Noamasa Tsukauchi was one of the few people aware of All Might's secret, as such he was privy to more sensitive conversations than most people. However this time, the meeting he was having with All Might and Nezu to get some more details on exactly what happened at the USJ, it was a surprise to him that he was being stonewalled.
"Toshi, you're saying you didn't stop this Nomu," the detective said once more, his voice tired as the conversation he was having to get what he needed for his report was taking an annoyingly long amount of time. "Yet, you won't give me more details on who or what did?"
"I'm sorry," Toshinori shook his head. "This is a secret that the U.A. staff are guarding even closer than my own, and the less people that know, the safer this person will be."
Sighing, Tsukauchi put away his notepad, handed over his cellphone to Nezu who disabled it. "Look, I need something, I can put in a lie to my superior who will understand but I need to know the truth so I know how not to tell it."
"Detective," Nezu said as he folded his arms. "What we will tell you, will not leave this room, it is information that seemingly none of the other nation's governments are aware of, and should they be, it may mean war."
"It's that serious," Naomasa gasped.
"Yes, I would rather go on national television and spill the truth about my quirk and it's history, because that would potentially do less harm than this getting out to the public," Toshinori added.
"Fucking hell," Naomasa said exasperated as he slumped into his seat. "What is it then?"
"One of our students is an alien," Nezu said as he pulled out a handwritten folder on Izuku Midoriya. "This is the only copy we have, nothing was saved to any hard drives."
Flipping through the pages, Naomasa, who had expected anything else, was caught off guard by the answer he had been looking for. "This is," turn page after page of whatever information Nezu had been able to gather as he tried to absorb as much of it as possible. "And he's how strong exactly?"
"Stronger than me and his powers are growing every day." Toshinori answered. "He's not even fully matured, the fact that he looks remotely human is something Recovery Girl is still trying to figure out from the DNA sample he gave us."
"My god," Naomasa said as he closed the folder and put it back on Nezu's desk, who promptly locked it away in a secret drawer underneath a loose floorboard. "I, aliens are real and one is here," he said as his breathing increased it's rate rapidly. "How does this even happen?"
"We are not sure," Nezu answered honestly, as much as it pained him to admit. "I have had all of my staff at some point scouring every single inch of the location his adoptive mother had given us for where she had found him as a baby. However she's not comfortable with us looking at the vessel Izuku had arrived in, she claims it's Izuku's birthright and not hers to give away."
"So what do we do in this situation," Naomasa inquired.
Nezu looked to the horizon as the sun began to set over the city skyline. "We wait, mister Midoriya has seemingly been on our planet for the majority of his life and so far we have no evidence he had been contacted by other members of his species or other species."
"This is so crazy," Naomasa said as he thought about the implications of this information.
Midoriya sighed as he tried to not look at his classmates, he had heard their conversations on his way down the hall, each of them wondering what he was capable of, it made him feel bad. That after one day he was the weirdo again. He buried his face in his desk throughout most of the day, none of the teachers commenting on his behavior as calling attention to him would only exacerbate the issue.
Izuku finally had a respite when they were dismissed for lunch, which he used as an opportunity to hide on the roof, an easy place to get to when you can fly. "Hello Mr. Midoriya," Nezu said as he approached the alien.
"Hello principal," Izuku sighed, sitting up proper as he had been laying on the roof.
The furred man sat down next to Izuku. "What's the problem?" hoping to get the boy to talk rather than bottle it all up.
"It's the class," Izuku looked out onto the horizon and watched as three cities over Miruko kicked a bad guy in the head. "They, don't know what to think of me."
"Hmm," Nezu hummed. "It's hard being a teenager."
"You know it's not that." Izuku sent a questioning glance at his principal, wondering if he was taking this seriously or not.
"I think it is. Mr. Midoriya, in the short time that I have gotten to know you and from what Toshi has said, you are a good kid, alien or not, you have feelings like the rest of us. And it does not take a genius to deduce that fitting in can be difficult, especially when the boxes you are supposed to be in are very small."
"You are powerful, that is not in question, but do not let power decide your actions for you." Nezu pointed to the city. "Japan has over three hundred million people living in it. You may be the only alien, but you are not going to live in solitude, unless you choose to."
"So how do I go about doing that sir? I spent so much of my life hiding what I could do that now I'm lost."
"Friends Izuku, friends." Nezu patted him on the back. "Make connections, do not dismiss the signs, you might be surprised what's right in front of you if you only look beyond self-doubt."
"Because Friday's lesson was interrupted," Aizawa said as he paced in front of the heroics class.
"And, we have decided," Kan took over the conversation as he looked over the group of nearly sixty students. The 1-A and 1-B class were having a joint venture together to ensure no one missed out. He had grumbled when Nezu told them both during lunch that they would need to do something together, showing there is no favoritism between the classes and this would be an excellent way to incorporate some of the other courses into the lessons.
"Now, normally, the Heroics course is self-contained, but with the sports festival coming up, it may be a good idea for the general education students to see what awaits them should they perform well enough." This was a way for the 1-B teacher to reference the rule that would allow for students in other courses to move up to the heroics class if they show promise throughout the event.
"So we're supposed to be here to benefit their training," A tired-looking boy scoffed. He had suspected as much, a hero school geared towards making hero students look better.
"We're all here to learn," Aizawa grumbled. "If you don't end up a hero, it's not a bad thing for more people to know what to do in a rescue situation, that's less panicking civilians and less potential collateral damage and injuries."
The gen ed students nodded as they could recognize the benefit if they were more aware of what to do in a bad situation so they didn't make it worse.
"Alright, now to make sure we don't take up all the time, both classes will break into equal teams, two from each class on a team," Kan slapped a clipboard against his palm. "While you make teams, we will coordinate with the gen ed students to make sure it's not a walk in the park." The teachers leave it up to the heroics course to decide how they split up.
Izuku was looking around to see who he might like to pair off with when he was suddenly tugged. "Midoriya, join my team." Mineta shouted as he latched onto Izuku's leg.
"No way," Kirishima pulled the short pervert off Midoriya's leg. "He's gonna be on my team."
"Wait, shouldn't we-" Izuku raised his hands as he saw many people in his class staring at him.
"Oh come on, he doesn't want to work with any of you smelly guys," Mina pulled down her eye lid and stuck out her tongue. "Right, come on Midoriya, we'll make a great team." waving her hands back and forth as she wiggled her eyebrows at him.
The teachers turned back to see what was the commotion and saw Izuku surrounded by most of his class. "HEY!" Aizawa shouted. "What's going on, are you brats not capable of forming teams without a teacher handling it like you're children?"
"Sir," Momo pointed as even if she also wanted to pair up with Midoriya, she was more reserved about making a spectacle of it. "It would seem that most of the class wants to pair up with the class president."
"Is that so," Aizawa raised an eyebrow in contemplation. "Hmm, well then." tapping his chin as he pondered on what to do.
"I got an idea," Kan smirked as he leaned over and whispered into his counterpart's ear. Only Jirou and Midoriya were capable of hearing what they were conspiring to do.
"I guess that works." Izuku shrugged as he walked over to the gen ed students who were confused.
"Eanie, meanie, minie, mo," Aizawa pointed until his finger landed on the purple haired complainer from before. "Congrats, you're a hero today." Jabbing his thumb behind himself as he indicated for the kid to get in line with the rest of the heroics course students.
"I'm sorry, what's happening?" Itsuka asked as she could tell her classmates were confused and felt it was her duty as 1-B president to get answers.
"Midoriya here is an outlier," Kan rolled his eyes. "And Aizawa's class can't control themselves and think having him on their team would make the lesson easier. Since he might not be able to learn as much from it, he will be placed in a situation where he cannot help any team."
Monoma clicked his tongue. "He can't possibly be that big of an advantage."
Aizawa smirked at the challenge. "Oh really, Midoriya, I left something behind, can you go pick it up for me?"
Shrugging Izuku stepped forward. "Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"I left a rock on the ground, on the moon, please retrieve it for me." Aizawa pointed up to the sky.
Shaking his head, Izuku shot off the ground in a blur, his form punching through the atmosphere and into space. He figured Aizawa just wanted a rock and didn't care which one, so he grabbed a big enough boulder since he thought Power Loader would like to study real moon rocks. Flinging himself back to the ground, his hero costume didn't survive reentry so he quickly took his cape which was much more durable and tied it around his waist before he got within sight of the class he left.
"Here," Izuku dropped the boulder onto the ground, the ten thousand pound regolith rock digging into the soft grass. "I didn't know which one was yours, I hope this is acceptable."
"Did, did, he just go to the moon and back, in less than a minute?!" Momo shouted. "That's, holy shit," her normal calm exterior eroded as she realized what speeds her classmate went to. "Two percent the speed of light?!"
"Oh, really, I wasn't trying to go that fast, sorry," Izuku rubbed his head as he didn't mean to do something weird.
"That is why," Aizawa addressed the stunned students. "Midoriya here can go a percentage the speed of light and withstand reentry into Earth's atmosphere."
"Not my costume apparently, I had to stop to tie this," Midoriya blushed.
"He stopped," Momo stumbled. "I can't guess how fast he was going, he stopped at some point." The idea that the two percent guess she made was the low end of that equation was staggering.
"So, because any kind of result would be unusable for us to grade on," Aizawa started. "He will not be doing the 'heavy lifting' for any team." The 1-A class realized this was because they were fighting over him that now no one could have him.
After the teams were formed without fighting, Izuku walked with the gen ed students to various buildings. "So, how's gen ed?" Izuku asked, trying to make light conversation.
"It's alright." A girl giggled. "It's practically a breeze."
A few of the other students started to snicker.
"That's nice, I wonder how the lessons differ, a lot of the hero class is just related to hero stuff, even our art class is hero stuff." Izuku wondered as to how different the courses could be.
"I think we should be wrapping up, the longest section pretty soon." A boy sputtered as he barely held off laughing. His classmate's faces turned red as they tried to keep it together.
"Wow, it can be that fast, I bet it's not that hard then." Izuku responded, this remark was enough to get all the kids to start laughing their heads off as Kan groaned. "What did I say?"
"Seriously?" Kan raised an eyebrow and then glanced down.
"What are you, oh gosh," Izuku said as he realized he still only wore his cape to cover himself up. "I am so sorry, I'll be right back with a generic uniform." He said as he zipped back towards the locker room and came back.
"Wrong size," Kan slapped his head as Izuku grabbed a suit that was too small for him.
"This was the right size last week?" Izuku questioned as he only noticed how tight it was on him when it was pointed out to him. "I'll just-"
"No, it's fine," Kan sighed, shaking his hand and waving his hand dismissively at the young man. "Just, go find a good place to get trapped or something." Kan instructed as Izuku nodded. "Friggin' problem child. Now I get what Aizawa is always complaining about."
The problem was that Izuku could easily hear this comment as it's not hard to forget that someone had hyper sensitive hearing when they didn't have a quirk that reminded you of it. "Fine whatever, I guess," Izuku slammed a fist into the wall as he was the first one in no one else would get 'trapped', when the force of the blow crumbled the building on top of him.
"I forget he can do that," Kan groaned as he realized that Izuku just made himself the hardest to rescue.
"Do what, level a building?" a gen ed student gaped.
"No, that's easy to remember, I forget he can hear a fly fart halfway across the city as easily as if it happened right next to him." Kan sighed. "I wasn't trying to be mean Midoriya, that's just a nickname," Kan shouted at the pile of rubble. "Gonna catch a lot of flak for that one." he realized as this would be brought up at the end of the day with the rest of the staff.
"So," Aizawa looked at the remaining buildings they were going to be using.
"I know, shut up." Kan folded his arms as he knew how smug Aizawa was internally at the moment. "So, there are now four buildings you can attempt to rescue civilians in and then one, I guess extreme situation."
"Wait," Jirou shouted suddenly as she looked over at the ruins of a building. "Midoriya is in there?" her tone laced with fear as she ran over to the building to start trying to pull large slabs out. "Hang on, I'm coming for you." Feeling around the building and listening to try to hear the sound of a heartbeat.
"Well I guess that solves that issue," Clapping his hands together Aizawa leveled a devilish smile at the remaining teams who would be sent to different buildings.
"Ugh," Kamakiri grumbled as he sulked, walking towards the pile of former building. His 1-A teammate having decided for them which area they would go to. "Can't he just, get himself out of this, if he's so great?" Slicing through the larger walls to make them easier to move.
"I don't think that is the purpose of the event," Pony giggled as she took the rope offered by Momo. "Thank you." Attaching the rope to her harness she started to pull the larger slabs off the pile
"Tsunotori is right," Momo responded. "It is our duty as heroes to be the ones who save the civilians, it is not every time that someone capable of rescuing themselves is endangered. "But... Jirou, it doesn't benefit you to panic." She said as she pulled on her classmate's arm.
"Don't worry," Izuku's voice called out from underneath the concrete. "Take your time, I'm not in any danger."
Jirou sighed as she realized she had just rushed in without properly planning a way to clear the rubble. Something that in a normal situation wouldn't have been ideal. "Yeah, I guess."
After the initial awkwardness, Jirou's team got into a good groove. Momo easily directs where the slabs should go and how to remove them in the most efficient manner. Kamakiri was able to reduce the larger slabs into smaller sections, whereas Jirou could turn the smaller rocks into powder. With Momo making support beams and other utility tools, they were able to make significant headway.
"Alright lesson is over." Aizawa called out after a couple of hours, every other team had found and rescued the 'civilians' and were just watching Jirou's team labor with the nearly insurmountable task.
"But we didn't save Midoriya?" Momo questioned.
"Midoriya, come on out." Aizawa said loudly.
The ground began to rumble as Izuku pushed up and easily lifted the remaining three floors of the building Jirou's team still needed to get through. Tossing it off to the side, Izuku stretched as he had been laying on the ground waiting to be rescued. "So what's the score?" He inquired as he casually walked over to the rest of the class, shaking off some dirt along the way.
Aizawa hummed before he thought of a fun way to punish his students. "I dunno, seems bleak," smirking as he looked over his clipboard.
Izuku squinted his eyes as he looked through the flimsy wood and saw that Jirou's team had gotten almost full marks for their efforts, with only points taken away for the emotional beginning. "Right."
"Hey, no cheating," Aizawa pointed his pen at the alien.
"Sorry, sorry, I promise not to use my X-ray vision to see that Jirou's team scored the highest." Izuku yawned as the class looked shocked and confused.
"Wait a minute," Monoma exclaimed. "They didn't even rescue him." Pointing to Izuku. "How did they score the most points?" As all the other teams had managed to save all their targets.
"Yeah, what's the big idea?"
"Settle down and we'll explain." Kan shouted. "Given the amount of time, it was not possible for them to save him. Clearing all that rubble takes time, especially if there are multiple victims, that requires teams, dozens of people, not four."
"However, they were able to locate all of the 'injured' and then use their tools to mark key locations and prevent any more cave ins, while working to remove as much as they could." Aizawa pointed to the portions they were able to remove from the former building. "Which is exactly what they should do in a situation like what was presented to them." Pacing in front of the mass of teenagers the teacher continued. "In addition, had this been the real deal, they would have been able to call for backup, or backup would have come by to help, of their own volition."
"Shit," Kirishima swore as he realized what Aizawa just slapped them in the face with. "We could have been helping them." he groaned as after the teams finished they watched the last team work, it didn't occur to them to jump in and assist.
"Good of you to notice." Kan glared. "You all want to be heroes, even those of you not in the hero course, and if you were heroes, there would be nothing stopping you from helping. So, why didn't you?"
Most of the teams felt enough shame at their inaction to not look their teachers in the eye.
"But, you're inexperienced, so it's not unsurprising you didn't think of that." Aizawa threw them a bone. "HOWEVER," he suddenly barked out. "I would expect better of you in future lessons."
"Yes sir," the students shouted.
"Good, go get changed. Except Midoriya, hang back a moment," Aizawa said before the alien could leave.
"Midoriya," Jirou grabbed his sleeve before he took a step. "I want to talk to you after school, wait for me?" she requested.
"Sure Jirou," Midoriya nodded to the girl who hurried to go back up to the main building.
Aizawa nudged Kan who coughed into his hand. "Look, Midoriya, I want to apologize. First of all, as an instructor it's unprofessional of me to speak about a student that way. Secondly, you are a good kid and the frustration I was having didn't deserve to be turned on you. Thirdly-"
"I get it, it's fine, I was having a bad day anyway. I shouldn't have taken it that seriously and need to not let comments get to me like that." Izuku cut him off. "I need to go get changed and find out what Jirou wanted to talk to me about, will that be all senseis?"
"Yes, have a good day Midoriya," Aizawa dismissed his student to head back to the building.
After redressing into his school uniform and seeing that all that remained of his costume his mother made was the cape, he put getting a new costume out of his mind and focused on meeting up with Jirou to find out what she wanted.
"Hey Jirou," Izuku waved as he saw her by the front gate as he walked down the path.
Tucking a strand of her dark purple hair behind her ear, she looked up at the tall guy approaching her. "Hey," Jirou greeted.
"So what's up," smiling down at her, Izuku noticed a few things, for one she was faintly blushing and her heart rate was rising. 'Oh', he thought as he was pretty sure what this was.
The sun had begun setting on the horizon as Jirou bit her lip. "Midoriya I-" she paused, unsure if this was the right time.
"You want to go get dinner?" Izuku offered. "You know, like a date?" hoping this was the right move and he didn't look like a huge tool.
"Yeah," Jirou nodded quickly.
"Great," Izuku sighed happily as he quickly looked around to see who was there. "I know this awesome place," he said as he quickly picked her up and took off into the sky.