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Chapter 18: Doors of Opportunity
It had taken thirty minutes for the situation to fully settle with the room's occupants. Naomasa's head still felt like it was spinning. He was sure that Aizawa was in no better state. Viridian—their good friend, coworker, and informant—was just a child.
Or… appeared to be a child. A child who—apparently—was mentally a fully aged adult who'd survived the apocalypse.
"So… yeah. Sorry about not telling you guys sooner, but… it is a sort of… wild tale." Midoriya shifted uneasily in his chair. "You… do believe me… don't you?"
Naomasa sighed, rubbing his temples. "You've never led us wrong before. Viridian's been nothing but honest, and… Midoriya is no different." He finally said, and the kid—not a kid—let out a breath.
Hawks chuckled lowly. "See? I told you that they'd believe you."
Aizawa still looked rather shell-shocked, but was recovering admirably quickly. "Honestly, Problem Child. You didn't need to stress over this for several weeks. Was saying it really that difficult?"
"Um, yes." Midoriya gave him a flat look—one that they were far too familiar with from Viridian. "What was I supposed to do if you didn't believe me? I'd have to drop off the map! And that'd just make finding Shigaraki all the more difficult." He huffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, um… Can… Can I keep my license? You know, as Viridian?"
"You've earned that license fairly." Naomasa sighed. "There's technically no age-requirement for being a licensed hero, though most people won't hand it out to a kid. But since you've already got one, it's perfectly viable. There's no reason for anyone to take it away."
Midoriya looked ready to cry in relief. "That does beg more questions, though." Nezu spoke up. "You mentioned the apocalypse, caused by Shigaraki via these Nomu. Is there any chance of him slipping back to this time like you did?"
"No." Midoriya answered instantly, expression abruptly serious. It was surreal… There was no doubt in his mind that this was Viridian that he was looking at, now—not Midoriya the student. He certainly looked like an adult, with those shadowed eyes.
"When Shou and I built Project Hope, we also built in a self-destruct mechanism. We were nearly finished with the timer-based one, but…" His eyes unfocused for a brief moment, his tone became a little airy. "Shigaraki found us first. If we'd had one more day, then Shou would've been able to jump back here with me… like we planned. Instead, he ended up staying behind… to destroy it so Shigaraki couldn't follow me."
Truth
"And you took all the notes with you?" Nezu asked, holding up the file Viridian had given him earlier.
"That's the only copy. The only way Shigaraki could find his way here is if he either has a Quirk that he can use to do so, or if he somehow finds someone who worked on Project Hope initially. The place was littered with skeletons when Shou and I found it, so I doubt that anyone working on it is alive."
Truth
"All right, would you mind explaining a bit more about this future? When did this apocalypse start?" Naomasa asked, slipping into his work persona. Midoriya seemed to relax at this, and an easy smirk lit up his face. Naomasa could sense a shift in his aura—that it was more his Viridian side than his student side. It put Naomasa a bit more at ease, too.
"Uh, let's see… I was 33 when the world ended… but the way he went about it had to have taken a year or two to create at least…"
"So, what… 18 years from now?" Aizawa hummed and Viridian nodded.
"How did he go about this?" Nezu leaned forward, tail twitching.
"He created a virus of sorts. There were two strains. The first strain hit when I was 32. It killed millions of people worldwide and spread unbelievably fast. Whole nations closed down borders and went into a full shutdown. Cities were quarantined… it was kind of scary. A worldwide pandemic. I have no way of knowing if this first strand was created by Shigaraki or if it was completely natural. Either way, it did a fair bit of damage."
Truth
"That… is disconcerting." Hawks frowned. "You didn't tell me that."
"What could we do about it? First thing is to kill Shigaraki. If the first strand still hits, then we'll know it's natural and let it be. I'm here to prevent the end of the world, not the pandemic. Nature has its shit for a reason." Midoriya shook his head before continuing. "The second strain is the really scary one. It turned people into Nomu. My guess is that it somehow forced another Quirk onto them through the virus. Typically, the person died and then 'zombified' into a Nomu thereafter. These Nomu were capable of breeding, and that's how the whole ecology of the Nomu from my time started."
Truth
"It sounds like a horror movie." Yamada winced.
"Believe me, it was surreal." Midoriya shuddered. "Blue Nomu lived in water, polluting whatever water source they lived in. Anyone who drank the water without boiling it would fall ill and likely die. And if they died with that water in their system, they'd become a Blue Nomu, as well. They also typically drowned their victims—I lost a brother that way."
Truth
Naomasa rubbed his temples. This was a gigantic disastrous mess. "Is there any chance of these Nomu following you?"
"Not that I'm aware of." He frowned as he glanced down at his wrist. Naomasa saw a strange brand there. "When I jumped back, I retained my scars and any belongings I had on me at the time." His eyes unfocused for a long moment before he shook himself out of it. "At any rate, that's the basics of it. I'm from the future, became a vigilante like I did in the First Run—how I refer to my original timeline—to try to find Shigaraki sooner, and became a student here at UA to keep in constant contact with the League."
"Wouldn't it be easier to be a full-time vigilante?" Nezu tilted his head. "Why waste your time as a student? Not that I'm not pleased to have you as one, mind."
"I knew Shigaraki was going to attack the USJ. It was such a massive incident—especially since it ended in the death of Asui in my timeline—that nobody could stop talking about it. Shou said as such when we were making plans, too. It was my best shot at killing Shigaraki, but I totally failed." He glared at the ground for a moment. "So my next best chance will be to either find him, or let him find me."
"Which is why you made yourself out to be his aggressor during the USJ." Aizawa groaned. "You wanted him to take an interest in you."
"Precisely." Midoriya grinned. "If his focus was on me, then it wouldn't be on the rest of the class. I vaguely recall some student being kidnapped at some point, and if that student is me, then that'd be ideal. It'd give me the perfect chance to kill him—and in self defense!"
"I don't think I've ever had anyone plan a murder using a viable self-defense guise." Naomasa shook his head.
"I mean, like I said. You're free to arrest me after I kill the bastard, but you've gotta wait until after I kill him."
"Like we could catch you anyways." Aizawa huffed, and Midoriya laughed.
"Mmm…" Nezu hummed to himself in thought as a grin lit up his face. "You know, Midoriya… You are an excellent vigilante. And an equally remarkable hero. Beyond that, I feel that your current classes are not up to par with what you require—especially as a practicing hero."
"O…kay?" Midoriya raised an eyebrow.
"You're already my personal student. So it wouldn't garner much more attention to move you to private lessons of your own. I suppose you could say… Class 1–S."
"That's a thing?" Yamada blinked in surprise.
"It can be if I want it to be." Nezu grinned. "Moreover, it'd give us the rare opportunity to ask Viridian—one of the most well-known and popular heroes these days—to help out at UA as a teacher's aid."
"You're offering me a job?!" Midoriya choked, and Aizawa coughed a bit, too.
"If you'd like?" Nezu sat back in his chair, sipping at his tea. "From what I understand, you don't really have any viable living arrangements. UA Staff are offered room and board if they would like, so nobody would bat an eye at Viridian staying here."
"What do you mean, no viable living arrangements? Viridian assur…" Naomasa resisted the urge to smack his forehead as Midoriya cackled.
"We asked you to watch yourself." Aizawa groaned.
"I told you their reactions would be great!" Midoriya laughed as he playfully shoved Hawks' shoulder.
"Wait, so how did you two meet?" Yamada asked, looking between the Number 3 Hero and the Number 1 Vigilante.
"Well, I was attacked by Stain, and Kei stumbled across me and saved my life."
Truth
Naomasa felt his stomach drop. Viridian had been attacked and nearly killed by Stain. He recalled the horror and fear he'd felt when he realized how close they'd come to losing a good friend. But now, realizing that Viridian was just a boy… It was a whole new level of horrifying. Judging by the pale complexion of Aizawa, the Underground Hero was coming to the same realization.
"Didn't you have a recent run-in with Stain?" Aizawa asked Hawks, likely in an attempt to distract himself.
"Yeah, Zukkun told me he was going to attack Ingenium, and since he was busy at the Sports Festival, I went to protect him instead."
"You knew, then?" Yamada blinked.
"Yeah. Ingenium ended up paralyzed from the waist down in the First Run. I was able to prevent that this go-around, but I'm not sure if I've prevented the second bit…" Midoriya frowned and muttered lightly to himself.
"Prevent what?" Naomasa asked, urging the boy to continue.
"Well, in the First Run, after Iida Tensei was paralyzed, Iida Tenya—from my class—took it really hard. He interned in Hosu in an attempt to find the Hero Killer. And Stain killed him alongside Pro Hero Native."
"Great, more of my students are in danger." Aizawa sighed.
"Your class was known as the 'Cursed Class 1–A' in my timeline." Midoriya shrugged, making the Erasure Hero groan.
"I think you're breaking my husband." Yamada spoke up.
"Zukkun's good at breaking people's brains." Hawks nodded in agreement. "Should've seen how he revealed his age to me. Just ripped off his mask and was all 'You can't sponsor me because I'm only 15' and 'I'm taking the Hero Exam for UA in a month' or something like that. I just about choked on my lemonade!"
"No, you nearly choked on your lemonade when I asked you to sign a permission slip."
"You walked in asking me to be your mother! How was I supposed to react?!"
"I dunno? I don't do social interactions. Quirkless, remember?"
"I'll update the registry with your civilian identification." Naomasa sighed. "If someone starts giving you trouble, that'll make your Hero License valid in your civilian dress, too. Not to mention the benefits Eraser and I already explained to you. But it'll remain confidential information until you decide otherwise."
"SWEET!" Midoriya cheered.
"I take it to mean you're accepting my offer of employment?" Nezu asked, and Naomasa abruptly realized they'd gotten way off topic.
"I don't see why not? Assuming you're okay with hiring a 15-year-old."
"The only stipulation is that you'll have to tell the staff of your identity." Nezu nodded. "Even All Might had to do the same."
"That's fair. It'll be quite a bit of worry off their backs, too, I think." Midoriya tilted his head thoughtfully. "By the way, I meant to thank you for that emergency pager you gave me. I managed to replicate it for use as Viridian."
"Did you, now?" Nezu leaned forward, intrigued.
"Yeah. I wanted a faster way to let Keigo know if I was in trouble—or for him to let me know if he was in trouble—so I thought the pager was the perfect answer."
"Speaking of." Aizawa started, shooting a mild glare towards the vigilante. "When were you planning on telling us you were living in a dump?"
"I'm sorry, did you say dump?" Naomasa blinked. Had Viridian been homeless this entire time?!
"I dunno." Midoriya shrugged. "If I had things my way, I'd stay there indefinitely. You get used to the smell after awhile, and the nearby Laundromats are way too easy to hack. Plus the regular street guys know me, and they know better than to mess with me."
"You just like living on your own." Hawks rolled his eyes.
"I mean, that too."
"Right. Aizawa, Hawks, perhaps you two would like to go help Midoriya gather his things and move them into the staff dorms? I'll prepare the staff meeting in the meantime." Nezu spoke up. "Unless there's more to say?" He looked at Midoriya for a moment.
"Nothing pressing that I can think of. But do you want me to explain the whole time travel bit to the rest of the staff?"
"I'll take care of that. I fear they may not approve of you being their coworker otherwise." Nezu nodded.
"One more thing." Midoriya said, as if suddenly remembering something. "I realized when Shigaraki disintegrated the door to U.A…. He didn't come inside. That means he likely has a spy in UA."
"I feared as such, hence why my first instinct…"
"Was to look at me." Midoriya nodded. "It's logical—I already knew about the Nomu, and I was prepared for the USJ attack. I've been keeping an eye out for any possible spies. If it were a staff member, they wouldn't need to create a distraction like that to get to the papers on the trip. It has to be a student."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Come on, Problem Child." Aizawa said, and Midoriya perked up at the nickname. "We need to gather your things."
"Right." He slipped his Viridian mask back on, and Naomasa marveled at the stark difference such a small thing seemed to make. He realized that the man they knew as Viridian was likely much closer to his actual self than the child he masqueraded as. In all truth, Viridian was the real Midoriya at this point, and the student was the mask.
This thought made him simultaneously sad and happy. Sad, because what a shame that he could never truly feel himself in his own skin, but happy because that meant that he and Aizawa knew the real him. They were still friends before all else.
"Hey, Viridian." Naomasa called out before the other got too far away. The boy turned to look at him, a questioning gleam to his eye. "Stay out of trouble, yeah? And next time you get hurt—because I know there'll be a next time—go to a damn hospital. You literally have no excuses, now."
"Haha!" Viridian laughed jovially. "If you can catch me, Masa!"
Yeah… maybe things were okay like this.
Izuku hummed idly as he led Aizawa to the edge of the dump where he lived. It was… freeing in a sense. Aizawa, Naomasa, Yamada, and Nezu all knew who he was now. They knew the truth, and it was beyond relieving. He felt like he could take on a whole pack of Royal Nomu! He was light as a feather.
"Someone's in a good mood." Keigo smirked.
"I'm just happy that everything's out in the open now."
"You were anxious over nothing." Aizawa shook his head with a sigh as Izuku led them through the very specific highly booby-trapped path.
"Oh, don't step there, you'll topple half that mountain. Follow my steps exactly. Zukkun's got this place armed with all kinds of nasty surprises." Keigo informed Aizawa, who'd been about to make a wrong step.
"You've got this place rigged?"
"Well, yeah. What do you expect? A place like this is prime real estate to a street rat." Izuku chuckled as they finally came out into the clearing. Aizawa blinked in surprise.
"Not bad, huh?" Keigo smirked. "I wasn't expecting anything like this either."
"I practically drowned this area in bleach—nothing here will hurt or kill you unless you fail to use common sense." Izuku shook his head as he removed his mask again. It was easier to breathe without it, after all.
The fire pit had two old lawn chairs stuck into the sand, and the camper was set just off behind that. "Tide never comes up this high, so everything stays nice and dry. And the mounds of trash keep the wind out so nothing blows away, either. I secured the heavier objects in the immediate vicinity so nothing would fall—so long as someone doesn't try to land from the air." Izuku sent Keigo a look.
"How was I supposed to know you had the place rigged against airborne intruders?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You're way too paranoid."
"It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you." Izuku countered, and Aizawa sighed.
"Let's just get this over with." He crinkled his nose.
"All right." Izuku led them inside, where the air purifier he'd obtained made the camper smell perfectly acceptable. "Can I get you two some food first?"
"Like you can cook?" Keigo laughed.
"No, but I can reheat the dinner you made the other night." Izuku smirked.
"I'd really rather just be done with this."
Izuku rolled his eyes but started packing up his stuff nonetheless. It was a bit harder than he'd expected… leaving the camper. It'd become his home. There were memories in that place. The first time he'd revealed his identity to Keigo… when he finally got his Hero's License and couldn't do anything but stare at it all night long… that one time he'd woken up from a nightmare and Keigo was there… his UA acceptance letter…
Nearly all the positive memories he'd had in this time happened here. It was… home. An admittedly shitty home, but home nonetheless. Some part of Izuku didn't want to leave. He looked up at Keigo when he put a hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be all right, Zukkun. We'll make new memories in your new home."
"I'm going to miss this one, though." He admitted.
"And that's okay."
Izuku reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. He unlocked the cabinet where he kept his future stuff. He pulled out the old clothing he'd jumped back in. Both Aizawa and Keigo eyed the bloodstained article with confusion and concern, but Izuku packed it away without an explanation. He grabbed his old rucksack—still packed with his supplies—and then grabbed the last thing left.
"What's that?" Keigo asked, gesturing to the picture frame in Izuku's hands.
"One of my most treasured memories." He turned the photo so the other two could see.
Shouta, hair speckled with grey, stood next to an adult Izuku as Hizashi had an arm flung around the both of them. Izuku was still much shorter than the other two, and had a bit of stubble growing on his chin, but his hair was long and he looked exhausted. Nemuri stood on Izuku's other side, ruffling his hair. Power Loader stood in the background, smiling fondly beside Dabi, Fatgum and Tamaki. Everyone looked mildly dirty and some of their clothing had bloodstains. A few of them were bandaged here and there.
"We'd found an old camera—you know the kind that print the photos immediately? It's the only photo I have of my… family." Izuku admitted, and the two heroes in the room shared a solemn look. "This was during the apocalypse, but… we wanted something to remember the good times. Even then, we'd lost a lot of people. So just being able to remember the ones we had then…"
"Isn't that…?" Aizawa's gaze locked onto Tamaki.
"Yeah, from class 3–A. And that's… Dabi. He's a villain, but… he's like a brother to me. He's not a villain quite yet in this timeline—or at least, not bad enough to be arrested. I want to save him first."
"You and your saving people thing." Keigo shook his head fondly.
"I made him a promise. I intend to keep it." Izuku looked at the photo with determination.
"That's Power Loader, isn't it?" Aizawa hummed.
"Yeah… Uncle Higari—as he had me call him—taught me a lot about mechanics and inventions. We used to stay up all night until someone came and dragged us off to bed—usually Fatgum or Zashi. He died fairly early on… just a few months after this photo was taken, actually."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. And he's alive now, and that's what matters."
"You are so talking to Hound Dog about this." Aizawa sighed.
"Ha. Good luck with that." Keigo snorted. "Zukkun's stubborn to a fault."
"Don't I know it?" The Erasure Hero shook his head. "Come on, now. We should get you moved in."
GayAFanimeBoi: MoldiBroccli DID YOU HEAR?!
MoldiBroccli: Huh? Why'd you ping me at the ungodly hour of… eleven in the morning? On a SATURDAY?
TheCakeisaLie: It's like six in the evening here.
Noiscardily: That's… United States?
TheCakeisaLie: Yep. I'm from California.
Barbieisawhore: Your Japanese is excellent. I never knew.
TheCakeisaLie: Thanks! My grandparents are from Japan.
Ihavenoname: It's late, Cake. GOTOBED
TheCakeisaLie: Nope.
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: YES. Slep.
TheCakeisaLie: Idk what 'slep' is, but I shall not sleep.
MoldiBroccli: Why did you wake me up?
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: SLEP
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: SLEZEEP
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: SLEAP
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: SLEEP
TheCakeisaLie: I shall stay awake. :P It is still early. It's not even midnight.
GayAFanimeBoi: UA is getting a new teacher! Or… something like that. Nobody knows who, but someone saw someone moving into the teacher's dorms on UA!
Ihavenoname: Really? That's cool. Also, CAKE SLEPEPEPEPEPEPEP!
TheCakeisaLie: Hmmm… no.
MoldiBroccli: Wouldn't it be cool if it was Viridian?!
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: Why is everything Viridian with you?
MoldiBroccli: Uh… this is the CULT of VIRIDIAN?
Demonic-Gay-Microwave: … fair point
Izuku sighed as he placed the last box down in the room. The teacher's dorms were—despite the name—more like small apartments. Each teacher had their own room with a bedroom, spare room, living room, kitchenette, full bathroom, and private balcony. There was a common lounge and even a communal hot springs. Even Keigo was impressed by the setup. Nezu certainly didn't do things by halves.
Nobody had bothered them while they moved things into the room—not that there was much to move—as Nezu had already called the staff into a meeting to keep them out of the way. He looked down at his phone when it buzzed.
Nezu: Now that you've finished moving your stuff in, can you please join us in the staff meeting room for the proper explanation? I've prepped them a little, but I haven't told them who you are.
ViridianChaos: Do I want to know how you managed to hack this chat? Or know precisely when we've finished moving things?
Dadzawa: Best to just leave things be.
Izuku made sure that his Viridian mask was firmly in place before heading over to the meeting room. The teachers looked up at him in surprise when he entered the room.
"And may I introduce our newest staff member—Viridian! I'm sure you know of him." Nezu grinned.
"Of course! Who hasn't heard of the Quirkless Hero: Viridian?" Thirteen sounded excited. "I've been wanting to meet you for a while."
"Thanks? Uh, am I really that well-known?" He blinked at Shouta in confusion.
"Yes, Viridian. You are."
"It's good to finally meet you instead of chasing your shadow." All Might—in his hero form—greeted him. "Since you're going to be a new staff member, I believe you need to know something about me."
"If it's about your injury and three hour time limit, I already know." Viridian smirked as the man coughed up blood in surprise and deflated.
"H-How?!"
"I'm Viridian. Information is my strongest asset." He explained.
"Yes, well… Nezu says you'll be a specialty teaching assistant?" Midnight inquired.
"That's right." Viridian grinned. "But first, you need to know a few things about me." He raised an eyebrow at Nezu.
"I've already explained about your little time travel situation."
"Oh? How much?"
"Enough." Nezu grinned.
"He told us that you were from the future and came back to prevent something catastrophic. That you were within your legal rights to mess with time." All Might explained. "Oh, and if you didn't know, please call me Yagi Toshinori in this form."
"Right." Viridian nodded his head. "Cool, so if you know that much, then I guess my identity is all that's left." He grinned as the room stiffened in anticipation.
"Just do it, Problem Child." Aizawa shook his head.
"Problem child?" Midnight mouthed in confusion as Izuku lifted off his mask.
"Yo." He gave them a casual salute while he plopped down in a chair that he assumed was placed there for him.
The staff blinked incredulously, and Aizawa heaved a massive sigh. Yamada was attempting to hold back a smirk.
"You really had to do it like that?" His homeroom teacher asked.
"I mean, did you want me to drag it out? Because they already knew about the time travel bit, so…"
"Wait, so you're Viridian?" Vlad asked, pointing at Izuku.
"Yep. And technically somewhere in my forties." He waited a moment for that to process. "See, I came back in time to essentially prevent the end of the world as we know it, and found that information's a lot easier to come by as a vigilante. Yes, I'm Quirkless, and yes I passed the entrance exams fair and square." He huffed.
"Did you study support items at all?" Power Loader asked, leaning forward in interest.
"Yeah. I went to a specialized school and got a PhD in Computer Science. I made support items for a living. For a little bit, I even had the opportunity to work with you on a few things." Izuku smiled softly for a moment, recalling all those late nights he'd spent working on projects with Uncle Higari.
"So you knew some of us." Midnight concluded.
"Yeah. I was closest to my Shouta and Hizashi, though." He glanced at Aizawa for a moment. "Like I said, I came from a future I'll do everything to prevent."
"All things considered, I thought the position of a student was decidedly not ideal. As a fellow staff member, he will have more freedom to move about and do as he needs to prevent the coming dangers we face." Nezu hummed. "That being said, having been his private teacher for several months, Midoriya has plenty of qualifications to be a teacher's aid."
"Well, if Nezu's given you the green light, then I see no reason why we shouldn't welcome you onto the team." Snipe chuckled. "Welcome aboard, little sharpshooter."
"It'll be interesting to have such a youthful face around. I'll look forward to your valued input." Cementoss smiled.
Izuku smiled back as more staff members welcomed him aboard. Nobody seemed against him joining them, which was a welcome relief. After a lifetime of scrutiny and rejection it was still a little shocking to find people who welcomed him even without a Quirk.
"I hope you realize you're still going to attend our sessions?" Hound Dog huffed. "Though this does make a lot more sense."
"Sorry, I just couldn't find a way to explain it to you earlier." Izuku shrugged. "I mean, I know I've got issues, but I couldn't risk getting kicked out of UA—or missing the USJ incident."
"Is there anything else we need to be aware of?" Nezu asked. "Now that everyone's here?"
"Other than the possibility of Iida getting himself killed? Uh… I think I remember the UA Heroics Summer Training camp being attacked? Don't quote me on that, though, that was decades ago. It could've been during a field trip or something. Come to think of it, though, Tsuragamae told me that I could hold a police training camp this summer as Viridian. If I do it as a conjoined thing, then we'll already have backup on hand if the attack occurs." He tapped his chin as his mind started spinning out plans. "And I vaguely recall a student being kidnapped at some point… I think it was Bakugo?"
"Right. So even our summer camp isn't safe." Aizawa looked ready to bash his skull into the table. Izuku chuckled.
"Hey, don't worry so much! You've got me, so we'll be fine. I'll just attract all the trouble to me instead of your class."
"That's what he's afraid of." Yamada grinned. "So you all moved into the dorms Little Listener?"
"Yep. Second floor room 22." Izuku nodded.
"Well, I think that's about all we've got for today." Nezu nodded. "As of Monday, Midoriya will be listed as my personal student and intern. As such, he'll be pulled 'out' of Class 1–A's normal courses. Viridian will then be placed as a teacher's aid—particularly focusing on the Heroics and Support courses."
"Support?" Power Loader raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! I thought it'd present an interesting challenge for your class to create support items for our newest hero!" Nezu grinned and Izuku lit up.
"I get gear?"
"Hold on." Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "What kind of heroics gear do you have?"
"Uh… Well I got my vigilante outfit at a local Halloween store, and everything else I made from scraps I found at Dagoba. Oh! Keigo got me a Hero phone after I wrecked it for the third time."
"Third time?" Aizawa frowned.
"Yeah, I dropped it off a building and finally killed it." Izuku shrugged.
"Yeah, and you fell with it." Keigo glared. "And you still refused a hospital."
"I'm sorry, did you just say you fell off a building?!" Midnight practically screeched.
"You get used to it." Aizawa sighed.
"If it helps, I didn't hit the ground. My phone just slipped out of my pocket."
"Yeah, but you dislocated your shoulder catching yourself on that street light." Keigo sighed.
"So the only actual hero-level anything you have is a phone?" Power Loader asked, a frown on his face.
"Yeah. Everything else is civilian-level stuff I snitched from the dump and stuff." Izuku shrugged. "I have no hero gear."
"So he's just that good." Midnight grinned. "Able to outrun even All Might himself with nothing your average kid couldn't manage to get a hold of. Impressive."
The number one hero sunk into his chair a bit more, and Izuku felt a wave of satisfaction. He may respect the Number One Hero for all the good he's done, but he had no respect for Yagi Toshinori—the man who crushed his dreams. He respected him as a hero, not necessarily a person. The knowledge that he had a Quirk that could be passed on might have a little bit to do with that.
"Come on, Listener! I'll give you a tour of the teacher's facilities so you've got a place to escape to!" Yamada grinned.
"Oh, and here's your new Staff ID. Don't lose it. I'll have you keep a hold of your Student ID for appearances sake." Nezu grinned handing him a Staff ID that had a photo of his Viridian self with his hero name printed neatly next to it. "Welcome to the team."
Viridian's grin matched Nezu's and a few staff members shuddered.
"There's two of them now." Ectoplasm muttered to himself.
"What have we done?" Snipe groaned.
"Something magnificent." Viridian cackled.
