This is not going to be a long chapter, just getting a certain scene out of the way so I can move on to the better parts really...
If you are reading this, or rereading it, yes I changed and fluffed it up... I was super tired when I wrote the original and realized it was unpolished, so here is what I changed. Enjoy.
I added two scenes, one on top and one on bottom... One is filler, one is important... check them both out.
"I look terrible." Izuku whispered as he stared at himself naked in the mirror. He looked like victim of war, like he fell on a mine, which in some ways he had. His chest was covered in scars, they looked like waves and were slightly darker then his natural skin tone. They started at his diaphragm and moved up towards his neck and eventus. ally reaching his cheeks stopping under his eyes, each one layered ontop of each other.
Thick purple lines, angry and rude, popped out around his belly button. That was where Recovery Girl had performed laproscopic surgery on him, repairing his ribs, sutering his organs and removing the rebar. Healing from this, even with her power, was exhausting and painful. Hell the Painkillers only did so much, making bending hard and twisting impossible. He felt stiff and tired and he hated it.
Putting his fingers on his scars, feeling their softness, he wanted to cry. He was never a vain person, he had always been called plain and unnattractive, but seeing these scars left him feeling... ugly, exposed and raw in a way he never really had been before. It was a strange thought...
And yet he felt proud, for they were a reminder he had defeated his bully so easily, even if Bakugo got the last laugh...
Sighing, he quickly ( quickly as he could anyway) got dressed into his school uniform and walked out to greet his mother. "How do I look?"
"As beautiful as the day were born, baby." She smiled at him, holding him close the moment she could. "You look like a survivor, which you are."
She always could make him smile. "Thank you, I needed to hear that... "
"Anytime... are you okay to walk to school? I could drive you?"
"No, I need the independence, and you have to go to work. It's sort of wierd though, waking up so late and not working out... I don't want to get used to it though, I hate feeling lazy and so stiff."
She laughed. " I know what you mean. This is the first day I've skipped my jog since you started getting me to work out, it feels wrong... anyway, you are right, I have work... so behave yourself and stay out of trouble, okay?"
"I'll do my best. Love you, Mom."
/
"Are you one of All Might's students? Tell us, what's the Symbol of Peace like in person?" Izuku, covered in his bandages and casts, watched as the annoying reporters turned on to poor Uraraka.
The girl took it in stride though, smiling warmly. "Um... What's he like? Well... Uh... He's super muscley. Yeah!" He may have chuckled at that.
"How is he faring as a teacher; what are you learning?" Another reporter asks Iida.
"His leadership and wisdom remind me on a daily basis that I attend the world's most prestigious educational institution. Of course, he's the personification of honor and integrity that now would expect, but he's also not afraid to show his students a more humorous side. It's truly a unique opportunity to be under the direct tutelage of the pro we all admire," Iida says. By the time he's done all of the reporters are looking at him bored.
However by this point, Izuku was annoyed with the reporters. "You did realize that taking video and pictures of minors without the express consent of their parents is an actual crime, right?" Izuku enjoyed watching the pressing, cloying and annoyingly wrapped around the school's entrance like parasitic worms, pale in fear. "I know for certian my mother hasn't given any of your that permission, making what you are doing a punishable offense."
They actually pointed their camera's down, some shivering and the notion of his words. They were crazy, power hungry but not dumb.
Well, except for one Lady who stomped over to him. "Freedom of the Press is-"
"Not included in the abuse and harassment of children, future heroes of not. Now back off before I report you, all of you. I expect you to all be gone in the next five minutes, unless you want your next interview to be from Tartarus." With that, he walked straight by them, and towards the school, never noticing the fiercly proud grin of Aizawa who was watching from a distance.
He wouldn't have cared too much anyone, he had a nurse to see. This cast was itchy and he would be all to happy to get rid of it.
"""
"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results," Aizawa told the class, his cautious eyes lingering on Izuku, the boy's face covered in thin scars around his cheeks, like tiny waves of slightly darker skin that framed his face almost like a mask. It gave him a rugged sort of look, making the sweet boy look far more dangerous then before. "Midoriya, you went overboard as you know but you still managed to easily overpower Bakugo with sheer combat skill, that is not to be taken lightly.
Speaking of that, I have his analysis on each of you. It was a perfect score, with room to grow naturally, but especially for your age they are incredible. I will be passing each of you a copy of the reports so you can take them into consideration and learn from them. Also, Midoriya, Power Loader will be counting this analysis as your first test grade. He was planning on your doing something similar as it was, perfect timing on my part I guess..."
The boy beamed at him, far too bright for that early in the morning but uplifitng Aizawa regardless. "Thank you, Sensei."
"Let's get down to business," Aizawa said next "Our first task will decide your future." He enjoyed the panicked look on his student's face, bar Midoriya who seemed to caught on to his ruses. "You all need to pick a class representative."
And with that, the class went wild.
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"Pick me, guys! I wanna be class rep!" Kirishima yells, making Izuku's ear ache just a little. He was still a little senstive to loud sounds it seemed and would be for a week or so.
"I'll take it!" Kaminari says.
"Yeah, you're gonna need me," Jiro tells everyone.
"Someone with style would be best," Aoyama points out.
"I'm, like, totally the right pick!" Ashido yells excitedly.
'In a normal classroom, a representative's duties would just be a bunch of extra work. But here in the hero course, there's more to it. It's a way to get noticed by agencies and prove you can lead a team like a real pro' Izuku thought as he listened to the growing crowd crow about how they should get the spot and why. He wasn't interested though... not even a little. 'Not my style really, I mean I have enough work to do with my training and analysis and dual classload, this would be unnessicary.'
"Silence, everyone, please! The class representative's duty is to lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratical. We will hold an election to chose our leader!" Iida tells the class.
"It's pretty obvious you want us to vote for you," the class says.
"Is this really the best idea?" Kaminari questions.
"We've only known each other a few days, how do we know who we can trust?" Asui asks.
"Besides, everyone will just vote for themselves," Kirishima says.
"Most people will. But that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It's the best way, right, sir?" Iida asks, turning to look at Aizawa who was getting into his sleeping bag.
"Do what you want, just decide before my nap's over," Aizawa replies, before falling over.
"Thank you for your trust!" Iida says.
Izuku stood, turning to the class. "No voting for me, please. I am incredibly busy and wouldn't be able to dedicate my time to this... honestly, annoying as he can be, Iida might be the best option along side YaoYorozu, their the most dedicated and are really smart. They would be rather good at representing the class."
In the end, Iida and Yoayorozu got the spot, just like he said. He hadn't realized he had that kind of sway...
"""
"It's always so crowded in here!" Uraraka comments as she, Izuku and Iida all sat down within the cafeteria with their food.
"That's because students on the support, management, and hero course all share the same cafeteria," Iida tells her, forgetting the General Course as well.
"This rice is delicious!" Uraraka says as she eats her lunch. "You know, I've been wondering something about you. Admit it, Iida. You're filthy rich!" Uraraka says.
"Uh... I was afraid people would treat me differently if they knew about my family," Iida tells them.
"Ooooh..." Uraraka and Izuku say as one, sharing an interested look.
"You see, the Iidas have been pro heroes for generations. It runs in our blood," Iida tells them.
"What? That's awesome!" Uraraka and Izuku say excitedly.
"Are the two of you familiar with the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?" Iida asks them.
"I know all about him! He's a super popular pro with 65 sidekicks working alongside him, at his Tokyo agency!" Izuku stopped, clearing his throat of that fanboy moment. " Um... yeah, you know you look like him,... and his quirk is almost identical to yours... shit, he's your brother, isn't he?"
"He's my elder brother!" Iida says proudly.
"Your family's famous!" Uraraka comments.
"Ingenium is an unmatched commander who honors the hero code. As the second oldest Iida son, I strive to be just like him. However, I think it might be a bit soon for me to be in a real leadership role. You, for example. You figured out what the judges were looking for in the practical exam. A rep needs that sort of insight," Iida tells Midoriya.
"That's the first time I've seen you some, Tenya! You should do it more," Uraraka says.
"What are you talking about? I smile all the time!" Iida tells her confused.
'Iida wants to be like Ingenium in the same way I used to want to be like All Might. But he shouldn't be so hard on himself' He would have something more but before he could a bell rang. "What is that?" he asks.
"Warning. Level Three security breach," A voice says through the speakers.
"No way!" one of the other students sitting close to the three of them says.
"All Students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion," the voice through the speakers says.
"What's a level three security breach?" Iida asks.
"It means that someone's managed to get past the school's barriers! This hasn't happened in my three years here. We should get going!" One of the students around him answers before running off towards the hall.
Izuku and the rest joined him moments later, only to watch in horror as a literal stampede filled the once empty space.
"Stop shoving so hard!" one student yells.
"Wait, I'm getting trampled!" another says.
"I said, stop pushing me!" one of them yells.
"Ow. This is a total mob!" Uraraka comments.
"Everyone was quick to react. As I'd expect from UA students," Iida says.
"Sure. But they're also causing a huge panic. Shit." Izuku was pulled away, to his annoyance. 'I wish I had my Escrima sticks, teach this fools a lesson... at least I can parkour.' Growling, he grabbed onto another student's shoulders and used them to hoist himself up. With great speed, he hopped from shoulder to shoulder until he reached a window, where he saw the source of the emergency.
It was the press... the annoying, parasitic press... vultures the lot of them.
Growling some more, he turned on heel and blasted towards the emergency exit, where he took one deep breathe, and screamed. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His roar silenced the entire student body. "Get your heads out of your ass and pay attention. It is just the media, do better your morons. How many of you are hurt, raise your hands!" He was shocked to see almost a third of thet students raise a hand. "Slowly and singularly get out through the exit, those hurt got to Recovery Girl. The rest of you shut up. If you are a hero student, you are a disgrace, you need to work on handling emergencies."
He saw the shame filled eyes of a dozen or so students, many were pissed but all looked hurt. He didn't care, he was not happy with them. He was still sore, still tired and eager for a long nap. This was a waste of his time.
"'''
"Hi, I'm Mei Hatusme, nice to meet you!"
Hagakure smiled at the pink haired girl, though no one saw it. " Hi there, I'm Toru Hagakure. Izuku Midoriya wrote me a report, well all of us a report, on how to better ourselves... and well, He made some great points. I am basically naked when I wear my costume, which exposes me to all sorts of danger,.. he suggeted that I get a better costume and stuff, so I was thinking that the Support course could help."
Mei beamed a smile. " You came to the right place, I would be happy to help. Let's get a tissue sample, so I know what I am dealing with, then we can make you an amazing costume and everyone will know the genius of Mei Hatsume!"
Toru wasn't entirely sure what horrors awaited her, but she was hopeful they would turn her into a real hero. This was her first step... next was taking lesson with Izuku, she just had to take up the offer Tsu had told her about. She hoped she would be able to keep up, she genuinely wanted to be a hero... she wanted to do well.
She just hoped she was taking the right first step...
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was fun to write, but this chapter really didn't matter anymore as Izuku is less of a martyr so ...
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.