I haven't done a disclaimer have I?...Nope!Well here it is now - Only going to say this once: I do not own My Hero Academia, that right goes to Kohei Horikoshi. I only own this story.
Also... 200 favorites and 300 follows already?!
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Okay, I'm back, and I just want to say- THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Your feedback is all really appreciated.
Thunderstike16 - It's funny, when I write Izuku's interactions, I imagine him as having an British accent too. And considering that the Yaoyorozu's have foreign staff, Francis could pass off as English. So you wouldn't actually be that far off.
BarryManiHigh - Hm... not sure if I could make that work without there being awkwardness between any of the classmates, but good suggestion.
The Samurai Prince - Thanks! I'm not the best at fluff if I'm being honest. Good to see I'm heading in the right direction.
Valkrus - Author-san? Here you are making me feel like such an official writer with that. And thank you for the corrections. I've made sure to fix certain mistakes I've made revolving the 'Sensei Aizawa's and the (chuckle) stuff. The first two chapters were kind of made on the fly, so I didn't expect them to be on point. As for the mansion, I'll keep it the way it is since I don't want to rewrite the whole description again (that and I accidentally deleted some chapters in my archives and I don't know how to get them back). Though the guards were definitely something I should have thought of, and I will apply it. Thanks!
Oh, and why didn't Nezu know what Izuku looked like? Plot convenience on my part. Didn't know how to really write Chapter 3 without that small 'Surprise! Your genius applicant by morning is a sassy butler by lunch and dinner!' part.
Chapter 4
Izuku stood in his room, his uniform for the day placed on top of his bed. This was it, this was really it. His dream of being something more has finally been put into motion.
It wasn't that he didn't love his role as a butler, he did. It would always be his primary and preferred profession. But... he wanted to explore a bit, play around with career choices. He didn't have the most normal childhood, so a lot of this was new for him. And even if it didn't work out, he sure wouldn't fail without having giving it his all.
Years of studying mechanics and technology, not to mention the ingraining of his brain with Quirk Biology, were all going to be laid out on the table as his skills would be put to the test. There was more to the Support Course than just inventing for the other courses, there were internships as well. Trips where he would travel to high-research facilities and get to experience the world's best technology at work. The thought already made his body salivate with adrenaline.
So with a cheerful huff, Izuku grabbed his uniform and began to put in on. A long-sleeved button-up white shirt, a red tie (which he still couldn't tie, the damn thing), green-blue dress pants, and a grey jacket with blue-green stripes on the cuffs and lapels. Putting on some brown Plain Toe Bluchers as a finishing touch, Izuku began to pack his school supplies into his brown leather backpack.
Knock knock!
"Izuku! Yah've gawt foive minutes laeft, mate. The Mahsta wahnts yah eow' and expectin' Milady boy thaen."
"Thank you, Oliver. I'll be right out," Izuku responded. "Oh! My thermos!"
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Momo smoothed out her blue-green skirt, today was the day. Her first day in the Hero Course. She had jitters, understandably, but she was ready.
'Let's see, I have my notebooks, writing utensils, math, english, literature, science, arts, and hero law textbooks. What else, oh! My thermos!'
She dashed from her room, weaving around an occasional servant as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Reginald! Is my thermos ready?" she called.
"But of cahrse meess!" exclaimed the overweight Frenchman. "Heere you go, Regeenahld's extra-special mahrneeng shake. Meelk, bahnana, strahwberry, blueberry, high-faht yogurt, ahnd sahme chia seeds fahr a leettle extra faht. A délicieuse way to stahrt your mahrneeng, eh?"
Momo smiled politely, "Of course Reginald, your shakes are always a treat."
Izuku stumbled into the kitchen, hastily re-tying his tie. "Reginald?"
"I knouw I knouw," the man smirked, "Hahd fun wahsheeng ze deeshes boy?"
Izuku rolled his eyes, "Very much, yes. The Mistress herself commended me on the initiative I took in the view of your absence. So much so that I have been offered the position of Head Chef," The young one smirked as Reginald paled. "Oh, did I not mention the arrival of our Mistress last night? Must have slipped my mind. Anyways, Head Chef sounds very intriguing, definitely a possibility, especially with my talents in cooking, won't you agree, Milady?"
Momo giggled, "I don't know Izuku, Reginald's shakes are very unique, made from the finest ingredients from France. It would take a fine shake to sway me."
"So it seems, though I can't say that I won't give the Frenchman a run for his money. Plus Ultra and all, right? By the way Milady, have you spoken with the Mistress? Based on your less than bubbly reaction, I assume you've already been told of her arrival yesterday?
Momo nodded excitedly, "Oh yes, yesterday mother came to wish me goodnight, but it turns out that I had not fallen asleep completely. So I woke up and we spent quite the while chatting."
Izuku let out a hum of acknowledgement as he frustratingly tried to work the cloth around his neck, "Blasted tie. If I would have been able to find the man who invented such a ludicrous piece of fabric, I'd strangle him."
The young lady rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Izuku, even after years of living under the same roof and having to accompany her in so many formal events, he still couldn't tie a tie. "Oh you poor boy, fufufu. Here Izuku, I'll tie it for you," she teased.
With a slightly embarrassed huff, the young butler stepped up and let the tie be tied by his lady. "You make an X with your dominant hand, which in your case, is left. Then, you bring the larger, thicker side across and under the thinner, you bring it back on top, and under and over… into the gap, and pull... there, all set Izuku."
"Thank you, Milady," Izuku straightened himself, "now let's get you ready for the drive. Do you have your necessary materials?"
Momo nodded eagerly, and grabbing her shake from a still-pale Reginald, she happily rushed to the doorway, sipping on the smoothie. Izuku did the same, but only after putting on his backpack and grabbing Momo's own. He couldn't help but notice how proper both of them looked in their uniforms, it filled him with delight.
"Oh, and Reginald," the man turned stiffly towards him, "the part where I was offered your job, that was a bluff. However, the Mistress did say that you are in danger of losing your position as Chef. I would recommend that you tame your drinking habits. I can still smell the alcohol in your breath, and you very well know the Master wants such beverages away from his daughter. So consider this an initiative from me, I am still her caretaker, so my word is valid."
The man let out a noise of appreciation before hastily going to the bathroom, most likely to brush his teeth or something of the sort. Izuku sighed, and walked to the door. "Let us go Milady."
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"...Carlos Eena."
"Present!"
Lisan Feutedon."
"Present!"
"Saiko Gamatenga."
"Present!"
"Mei Hatsume."
"..."
"Mei Hatsume?"
"..."
"Mei Hatsume!"
Izuku nudged the tan-skinned, pink-haired girl beside him who was currently tinkering with yet another device (was that all she did in her spare time?). It looked like a clock of sorts, whatever it might be. Her attention rose up to her name being called.
"Mei! Hatsume!"
"Ready to make some babies, Power Loader sir!" she shouted back.
"..."
"..."
"..."
There was silence in the classroom for approximately… oh 25 seconds now. 26, 27, 28, 29…
Power Loader coughed into his hand. "Hatsume, when I call roll, I expect to be answered the first time. And please put the device away, the workshop won't be open until tomorrow. So no inventing yet."
Hatsume let out a dissapointed sigh, but complied with the teacher's order.
Power Loader addressed the class with his next statement, "And I expect all of you to be paying attention to your other core classes as well. I won't have my students failing Literature and Art, they are just as important as Math and Biology. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," answered the class in unison.
The man nodded and continued to call roll.
"Mi Junso."
"Present!"
"Eiko Katenaka."
"Present!"
"Jarvis Little."
"Present!"
"Izuku."
"Present!"
The man closed his packet, "Okay then. That's all 20 of you," he walked off to his desk and pulled out a stack of papers. "As you all know from the entrance exam, I am Power Loader. However, you all will call me Majima Sensei or Sir," He split the stack into even groups and placed them on the first desks of each row. He motioned the students to pass them back once they got their own. "These are your syllabuses, they have the information over what the majority of our class will involve. Of course, I will discuss what those things are today in further detail than what is on the page," He looked at his watch, "But first, we all need to get to the school auditorium. The Principal will be giving his Ceremonial Speech, and you could learn a thing or two from what he's planning to say."
He snapped his excavator-like fingers, "Alright, single file lines. I'll lead the way."
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Principal Nezu -Izuku decided- loved to ramble as much as Izuku used to mutter. 50 minutes of talking and there was no definite sign of the Principal slowing down. Not to mention that some of the teachers were visibly irked at the obviously drawn-out speech, he swore he could see Hound Dog shaking and gritting his canines. Hopefully the man's Quirk ended in physical appearances and didn't include animalistic behavior, especially predatory.
The possible headline was nightmarish to think about.
Izuku shook himself away from the ridiculous thought, it seemed another staff member managed to calm the man/dog down. Ooh, was that Vlad King?
Boom!
The entire auditorium went quiet as the sound of a deafening explosion echoed from the outside, the faint figure of a ball streaking away into the sky visible from a high window. Principal Nezu huffed in annoyance, obviously displeased at the interruption before continuing as if nothing had transpired. Vlad King himself scowled before hastily ushering his class away from the auditorium, annoying the Principal further.
Izuku looked around the auditorium. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Momo since their parting in the morning, nor Aizawa Sensei. If he inferred correctly based on what he knew about the man from their earlier visit, he didn't like to waste time. He must have known what Nezu was planning, and decided to just save himself a headache and skip the speech.
A good decision, one that Izuku envied.
He sighed and looked at his watch, it was bordering on an hour already. 'For goodness sake, enough with the babbling Principal. This isn't inauguration day.'
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A further 30 minutes later...
"-and so, my dear students. I wish all of you the very best of luck on your 3 year journey at this magnificent school. Please make sure to fill in any special information revolving on your needs regarding health or Quirk-related issues. Clubs and extra-credit programs are all listed on the syllabus your teachers have given you, and I expect my students to be actively participating in our extracurricular activities. Thank you for your time, and remember to always do your best, Go Beyond!"
"Plus Ultra!" the student body exclaimed enthusiastically (though not for the reason the Principal thought).
With that, the Principal scurried off and the students began to empty the auditorium.
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There was mild excited chatter in the support class of 1H as the day drew to a close. It definitely wasn't the most active of days, as no inventing had yet to commence, but the anticipation was still there. Not to mention the high-energy from having so many pro heroes casually walking around campus.
"Alright students, good to see you're still active after that speech. As Principal Nezu said, we have many extracurricular activities on campus. They range from simple clubs like gardening, culinary, and debates to extra-credit courses revolving support course extra after-hours, medic practices, and office aid. Of course, maintaining your grades and keeping your records in tip-top shape are needed for you to freely participate in these programs. So if I feel that you're not keeping up with your studies, then I'll simply prohibit you from participating."
Power Loader took a deep breath. "Now, given as this is the first day and all. Since the Hero Course students will begin to train starting tomorrow, I am going to give you something really special."
The shirtless man took out a stack of files from a large case, and waved them in the air. "These are your assigned Hero Costumes!"
The student body whooped and cheered at the revelation.
"Really?! We get to design them already?"
"Yo, this is awesome!"
"Babies!"
"I wonder who I got? What's their Quirk? Damn bro, this is what I'm talking about!"
Power Loader let the students celebrate a little while longer before clapping his hands. "Quiet everyone! I'm glad to see you excited about this, though if you weren't, then something must be wrong with you." He got a few chuckles from the class with that jab. "Hero Course students will need your finished product by the end of next week, yes, next week. You have two full weeks to submit your finished costumes, and by the end of the first week, all of you must have your blueprints turned in to me. They can only use gym uniforms for so long until they start to grovel for their costumes Alright, anyone got something to say?"
Izuku raised his hand, "Ah, Izuku. Got any questions?"
"Yes, one. Are we allowed to converse with the student we are assigned with as to better prepare our designs and support items?"
The helmeted man tapped his head with an excavator-like finger, "Good question kid. And yes, I left that part out on purpose to see if any of you would take the initiative and do it yourselves, but I guess that question has been answered. Remember, two weeks. I need your finished blueprints by the end of this one, understood?"
"Yes Majima Sensei!" responded the class.
Power Loader began to hand out the files, calling every student to the front to receive their assigned hero. Hopefully, Izuku would receive Momo's request. She needed exposed skin to work, and he didn't want any old rascal to go around designing a peverse costume for his lady.
"Izuku, come on up."
The green-haired boy walked up to the desk, and after receiving his file, walked back and sat down. But not before being addressed by Power Loader.
"Izuku, starting tomorrow I'm going to need you to bring more appropriate footwear. I don't think you'll want those shoes to get ruined by oil and grease."
"Ah, yes. I brought them as it was the first day, and after all, first impressions are important. But thank you for your advice. Perhaps some boots would suffice?"
"As long as they're suited for tomorrow's environment, then sure."
The young inventor-hopeful opened his file, "Majima Sensei... two students?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, our top testers get a little more work issued to them, Hatsume got two as well. She beat you in the written exam, right? Think you can handle it, kid?"
Izuku smiled sweetly, "Are you underestimating me, Sensei?~"
The man smirked back, "Not at all, just want to see if you can really walk the walk when it comes to people and not just machines."
"Well, based on our previous meetings with Principal Nezu and Aizawa Sensei, I can certainly talk the talk."
With a final challenging thumbs up from his teacher, Izuku turned on his heels and walked away.
'Very well then. Two weeks, two students, and two blueprints due in one week. Let's see how much of my creativity you put to the test," he looked at his assigned heroes, "Ochako Uraraka... and Katsuki Bakugo."
End of Chapter 4