It was taking too long for the acceptance letters to mail out. And Izuku was getting a tiny bit impatient and a little more worried.
It had been two weeks since the entrance exam. It has been two weeks since then that Izuku had analyzed student's quirks to allow a deeper look into what the potential students could do.
Two weeks. And there was no sign of any letter despite the multiple times each day that Izuku visited their mailbox. There was no sign at school either. None of the teachers commented on whether he got in or not. Each time he would try to get a hint, one of them would distract him. Power Loader had the most success in keeping Izuku away from questioning anything when he told him about my new developing project he was working on.
If it wasn't Uncle Loader, it was one of his uncles or aunts that he adopted into his life. Basically all the staff was like family or friends to him. Hound Dog interested him in most things because he was the counselor. Izuku would find himself buried in the books that Hound Dog would allow him to borrow.
It was remarkable reading how the human mind worked and how exactly he can use it his advantage. It didn't take much for his father to agree to help him with his manipulating techniques. In fact, Nedzu was more than happy to help his own son be able to use any skill available to him even if it was as simple as the 'innocent damsel in distress' manipulation technique.
Izuku thought to himself, 'His papa would tell him that he didn't make it early enough for him to try to apply for enough school, right? Did he actually make it in? Is this what his sadism looks like? Watching his own son watch the mailbox like a hawk each and every day for any sign of a letter? Oh, this must be hilarious to watch.'
Nedzu watched from the couch with his evening cup of tea while Izuku made a peculiar face at a piece of sushi. He rose a brow while he kept a neutral smile on his face, "Izuku, is something wrong with your dinner?"
"Huh? No, nothing like that. I'm just thinking about a lot of things." Izuku stated before eating the maki roll that was being held up by his chopsticks.
"Ah, is this school-related? Are you worried about the letter coming in?"
"How did you guess?" Izuku laughed, "Was it the number of times I visited the mailbox? Or was I mumbling my thoughts again?"
"A bit of both. I know that you would be a bit worried about your letter coming in. Who wouldn't? And especially into the hero class no less!" Nedzu replied.
"Yeah, of course. I just have to wait a bit more patiently for the letter to come in," Izuku said before returning to his maki rolls in front of him. He paused before looking up at his papa's familiar neutral smile that didn't reveal anything. "But surely you must know when exactly the letter is mailed out."
Nedzu asked, "Why do you believe that?"
Izuku blinked at his dad, aware that he must be pulling a Gran Torino on him to brighten his mood. He only really did it in private with just them together. He laughed when he answered back, "Because you are the principal...The principal of UA."
"Principal of a hero school? Oh dear, that sounds stressful."
"Papa, you run the school." Izuku started to laugh at his father's faux clueless expression.
Nedzu tilted his head, "Do I?"
"Papa!" Izuku chuckled.
Nedzu hummed, "Hmm, are you sure I'm not the principal of some Hope academy?"
"Dad, do not make Monokuma jokes right now."
"Oh look at that," Nedzu commented, poking the fish in front of him. "A body has been discovered."
Izuku started to laugh harder, gripping the edge of the table. He lowered his head to try and calm his giggles down. It was harder than he thought. He knew it was a mistake when he introduced his father to the game that he found a playthrough online for.
"Oh, almost forgot. Are you done with dinner yet?"
"I'm all done over here," Izuku replied, still a bit breathless from his papa's joke.
"Good," Nedzu stated, pulling a letter with a red seal out from under the table. "Because I happen to have this letter from UA with your name on it. I have no clue what might be in here..."
"Papa!" Izuku cried out, swiftly grabbing the letter out of his smiling father's paws. Nedzu watched as his son rushed inside his room to open it, smiling to himself he gently jumped from his seat to follow his little mouse. He couldn't wait to see his expression.
Nedzu snuck up silently, his eyes perking up when he heard the letter being ripped open. He peeked around the corner to see Izuku in the middle of his room with the projection beginning to start.
Nedzu looked around his room, remembering how much it changed over the years. He still remembers his crib resting against the wall. How Izuku would crawl through the hole in the closet to pop into his room whenever he had nightmares of his own.
Izuku's room was more matured. There was a dark wood bookshelf that had lines of books that ranged from fantasy, mythology, adventure, and all the way down to school books that Nedzu bought for him to study from.
Next to the large bookshelf was a shorter bookshelf with only two shelves that held all of Izuku's analysis notebooks from all the years. Izuku was working on his sixteenth book as of now with four brand new ones when he finished his current notebook. Of course, all of it was written in a special code because both of them wanted to make sure the information doesn't fall into the wrong hands in any way.
On the shorter bookshelf, there was an instant camera with a mostly filled photo album rested next to it. There were also some stuffed animals that Izuku had kept from his younger days like an octopus plush which had long arms that hung down. A collection of figures that Izuku had collected was sitting amongst the tall bookshelf, they were spread out amongst the spines of multiple novels.
The nightstand next to Izuku bed had a simple radio clock that woke him up in the morning and allowed him to listen to Present Mic's radio show at night. Izuku's bed was a nice, full-size bed that had a soft gray pattern that complimented the simple black pillows at the head of the bed. Nedzu had to hide a laugh when he remembered the day that Izuku picked them out. He said that most of his family had gray, white, or black colors in her costumes, so he wanted to be reminded of that even if it came to a more monotone look.
Nedzu refocused back on the scene of his son on the dark red carpet that Izuku was sitting on. Izuku's eyes widened once the projection started to show Nedzu waving at him.
"Papa..." Izuku sighed, smiling to himself when Nedzu's projection began to explain.
"Hello, Izuku. Normally a teacher that's I'll be teaching the hero class this year would be recording this message, but I decided to instead. Oh, you will be surprised about who is going to teach you this year, although he will be more like a substitute for your homeroom teacher. Nonetheless, let's get to your scores. You scored very high on your written exam with an 'A'. The interview you had shown the initiative and determination that you have toward reaching your goal. A goal that many of us admire in you. As far as the practical exam goes, you scored in the top fifteen amongst the hundred or so that were there. And if that wasn't enough, your analysis skills proved to be very efficient yet again when you used it for the entrance exam that occurred the day after the recommendation exams."
"What about the points I scored from last year's entrance exam? Are you seriously not going to count it?" Izuku asked, mumbling to himself in his room.
Nedzu's projection interrupted, "And nope! I won't count the points you gained from last year's entrance exam since it doesn't carry over into the next year."
Izuku nodded, "That sucks, but it is understandable. And not surprising that you would predict I would ask that."
"And with all of these categories put together..."
Izuku leaned forward as Nedzu watched the projection's blue light reflect in Izuku's green ones from his position behind the doorframe.
"...I welcome you to your hero academy!"
Nedzu stepped out to speak the same words at the projection in front of Izuku. "Congratulations, little mouse."
Izuku turned around to face Nedzu with tears already slipping down his cheeks out of the happiness he was feeling. He hastily crawled over on the carpet in a rush to hug his father who welcomed the hug.
The day after, Nedzu had arranged a meetup on UA's property to have a small celebration to celebrate Izuku, Tenya, and Shoto being accepted into the hero course.
And Izuku greeted his friends with a flying tackle hug attack that Shoto was ready for, but he made a Tenya drop his orange juice to actually catch him. Nedzu laughed a bit when he walked up with Tensei laughing his ass off at seeing his little brother getting a surprise attack.
"He is never prepared for it. It's like Izuku always hugs attacks him only when he is carrying something," Nemuri explained while Tensei was still catching his breath. Even though he launched into another round of laughter when Tenya cried out about how it was dangerous since he was holding something.
"And yet, he never drops him. Even when he is taken off guard, he gets ready really quickly," Iida's mother commented while pushing up her glasses.
Rei smiled at the three friends before glancing out of her eye to see her eldest son walking up, "Hello, Touya."
Touya hugged his mom in greeting. "Hey, Mom. Sorry, I'm late. I ran into Hawks on the way here."
"You ran into the number three hero? Cool!" Natsuo asked excitedly. He was currently enjoying a nice slice of watermelon in his hand with a light pink stain on his white shirt from the juice.
Fuyumi smiled, "I could probably guess from the feather in your hair."
"Son of a Biscuit." Touya cursed, shaking his hair free of the two small red feathers that fell out. "I knew he did something to me before he flew off. Dammit. Did I get all of it?"
"Wow, you are sure rubbing off on these kids. Aren't you Shouta-Kun?" Hizashi asked with a smile.
Aizawa sighed with two fingers pressed to his forehead. Hizashi laughed at his expression. Aizawa turned to him, "I'm not a bad influence, am I?"
Hizashi shrugged, "I'm pretty sure you aren't."
Back to the friends, they were all talking about who was teaching them, and if they were going to end up in the same class.
"Was it supposed to say anything about where our class would be in the letter?" Shoto asked calmly before taking a bite from one of the matcha macarons.
Tenya answered with a swift chop of his arm, "No, I believe that they will tell us where to go on our first day. But I'd do know that there will only be two classrooms of 20 students for the hero course,"
"Right," Izuku nodded. "Which teacher do you think will be our homeroom teacher?"
"Hmm, I can only guess someone that we are already familiar with," Shoto answered.
Tenya asked while pushing his glasses up his nose, "But would that be going too easy on us?"
"Guys," Izuku commented. "We have been trained by Midnight, Present Mic, and Eraserhead. If we end up with one of them as our teachers, they won't go easy on us at all. In fact, they will most definitely make it harder for us because they already know us. They know our limits and will try to push us to the best of our capabilities. So either one we get as our homeroom teacher, it won't be a walk in the park."
"And what happens if we end up with someone we are less familiar with like Vlad King? I'm curious to see where that will go," Tenya asked.
Shoto rubbed his chin in thought, "Hmm, I'm guessing that they will be the same if not a little bit less. Almost everyone on staff has known us since we were small. Izuku has known them the longest though."
"Hahahahaha!" Izuku laughed. "That is very true. Or this whole thing can take a whole 180."
Tenya blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Think about it. They have known us for the longest time since we were young...," Izuku paused for dramatic effect. "They have enough baby pictures, embarrassing stories, and enough ammo to humiliate us if they wished."
"And you would still be in the most trouble since your dad is the principal." Shoto held back his laughter when Tenya continued, "He would technically have full reign to talk about you over the intercom."
Izuku smiled, "I have no problem with that. It will give me more ammo against my classmates since they would know who exactly they are dealing with."
"True," Shoto nodded with a gentle smile.
"I would be more worried about the staff. Uncle Zawa won't do much to show his care for us so openly. But you best believe that Uncle Mic would take the chance to embarrass anyone of us anytime." Izuku added.
"Ahh, we are all in danger."
Shinso Hitoshi doesn't expect to get into the hero class.
He didn't get as many points needed to get into the class on the day of the entrance exam, so he must have failed. He did try his best and his mother keeps saying that was all that mattered...
Good thing he also applied to General Education. His mother tried to cheer him up since the letter didn't come in yet. She said that anything could happen, and he wanted to believe her words.
Somehow he doubted it. He didn't tell any of his classmates that he had taken the entrance exam at UA once he knew that they would just tease him about his villain's quirk.
When the letter finally came in, his mother was working a little later at her job. He opened it alone in his room after changing out of his school uniform. He waited patiently just to see the principal of UA pop up next to a figure he didn't recognize. A figure with dark black hair, tired eyes, and a bored expression.
He scrunched his brow at the appearance of the two. "Why would they need two people to tell me I failed?" He asked out loud to himself.
Nedzu greeted, "Hello, Shinso-Kun. Am I a bear or a mouse? Just kidding! I'm the principal of UA! and I am joined by one of the faculty to tell you about your situation."
"Situation?" He questioned, leaning closer to the projection.
"In the written part of the entrance exam, you managed to score high into the top fifty students. In the practical part of the entrance exam, you weren't able to score any villain points. However, you scored many rescue points by helping out fellow contestants. And the most bravery you have shown was the action against the zero pointers. Many of us were impressed with your rescue of the girl stuck underneath the rubble."
Wait... so that means...
"In total, you have scored 56 rescue points! Congratulations, Shinso-Kun. And welcome to your hero academia!" Nedzu said with a joyful smile.
"I made it in. I MADE IT IN! SUCK ON THAT!" Hitoshi shouted to himself in his room, pumping both of his fists into the air in celebration.
The dark-haired man next to the principal began to speak, "Although you have scored enough to get into the hero class..."
"Dammit, there is a catch!" Hitoshi whispered angrily to himself, looking back at the projection.
The man continued, "... from what I saw, you rely on your quirk. During the exam, you were at a disadvantage against robots, so you couldn't use your quirk. So you were chosen to go into a newly formed program called Second Chance. Second Chance was made for those who go overlooked, ones who have mental quirks, and ones who have proven their potential. This will allow you to train your body as well as train your quirk to be ok even better. This will include extra lessons just so you can reach your full potential. So congratulations on getting into the hero course. But just know, that it isn't all runs and games. I'll be seeing you on your first day, don't disappoint."
Hitoshi froze when the projection turned itself off after the news of his acceptance was finished. Leaning back onto his bed, he grabbed a pillow to scream his heart out into.