AN: Edited as of 04/09/21. I cut down the small bit between All Might and Recovery Girl.


The second day of her first year at UA was much smoother than the first. The morning was spent reviewing English grammar with Present Mic, a standard class even UA wasn't able to escape with its lack of tradition, as Aizawa would so fondly describe it. She would be lying if she didn't admit to how surprised she was by how well Present Mic spoke English; though, perhaps she shouldn't have been. He was the Voice Hero. Based on his pronunciation, she had a sneaking suspicion that he had mixed blood.

Modern Hero Art History was interesting, however. Their teacher, The R-Rated Heroine: Midnight, had spent a majority of the period reviewing the syllabus and discussing the importance of each aspect of their curriculum in vaguely sexual terminology. Miko had to pause frequently to process multiple innuendos and separate the actual information they conveyed. Basically, there were four main objectives in her class: understanding of core content and history of the discipline; broad familiarity with diverse subfields; opportunities to apply classroom learning in real-life settings; and deeper thinking and research in one specific area of study. She couldn't tell which objective she objected to the most.

Under these core objectives, they would be able to "demonstrate familiarity with a wide range of artistic objects" from both Eastern and non-Eastern traditions; "analyze the formal qualities of a work of art" and situate it in a variety of historical and social contexts; develop persuasive arguments about works of art based on historical and formal evidence. The last item on this list seemed easy enough. Miko had her work cut out for her with 'situating art in a variety of historical and social contexts', how could she do this without writing the exact same thing for every piece of art?

In addition to that, they'd be able to "assess the importance of scholarly interpretations" of art objects based on an understanding of both the specific histories of interpretation of that object and the broader methodological trends employed within the discipline; cultivate through exposure to a range of artistic objects and cultural tradition and develop a greater appreciation for, and tolerance of diversity in today's world of heroes. She doubted she'd ever have a greater appreciation for art in general. No disrespect to the heroine and her area of expertise, but really what did art history have anything to do with the society? Nowadays most people's interests lie in heroes and their merchandise, which she was confident couldn't count as art on the worst of days. By extension, the development of Quirks themselves is fairly new to society and she wasn't sure how any "traditions" could be developed with something that hasn't even been around for more than a century.

Admittedly, there was a lot more to the subject than she originally gave it credit for, but how complex could it really be? Even still, she wasn't particularly excited about having to apply a similar kind of analytical assessment of artistic works that she would for literature. For her, she'd be most likely to struggle with understanding and identifying trends within different disciplines. That and the endeavor was tedious for written works and having to apply it visually was the last thing Miko wanted to do. Regardless, she'd do well- she'd make sure of that.

She did her best to drag her mind through those lessens, a tingling weariness settling in the pit of her stomach for the work to come, and in the end, Miko was glad to be done with her morning classes. When they finally let out for lunch, she grabbed her water bottle and made a beeline towards the counter. The wafting smell of Lunch Rush's cooking only made her hungrier. She took a sip as she waited in line. Fingering the money in her hands, she thought of yesterday's events.

Her poor mood had subsided after a training session with her father, as they usually did. He worked her into the ground in their family dojo, working on her reaction time and stamina. Physically worn out, but no longer in mental anguish, she felt ready to start anew. Though her meeting with grandmother had left her feeling dumbfounded. Miko frowned lightly as she recalled the tea ceremony.

Dressed once again in her formal traditional attire, Miko sat across from her grandmother and demurely poured them tea from a beautiful pot only brought out for their specific use. Since her entrance exam, her grandmother had been requesting more meetings with her as of late. The smell of jasmine filled the room. Her grandmother, beautiful despite her age, gazed knowingly at her oldest granddaughter. "Do you know why I had you train in gymnastics?" She asked before sipping her tea.

The sudden and odd conversation starter caught Miko by surprise. "I wasn't aware you had a hand in that." She carefully kept her eyes lowered, even caught off guard, her hands never faltered over the smooth porcelain as she placed the pot down and took her own cup with practiced grace. These strange ramblings were usually some sort of test of her composure and if Miko openly reacted she'd be reprimanded.

Himiko scoffed, her fool of a grandchild never ceased to amaze with her stupidity. Wrinkles around her mouth pulled as she frowned at her idiotic grandchild. "Oh, please, Miko. I know you're smarter than that. Why do you think I had you join a dead sport that, in the end, would give you nothing?"

Red eyes watched with a serpentine focus, assessing her poor clueless grandchild. She was determined to please. "I was an unruly child who lacked direction." She spoke behind her cup, voice attempting to sound humorous.

Somewhat satisfied with her answer, Himiko allowed Miko a brief reprieve from her gaze, taking another sip of the soothing tea. "That you were, little snake. Though that wasn't the only reason. You loved the attention. You thrived in competition. In knowing you were better than others at something only you could accomplish. I had your father's family train you in that dead art in the hopes of teaching you failure." Her hard stare returned and pierced through her.

Miko choked and sputtered on her tea.

Himiko's head flew backward, a bark of laughter escaping her chest. Somehow, she still managed to maintain an aura of grace and power. "Ha! Oh, Miko. You have always been so easy to decipher. Stubborn, but eager to give up if you knew you wouldn't win. I hoped that stupid little sport would teach you humility, to continue to persevere despite your failings. It was a shame you were talented at it." Himiko sniffed and smiled ruefully at Miko, pleased with her talents, which were both a blessing and a curse in her eyes. She watched and waited as Miko delicately dabbed at her mouth with a cloth napkin, and cleaned up the spilled tea.

Her grandmother always had a talent for catching her off guard. She waited like a snake in the grass to strike when Miko least expected it, and Miko was slow to learn how to defend herself. The poor girl hung her head, a heavy sigh escaping her chest. Dealing with her grandmother was like playing a game of go, and she was much too cunning for a woman of her age. Just thinking about it wore her out. Back in reality, the lunch line moved forward and Miko ordered herself some chicken curry and naan, a little food would bring her mood back up.

The red dawn named Kirishima called out from where he was sitting with the girl who ranked first, Momo Yaoyorozu, and the pink skinned girl who secreted acid from her pores. "Hey, Tsukikawa! Come join us!" She almost walked away, but given the fact that she had nowhere else to sit, Miko walked over and sat next to Pinky. Besides, she kind of liked Kirishima. Their conversation from yesterday made him interesting and she was curious as to where their little rivalry could go.

Sitting down, she said a short prayer before eagerly diving into her food. The chicken curry was absolutely divine. As she ate, those around her discussed their classes. Ashido was the first to comment. "Man, these classes have been so boring! At least we were able to use our Quirks yesterday, even if we were lied to," she complained, face pouty.

Miko continued to chew on her curry as Kirishima flexed his arms, careful to mind her manners and not stuff her face. His voice was loud. "Yeah, no kidding! I can't wait until the real hero training begins!" Miko nodded politely while she ate, she had to agree with both of them. Momo who sat quietly beside Kirishima turned to her. "Tsukikawa, would you so happen to be related to Ichigo Shinoda?"

Thoroughly caught by surprise, Miko stopped chewing and swallowed. "Oh, um. Yes. He's my cousin." Momo smiled warmly at her. "I thought so! You two are definitely related. I only ask because he's a sidekick at my father's agency, and your Quirks seem pretty similar." Miko nodded agreeably, it was surprising how well this girl was able to catch the relation between them, no one who wasn't explicitly told of her heritage had put two and two together before, at least not so quickly.

"Shinoda? Where have I heard that name before?" Kirishima curiously chimed in, one brow piqued. He had some food stuck on the corner of his mouth.

Momo spoke for her. "The Shinoda's are very well known throughout the country and some parts abroad for their research hospitals and their family's own healing techniques. With their water quirks, Shinoda doctors are capable of reducing swelling, keeping major wounds from bleeding out, and in some cases, making diagnoses depending on the patient." She almost sounded like she was giving a lecture to a class of students.

Miko side eyed the girl. She explained her family's occupation like she read it off a textbook, and knew quite a bit more than she thought she would. Granted that wasn't all her family members were capable of. Realistically, they could do much more advanced techniques but not all of them were broadcasted so openly, despite the prestige it would grant them.

She knew that her cousins had learned from their grandmother, but given her age and the nature of her Quirk, they refrained from teaching her until she could stop dripping water all over the place and stop being overwhelmed by the presence of water, which was quite the difficult task given its abundance. Honestly, she probably could have benefited the most from learning with the way her Quirk had affected her body.

Momo, who noticed Miko's suspicious gaze, explained. "Your cousin speaks highly of your family." Miko was pleased to see she looked embarrassed by her outburst.

A voice, sounding so horrid it could make a person's ear bleed, broke into their conversation from behind Miko. "Oh, so you're a rich girl, huh? Well, sorry, princess. I heard your conversation with Shitty Hair yesterday, and you won't be buying your damn way into being the best. I'm going to be the number one hero and be even greater than All Might. No amount of your family's shitty money can buy that." The whole table turned to see who it was. The loud, brazen Bakugo from their class stood there in all his arrogant glory, scowling at her like he couldn't stand the sight of her. His tone was mocking. "What? Nothin' to say, princess?" Not wanting to associate herself with such an irritating thug, the silver haired Miko simply said 'no' with a bland look and waited for him to remove himself. "That's what I thought." He scoffed at her and stomped away with a sour look on his face.

What an irritating bother, Miko thought, as her eyes followed his figure as he paced away. He really was a caveman, one only useful for making a lot of noise. A beat of silence took over the table. Mina was the first to speak up. "Man, that guy sure is a piece of work." A few of them apologized for his behavior, and their lunch period went on as normal with few interjections from Miko, her appetite spoiled.

Once their lunch period was over without further incident, the group of students excitedly made their way back to their classroom, eagerly waiting for their next pro hero teacher to walk in. This period was especially exciting: Hero Basic Training. Miko tapped her pencil on her desk in anticipation and took a sip of her refilled water to help ease herself. Who could it be? Suddenly, the sliding of the door called the eyes of 20 students forward as All Might, the number one hero in the world, dressed to the nine in his silver age hero costume announced his arrival in his typical boisterous volume. "I am here! Coming through the door like a hero!"

He was definitely the hero everyone claimed him to be. The titan stood at the front, his whole presence demanding respect. He drew the eyes of each student in the room and made them all want to take him in.

Miko glanced away from his awe as he beamed, eyes downcast. It seemed the rumors were true, she frowned. All Might was teaching at UA High, as their Hero Basic Training instructor no less. Shouts of excitement sounded all throughout the room, only silencing when the god among men directed them to the front of the room, muscles flexing as panels began to appear from the wall with 20 metal briefcases displayed with their hero costumes guarded within. Now, this was something to be excited about, she grinned.

When she drew out her requests, Miko had ordered a long sleeved, two toned leotard, much like the competition leotards she would wear for gymnastics meets, only this one had a high collar and was much more durable. The sleeves and collar were a dark blue, which extended past her wrists and morphed into fingerless gloves; the midsection of the back panel of her leotard connected to her collar, the same shade of dark blue, covering the length of her back and entirety of her buttocks and came forward in smaller sections to cover her hips.

The bodice was such a soft pale shade of azure that it almost looked white. Underneath her breasts ran two thin gold plates on either side of her midsection, outlining the hard, thick muscles of her core, that ran down to her navel like snake fangs. Along her outer ribs were cutouts of an azure blue, breathable fiber meant to look like scales.

She wasn't particularly fond of wearing shoes, as her feet frequently dried out and she had to remove them to moisturize them, but she requested deep indigo military grade boots, with gold soles and embedded guards on her knees. The boots themselves extended past the length of her thighs and up towards her pelvis to keep her as modest as she possibly could. Though in her leotard much of her ass would be out for display anyway. The materials were requested to be breathable, and moisture wicking, if not completely waterproof in order to survive what would likely be very wet battles given her Quirk. The strangest request she had, was to give her a costume that wouldn't ride up her ass.

In addition to her costume, she had requested some equipment in the form of a scuba-like helmet with tubes that fed into a sleek hydration pack on her back to keep herself hydrated while in costume. When she held it up to her face, it almost resembled the head of a white snake. She didn't know if her designer was a psychic, but when she placed it atop her head, she didn't have to undo her ever-present buns to secure her helmet. The back of the protective gear had some space around the same spot her buns were that allowed them to poke through. Perhaps her designer took note of the buns she wore in her school ID photo and made adjustments with that in mind. It was surprisingly considerate.

They finished admiring themselves and all gathered outside, and once fully dressed in her hero costume, Miko felt powerful. The shame from yesterday and the lingering soreness in her body made her feel like she could be a pro today. Looking around, she saw some interesting and colorful designs from her classmates, some a little plainer than others in the form of a regular looking karate uniform and one strange diaper costume on a short boy with purple balls on his head. He gazed at her and she grimaced when his face turned pink under his mask.

Her attention was pulled away from the offending sight when All Might's booming voice sounded. "They say the clothes make the pros, ladies and gentlemen, and behold you are the proof! Shall we get started, you buncha newbies?" Even his blinding smile wasn't enough to damper the excitement in her heart.

To start off their first day of hero training, they would be participating in battle trials with a similar premise as most action movies. A hero team would be sent into a secret hideout to defeat a villain team by either capturing the villains or recovering their nuclear missile in under 15 minutes or less. Similarly, the villains could capture the heroes or defend the nuclear missile until the timer ran out. Their teams would be decided by drawing lots to emulate the way pros often work with other agencies they're not familiar with. After drawing her lot, Miko teamed up with a girl with dark purple hair and earphone jacks for ear lobes as team G.

Once their teams formed, All Might pulled two rubber balls like a game show host from two separate boxes, one from a box labeled 'villain' the other from a box labeled 'hero' and pulled out D and A, respectively. Under his instructions, those not yet going into battle would be waiting in a monitor room to watch. The excitement was tangible as they relocated, and as they moved, the purple haired girl moved to walk beside Miko.

"Hey, I'm Kyoka Jiro." She pulled on her ears as they walked, but she didn't look nervous. "Miko Tsukikawa," she introduced, her voice muffled by the helmet.

Jiro nodded and figured she'd ask about her Quirk since they'd have to work together soon anyway. "Your Quirk is water based, right? Mine are these earphone jacks. I can plug them into anything and listen to vibrations or use them to project my heartbeat." Her face looked almost bored as they walked together. The paint under her eyes looked pretty.

Miko nodded in affirmation. "Yeah that's right, I can manipulate the shape and state of water." She only explained the useful part of her Quirk, since explaining the more irrelevant parts, at least when concerning their battle training, would be more of a nuisance than it would help. Jiro nodded and they continued the rest of their short walk to the monitor room in silence.

The group of hero trainees and their instructor entered a large dark room save for the screens in front of them. In front of large green tinted monitors, All Might stood with his massive back to them, hands on his hips. He was already watching the match. "Pay attention kids. Think about what you would do." Jiro and Miko stared critically at the scene displayed on the monitors, expressions serious. They watched the hero team, Uraraka and Midoriya, search the building with their eyes glancing around in case of attack.

The two were right to be wary as Bakugo erupted from a hallway in a frontal attack, and charged the hero team with a blast from his right hand. Smoke covered the hallway and for a few moments, nothing could be seen from their point of view. Bakugo blew the smoke away with a swipe of his arm, and as quickly as he had appeared, Midoriya flipped him over on his back when the blonde rushed him, and he managed to escape.

Midoriya and Uraraka decided to split up, Uraraka presumably to search for the weapon and Midoriya to hold off Bakugo. Said blonde bomber continued to search for Midoriya while Uraraka and Iida were facing off on the fifth floor when she finally managed to find him. The thing that stood out to those watching, was that between the first two, the ensuing battle seemed too personal to be just a training session.

From what Miko could tell, Bakugo was a good fighter but he was taking the role of a villain much too seriously, and assaulted Midoriya relentlessly and without prejudice. The boy himself seemed to be capable enough to defend himself, but she could tell by his movements that he didn't have proper training. He looked pretty sloppy in comparison to Bakugo.

It was all getting seriously out of control, and Miko wasn't the only one to feel that way, her buns swayed as she looked between her classmates. Multiple students voiced their protests, the scene prompting All Might to urgently announce the consequences should Bakugo continue with his actions, but he didn't seem to hear or even care. They watched in horror as the boy held up his right arm and pulled on the pin off his gaudy grenade-like gauntlets, gasping as the released explosion was much greater than the previous ones he'd set off, tearing apart the floor and blowing a huge hole into the wall behind Midoriya. Miko grit her teeth, brows furrowed. Had he failed to dodge, he would've been blown to pieces.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the brute seemed to have complete control of the situation, no matter how vicious he was behaving. That ridiculous display of power looked like he was trying to prove a point. He'd been demonstrating great hand-to-hand combat, creative use of his equipment to ensure long range use of his Quirk and had even calculated his movements midair as well as demonstrating precise control of his Quirk all throughout the heat of battle. Miko was annoyed at how gifted the bastard was, and felt pity for Midoriya who just couldn't keep up.

Regardless, the fight had gone way too far. Students, including Miko, spoke up about stopping the fight, but for some reason, All Might paid them no attention. She frowned at the back of his head, for the number one hero in the world he was pretty irresponsible. Sixteen worried faces stared as Bakugo and Midoriya powered up with massive hits, wincing as they watched from their positions behind the monitors, only for Midoriya to change direction at the last minute and send a Quirk enhanced punch towards the ceiling, the audience's mouths agape. The surprising move caught them all off guard. It was ballsy, she had to praise the boy for his tenacity, but still utterly, foolishly, reckless.

Uraraka, having already failed once at retrieving the weapon, clung to a pillar near the window on the fifth floor as the floor tore open and the path of destruction continued to rip through the building until it escaped through the roof and into the atmosphere. She took advantage of the surrounding debris and used her Quirk to float the broken pillar she held onto as a bat and swung at Iida, jumping across the hole to land onto the weapon while he was distracted in an impressive display of teamwork and quick thinking.

Time had finally run out and it was the heroes' win, the only one who had taken considerable damage being Midoriya. He took multiple blasts from Bakugo, but the worst of his injuries stemmed from the use of his own Quirk, the arm he used to aim that last punch now completely broken and useless. Miko watched in awe as he fainted in front of Bakugo, shocked at his stupid determination to win at a class exercise at the expense of his body. How did he expect to continue training if he broke his arm the first day?

Every student in the room stood open-mouthed yet again. At least the whole thing was interesting. Midoriya put on a good show despite his stupidity. "The heroes win!" All Might said with an enthusiasm no one else shared. Another blonde with a brown lightning shaped streak in his hair spoke, bewildered. "What a weird way for this to end. The losers are practically untouched, and the winners are both on the ground." Miko shook her head, she couldn't count that as a win. It was a reckless display of stubbornness.

Another boy in a long cloak with a head the shape of a bird replied solemnly. "They may have lost the battle but they won the war." Miko scowled. That was a terrible analogy. They weren't at war, they were at school during a training exercise. Were they both trying to prove a point? Losing the battle and winning the war at what cost? Especially with Midoriya in mind. Miko understood perfectly well the benefits of not holding back during training, the rewards to be reaped, and especially the permanent effects of a good session was something she regularly practiced as an athlete training under her father and his family. Practice makes permanent.

That boy looked to be breaking the same part of himself every single time he used his Quirk. It was only a matter of time before he broke himself to the point of permanent damage. If that was how he practiced, all out to the point of destroying himself, he was severely unsuited to be a student here. She could tell from the whispers of her classmates that some commended his commitment, the echoing of their school motto "plus ultra" still lingering in their minds, but she knew better. If he didn't know when to stop and refocus, keep himself from ruining his one source of strength, someone like him was useless as a hero. No one needed rescuing from a fool.

She looked back to the screen, Midoriya was being transported to Recovery Girl's office, Iida comforted Uraraka while she spewed her guts out, and Bakugo stood unmoving in the same spot where the battle ended. She felt angry for the pair. Both of their partner's showboating didn't give them much of a chance to practice. She would've liked to have seen what each of them are capable of.

Her eyes moved to a different monitor. It wasn't very noticeable, but Bakugo's whole body seemed to tremble and only got worse as he stood there until All Might stepped in to bring him back to Earth. It seemed he worked himself up over his personal grudge against Midoriya.

They were all gathered again in the observation room, the heroes and villains lined up along one wall, excitement having died down once they were all in the room, air tense as they waited to hear what All Might would say. To Miko's unhappy surprise, the review of the first battle went much better than expected. The girl with textbook knowledge of Miko's family and their business from earlier analyzed the battle with a hawk-like eye, only really overlooking All Might's small critique that Iida took it a little too seriously, though Miko didn't think that this was a truly valid complaint. She wished that he would have made a bigger deal about the whole thing.

All Might was the only one whose spirit seemed unaffected by the events, most likely due to his year's worth of combat experience. "Now then. Time to blow this joint! Time to move on to the next match! Think about everything we saw and discussed as you tackle this training for yourself."

His ability to just move forward with the class was both admirable and annoying. Miko was still fuming over the events. With everything from the first match said and done, they moved forward with their training, and Miko watched while she stood next to Jiro, silently analyzing her classmates' abilities in comparison to her own. The only other student who she felt would completely outclass her was an expressionless boy with two toned hair.

He was handsome in that aristocratic pretty boy kind of way, save for the hideous scar covering the entirety of his left eye and the surrounding area of his temple. It was well hidden beneath his red hair. He carried himself with an impatient arrogance that told them he knew he was out of their league. This was proven when, in his match, he didn't even give his dupli-armed partner Shoji a chance to show off before he took one step inside and froze the entire building with a single touch of his hand.

Miko, whose own Quirk allowed her control over ice, felt cheated as she watched the ice spread, knowing her Quirk couldn't even compare to the massive scale this boy was able to harness his Quirk. Narrowed turquoise eyes never left his figure as he made his way to the weapon at a leisurely pace. Irritated, she kept watching as he placed his left hand on the weapon, and the building heated to the point where the ice melted completely. Miko felt doubly cheated and scowled. Of course he would have two Quirks.

When it was finally their turn, Miko and Jiro were set to be heroes against Kaminari, the blonde with a brown lightening stipe in his fringe, and Ojiro, a boy with a massive tail dressed in a martial arts uniform. The two girls eyed each other, an unspoken pact between the two to win this exercise hovered between them. They studied a map of the building given to them by All Might and decided Jiro would scout the place out before they made any moves. She crouched on the floor near the entrance and plugged her jack into an adjacent wall, listening for any movement.

According to her, one was guarding the bomb on the third floor, and the other was on the move. Deciding they should stick together, Miko followed Jiro's signal up to the third floor and they both managed to successfully reach the door without running into the villain on the move. They both knew their chances of winning were much higher with only one villain guarding the weapon.

Jiro's jacks weren't able to tell them who was inside, so the best option was to let Jiro rush in first with a sonic blast to disarm the guard and give Miko an opening to capture the weapon while they were down. She did warn that she couldn't hear where the second villain was, as they were no longer moving, so the team had to act fast. Preparing themselves, the two girls gave each other a tense nod and after a silent countdown, rushed in side by side.

However, their plan was ruined when right before Jiro was able to let out a blast, Ojiro snuck up from behind and knocked the purple haired girl down with a hard downward hit to the head with his massive tail. Disoriented and unable to get up, Jiro stayed on the ground, leaving Miko alone with the two villains.

The boy had his capture tape out, and deciding it best not to engage with the threat of capture high after her partner had been hit, Miko was their last chance to win as Ojiro wrapped the tape around Jiro. Out. With Jiro unable to help, Miko had no choice but to face the two on her own. Her slow reaction to the boy's attack put their mission at risk. Trying to keep them at bay, Miko summoned two large whips of water from her pack and did her best to simultaneously avoid attacks from Ojiro and getting too close to Kaminari, the biggest threat being the latter.

From what she saw yesterday, she knew the cool looking blonde had a lightning Quirk, the literal worst matchup she could get in this battle. She could most likely hold her own against Ojiro, but couldn't engage Kaminari without being electrocuted, and in her case, would be more devastating than it would be for most. She was at a severe disadvantage.

Said villain seemed to agree. He smirked at her playfully. "It looks like you're outta luck. You don't stand a chance two-on-one. Why don't you surrender and when this is all over we can grab a bite. I'll comfort you if you'll have me." Miko let out a disbelieving scoff from behind her helmet. One of her hair ties was coming loose. "Don't write me off so easily. I haven't lost yet."

With that, she used her whips to attack Ojiro, but he easily parried with his tail. As long as she was engaged with him, Kaminari wouldn't have a chance to shock her without risking his partner as well, as it didn't seem he could control the direction of the lightning he emitted. With that thought in mind, she doused Ojiro completely in water, hoping to deter his partner. He looked at a loss at her abrupt change in tactics but kept his fists up. Her face was panicked behind her helmet and her voice wavered slightly with worry. "You can't attack me without hurting your teammate. That's why you guys separated, right? So you wouldn't get caught up in his Quirk." She jutted her chin from Ojiro to Kaminari.

Kaminari looked conflicted, she continued to try to talk her way out of it. "Looks to me like we're at a stalemate. Lightening spreads over water. Why don't you surrender and I can comfort you for your loss?" Miko's tone was mocking as she threw his words earlier back at him. She could stall for time, but then she'd lose this battle. She had to push Ojiro towards the weapon so she'd have a chance to capture it, and hope Kaminari kept his distance to avoid hurting his partner should he let out a strike of lightning. A single touch would mean victory. No longer quite as disoriented as before, Jiro watched bitterly from her place near the door. She hadn't been prepared for that surprise attack and now her partner was left to fend for herself two-on-one.

Both Ojiro and Kaminari seemed to debate with themselves. On the one hand, all they had to do was keep her away from the weapon until time runs out, they'd already captured Jiro, but they had no idea how long that would be. She'd hesitate to get close to the weapon as long as Kaminari guarded it, but he couldn't attack her without also risking the safety of his partner, and she kept driving him towards the weapon and Kaminari. However, with Ojiro completely drenched this put Miko at a slight advantage. As long as she stayed near him, Kaminari would hesitate to zap her. Kaminari's lightning lacked direction and with water being a great conductor it would hit both her and Ojiro, and it was obvious she wasn't about to give up.

Nodding at each other, the two decided on their plan. Ojiro had to try to get some distance between himself and Miko while simultaneously driving her towards Kaminari. Without a word, Ojiro rushed at Miko with a hefty swipe of his tail, forcing her on the defensive. She did her best to push back with her whips, trying to keep a distance from both him and Kaminari until she got close enough to reach for the weapon, should Kaminari decide to sacrifice his partner to get to her.

Trading blows, Miko took notice of Kaminari's willingness to continue defending weapon, and decided enough was enough. Taking a cue from Todoroki's earlier battle she used the water that was beginning to gather around Ojiro's feet, with a little extra from the air, and froze him in place. Now with him out of the way, she gathered as much moisture from the air as she could and generated a wave to push Kaminari away from her in a last ditch effort to make a run for the weapon, hoping to disorient him long enough so she could make a break for it, but she waited too long before sprinting to make sure he couldn't engage her. Her outstretched hand was a foot away before she felt a tingling sensation from her foot all the way up to the tips of her fingers before her muscles seized and she smelled burnt flesh.

Across the room, Kaminari, now completely soaked, watched Tsukikawa make a break for the weapon. Glancing quickly at Ojiro the boy gave him a nod of his head and that was all he needed to release a charge low enough to just stun her. The lightning jumped and sparked across the water's surface until it reached Tsukikawa, and she let out a pained shriek before collapsing on the ground. Behind him, he could hear Jiro yell out her name, not fast enough to warn her before the lightning could strike her.

From his position on the ground, the blonde battery smelled charred flesh and panicked, hoping he didn't accidentally kill her. She didn't move for a second before they heard All Might's voice call out. "The villains win!" Kaminari looked as guilty as he felt as the poor girl looked to be in a massive amount of pain as she laid spasming on the floor. Mercifully, she fainted.

Her head thumped against the floor, tendrils of hair that came loose in the static surrounding her head as she lost consciousness and Kaminari frantically got up to check on the girl. As he neared her, the smell of charred flesh kept getting stronger. Thankfully, she was still breathing, he could see the gentle rise and fall of her back. He frowned, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. The charge he emitted shouldn't have been strong enough to burn her the way it did. The small shock Ojiro felt stunned him a bit, but it wasn't enough to do major damage. Jiro luckily was far away enough that she wasn't hit.

A large hand fell on his shoulder and gripped lightly. Kaminari shifted his eyes to look into All Might's own shadowed irises. "You did well, Kaminari. Why don't you help me get Tsukikawa onto a stretcher so she can be seen by Recovery Girl?" Numbly, Kaminari moved over to get the girl onto a stretcher, but the bots and All Might didn't really need his aid. He watched meekly as the bots talked to each other and took her away.

"You couldn't have toned it down just a little?" Jiro, Tsukikawa's partner, hissed at him. The capture tape laid uselessly on the floor next to her feet. "I used a low voltage! I had no idea it'd affect her that way!"

His partner came to his rescue. "He's right, I got hit too and it felt like a small sting. I don't know why it hit her so much harder." Jiro scoffed at the pair before stomping away. As much as she'd like to check on her partner, they all had to go back to the observation room to endure their critiques.

In her office, Recovery Girl watched another student come in passed out. "Oh dear, why don't you put her on that empty bed over there?" Just what was All Might doing to these poor kids? Overzealous as always. She had just finished dressing Midoriya's wounds and Recovery Girl decided it would be best to give him some time to rest a bit before using her Quirk on him. She walked over to the young high school student to check her injuries. "Hmm, the poor girl's probably not used to getting electrocuted. That was a poor matchup for you wasn't it?"

Miko's voice floated into the air tiredly from her new resting place. "You can say that again." The old school nurse smiled a bit. "Oh good, you're awake!" She walked over to grab a file on her desk. "Based on your Quirk registration form, your whole body's made out of water huh? Getting electrocuted is bad by normal standards, but in your case, it's especially worse. No matter, we'll fix you up after you get a little more rest."

Like her green haired counterpart, the old woman put the girl on a drip. Hopefully, with some more fluids, she'd be able to get out of here faster. The girl groaned lowly before turning on her side, back facing Midoriya. Recovery Girl peered at the two for a few beats, and once assured they were both fast asleep, she continued on with her paperwork for the day.

It was only a matter of time before their supervising hero training instructor came to check on his protégé and by extension his other student. Comparatively, the girl was probably an afterthought with his successor in mind. Recovery Girl waited patiently while working diligently for the one responsible to enter her domain.

As if summoned, she heard a knock on her door and the devil himself walked in. She had her spiel ready for him and didn't even wait for the door to close before she started to berate him. "The second day of school and he's already a regular patient." Turning in her swivel chair, she laid a heavy glare on his emaciated form. "Why didn't you stop him All Might?" He had the least bit of decency to look regretful. "You're right Recovery Girl. I'm sorry."

"Well, it's no good apologizing to me! He's too exhausted for his classes for my Quirk." She fumed. Looking over the boy, he was a complete mess. A broken arm, dehydration, and he still hadn't woken up yet. If she were honest with herself, she was surprised it was only two children under his care she had to tend to. The man thought himself indestructible, he stubbornly carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and refused to pass the torch as the godforsaken Symbol of Peace to anyone he hadn't handpicked himself; and even then, he still couldn't step down.

She had to collect herself, projecting the professional that she was. "I can't treat his injuries all at once. I did some first aid, but after the IV is finished, we'll have to wait for his body to heal overnight." As she listed out his treatment, she irritated herself all over again. She hadn't even mentioned the extent to which Tsukikawa had been injured, and the oaf hadn't even asked about her yet. She gave him an exasperated look. "C'mon, All Might. I know you passed your powers onto this boy, but you can't spoil him. You haven't even mentioned Tsukikawa!"

"I am trying not to play favorites…I wanted to consider his feelings though. He needed to see that he was capable of winning the exercise. Oh, yeah. Also. Will you please not talk so loudly 'bout One for All when anyone around you could hear?" He whispered urgently.

The old woman stuck her nose up in the air, not the least bit sorry. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Mr. Natural-born hero. Mr. Symbol of Peace," she placated mockingly.

Eventually All Might had to return to his duties and left Recovery Girl alone to care for the two students. At the end of the day, Tsukikawa was the first to wake, the IV did its job and she looked and felt much better. A small kiss from Recovery Girl and all she had to do now was fix her hair, moisturize her skin, and she'd be free to go. Thanking the old woman, she pulled the curtain forward. She made quick work of the moisturizer Recovery Girl loaned her, as low grade as it was it did the job fine. She pulled on her boots when she heard the nurse's voice carry through the makeshift wall.

"Rise and shine sonny." Midoriya was awake then. Her face pulled itself into a grimace from her place behind the curtain, recalling the events from yesterday and his battle trial. "I'll be back in a minute. I need to have a quick word with your teacher." The old woman smiled at the boy and took off to the faculty room.

With Recovery Girl gone, a fully dressed Miko aggressively pulled at the curtain separating them, startling her companion. Her question was a little more civil. "Pass me some of that water would you?" The injured boy jolted as the girl next to him stared pointedly at the water bottle next to him. "Uh- Yeah! Sure!" Frantically, Midoriya reached for the bottle with his left arm and passed it over to the silver haired girl, briefly wondering how she even knew it was there.

She nodded her thanks and didn't look up from the bottle in her hand. "You know…" she stated quietly, she looked innocently at the bottle, eyes lowered and chin in the air. She tilted her head to gaze into him, face merciless. "You should have been expelled. You have zero control over your quirk and it's going to kill you at the rate you're going."

The green haired boy gasped aloud, hurt, and not expecting the harsh words. First Kacchan, Mr. Aizawa, and now this silver haired girl. Tsukikawa? He looked down at his broken arm, feeling ashamed. He clenched his other hand. "I know I can't control it, and every time I use it I break a part of my body…but that's why I'm training so hard."

The girl didn't seem convinced, if anything she seemed more annoyed at his explanation. "Why though? Is it really worth sacrificing your body? I saw you yesterday and today during class. Don't you have people who'll worry about you? Each time you hurt yourself, you're hurting them too." She pulled herself off her bed to stand at the foot of his.

He was momentarily taken aback by how small she actually was. Her mouth definitely made her sound a lot taller. As she stood in front of him, arms crossed, expression stern, shoulders back and chin in the air, she looked down on him in a way that commanded his attention and respect. "Take it from someone who knows what it's like having a Quirk that isn't suited towards your body. It can only take so much before it begins to shut down." The heavy weight of her words suffocated him and he didn't really have an answer for her after gazing into her unwavering eyes.

Recovery Girl abruptly returned. "That's all for today's treatment. Come back tomorrow, okay?" Her presence cut the tension that arose between the two students. Almost as quickly as the room's atmosphere changed, so did Tsukikawa. Turning to face the nurse, she smiled prettily before bowing and walking out, back straight and never once looking back at Midoriya.

On her way back to homeroom, she strut proudly, footsteps loud and echoing in the empty halls, chin in the air. Her noble stride carried her all the way back to her seat in 1-A. Classes were over and some of the students gathered about their desks to discuss the events of the past couple of days. Miko vaguely listened from her spot, but given where her seat was, she stood directly next to the group of students who she was not-so-subtly trying to ignore. She was putting the last of her items into her book bag when Ashido called out to her.

"Hey, Tsukikawa, why don't you join us?" Her strange colored eyes were slightly obscured by the bright, welcoming grin she had on her face, eager to invite Miko's less enthusiastic self to the group.

Without thinking about it, Miko was quick to shoot her down. "Sorry, no. I've got things to do." She heard they were planning some kind of outing together, but truthfully wasn't listening nor did she care. The effects of Recovery Girl's Quirk left her exhausted, as much as she was trying not to let it show, and she needed to get home and sleep more. She swiftly checked her area to make sure she had all her belongings.

"Aw, c'mon! This is a chance for our class to get to know each other!" Kirishima. "Besides, you probably need the time to relax with friends!" Kaminari. She didn't want to hear another word out of his mouth. Miko paused, each argument irked her, like pesky flies that kept buzzing in her ear. They really don't know when to mind their own business. She let out a quick huff and kept her eyes low, and before she could stop herself, addressed her classmates. "I don't care about relaxing." The frustration she was feeling inevitably leaked into her voice. "I can't waste my time here if I want to be the best."

Her face was hard as steel as she glared at her classmates, as if angry for even suggesting what they did. "Isn't that why we're here? Because we want to be pro heroes?" She roughly grabbed her book bag and tore her water bottle off her desk before she turned her back on her classmates and walked out the classroom door. "At least that's why I am."

What she didn't know before storming out with her chin in the air was that their class was planning on reviewing the results from hero basic training. Kirishima, Uraraka, and the rest of the group watched silently as Tsukikawa briskly exited the door, almost the exact same way Bakugo did earlier. Sero was the first to speak up. "Man, that was pretty harsh. She and that Bakugo guy have a lot in common." He winced. Ashido, Yaoyorozu, and Kirishima nodded sadly. Iida spoke up to ease the tension surrounding the scolded students.

"Yes, well, regardless. We must respect Tsukikawa's wishes and accept her decision. Though she does have a point about our enrollment here…Regardless, had she stayed a little longer to hear us out, she would have known we plan on discussing our trials from earlier today." He trailed off, debating Tsukikawa's words. Though she was right that they were at UA High, one of the most prestigious high schools for heroics, surely there lay value in camaraderie, especially if one were to consider that heroes often work with other heroes on the field. Shaking off her brusk tone, Iida gathered the students around him to begin their review.

The silver haired girl was once again walking by her lonesome in a huff. The sun was setting low as she walked out of the building, creating a beautiful orange glaze to wash over her. At least the gods took some pity on her and blessed her with a nice sky to walk home to. Calming down slightly, she enjoyed the solace until she heard and felt someone run past her in a rush.

Midoriya, whom she abandoned earlier with Recovery Girl, was still dressed in his ruined hero costume as she chased down a boy with ash blonde hair. Rolling her eyes, she refused to acknowledge them as she walked past them, keeping her chest out and shoulders back, eyes set forward. Whatever childish rivalry they had going on didn't concern her. When she could no longer hear Midoriya's voice, she relaxed slightly, feeling rueful.

Idiots.