There was a crowd in front of the school gate. Reporters. All of them were asking about All Might as a teacher, stopping students from going in to try and get a statement. Yuuma... did not feel like dealing with reporters at all. He'd inherited his dislike of them from his Aunt. He even remembered his parents disliking them a great deal because they got in the way of work.

"How is the number 1 hero teaching you?!"

"I-um"

"Is he a good teacher?!"

"Wait-I"

"Wait a minute... You're that kid! The one who saved the kids from the sludge villain with All Might!"

"It is him! How did it feel to save them even though you don't have your license yet?"

"Your quirk is so powerful! Is is simply telekinesis or..."

The questions kept coming faster than he could process them and he found himself surrounded. He was extremely uncomfortable and upset that they'd even bring that up. Did they not realize that that incident was both terrifying and infuriating? Why would they talk about it like drowning in a sewer sludge is fun? Or watching friends suffer is fun? Or having your hope in heroes is fun?

"Why are you asking about that like it was a fun experience? Do you not have a sense of empathy or respect? Get out of my space, I don't like or know you. You are all rude and insensitive adults without common sense. I don't wish to talk to you at all. Please leave me alone."

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"Just one comment is enough!" One persistent lady reporter was basically shoving the microphone in his face. Yuuma was kind, didn't want to hurt anyone, but this woman was about to become a esper-made rocket if she didn't cease her antics.

But then all of his senses flared viciously all of a sudden. A cold, dark, unwelcome sensation.

DANGER.

Yuuma quickly looked around after a horrible feeling socked hi in the gut. His eyes were searching the crowd of reporters almost frantically, but he couldn't pinpoint where this dangerous feeling was coming from because he was being horded.

Then he spotted a head of ash blonde hair, a green bush not too far behind.

"Back the hell up or get blasted."

Yuuma suddenly found that his arm was being pulled and explosions were blasting around him, making the reporters back off. It was only then that they realized that they'd completely invaded the poor boy's personal space, but some of the more persistent of them still wanted to pester them for answers.

They were in for a surprise with the gate initiated its security function and locked them all out. The reporter screamed in indignation. Yuuma however, let out a sigh of relief. He was sure if Katsuki hadn't pulled him away he would have ended up telekinetically sending them flying.

"Thanks, Katsuki-nii."

"Hn." He acknowledged quietly. They were followed by Izuku, and their normal conversations began.

"You okay, Yuuma-chan?" The greenette asked walking along the other side of the smaller child.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered, enjoying their now more stable company.

After the fiasco yesterday, all three of them were able to sit and have an actual talk with each other. A lot of things were said, a good amount of truth was spilt, and the two not-yet-friends-but-no-longer-enemies reached a better understanding of each other afterwards. Izuku did not shed anymore light on his quirk, but Yuuma didn't need him too because 1) Yuuma was the child of two of the best detectives anyone had heard of and 2) Izuku was comically bad at lying, like, really, god awful at it.

Aside from that, they talked.

Yuuma had a big hand in this obviously.

As he'd said, he was going to nip stupid things in the bud before they became worse. So, he used his slightly empathic mental connection ability on them. He tried something a bit new, and used himself as a middle man to connect both of their minds together. They wouldn't be able to hear each other's thoughts, but they'd be able to roughly feel each other's emotions. Only Yuuma would be able to clearly feel both from both of them, and he was going to spill it to the other party, without filter.

When Yuuma said he was tired of both of them procrastinating in fixing their relationship with each other because of their own pride and doubts, he was really tired. Absolutely done. He was already at his wits end and that disaster of a battle trial was the very last straw.

They were going to eat ice-cream, and they were going to talk, and they were going to be honest with each other for once. No beating around the bush, no stuttering, no scoffing and no holding it in. They were going to say it and if they didn't, Yuuma was going to say it for them because the moment he suffered because of their mess, he was done waiting for them to get it right.

They let the cap stay on their issues for way too long and it was time to let it out. And so they did, slowly, just a bit.

Yuuma was not giving them any choice in the matter. He put it in perspective for them very plainly and simply. "I'm not going to waste my time on something that won't work. If you guys can't fix your problems and make it so it isn't toxic for me to be around you, I'm the one that will leave. I have too many issues of my own to deal with to babysit teens older than me. So talk, now."

Yuuma was tired of being frustrated with them, tired of being unsure of what to do, and tired of being their middle man because they couldn't handle being around each other. Being a good friend was also knowing when it was time to step up and speak your piece, and frankly, Yuuma was tired of not being heard when he did. So this time, after all of this madness and feelings and overwhelming irritation, he decided it was time stop giving them carrots and start hitting them with the stick.

He made sure they wouldn't get up from their seat until they spoke to each other. Barrier on the door which kept whatever was said in the room for only them to hear. Ice-cream for their treat. And a very adamant, blunt, and pressed friend who had finally had enough of their BS.

He went full Airi on them.

After thinking about it and talking with Ritsu and Airi about it, he had a better understanding of what kind of friend he wanted to be. Yes, he wanted to be able to help them with their problems. Yes, he wanted to be there if they needed him and he wanted them to know this. He also wanted to them to be able to do the same for him.

The thing was, Yuuma was blunt, honest, and realistic. Kindness was his default, but if a problem needed to be addressed, what you are going to get is bluntness, honesty, and realistic reasonings. Didn't matter if that hurt your feelings or not, because you weren't getting anything else.

If the problem doesn't leave, then you leave the problem.

This issue caused him frustration, frustration was not something he dealt with well. He did not need to obliterate a block because of something like this. It was better if he just left it alone. It was for their safety as well as his own and Yuuma was not someone who wouldn't address that pressing, horrible fact about himself.

The person he was the most honest with was himself.

He was dangerous, and sometimes, he was unstable. He did not want to endanger them with that. If they wanted to continue their little fight, they could. But he would not be apart of it any longer.

Yuuma was willing to make a hard choice like that, so what the hell was stopping them from just talking? Nothing, absolutely nothing. They grew to have a respect for Yuuma that ran deep. He may have been younger than they were, but he looked at problems through mature eyes.

Something they found they hadn't been doing at all. Cue the bucket of shame.

Both of them got to talking after that. It was awkward and uncomfortable but it needed to happen. They weren't able to fix everything, that would take lots of time and effort. But it was getting there and Yuuma was making sure it was getting there.

He learned lots of tips from his own therapy sessions with Hound Dog. He was very kind and his fur was very soft. Even if his speech came around as rough and ended up becoming barks some of the time, with Yuuma's telepathy and energy reading, he was very easy to understand.

Yuuma was to go to these sessions twice a week. He went in the morning just before school was to start. They would talk about normal things, and it would help him relax. It helped him deal with the stress that had been building up since that incident with Ritsu and 'the monster' that had been watching them. Nezu had arranged for the young boy to have these sessions after it was confirmed he was going to the school and could maintain them.

He'd told the man most of the things he'd already told Airi about. How his emotions were like Pandora's box in his mind, and he was very scared to open it because of all of the bad that would come out. Hound Dog was the one who taught him to breath in and out when he felt that he was getting overwhelmed.

Aside from Uncle Zawa, Hound Dog was one of Yuuma's favorite people at the school. He was the human personification of an emotional support animal

The day started normally with homeroom. Aizawa had looked over the results from yesterday's exercise and was giving everyone their critique, things that could have gone better. Katsuki and Izuku were scolded for their recklessness. Aizawa got on Izuku about his quirk control, and Katsuki for his attitude. It surprised Yuuma that Katsuki took the scolding well and reflected, but he had a feeling it had something to do with him berating him yesterday about the very same thing.

Yuuma was surprised when Aizawa said he'd done very well and set a wonderful example for the others. He'd even said "Good job."

Aizawa's "good job" is the equivalent to excellence, a high praise which made Yuuma's eye light up like sunshine through clouds. But he didn't win, his teamwork was abysmal at best, and he ended up breaking down, which he was sure that he'd heard about from All Might.

Speaking of the giant man, he really hoped that Recovery Girl made him rest like she said she would. But this was Recovery Girl, his granny Chiyo, she always kept her promises when it came to her medical work. She'd take care of him.

Back to the confusion at hand...

"But my team failed. Our teamwork sucked. I wasn't able to capture the other team and I lost control. I'm not sure if that's worthy of a good job, sensei." He'd answered, his own self doubt creeping out. But Aizawa denied his statement.

"You worked around your problems, had an effective plan, and it would have succeeded if the other three students weren't being reckless. You did good for your first exercise, I'm proud of you. All I can say is to continue working on your control as you have been."

"Yes, sir!" Yuuma said happily.

'So Aizawa knows about Yuuma's power too.' Katsuki and Izuku accessed from that small conversation. The others weren't sure about what Yuuma 'losing control' was because the cameras had gone out, so they assumed it meant quirk exhaustion.

After going over a few more things, Aizawa announced, with subtle suspense, that they had to choose a class president. Everyone was raising their hand, wanting the job. Iida was able to stop the chaos by announcing that it would be more fair to vote instead, even though he had his hand up the highest. When they decided it was a good idea, everyone wrote down their vote and the results were kind of obvious.

Yuuma won. And it was followed by Yaoyorozu.

"B-b-but w-why?! I can't do this. Please choose someone else!" He whisper-yelled, his nervousness dialed to eleven as he wished he had Hagakure's quirk at that moment. The vote was almost overwhelmingly in his favor. Yuuma had never been good when it came to public things like speaking and his nerves always got the better of him when it came to things like this.

Kirishima, Tsuyu, Mezo, Ojiro, and Iida had voted for him secretly. These were the people that he'd interacted with since the first day, and they'd talked and were able to easily view his character. On top of the battle trial, seeing him take control and be level headed like he was, he was a dead ringer for the job in their eyes. Yuuma had a sneaking feeling that Izuku had voted for him, and Katsuki obviously voted for himself because, well, he's Katsuki.

The explosive boy didn't seem to mind that Yuuma had won the vote though, as Yuuma was most likely the only person he'd ever listen to.

The second after him was Yaoyorozu. She had a good head on her shoulders, came from a well respected family, was number one in the recommended exams, and was able to logically deduce the points in the exercise in an easy to understand manner. She was also pretty and kind. All of these points earned her a few vote which put her in second.

"Are you sure about this?" Yuuma asked, standing at the podium at the front which it took everything in him not to run away and hide. He was not a confident person when it came to these things. It seemed strange for the class president to be someone who was three years younger than everyone. But everyone gave the nods of approval, and the voting very quickly finished and the day proceeded.

The day proceeded as slow and steady as the day before had been before the battle trial. Yuuma took notes and got to know Yaomomo, the nickname her friend Jiro came up with. Both of them liked to keep with studies up and took lots of notes, and it was planned that if anyone was having trouble they'd start up a tutoring group. When some of the students heard this, relief was practically painted on their faces.

Yuuma was a very effective class president. They'd chosen wisely.

Time passed and lunch came around. Everyone sat with their groups, and Yuuma was happy to see his usually loner friends opening up to other people other than him. It was very nice to see, for some reason he felt like a proud parent.

"How do you feel about being class president, Yuu-chan, kero?" Tsu-chan asked. Yuuma let out a quiet sigh but answered her question honestly.

"I'm not sure about it just yet. Being in an authoritative position just seems odd to me. But I will do my best!" He nodded to himself.

"I'm sure you'll do great. That's why I voted for you." Mezo added kindly. His very presence was peaceful.

"Me too." Ojiro added. He chose to sit with them to get to know Yuuma more. Everyone had shared their numbers with each other and they'd gotten a bit closer that way. Although Ritsu had to show him how to properly use emoji's and speak more informally through text. He didn't know about slangs and found them confusing. Especially memes.

When Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero heard this, all hell broke loose in the group chat and they believed it was their god given duty to educate the youngest in their class in the way of memes, jokes, and slangs.

...It was the one thing Yuuma could not ace. The trio, however, was determined to show him the way.

They were enjoying their lunch when screeching alarms began to sound. On reflex, Yuuma spread his energy out and searched for whatever problem he could find. All of the students who understood what the alarm was were panicking, evacuating in a hurried and chaotic manner. People were getting shoved, and being as small as he was, he was getting the worst of it.

Whatever dangerous feeling he'd gotten before was long gone, and when he got pushed into the window he saw that Eraserhead and Present Mic were dealing with the reporters that had somehow infiltrated the school. "Everyone calm down! It's just the-Urgh!" Another elbow in his face.

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"Calm down!" His patience ran out and he put a barrier in front of where they were all scrambling to get to. They ran into it face first, and a domino effect happened. Before their confusion returned to being panic, he gently maneuvered them towards the window. The police were already on the scene and the reporters were being escorted out. They visibly relaxed and realized they'd panicked for nothing.

"See! There is nothing to worry about. I thought you guys were third years, why were you panicking instead of leading the first years like you were supposed to?" Yuuma asked them outright what the heck they were thinking.

Their embarrassment wasn't small, but the relief was clear too.

On the other side of the cafeteria, Iida was giving a similar speech after being helped by Izuku and Uraraka. After going over what happened once they got back to the class, it was decided that he also be made representative for Class 1-A. Yuuma was Class Rep, Yaomomo was Vice Rep, and Iida would be Secretary Rep. Everyone was pleased.

Yuuma was also pleased even though he was incredibly nervous. He'd make a study group and help everyone who was having trouble with their homework. Oh, and he can make a training schedule for those who wanted to work on practical applications of skills and quirks. He knew that Izuku needed the help, desperately. It wasn't even funny. Yuuma should not, could not, and would not continue to watch Izuku break his limbs because he can't get a handle on his power output, and he should not, could not, and would not let Katsuki continue with his self harming, quirk-centric training.

He really regretted not being able to see everyone's battle trials. He would have been able to make a plan for them based on what he'd seen, of course with helpful tips from his dependable trainer and aunt, Airi. She was the expert in training people.

Hm... maybe he could ask her to train his friends? He felt like she'd have a lot of fun doing so. She liked training people. When they finally returned home after her most recent case was over, he'd make sure to ask her if it was alright. For now, it was only wishful thinking.

-Hero Class-

"Today we are having a special class. All Might, Myself, and one other will be leading the class for today. And it will be about..." The class's anticipation rose through the roof as Aizawa lifted a card up for them to see. In big, bold letters it had the word 'RESCUE'. Just before everyone else could give their version of excited, a ray of sunshine seemed to come from behind them.

When they tried to find the source, it was unexpectedly Yuuma, not Aoyama. There was an actually smile on his little face and his eyes were wide. Inwardly, Aizawa was smiling too, this was the whole reason he announced it so suspenseful in the first place.

To surprise Yuuma with his favorite subject in hero work, Rescue.

He didn't know how wrong it would go.

[A/N] I did a poll on Quotev asking if my readers wanted previews on future chapters. It was an overwhelming 'yes', so I guess I'll do this.

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Everything was chaotic. He could hear Izuku and Katsuki desperately calling for him. A monster was standing before him and his head felt like it was spitting in two. Uncle Zawa lay just a few meters away from him, a broken mess in a crater filling with his own blood. He could see him trying to turn towards him, a distraught look upon his bloodshot eyes as his attempts to use his quirk failed him again and again.

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It came at him like a bullet. Yuuma put up a barrier, but it proved useless as the monster punched through it as if it was glass. Yuuma shot off and collided with a wall by the stairs. The air was knocked violently from his lungs as he was sure he felt a few of his ribs break. It hurt. Everything was hurting.

And he was really scared.

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Blood was coming from his temple and onto the ground. His nose dripped from the extreme overuse of his quirk. Every part of his body was screaming for rest, trembling from both the pain and the exhaustion. The beast seemed to forget about him after getting him out of the way, and proceeded to make its way back to Aizawa who was now unconscious in his crater.

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'I have to save them. I can't lose them. I can't lose someone again. I can't. I can't let it happen. I have to protect them. Get up. Get up! Please, you have to get up! Come on!' Yuuma screamed in his mind. But his legs couldn't budge. He was losing all focus and all of the screams were becoming muffled background noise. Everything around him become a distant blur and he lost touch with reality.

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[A/N] Are you ready? Then I'll see you in next week's chapter. ?