Have I been wanting to do a chapter where Izuku and Hitoshi balance on each other for training? Yes. Yes I have since I started writing this fic in fact.

Izuku finally woke up from his quirk induced coma. Izuku slowly sat up, the thin blanket sliding off of his shoulders and making him cold all over. "Mmm." Izuku groaned softly as he tiredly rubbed at his eyes. His face was sore all over and when he ran his tongue over his lips he felt a smoothness from a busted bottom and top lip. Smacking his lips a couple of times he looked over at Recovery Girl who was typing away on her computer.

"How long was I out for?" He inquired, his voice scratchy and sounding strange to his own ears.

"Roughly four hours. How are you feeling?" Recovery Girl swiveled in her chair to face him.

"Fine. Still tired, but fine."

"That's good, dear. You slept through all of your remaining classes, but I think if you hurry you can catch the end of your last period." Recovery Girl then turned back to her computer.

Izuku nodded before he swung his legs off of the bed he was resting on on. "Thank you." He told Recovery Girl before he slipped into his open untied shoes. 'Dad must have untied them for me.' He thought. Once he stood up fully he felt a little light headed.

"You might still be a little woozy, also your nose may bleed again, so avoid blowing your nose until I can finish healing you tomorrow." Recovery Girl told him and Izuku sleepily nodded.

"Understood, thank you again."

"Of course, oh, and before you go. Take a small handful of gummies, to help with any pain." She pointed towards a glass jar filled to the brim with gummies. Izuku nodded and took a small handful and shoved them in his pocket.

Izuku then left shortly after that. As he walked down the hallway, Izuku realized his nose was clogged, forcing him to breathe out of his mouth. "Bakugo really went hard on me." He couldn't help but give a mirthless chuckle as he walked through the silent hallways of UA all the way back to 1-A.

Getting to the 1-A door, Izuku approached it and got ready to open it-

'Danger!'

Izuku jumped back just in the nick of time as the door swung open. First he saw a shoe before the owner lowered it to the ground.

"Bakugo." Izuku greeted him with an uneasy smile.

"Don't kick the door open! Do you have no shame?!" Came Iida's yell of disapproval.

Bakugo growled before shoving Izuku with his shoulder. "Outta my way, nerd."

"Oh- sorry." Izuku took a step back as Bakugo started to stalk down the hallway. As Izuku watched Bakugo leave he couldn't stop himself.

"Bakugo." He said it just loud enough for Bakugo to hear him, and he instantly regretted it, but it was too late to back out now as Bakugo spun around. Bakugo immediately had steam leaving his nostrils, his eyes white and slanted downward in his anger.

Izuku swallowed down his fear as he felt himself quake a little at Bakugo's ire. "I-I just wanted to say… I'm sorry about your friend." He didn't even know where it came from as he said it. Izuku quietly picked at a piece of lint hanging on his shirt.

"I don't need your stupid fucking pity." Bakugo all but snarled in Izuku's direction.

"I'm not him." Izuku blurted out before Bakugo could turn to leave. "I'm sorry, Bakugo, but… I don't think I'm him."

"... Whatever. You're right, you're not him. He's better than you."

'Ouch.'

"Just stay out of my way, Deku. I'll crush you and avenge the friend I lost, just you wait."

'Still keeping that name, huh?'

Bakugo then promptly turned away from Izuku and started to walk. Izuku watched him go before he turned towards the classroom where he saw everybody crowding the doorway, clearly listening in.

"Fated rivals." Ochako whispered with a bit of fire in her eyes.

Izuku couldn't help it, he laughed and jogged up to the rest of his peers. "So, what'd I miss while I was out?"


"Do you think you're up for a balancing act?" Izuku asked as he poked his head into Hitoshi's bedroom. Hitoshi blinked and looked at Izuku before grinning and leaning back in his chair.

"That sounds like someone bored, Zuchan." Izuku snorted at Hitoshi's shit eating grin. "Is being grounded finally catching up?"

"Look, I did all of my homework already and it's not even time for dinner. I need something to stimulate me in these trying times!"

"Zuchan, you have two black eyes and a barely healed nose. Are you sure you want to try a balancing act right now? If you fall your face will just…evaporate-" Hitoshi tried to stifle his laugh but he wound up snickering at the image in his mind.

Izuku pouted a bit before he put his hands on his hips. "You could have just said 'no'. I'll just try dad's still rings-"

"Nah, I'm bored too." Hitoshi got up from his chair.

"Yes!" Izuku pumped his fists happily and Hitoshi saw just how prepared Izuku was as he was in his beam shoes. Hitoshi grabbed his own beam shoes and quickly slipped them on over his feet. Together the two of them went to the backyard.

"Okay, how are we doing this?" Hitoshi inquired as he laid a towel on the grass. A nice cold breeze brushed past the two of them and Izuku hummed while he stripped down to his shorts and tank top. "Are you balancing on me or do you want me to balance on you?"

"Well," Izuku got down and started to stretch his legs out. Hitoshi immediately followed suit and stretched his own legs mirroring his brother. "Last time I had you balance on me, so I think I should balance on you. In fairness."

"Fine. Are we doing the wheel?"

"Nah, that'll really be pushing it with my injuries. Just a quick balancing act."

"Fine."

Once they were both properly stretched out Hitoshi got down on the towel and laid on his back.

"Remember, this is as much of a trust exercise as a physical one." Their gymnast teacher had told the two of them. "Hitoshi." The teacher turned to him in question. "Do you trust Izuku?"

"Duh, he's my brother."

"Izuku." Now Izuku was under the teacher's gaze. "Do you trust Hitoshi?"

"I would die for Hichan!"

The shocked look on their teacher's face was priceless. One that had sent Hitoshi into an absolute laughing fit. Izuku later admitted that he was nervous and just wanted to prove the point to the teacher that he, yes, trusts his brother.

"Okay, so how are we doing this officially? Where are you balancing?"

"I think I'm going to try and go upside down." Izuku rolled his shoulder in his socket before he turned to Hitoshi.

"Oh, but the wheel is pushing it."

"Upside down is not pushing it. I've done it so many times I lost count and so have you."

Hitoshi rolled his eyes but kept the smile on his face regardless. "All right, whenever you're ready." Izuku walked over and together he and his brother attached their hands, interlocking their fingers to keep a steady grip. Izuku put his feet on the soles of Hitoshi's. Hitoshi's legs gave a little shake as he raised Izuku up a bit.

"Okay…" Hitoshi breathed out once his legs steadied and he got used to Izuku's weight. "God, I miss you when you were a twig!" He grunted while he lifted his legs a little higher.

"Are you calling me fat?" Izuku teased while he started to lift one of his feet off of Hitoshi's soles.

"You aren't exactly light."

"Maybe you just need to lift more."

"Heh, I can bench press one-fifty, you know." Hitoshi's arms were now completely straight in the air.

"Ehhh…" Izuku only gave an awkward laugh. "Okay, I'm going to lift off now."

"Do it."

Izuku breathed out and prepared himself. "Okay. Three…" He lightly bounced. "Two…" He bounced again. "One!" At that declaration he kicked himself off of Hitoshi's feet and used his momentum to hang upside down while his brother held his hands as still as he could.

For a very fearful second, Izuku thought he might have used too much force behind his kick and that he was going to just fling himself over his brother but, thankfully, he managed to steady himself and keep his legs straight Then…

They did it.

Hitoshi's arms were quaking slightly from Izuku's weight and Izuku's own arms were shaking and the two just stared intensely while trying to keep focus on their balance. Izuku felt powerful like this. He felt like he could do anything.

Hitoshi grinned while puffs of air left his mouth. "God, you look like shit with those bruises." He finally managed to huff out.

Izuku gave one lone laugh. "I can only imagine."

In a snap of a finger, Hitoshi's grin suddenly fell to one of concern and Izuku could only wonder why. Until two fat blood droplets suddenly fell directly on Hitoshi's face. "Oh!" Izuku, suddenly panicked, lost his balance. His legs fell forward and he couldn't correct himself in time. This caused his body to swing downwards and Hitoshi accidentally let go.

Izuku was going to fall directly on top of Hitoshi. Hitoshi, clearly expecting this, tried to brace himself for the blow. On instinct, Izuku closed his eyes.

That was when there was a familiar feeling of a scarf wrapping tightly around his wrist and next thing Izuku knew he was yanked back and away from Hitoshi before he could land directly on his brother. Izuku fell on his back and looked up at his father.

"I already have one child that breaks his bones too often for my liking. Don't make it two." Their father sighed with slight relief. "What were you thinking going upside down like that? That was only asking for trouble." Aizawa interrogated while he held his hand out for Izuku to take. Izuku was more than happy to take his father's hand. "Go shove some toilet paper up your nose to stop the bleeding."

Izuku nodded and quickly scampered away to do as instructed.

Once he was inside, Aizawa turned towards Hitoshi. "We need to talk."

"Oh boy." Hitoshi stood and dusted himself off. "I didn't do it." He quickly defended himself.

"No, you're not in trouble-well- no- we'll discuss that tomorrow in class. I need to ask a question regarding battle training today."

Hitoshi sighed a deep and heavy sigh. "Look, I didn't fight him, okay. I almost did, but I didn't."

"No. Not that, trust me, we will talk about that but not now. Did Izuku tell you why he used one-for-all against Bakugo?"

Hitoshi shook his head. "No? I never asked. I kind of forgot in all honesty. I mean it's justified. Bakugo is a dick."

"Hitoshi, he told me and he said Bakugo said something, but after reviewing the footage and listening I realized Bakugo didn't say what Izuku said he did."

"Well, what did Zuchan think Bakugo said."

Aizawa rubbed the back of his head almost like he was about to say something he really didn't want to. "Hitoshi. Izuku informed me that you were taken away from him as punishment."

Hitoshi paused. His whole body just felt numb as he absorbed his father's words. Hitoshi then brought his hands up to his own shirt collar and started to twist at it. "Zuchan…remembered?"

"So, it's true then?"

Hitoshi swallowed hard as he continued to twist and wring his collar violently in his hands.

"Ow! No! I'll be good! I'll be good! Stop it!" Izuku had wailed out in fear as one of the men had grabbed him by his upper arm and was yanking him down the hallway. Hitoshi could only watch as he was being pulled in the opposite direction away from Izuku-

"It… was a vice versa situation. We were often kept away from each other. Sometimes we were…" Hitoshi breathed out uneasily as he felt his shirt tear slightly from how tightly he was holding on to it. "We were beaten for misbehavior if a situation ever called for it. He only saved the beatings for escape attempts though."

"Dammit Hitoshi. I really wish you would have told me all those years ago." Aizawa cursed. "We need every detail for your cases, you know."

"I was five and scared!" Hitoshi couldn't help but lash out all the same as he let go of his shirt collar finally.

"I know…I know." Aizawa gave his head a good shake. "It's just… don't you trust me?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I trust you, you're my dad."

"Then why am I just learning about something as important as this now?"

Hitoshi looked away from his father. Unable to look him in the eye. "I just… it's one of the things I found myself pushing in the back of my mind hoping to forget. I didn't exactly enjoy getting beaten nor did I enjoy-" Hitoshi cut himself off.

"What?"

Hitoshi felt his lips purse. He didn't want to speak about it. Nor did he want to remember. It just bubbled back up to the surface. He shook his head a slow and unsteady shake.

"Hitoshi, you can tell me. You know you can."

Hitoshi shut his eyes before he put his hand to his mouth. 'Fuck. Why'd I have to remember that now.' He felt tears perking in the corners of his eyes. "They… I was forced to watch." He wheezed out as he brought his hand away for a moment. "As they beat Zuchan in front of me…" He finally coughed out as he tried to push his tears back. "If my memory is correct: It was our…fifth escape attempt that led them to that. I don't know if I ever said this before but…Zuchan is lucky he doesn't have his memories of that hellscape." Hitoshi then leaned down and picked the towel off of the ground.

Aizawa let out a deep sigh from inside of his ribcage. "I'm sorry. I know that place was awful, but it's in the past now."

"No, not entirely." Hitoshi didn't even miss a beat as he smacked the towel against his leg a couple of times to get any loose dirt off of it. "Not until the man who ran it is dead."

"How do you know he's not? It's been eight years."

Hitoshi didn't answer right away as he turned his back to his dad and started to walk towards the door. "Trust me, you'd know."

"Who is he exactly? You've never mentioned him before and it seems like you had interactions with him."

"...I never got his name. I just know that he's a man you never want to cross paths with. I will say, I'm surprised."

"About what?"

"That he never took a special interest in you. He liked quirks. A lot. And yours seemed like one he'd like." Was all Hitoshi said before he finally walked inside, leaving his father on the lawn.


"Aizawa." Toshinori sighed as he walked inside of Aizawa's home.

"Bone-breaker." Aizawa grunted in response as he shut the door behind Toshinori. Toshinori didn't exactly look impressed at Aizawa's new nickname for him.

"Ha-ha. So, are you sure you want to do some training today? I mean, Izuku still has to be bruised up."

"Oh, he is. His nose likes to randomly bleed at times, but it's nothing too bad. Besides, he wanted this."

"He did? And you're allowing it?"

"Well, he discovered something. C'mon let's not keep him waiting. I want to hear what he has to say."

Together, the two adults walked from the front door to the living room where Izuku and Hitoshi were sitting on the couch next to one another. Hitoshi looked over his shoulder at Toshinori before he looked away and crossed one leg over the other. 'He really doesn't like me.' Toshinori almost wanted to cry with how cold this boy was.

"Toshinori!" Izuku, the opposite of his brother, jumped up with excitement. He twisted in his seat and hoisted himself up on his knees and leaned his arms on the back of this couch. "I'm glad you came!" Toshinori grimaced at Izuku's face. Granted, it's better than before as the bruises on his face were in the process of healing and not angry shades of black and blue.

"Of course, my boy. So, what is it that you need to tell me?"

"Well, I was thinking about it, if my memory serves right, I used One For All to punch Bakugo."

Toshinori nodded as did Aizawa. "I watched it several times, you had to have." Aizawa commented as he looked down at Izuku. "Despite the fact I didn't want you to use it."

"I hadn't meant to! I told you, it just happened. He made me remember, I didn't even see Bakugo."

"Then who did you see?"

Izuku paused as he thought about it. Then, after a minute or two he just shook his head. "Nobody. I was fighting a voice."

Aizawa let out a mild sigh of annoyance and shook his head. "We'll talk about it later. So, you used One for All to punch Bakugo?"

"Oh, yes!" Izuku happily gave a little bounce as he became excited. "So, I'm sure both of you noticed that my arm was in one piece and hadn't been broken from the attack. I think, even though I was fighting a voice in my head-"

"You sound insane." Hitoshi turned his head to grin at his brother.

Izuku turned and flicked Hitoshi's forehead. "Hush."

"Mm!" Hitoshi scrunched his nose up and rubbed where he was flicked.

Izuku turned back towards the adults. "Even though I thought I was fighting a voice, I still knew I was fighting a person."

"Hm…" Toshinori nodded at Izuku's words. "Do you think that maybe you subconsciously lowered your power input?"

"Yes, but I'm not done. You see, I was so angry and honestly… afraid. You see, I think… I think I've been using the quirk wrong."

Aizawa straightened up. "How could you use a quirk wrong?"

"Well. I was doing it how I've been seeing it done from watching you and Hichan. I've been turning the quirk on and off! I think I've been treating it like an emitter. Like Brainwashing or Erasure or even my own-" Izuku turned his body and reached one of his hands out towards the remote sitting on the coffee table. In an instant the remote shot up and slapped into his open palm. "-Object attraction quirk. Which is an emitter quirk that I can turn on and off."

Toshinori's eyes went wide as he listened to what Izuku was saying.

"I don't think I'm supposed to turn it on and off. I think that's one of the major reasons I break my bones."

"So, you think you're supposed to keep it on all the time? It's a quirk that never stops?" Hitoshi inquired next as he leaned against the side of the arm rest.

"Kind of. I'm thinking it needs to be constantly running through me. I shouldn't be turning it on and off because it's not an emitter! It's-"

"It's like Hizashi's quirk." Aizawa suddenly piped in. "Yes, Hizashi is an emitter, he's the prime example of one, but his quirk is on all the time! I mean, the moment he was born he made the doctors, nurses, and his parents bleed from the ears. It's always on and he can only control it so he won't accidentally hurt anybody."

"My boy, you might be onto something here. This may be the reason why you have such a hard time controlling One for All. How'd you even come to this realization?"

"During the fight with Bakugo. Before I punched him? I had triggered one for all throughout my whole body in my anger and fear. And, I think you're right. It was so much easier to control it through my whole body-"

Toshinori vanished in an instant, All Might now in his place. "Young Tora, I request you punch me!"

"Absolutely not!" Izuku yelled with no hesitation towards All Might. "I-I can't punch the symbol of peace!"

"I wanna see you punch him." Hitoshi grinned, but the grin didn't last as Aizawa suddenly grabbed his ear and gave it a pull. "Ow!" He hissed.

"Be nice. Regardless… I want to see it too. I think you're right, Izuku. However, we need to see this first hand and, let's face it here, All Might is your best punching option especially if you know punching a human will subconsciously lower your power level."

Izuku made a face as he slunk down so only his eyes and the top of his head peeked out at the two adults. "...I… okay…" He squeaked out in his fear. Izuku's big green eyes gone wide with terror at the idea of punching his idol and mentor.

It was decided to be outside in the backyard. It was safer that way and also the damage, if any, would be minimum.

Izuku stood in front of All Might, shivering, but not from the chilly night air. "Okay, so we know from last time we trained: forty percent is too high. Even with this new revelation of yours. I want you to try and go lower. Way lower. Let's do five percent. Think you can do that?"

Izuku thought about it. "I can try. It shouldn't be impossible." With shaking limbs, he raised his fists up. "I can't believe I'm going to punch All Might."

'One for All, don't fail me.' Izuku had thought as he felt his quirk surge through his veins. The immense power quaking just beneath his skin. Lighting him up like a glow stick. Hitoshi breathed out something that Izuku couldn't quite hear, and his father… well, if he was impressed or shocked he didn't let it show. Izuku could spend hours watching the lights under his skin and around his person.

However, the light show ended though the quirk was still surging through his whole person.

"It's not the first time you punched me, my boy! So don't be scared!" All Might tried to calm Izuku down while he continued to grin that familiar smile.

"Wait! You punched him before?!" Hitoshi yelled.

"It wasn't a punch, it was a palm strike!-" Izuku gasped suddenly at the blur in the corner of his eye.

All Might, growing impatient, or seeing a moment to strike, charged directly at Izuku. Izuku, having sensed the attack, jumped back.

A punch was thrown his way and Izuku just hardly managed to miss All Might's mighty fist coming his way by dodging to the left-

He dodged to the right-

Izuku watched All Might as he continued to dodge his mentor's onslaught of punches. 'He's not doing this maliciously. I don't think so. Is he trying to force me into a corner? To make me fight him?' Izuku thought as he managed to duck under All Might's fist. He could feel the air above him move and ruffle his hair from how hard and fast All Might was swinging. One hit and Izuku might just wake up in the hospital.

'All Might is the very definition of a powerhouse. How would dad go about trying to punch him- Oh, that's an easy answer actually. He'd use his size to his advantage.'

Izuku, cocked his fists back, he could feel the familiar tingle of One for All as the power threatened to grow to an unbelievable force. Izuku focused on the power in his arm and imagined the egg in the microwave. The one threatening to explode any second. So, he forced the power to dial back to, what he hoped, was about five percent. Then he jabbed.

He did not swing. He jabbed there was a difference. Especially since he aimed directly for All Might's throat.

Well, good news: Izuku didn't break his hand or his arm for that matter.

Bad news: All Might had disappeared in a puff of smoke the moment Izuku's fist made contact with his exposed throat.

Worst news: Toshinori was writhing on the ground grabbing at his throat while he bled from the mouth and tried to breathe.

"Ah!" Izuku couldn't help but scream. "I'm so sorry!" He rushed to Toshinori's aid.

"Don't. You. Dare. Laugh." Came Aizawa's voice as he immediately scolded Hitoshi, who looked ready to break down in a barely controlled laughing fit. He had his hands over his mouth in an attempt to hold back his laughter. Aizawa had a tight grip on his capture weapon, making it clear that if Hitoshi did laugh he'd be meeting the end of their father's scarf.

Thankfully, after a few terrifying seconds passed by, Toshinori coughed. That wet cough gave way to him breathing. Toshinori sucked in a big deep breath. He breathed in, coughed up wet thick droplets of blood, and breathed out.

"I am so sorry!" Izuku repeated just as loudly. "Do you need water? I can get you water!?"

"No-" Toshinori coughed and put a hand up. "No-" He wheezed out before finally being able to sit up. "Like father, like son, I guess." His voice was scratchy and continued to wheeze while he rubbed at his sore, and probably bruised, throat. "Seriously what is with you guys and going for the throat?"

"We're short and you're tall." Was all Aizawa had to say. "The throat is the easiest place for us as it's actually right at eye level and at an easy height for us to reach, unlike your face. You could see our punch coming for that and try to dodge."

"I see, you train your boys well."

"Thank you for noticing. I want them to be prepared for when they actually face off against villains."

"Still, please, tell me that was five percent, young Tora."

Izuku nodded eagerly. "It was. I had a better grip on my power levels with the quirk running through my veins."

Toshinori fell back on his back suddenly. "Great! Let's try and keep the bone breaking to a minimum from now on!"

"Dad?" Izuku turned towards Aizawa in question. His eyes wide and practically pleading.

"Hm. I still don't like the quirk and it's still highly dangerous to you. That being said, if you can show me that you can use it properly without breaking your bones every time you use it, I'll consider loosening restrictions on it. For now, I only want you to use it when I say it's okay during class. Understood?"

"Yes! That's more than last time." Izuku pumped his fist happily.

Aizawa snorted a half laugh before he reached over and lightly ruffled Izuku's curls. "Still, be careful. I don't like seeing you with broken bones.


The next morning it seemed reporters got wind of All Might working at UA. They were swarming the school like rats trying to get any scoop they could. Hitoshi and Izuku approached the gates to UA. The reporters swooped in like hungry vultures .

"Boy! Is it true All Might is working at UA?!" Was the only question Izuku was able to make out. Instantly he clammed up at all of the camera's flashing in his direction. His blood turned to ice and his lips into cement unable to move.

"No comment." Hitoshi had been the one to speak as he grabbed Izuku's shoulders and started to push his brother past the sea of reporters.

"C'mon give us a scoop, kid! Surely you have to know something?!" Another reporter, a male, had all but yelled at Hitoshi as he shoved a microphone in Hitoshi's face.

"Nah." Hitoshi leaned in and said to the microphone.

"What about you?!" Another microphone was shoved in Izuku's face and he instantly covered his beet red face. Suddenly Izuku's arm was grabbed and he yanked out of Hitoshi's grasp.

"Kid, just tell us something!" One reporter had all but demanded as he grabbed both of Izuku's arms.

"Zuchan-" Hitoshi tried to step in but another reporter grabbed him all the same.

"What can you tell us about All Might? Did he tell you to call that boy Zuchan?!" A female reporter shoved a mic in Hitoshi's face.

"No, I call him Zuchan because he's my fucking brother- get off of me!"

"Ow!" Izuku yelped. He yelped more out of reflex than out of actual pain. He just wasn't expecting to be grabbed as harshly as he was. But that yelp was more than enough. Suddenly a familiar scarf was wrapped tightly around the reporter's face and he was forced to let go of Izuku.

"I know you're not accosting my students." Aizawa's growl from behind Hitoshi. "Let them go and leave before I call the police.

"But we deserve a scoop! We've been camping out here all night!" A different reporter had whined indignantly.

Aizawa's hair rose up and his eyes turned a deep shade of crimson. "I said leave!"

"Let's go, Zuchan!" The moment he was freed, Hitoshi wasted no time snatching Izuku by the hand and using his ID to get them both into UA before they could be grabbed again. As soon as they crossed the threshold there were yells of protest from disgruntled reporters. They were all shouting at once and neither Izuku nor Hitoshi could hear what was said, but what they did hear in just mere seconds could make even the bravest hero jump.

An alarm blared so loudly that it reverberated throughout the whole campus. Izuku couldn't help but cry out in alarm and was slightly ashamed to admit he curled against Hitoshi a bit while covering his ears. Hitoshi covered his own ears to try and tone down the insistent alarm. Then it felt like there was a small earthquake beneath their feet. However as soon as it happened it was over just as quickly.

When the alarm finally stopped, both boys turned to look behind them.

The UA gate was now officially blocked off by a barrier and so was every other possible entrance. Hitoshi only gave a huffing laugh.

"Some asshole tried to pass the gate. Give them an A for effort, but everybody knows that UA doesn't fuck around when it comes to intruders." Bakugo suddenly growled from behind the two of them. Bakugo then went out of his way to push himself between the two brothers.

"Oh." Izuku blinked at the sudden intrusion. "Alright then…"

"By the way." Bakugo suddenly stopped walking and turned to glare at them. "You would have fucking lost yesterday if Barney over there hadn't have thrown the match. So, don't get cocky around me."

"I wasn't going to be? I'm fully aware of the situation." Izuku plainly said as he rubbed at his shoulder. Izuku then smiled and pointed directly at Bakugo. "It's fine though. We'll have a rematch! And I'll win for real next time!"

Bakugo paused at Izuku's optimism before he suddenly scowled and huffed. "Whatever." and just like that he left the two of them alone.

"Let's go and get some breakfast before it's too late." Hitoshi tugged on Izuku's hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."


After a quick breakfast they walked to their classroom. "Good morning!" Ochako greeted once they were inside.

"Morning!" Izuku chirped right back and walked up to her desk while Hitoshi went for his own desk.

"So, 'Zuku, I've been meaning to ask. Do you have any tips for someone who…maybe can't afford gymnastic classes?"

"Can't afford… well…" Izuku leaned against the desk behind him. "I would suggest maybe try your nearby park. They have plenty of things you can possibly balance on and help with your upper body strength. But, if you'd like, maybe after school today we can go to one of the school gyms and I can help you. I'm no expert but I can at least help you be more limber."

Ochako immediately turned red all the way to the tips of her ears. "Th-that sounds great!"

Izuku smiled at her. "Yeah!"

More students started to pile in and Izuku waved and made small talk with some of them. "Mornin' Kaminari!" He greeted his yellowed haired friend.

"..." Kaminari ignored Izuku's greeting and simply sat down in his chair.

'Oh… he must be tired and not up for talking. Hichan can get that way some mornings.' Izuku thought before he sat down at his own desk.

The very moment the door rattled, everyone who was standing was immediately in their chairs. Mr. Aizawa opened the door and looked at everyone. "Good." He grunted. "You're getting better."

"Now," Aizawa stalked up to his podium. "There's a couple things I want to say before we start today. I watched all of your combat trials. Bakugo."

Bakugo perked up.

"You show a great deal of promise. However, you're letting your own personal bias and anger get in the way. You need to learn to let things go and move on. That being said, if your anger keeps up I will be forced to put you into Anger management classes. What you did to Tora I is borderline unacceptable."

Bakugo slumped in his seat. "Heard." He grumbled in annoyance.

"Good. Tora H."

Izuku felt Hitoshi shift in his seat. "Yes, D- Sir."

"You have the skills to do great things. But your devotion to your brother is blinding you. You would have won that battle trial and you know it. This is something you all need to know. It's okay to have friendships or even be in love with other heroes, but you cannot let that get in the way of your mission or goal." Aizawa lightly hissed as he scanned his eyes over every student in his class. "You won't make it far if you do."

"Yes, Sensei!" Everyone shouted. Minus Hitoshi who seemed to shift uncomfortably.

Aizawa nodded and then straightened up. " Okay, Today you all will begin doing something greatly important for your future as heroes." He paused and let his words hang in the air forcing everyone to jump to the edge of their seats. "You'll be needing a class representative."

There was a heavy sigh of relief in the air. "Finally! Something normal!" A couple of kids had happily announced.

"What's so great about a class rep." Hitoshi sleepily grumbled as he rested his head on his desk.

"A class representative shows promising leading skills and great composure for sometimes stressful situations. Something hero agencies will be looking for in the future!" Iida chimed in as he pointed at Hitoshi.

"I want to be class rep!" Kaminari jumped up, making Izuku jump a little at Kaminari's energy spike.

"No! I should be!" Mina yelled.

"You're all wrong! It should be me! You losers are beneath me!" Bakugo snarled.

"I don't care how it's done." Aizawa stepped into his bright yellow sleeping bag. "Just make sure you get it done before lunch." he then zipped the bag all the way to his neck and curled up behind his desk.

There was a bunch of yelling from everyone in the class. People saying that they should be or would be the perfect class representative. Izuku stayed quiet, he really didn't care about being a leader.

"Quiet- quiet!" Iida suddenly yelled amongst everyone causing every person to quiet down. "There is clearly only one true way to do this we must put it to a vote!"

"That's lame. We don't know each other well enough to do that. Everyone'll just vote for themselves." Ojiro commented first.

"Yes, but it is the best way." Ochako agreed with Iida.

"I don't care how it gets done. I just want it done." Aizawa poked his head up. "Now stop wasting time." He growled his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red.

It was agreed that they would put it to an anonymous vote. People would write down who they want as the class representative and Iida would be the one to tally it down on the board by their names.

Izuku didn't vote for himself. Nah, he didn't seem himself as being class representative, so he gave his vote to Hitoshi. Hitoshi always took the reins and wasn't afraid of public speaking.

Soon all the votes were tallied and as expected most people voted for themselves, but not everybody did.

Aoyama- I

Mina-I

Tsuyu- I

Iida-0

Ochako-0

Ojiro-I

Kaminari-0

Kirishima-I

Kouda-0

Satou-I

Shoji-I

Jirou-I

Sero-I

Tokoyami-I

Todoroki-0

Hagakure-I

Bakugo-I

Tora I-

Tora H- I I

Yaoyorozu- I I

Still, Izuku really didn't expect to get the most votes in the whole class. Four people voted for him.

Four!?

He had to check multiple times to make sure he was reading that right.

"Who the fuck voted for Deku?!" Bakugo snarled as he slammed his fist against his desk.

"What? You didn't think anybody would vote for you, right?" Kaminari couldn't help but meanly laugh at Bakugo.

"Watch it!"

"It's decided! Our class representative will be Tora I!" Iida declared as he thrusted one of his arms at Izuku boldly. Still, Izuku could see it in his face. Iida looked rather disappointed that nobody voted for him.

'If nobody voted for him then who did he vote for?' Izuku thought as he slowly got up and walked up towards the podium. He felt all eyes on him and instantly he felt himself start to squirm a little under their gaze.

"So, for your first action as class representative, who is going to be your vice representative?" Iida demanded.

Bakugo scoffed. "Why ask. It's going to be that 'twin' of his." He then stuck his tongue out and rolled his eyes.

"Ah- er- em…" Izuku clammed up as Bakugo made a point. Izuku wanted nothing more than to have Hitoshi by his side…

But it wasn't fair to Momo. Yet, if he chose Momo he felt like it wasn't fair to Hitoshi either.

"Flip a coin!" Izuku yelled out. "I don't feel at liberty to make this decision. So… let lady luck decide!"

The good thing is that neither of them had to stand as Hitoshi just turned, sitting backwards in his chair now, towards Momo. "You got a coin?" He asked.

"I do." Momo took a yen coin out of her blazer. She put the coin on top of her closed fist. "Call it."

"Tails." Hitoshi answered and Momo flipped the coin up into the air.

The whole class seemed to hold their breath as they watched the coin twirl in the air before it came crashing back down on her fist. Yaomomo covered it with her hand and paused waiting for a second or two.

She removed her hand. "...Tails." She sighed heavily.

"Yes!" Hitoshi jumped from his seat.

"Of course…" Bakugo rolled his eyes in disgust.

That did make Izuku feel a little better to have Hitoshi at his side. They smiled at each other.

"Okay, Tora I is class representative and Tora H is his deputy. These two are in charge." Aizawa commented as he slunk up for just a second before slinking back down behind his desk.

"You know. This won't be too bad!" Tsuyu said with a bit of a smile.

"Yeah, I can get behind Tora I as class representative and it helps that his brother is his deputy, you know? They already work so well together." Kirishimia agreed with Tsuyu.

Soon, a few scant agreements came from their classmates and Izuku couldn't help but feel a bit… prideful about this. He's never been voted on before let alone win.

"I promise! I'll do my best at being class rep!"


"So, you didn't even vote for yourself?" Iida had inquired as he and Izuku sat down at the table together. Izuku forgot to pack a bento today, so it was Lunchrush's lunch today. Which was fine by him.

"Nah-uh. I voted for Hichan."

"I see. Well, you can rest assured that you had my vote."

"Really? But you risked not having any votes for yourself."

"I see a leader in you, Tora. and I'm not the only one apparently-"

"Nope!" Ochako came sliding up, her lunch tray in her hands. She sat next to Izuku. "I voted for you!"

"As did I. Which is funny." Hitoshi commented as he took Izuku's left. "Because you voted for me…"

"So then…who's the fourth person?"

"Most likely, Kami. Kaminari, I mean." Hitoshi blushed suddenly.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Where is Kami?" Izuku looked around for their blonde friend, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Hitoshi shrugged at that. "No clue." He broke his chopsticks apart and started eating. Izuku did the same. For a moment there was no talking at their table as they all ate.

Ochako broke the silence. "Mmm! Lunchrush's food is so good! This is seriously some of the best rice I've ever had!"

"Yeah! It is pretty good!" Izuku agreed.

Hitoshi then spoke as he stabbed at his rice. Changing the subject suddenly. "Hey, Iida, I've been thinking. You wanted class rep really badly. Why did you vote for Zuchan?"

"Yeah, I mean you do look the part for class rep after all!" Ochako chimed in with a smile.

"I honestly didn't feel that I was suited for the job. I thought about it and wanting the position doesn't mean I'm suited for it. The Iida agency taught me that lesson."

"Agency?" Ochako asked with wide eyes.

'Oh right, I almost forgot. He's from a long line of Heroes.' Izuku thought for a moment. Feeling eyes on him. Izuku suddenly looked over his shoulder. Kaminari was standing there. Lunch in hand. Izuku smiled and gestured for him to come and sit.

Kaminari didn't. Instead, he actually used his index finger to gesture to Izuku to come to him. Izuku tilted his head and then pointed to Hitoshi with his thumb.

Kaminari shook his head.

"-I've been meaning to ask. Iida, is your family, like, super rich?" Ochako had asked and Izuku stood.

"I'll be right back. Please, carry on without me." He smiled at them.

"Hm?" Hitoshi hummed and watched his brother leave but when he saw Izuku walking over to Kaminari he didn't bother to get up.

"What's up, Kami?" Izuku smiled once he approached his friend. "You can sit with us, you know-"

"Am I a joke to you?"

"Huh?" Izuku blinked in surprise at Kaminari's accusing tone. "No. Why?"

"I thought we were friends."

"We are. Did I do something to upset you? If I did, I'm sorry."

"It's just… Why didn't you tell me you had two quirks? That's all I want to know, man. Why did you try and play it off like you didn't even know you had a quirk."

'Oh, right, everyone saw me punch Bakugo through a wall.'

Izuku looked Kaminari right in the eye when he spoke next. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you by not telling you. Truth be told, Kaminari. I didn't know I had these quirks until recently and I just forgot to mention it to you. It's not that you're not my friend. I swear. With everything happening, it just slipped my mind."

Kaminari gave a bit of a snort. "It's just… it hurt. Learning that you not only had telekinesis, or something similar, but also that you had super strength. You could have punched Akisho for us."

Izuku laughed at that. "No, I couldn't have. In fact, because of how late the super strength quirk manifested I have very little control over it. Kaminari, it breaks my bones if I mishandle it. That's what happened at the entrance exam." Izuku lowered his voice to a whisper. "I really am sorry if I made you feel like we weren't friends. Or if you felt offended."

"Fine. Fine. I guess I can forgive you. If you get another quirk, I want to be the first to know!"

Izuku laughed. "Fine." He joked. "We good?" He offered his fist for a fist bump.

"Yeah." Kaminari returned it in full.

"Good, now come and eat with us-"

Right as Izuku was turning to face the table again an alarm bleared through the entire lunch room. "We have a code three on campus. We need everybody to get to safe point. I repeat. Code three on campus."

Chairs clattered and lunches were abandoned as a bunch of students got up to run. Izuku flagged down the nearest student. "What's a code three!?" He asked the stranger.

"Somebody managed to get past the school security! We have to get to a safe area in the school! This has never happened before!" The boy yelled before running down the hallway.

"Let's go." Izuku grabbed Kaminari's hand. He wanted to wait for Hitoshi, but he was immediately lost in the panicked crowd. Kaminari was forced to drop his lunch as the two of them ran.

It was absolute mayhem. Students of all grades were crammed into one hallway, yelling, screaming, and just all out panicking in general. Izuku was glad he wasn't claustrophobic-

'But Hichan is!' His mind told him in his own ensuing anxiety rising in his chest.

"Ow!" Kaminari yelped when somebody stepped directly on his foot. "This is insane, man!"

"I know!" Izuku screamed out to him. He kept his grip on Kaminari's hand tight. Not wanting to risk losing him in the crowd. 'Where are the teachers?! This is insane!' An elbow was thrown out and caught Izuku in the back of the head, knocking him down to his knees. He nearly brought Kaminari down with him.

"'Zuku-" Kaminari tried to help him to his feet, but suddenly he was shoved and brought to the ground.

"Ow!" This time Izuku yelped when someone stepped on his hand. "Stop-" someone was stepping on his back forcing him back to the ground. 'Oh god, I'm going to be trampled.' He fearfully thought-

"Get the fuck off of him!" Came Bakugo's yell, and next thing Izuku knew, the person who had stepped on him was ripped off of him. "Are you blind or just stupid!?" Bakugo then grabbed Izuku by his arm. "Get the fuck up, nerd!" Izuku was hoisted to his feet. Bakugo then lunged past Izuku and pushed the person who was currently trying to stop on top of Kaminari.

"Th-Thanks, man." Kaminari breathed out as he was helped to his feet.

Suddenly Iida flew above all of them and landed directly on the emergency exit sign above their heads. "Everybody stop! You all need to calm down!" Iida roared over the crowd. "It's not a real threat! The reporters just managed to get on school grounds! Now we are UA students and we need to act like it! Please! Everybody needs to make an orderly line out the door and stop shoving. Please."

'The reporters…' Izuku thought with wide eyes as he watched Iida.

He turned towards the nearest window, even though he couldn't see out of it fully with everybody in his way. He only had one thought. 'How'd they get past UA's defenses?'


Hitoshi was late getting back to class and Izuku was trying so hard not to let his panic show as he stood at the podium alone. He wasn't terribly late, Only late by a few seconds but he was late regardless.

'Was he hurt? Stepped on? Crushed?' Izuku had thought in his panic. But it turned out he panicked for nothing. As moments later, Hitoshi walked through the door. His hair was out of it's ponytail and absolutely all over the place. His school outfit was a little haphazard, and he was paler than normal. Izuku could see a thin layer of sweat coating Hitoshi's brow.

"Tora H. You're late." Aizawa hissed from his sleeping bag. "Explain."

"I was vomiting." Hitoshi responded as he ran his fingers through his already frazzled hair. "I'm claustrophobic and that who shitshow back there triggered it. I'm sorry." He apologized as he stood next to Izuku. Hitoshi then tried to wipe his brow with his arm.

Hitoshi and Izuku both strolled up to the podium. "Now, before you guys have any questions on what we're going to do as class representative and vice representative, I have an announcement to make. I'm stepping down as vice." He said plain as day. "I'm sorry, after what happened back there, I realized I actually don't have what it takes to be Vice Representative. So, with Izuku's approval I'd like to give my spot to someone more deserving. Iida." Hitoshi gestured towards Iida as he finished talking.

"Hichan… Yes! I agree a hundred percent! Iida, back there you managed to calm down a whole crowd of people. You absolutely deserve the role." Izuku smiled at Hitoshi as his brother stalked back to his seat where he immediately laid his head against the cool desk.

Iida was next to Izuku in a second. "I swear! As vice class representative I will do my best for each and every one of you!"

"This is a waste of time. I don't care who is where. Just move on." Aizawa hissed at Izuku from his spot on the floor.

"Yes, we're done now. I swear!" Izuku jumped.

"Good." Aizawa now suddenly stood and unzipped himself from his sleeping bag. Then the panel in the wall opened showing their cases for their costumes. "Get everybody lined up. We're suiting up. We're all going on a little field trip."

So, for this chapter I actually flipped a coin on google to see who would win at the coin toss because I also felt torn and yes. Hitoshi actually won fair and square. This is not my own personal bias coming into play here. Lol.