"You're too slow, Kirishima."

Kirishima grunted as he once again made acquaintance with the floor, this time by a swipe to the feet by the vigilante.

Kirishima groaned in pain and in disappointment.

Hearing the noise, Izuku chuckled. Helping Kirishima up, he smiled brightly. "Don't feel too bad! When I started all I had to practice with is opponents that performed small robberies and petty crimes, and it was by practice that I honed my skill set and moved on to what I do now."

Kirishima only nodded. After a minute his funk left him, replaced with unwavering determination. He pumped his fist in the air. "I've just got to keep going!"

Smiling at the apprentice, he and Kirishima noticed a new figure enter the room.

Kirishima smiled. "Hey Tsukauchi! How's it hanging?"

The tired detective waved, and slumped onto a bench nearest to Izuku. He smiled at the red head, a yawn replacing the sentence that was forming.

Izuku chuckled. "Hey now, don't over work your introductions now. I know they're grating sometimes but a warm up is a warm up." The detective could only glare at him lightly.

Kirishima laughed and walked over to a training dummy, continuing his practice of hitting something repeatedly without use of his quirk.

Tsukauchi looked towards Izuku, who was busy on his laptop, no doubt looking into cases he may have missed. Smiling lightly, he nudged the vigilante in the ribs. "So I heard you completely demolished Midnight to the point where she started begging. You didn't tell me you became a dean of student conduct!"

Izuku immediately looked up in concern. "Where'd you hear the news?!"

Tsukauchi flinched at the harsh tone, but quickly regained his composure. "It's all over the news channels! Sent out by an anonymous user. The public is all over it! An unknown taking down a pro hero, in a hero academy. They are freaking out over whether you're a villain or not, since you certainly played the role of an antagonist."

Izuku groaned. For fuck's sake. Of all things to happen of course this comes up."They don't believe that you're a vigilante that works with us, though. That might be a good sign for you."

Izuku felt relieved. At least his cover isn't blown. "Good, I'm glad I can still continue what I do best."

Tsukauchi smiled at the boy. He was proud that the kid was growing up, just not in a traditional way. He felt like a parental figure, always checking up on the kid, making sure he doesn't get into trouble.

"Hey Nao."

The human lie detector looked Izuku's way, all ears.

"Do you know a woman by the name of Toga?"

Tsukauchi thought it over. "No, I don't think I do. Why?"

Izuku shrugged. "Encountered her on patrol the other day. She just stared at me, looking at me as if I was food or something." He shuddered.

"Was she pretty?"

Izuku shrugged. "Sure, she was pretty cute and-HEY!" He looked over to where Naomasa sat, watching him laugh himself to pieces.

Tsukauchi chuckled, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Too easy."

"That wasn't funny."

"It was to me, loverboy."


Kirishima and Izuku sat in the park, eating mochi. A while ago they decided to call it for a day, and to celebrate a straight five days of training.

It's the small things that counted, Izuku believed.

Either that or he really wanted mochi. He'd never tell.

He also treated Kirishima with mochi to celebrate his new relationship with Mina. She meant a lot to the redhead, and now she was important to Izuku as well.

He teased Kirishima about it, at first. That was until Kirishima fought back.

"So Izuku, I was walking around the school and I heard some girls in 1-A and B talk about how awesome you were, and how "Dashing you were in your passion". He made a face while talking, a sure symbol of mockery.

Not today Kirishima. Izuku smirked.

"Are you sure they're talking about me? Are you jealous of my stardom?" He acted repulsed by his words, knowing he'd trapped the redhead.

As Kirishima stammered and sputtered, Izuku laughed.

"Got you."

Izuku now laughed whole heartedly, enjoying his student's demise.

Kirishima started laughing along as well. A good thing about Kirishima was that he was a good sport.

Soon, the two calmed down, enjoying the comfortable silence.

"So tell me Izuku." Izuku looked at his student, confusion apparent. "What?"

Kirishima smiled, the grinned turning Cheshire. "You'very seen the girls in 1-A, which one is the cutest?"

Izuku double backed, sternness taking over his other expressions. "Kirishima, you know I can't answer that. I'm an employee of the school, there are rules stating that I cannot be in a relationship with students. It's unprofessional, and I-"

"You are fourteen years old, Izuku." Kirishima interrupted. He smiled at the flustered teen. "We're the same age. I noticed that some of the other girls have looked at you differently than the other guys. C'mon, I'm dating the finest girl in the class, and she even talks about how the other girls look."

Izuku groaned. "Kirishima, I can't answer that question your question legally. I am a staff member. It's not allowed."

Kirishima sighed. He was frustrated that the vigilante wouldn't answer the question.

"Just in between you and me, Jirou is pretty cute."

Kirishima whipped his head to the vigilante. Had he heard right?

"Kyoka? You sure? She's pretty plain, don't you think?" Kirishima was bewildered.

Izuku chuckled. "Hey, we're both being honest here. I happen to think that those who appear to be plain and boring to others happen to be the most interesting." He stood, arching his back to stretch it out. "I've got patrol soon. Best be on your way."

Kirishima, reluctantly agreed. He enjoyed the talks with the vigilante. It felt that everyday he learned something new from the guy. Looking back, he started walking.

Izuku looked thoughtful for a second. "Hey, Kirishima. Come back." Kirishima back tracked to the vigilante. "You're coming on patrol with me tonight. Go eat dinner. Meet at the usual spot at 10:00 sharp."

Kirishima immediately brightened, his smile elongating across his face. "You got it!" He sprinted home, ready for tonight.


Kirishima was exhausted.

When he thought of the word 'patrol', he assumed they'd be busting groups of criminals, knocking them out with karate chops or something.

Nope, when Izuku said 'patrol', he meant watching out for potential criminals, scaling over rooftops, and doing detective work. They had the occasional bust, but the methods weren't bright and flashy like Kirishima hoped. They were silent and quick, proving to him that Hollywood scenes were super incorrect as to busting criminals left and right.

On top of all that, they stayed on patrol until six in the morning.

How the hell does Izuku do it?

As Kirishima trudged through the jungle of students to arrive to his homeroom, he saw the vigilante talking to Present Mic as if he'd have a full night's rest.

Taking a sip of his coffee, be barely even registered an energetic entity coil around his arm. Glancing at the source of weight, he saw his girlfriend snuggle against him. He also mentally groaned as the sound of an angry Bakugo sounded in the background.

He didn't know why Aizawa didn't just shoot the class. They were just too noisy.

"Kiri? You ok? You never drink coffee." Glancing at his girlfriend, he smiled, the bags under his eyes becoming more apparent. "Yeah babe, just wanted to try something new."

Mina, looked at Kirishima in surprise. "But I thought you said coffee beans gave you migraines?"

He slammed his head into the table in front of him, the migraine already shooting sparks of pain into his head.

Today is going to be a long day.


"So, Uraraka, why do you want to be a hero?"

Izuku sat in his office, smiling at a fidgeting Uraraka. This was his mission for the week: get to know the first year students. All of them. It was a grueling task for sure. There were at least 200 first years, most of which weren't in the hero course. Izuku wasn't worried though. He had a pretty good memory, plus he categorized his notes into four different sections:

1. Hero course

2. Support course

3. General studies

4. Business course

Each category had subcategories:

1. Hero course

-Hero course A

-Hero course B

2. Support course

-Support course A

-Support course B

3. General studies

-General studies A

-General Studies B

Business course

-Business course A

-Business course B

Sure, there were more subcategories, but those were for the second and third year students, which Hound Dog had covered. The multitude of Hound Dog's stress came from keeping up with the first years. So, naturally, Izuku took the position in stride.

A major part of counseling the hero students was made of understanding why they wanted to be heroes. As he took notes of the students, he wrote down mannerisms each showed, as well as thinking processes and any mental health issues they may have.

He was positive that Aizawa suffered from depression, but the faculty and staff had their own therapists.

For now, he was content with just counselling the students. A big part of why he was chosen for this position was his degree in physical and mental therapy. It wasn't like he wasn't proud of the feat, he just thought it was best that it be hidden. It didn't impact his primary job.

He got to know each student well, and he was more than excited to know their quirks.The childhood fascination grew, especially since he was in a school surrounded by quirks.

He didn't judge a student by their aspirations or final objectives. It wasn't his place to do so.

Currently, he was with Uraraka, who hesitated to answer the question.

With a small voice, the brunette looked at the counselor, who had his clipboard at the ready. "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

Izuku smiled kindly. "Uraraka, I am bound to keep this in between us. I am not authorized to speak to anyone about this conversation. It's called client confidentiality." He watched as she relaxed, letting out a breathe she didn't know she had.

"Well, I'm becoming a hero for the money."

Izuku looked up, motioning her to go on.

"My parents own a construction company, but we haven't made much business. We don't have a lot of money to buy things, so I want to become a hero so they can retire." Tears leaked from her, despite her refusal to cry.

Izuku handed her a tissue, smiling warmly. "Ochako, what you're aspiring to become is noble indeed, and I think it's great what you're doing. Trying to support yourself isn't something to be ashamed of, and trying to help your parents is what you should be proud of." She looked at him, the tears long abandoned.

She smiled, "Thank you, sir."

He waved his hands forward. "It's no issue for me. Now, be honest with me. Do you have any money for food at your apartment?"

Her eyes widened for a second, then she looked down in shame. N-no. I only have enough for rent monthly, so usually my friends buy my food for me." She quickly looked up, panicked. "Please don't tell anyone- Huh?"

She was looking at an outstretched hand, 5,500 yen held out to her. Ochako was confused. "Sir?"

Izuku smiled, "Take it, Uraraka. I will not let a student go hungry. I already have a couple jobs, so this won't impact me as much as you'd think."

She only looked dumbly at the hand.

"Here, take it! Please!"

She nodded, hesitantly taking the money. She launched herself at the counselor, hugging him tightly.

Izuku chuckled lightly. "You're welcome. Please promise me you'll come see me if you're low on food or need lunch for the day. I care about all my students. I'd do the same for anyone else, no matter their background."

She couldn't bring up the will to speak. She nodded, and sat down.

Izuku looked at the clock on the wall. "It looks like our time here is up. Don't worry about paying me back, it's a gift to you. Go eat, and buy some groceries for home. If you need groceries, I would gladly get you some. He grinned, waving her off. "Please send in the next student."

{Don't get the wrong idea. He hated seeing people go hungry. He often gave money to the homeless and to those in poverty. He sometimes even held dinners to those in need. It helped him see new faces and it warmed his heart to see people so happy.}

She waved, and walked out, fingers gingerly touching the yen given to her.

The door opened again, and Izuku turned to talk to the next student.

"Ah! Ms. Yaoyorozu! How are you today?"