I'm baaack! Super duper sorry my readers! Here's the next chapter! It may be a filler, but I had fun writing it. So enjoy!

Nabe-Chan: Bold of you to assume this fic is like those 'hundreds you've seen.' Heh heh heh...

soraroxas: I know right! I'm not sure why the school would allow that type of destructive equipment on campus, let alone on a first year student no less. And don't get me started on his obvious 'going all out' mentality.

tiguylerobot: You'll see. ;) Time for Izuku to unlock his possessive side.

toffeecat15: Have I been found out?!

fencer29: Too much?

Centinela: Here you go!

Screw it, you've been waiting too long for a chapter, I'm lengthening this.

Chapter 5

Momo sat patiently in her seat, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her teacher and the rest of her classes. Her facial features and body language were the epitome of dignified calm, but on the inside, oh boy, it was such a butterfly ground. She was so nervous, so excited! Who were her classmates? Her teachers? UA was known for having Pro Heroes walking through its campus, so no doubt there would be plenty of recognized heroes around her.

'Izuku would be so ecstatic at being surrounded by such recognized heroes, I must make sure to acquire some autographs for him.'

The gigantic door of Class 1A opened, and in walked in a boy with two-toned hair, the right side being white and the left being red. Though his eyes were slightly hidden by his hair and by the distance between the boy and girl, the large burn on his left side covering his entire eye and part of his cheek was unmistakably large and identifiable.

Momo stood up as the boy neared her seat, "Hello, I am Momo Yaoyorozu. And you are?"

The boy offered no response as of yet, only taking out a paper and reading through it before coolly sitting down next to Momo's own. "Shoto Todoroki," he mumbled.

Ignoring the late response and small lack of manners, Momo bowed slightly, "Well Todoroki, I hope to make pleasurable acquaintance with you. Please take care of me."

No response. Momo winced at the cold atmosphere of Todoroki. Figuratively and literally. Even his heterochromatic eyes seemed devoid of emotion. Sitting back down, Momo made no attempt to engage in any conversation with Todoroki. It was obvious that he wasn't much of a talker, whether it be from lack of etiquette or because of his personality. Nevertheless, Momo would continue to be respectful of her peers.

She didn't have to wait too long before another student marched right in, face serious behind his glasses and arms robotically swinging at his sides, the boy taking large, confident strides in his way to sit down. Taking out a paper himself, the boy set his backpack down on his specified chair and marched right over to the other teens. He reached Todoroki first, and robotically offered his hand in greeting.

"Hello! I am Tenya Iida! It is a pleasure to meet you and be part of Class 1A with you! I hope we can become good allies in our quest to become heroes throughout our three years at UA!"

Momo bit back a giggle, 'How proper! Yet so stiff!'

Todoroki merely eyed him and gave a nod. Muttering his name again for Iida, he soon went back to... whatever he was doing. Undeterred, Iida marched straight to Momo, who stood up as he approached. "Hello! My name is Tenya Iida! It is a pleasure to meet you and be part of Class 1A with you! I hope we can become good allies in our quest to become heroes throughout our three years at UA!"

Momo bowed, "Thank you Iida," the boy brightened at having someone properly respond to his greetings. "I too hope to become good allies with you during our course," she took his hand and shook it.

"Apologies if this may sound sudden, but do I know you from somewhere?" asked the bespectecaled boy. Momo raised a brow.

"I do not know. The name Tenya Iida is not familiar with me as of now," she responded. 'Tenya Iida, Iida, Iida, hold on,' She snapped her fingers. "Perhaps we have met at a formal event? Our families could have attended a meeting of sorts."

Iida seemed to ponder the thought, "Yes, that could be it. It is still a bit unclear though. Perhaps we'll remember another time," he added.

Soon, more students began to slowly but surely fill the room. Momo eyes them all with an inquisitive eye. Izuku always told her to analyze those around her before even greeting them. It had proved to be useful advice many times in her life, and she had no intention of stopping the habit now or ever.

Her classmates came in all varieties. From uniquely shaped elbows, vine-like hair, multiple arms with pods at the ends, fun skin colors, and even a raven head, her classmates were a unique bunch.

"Yes!" came a hiss.

Momo tore her eyes away from the rest of her class and focused on a small boy right in front of her. He was short. Really short. 'Could he have dwarfism?' She smiled at the boy regardless, "Hello, I am Momo Yaoyorozu, and you are?"

"Mi-Minoru M-Mineta," the boy mumbled, not tearing his eyes away. Momo hummed in greeting, before turning to examine as more of her classmates began to enter. 'How odd of him.'

Mineta hadn't moved from her peripheral vision, and the raven-haired girl glanced in his direction. 'Is he still staring?'

He wasn't staring, he was ogling, straight at her chest no less. Momo frowned and leveled the boy with a stern glare. "My eyes are up here Mineta. I'd appreciate if you'd stop staring."

The boy only let out a giggle before siting down, only to scan the room and check out the rest of his female classmates. 'How perverted. Surely our teacher wouldn't allow this kind of behavior...'

But... just where was their teacher? It seemed that a pair of students -a blonde with a lightning black streak, and a pink skinned, pink haired girl- were already discussing leaving the class.

"It's 15 minutes, right? We can leave if he's not here in 15 minutes?" asked the blonde.

Iida spoke up, abruptly standing and waving his arms robotically. "It would be a disgrace to leave and skip class on the first day! No! We must wait until our teacher has arrived, regardless of how long they take to arrive!"

"Okay, okay... yeez, so loud."

The door swung open, and a final pair of students walked in.

A slouched boy with an explosive head of spiky blonde hair, red eyes, and scowl swaggered over to his supposed seat and plopped himself down, kicking his feet up and onto his desk. The blonde was followed by an energetic red-headed boy, his own hair spiked with gel, and a sharp-toothed smile. He looked around the room, and his smile brightened at seeing the pinkette, who waved him over excitedly. 'Must be old friends.'

Momo glimpsed at Iida, who was staring at the blonde with an offended look in his eyes. Iida scanned the room, and when their eyes met, he gestured to the blonde, scoffing.

Momo only shrugged, but Iida went ahead at marched right over to the boy.

And proceeded to scold him right then and there.

"Excuse me, but remove your feet from the desk at once!"

The blonde looked up with a glare, "Hah?"

"It's barely the first day and you're already breaking school rules by scuffing school property! We should respect these desks that our seniors have previously sat in! Feet off!"

"Fuck off."

Iida gasped, "What horrid language!"

The blonde growled, "Listen here extra, I don't give a damn about what you do, so it'd be best if you would just reciprocate. Mind your own damn business and leave me alone."

Iida took a step back, "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot here. Let's start over," He cleared his throat, "I am Tenya Iida, and I hope to become good allies with you during our-"

"You obviously didn't hear what I said. Fuck. Off."

Iida chopped his arms up and down, "You could at least let me finish a sentence, you cretin!"

The blonde smirked, "Hah? What's with the high-class shit? You some damn elitist or something?"

"I'd tell I'm from Somei Private Academy if you had let me finish!" Iida retorted.

The smirk grew into a more predatory one, "Oho~ No wonder you look like someone shoved a massive stick up your ass. I'll have fun crushing you into the ground!"

Iida recoiled, "C-crush?! Do you truly intend to become a hero with such horrible intentions?"

The blonde made an effort to counter, but stopped as another presence made itself known.

"Shut it and get to your seats."

Their teacher had arrived.

The class followed the order to the letter, and we're soon sitting in their assigned seats. The man scoffed, "It took you eight seconds to quiet down, that's not gonna to cut it. Rational students would understand that, but it seems like I'm stuck with you lot," he reached into a yellow bag and pulled out a gym uniform. "My name is Shota Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Get dressed and get to the gym grounds. All of you, now."

The class was still stunned at the sudden introduction of their teacher, who scowled as his eyes glowed red.

"Eight minutes. Gym grounds. Before I start expelling people."

Worked like a charm.

xxx~-*-~xxx

Momo stood at the P.E. Grounds of UA, clad in her school's gym uniform which consisted of a blue top and pants, a U on the upper torso and an A on the lower torso that went down on the pants. Simple but comfortable.

However, Momo herself was rather... well... apprehensive? No, apprehensive was not exactly the right word to use on how she felt about her sensei, who was currently dressed in nothing more than a raggedy long-sleeved top with black pants and boots, belt, and an obscenely long scarf wrapped around his neck. His entire lower face was hidden by said scarf, and his messy mop of black hair gave her teacher the appearance of a hobo.

Momo was among the first to get to the grounds, along with Todoroki, Iida, and the blonde. It had been five minutes already, and many of her classmates were still in the locker rooms.

Six minutes, seven minutes. Just how long did her classmates take to dress?

Aizawa frowned as the rest of the class eventually trickled out to the grounds. He pointed to Momo, Iida, Todoroki, and the blonde, "30 more seconds and I would have expelled this entire class barring these four. Time is a precious resource, and you are not allowed to waste it in such a simple task as changing in the lockers. Next time, you'll have four minutes to change, with the same consequences for failing to meet the time limit. I suggest the entire class follow the example these four have set up."

He took out some eye drops and applied them before taking out a ball and tossing it to the blonde, "Bakugo, you came first in the Entrance exams. Go to the circle, stay in bounds, and throw it. Use your Quirk and don't hold back."

The now named Bakugo grinned confidently as he stretched and wound up. 'I'll add some heat to my pitch and blow them away.' He flung his arm forward, "Die!"

BOOM!!!

A powerful explosion erupted from his hands, rocketing the ball far into the sky with a trail of smoke.

'Die?' Momo questioned the choice of words.

The rest of the class gaped at the power behind Bakugo's throw, but Aizawa remained unimpressed. "Tell me, how far did you score in middle school?"

"Around 97 meters, give or take" replied Bakugo. Aizawa hummed.

"All of you, these tests are to gouge out the power behind your Quirk-related abilities and what you can or can't do. It's irrational to take these tests without them since, as we all know, Quirks are not equal in power. All of you will find your limits in these tests, and work to break them."

The class was abuzz with excitement at the prospect of using their Quirks so freely, and made sure to voice their enthusiasm too. That proved to be an irrational decision as Aizawa scoffed at them.

"You think this is fun? That you'll use these powers however you wish? I've got news for you, the world out there is constantly adapting in the war of heroes and villains. This means that you don't have time to slack off. The entrance ceremony is a perfect example of this irrational use of time. But since you bunch feel so inclined to treat this as a joke, how about this: Whoever comes last in the series of tests will be expelled immediately."

The class was in uproar.

"What?! You can't do that!"

"It's barely the first day, how is this fair?!"

"We earned our place here fair and square!"

Aizawa shut them up with a glare. "Tough luck. Villains, natural disasters, the world itself isn't fair. And that's the way things are. So what are you going to do? Whimper and cower, or face it like the heroes you hope to become? UA will be putting you through the wringer these three years, so you'd better give it your all. Or you'll end up failing."

Momo nodded in agreement, 'Plus Ultra.'

Momo knew Aizawa Sensei had a point, Izuku's story of injustice was a clear reminder of her teacher's exact words. She -along with the rest of her classmates- couldn't afford to slack off. Her especially. But she saw the way Aizawa Sensei's eye shifted ever so slightly at his expulsion threat. 'He's lying. This is all most likely a ruse to push us further. And based on the body language of my classmates, it seems to be working. This is good, too many of them seemed a little too relaxed earlier.'

Aizawa gave a chilling smile, "So go on, give me everything you got. Plus Ultra style."

xxx~-*-~xxx

Momo stood at the starting line, ready to participate in her sprint test. She had been partnered with a blonde -more orange-haired really- with a black marking. She stretched her legs before thinking about which creation would be best for this situation.

Glancing at the boy -named Denki Kaminari-, Momo inferred that he was most likely someone with an electric type Quirk, considering the black marking's similarity to a thunderbolt. She didn't know if it allowed him to enhance his nervous system, expel it like an electric shockwave, or even use it to speed up his bodily functions to the point of increasing his speed or strength. 'Izuku would be so much quicker in inferring this.'

Seeing the machine count down, Momo found the perfect combination of items to combine into a single creation. And after removing her shoes, she proceeded to create a pair of roller skates with -I kid you not- small firework rockets on the ankles.

"Begin!"

The raven-haired girl began to skate forward to gain momentum, and pulled the chord connecting to the rockets. With a show of sparks and a shrill whine, she burst forward and overcame her opponent quickly.

"4.12 seconds!" called the machine.

"Excuse me, Sensei?" Momo addressed her teacher.

"What is it Yaoyorozu?" the scruffy man grunted.

"For the grip test, if I could use my Quirk to create a pair of... advanced pliers, for example. Would that score still be counted as my own?"

"No, the item you create must enhance your score, not establish it for you."

"Ah, I see. Thank you Sensei," Momo bowed and walked away, 'I will need to conjure up something else. Perhaps a pair of gauntlets with a hydraulic press system integrated into the palms? ...Yes, that would do nicely.' With the pixel glow of her Quirk enveloping her hands, two large green gauntlets assembled before her very eyes. They were oversized, but it would do for now. 'I will donate these to Izuku later.'

Grabbing the pressure bar sensors, Momo squeezed with all the strength she could muster and then some. A low hiss came from the gauntlet's, and the score spiked up to just below the first place winner, a multi-armed boy named Mezo Shoji.

Aizawa hid a small smile under his scarf. 'The pliers would have been acceptable, but she has proved to be able to work around the issue and create something that directly enhances her score while she applies her own strength. An intelligent young lady. Izuku was right, she's going to prove interesting to teach.'

Throughout the series of standardized tests, Momo continued to create useful solutions that allowed her to pass many of her tests. For the side-steps, she created a set of bouncing balls with cement blocks weighing them down as she let herself be bounced in between them. Admittedly inspired by the little pervert, but it brought results. For the seated toe-touch, a simple backbrace that pushed her forward. Each and every test Momo was able to create something that allowed her to surpass the others score, and her face brightened with each and every win.

Eventually, the scores were revealed, and to her immense pleasure, Momo had come in first.

'Yes! Success!'

She missed the outcry at Aizawa's revealing of his threat of expulsion being a ruse. She was simply too excited to notice.

She also failed to notice their teacher dismissing them, and the slow trickle of students leaving the grounds.

It would be a while before Momo would find herself alone with Iida chopping the air in front of her as he tried to garner her attention.

xxx~-*-~xxx

Izuku looked at his watch for the umpteenth time. It had been almost 30 minutes since classes had ended for the day, yet his lady had yet to arrive.

'Good thing the limo is Milady's personal chauffeur, or the driver would have driven off by now.'

He untucked the files he held in his arms; his charge's hero costume requests. He was rather excited to get home and finish his chores before diving head first into his designing, but he had yet to even get home.

'Come now, Milady. Aizawa isn't one to stand idly, just where are you?'

He examined his files as he waited, studying his two students. Both were members if Class 1A along with Momo, and possessed very powerful Quirks. Explosion and Zero Gravity to Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka respectively.

'Explosion allows Bakugo to secrete a nitroglycerin like substance from sweat glands on his palms, and detonate it at will.' He winced at the memory of watching the blonde decapitate many of his robots from the entrance exams footage. 'My poor darlings, they put up a good fight at least,' He flipped to the next charge, 'Zero Gravity, a highly useful Quirk, yet one of the most dangerous if put in the wrong hands. The placement of five or more pads that protrude from the tip of the fingers can nullify the effects of gravity on whatever they touch, regardless if it's organic or inorganic. A truly powerful ability.' Izuku remembered seeing Uraraka throw up at the end of the exam footage, 'Space motion sickness could be related to her Quirk. Perhaps some acupressure tools can help her hold her stomach's contents.'

"Izuku!"

The green-haired butler looked up to see Momo finally exit the building. And that's not all. It seemed that on her first day his lady had made a friend. A boy with dark blue hair -quite stylish in an undercut- tall and muscular physique, and chopping his arms as if the air was sushi. 'How nice for Milady, a new friend!'

The freckled boy smiled, "Momo, I thought I'd never see you again. How was your day?"

The girl blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry for taking so long, but you won't believe how my day has gone! It was such an exciting first day!"

Oh?" he chuckled, "Well, before you tell me such a grand tale, would you mind introducing me to your friend? He is a friend correct?"

The raven-haired girl nodded eagerly, "Oh yes! Izuku, meet Tenya Iida, he is my classmate."

Izuku stared at Iida as he stepped up and offered a hand robotically. "Iida? As in the Ingenium family?"

The boy winced, "Ah, I hoped to keep that tidbit of information secret for a while, but it seems as if I've been found out."

Izuku bowed, "Apologies, I didn't mean to blurt out my inference."

The bespectecaled boy waved him off, "It's alright really, I pride myself on the Ingenium name. I only wished that people wouldn't have treated me differently if they knew. Finding genuine friends when part of a prestigious family is quite the task."

Momo seemed to be lost in thought, "Iida, your family wouldn't have by any chance gone to Tokyo for a formal party have they?"

"We have gone a few times, why?" asked the taller teen.

Izuku spoke up, "Do the names Captain Celebrity and The Tokyo Sky Egg Tower conjure any rememberance?"

Iida put a hand to his chin, the other two watching with rapt anticipation for his response. Iida began to observe the two other teens, taking in their features and characteristics. 'Hm, Yaoyorozu and I did seem familiar with each other. Let's see, night-black hair in a spiky ponytail, onyx eyes, proper manners, semi-shy personality but grows as you get to know her. Green unruly hair, formal, a gentleman, big green eyes and freckles... no... could it be?'

-Flashback-

The room was abuzz with light music, soft chatter, and occasional clinking of silverware and the squeaking of tea carts. A ten-year-old Tenya Iida, clad in a baby blue suit with a soft yellow tie and breast pocket handkerchief, walked along as he held his mother's hand. 'What an amazing place for a party! The ceiling is so high, and the air smells so good! Ooh, is that orange juice?'

Little Iida scouted the room and people around him 'If only I could find someone my age to talk with.' Unknown to the boy, a few meters away, was the Yaoyorozu family, along with Little Momo and Izuku, both in formal wear.

"Missy Yaoyorozu, would you like something from the snack bar? A finger sandwich?" asked little Izuku.

"Izuku, this place is so big... what if you get lost?" Momo whimpered.

"That won't happen Missy, Francis told me where to go." She still looked unsure, so Izuku gave her a small smile, "If I do get lost, I'll yodel so you can find me." That got a giggle from her. "Tuna or chicken Missy Yaoyorozu?"

"Chicken please."

With that Izuku walked off. Leaving Momo alone to clutch at her mother's dress. Her eyes explored the room around her, it really was an extravagant party with its large chandeliers, soft violin, and smells of high-class dishes from around the world. 'S-so big.'

"Hello!"

Momo yelped as a loud but childish voice erupted from behind her. She whirled around, still clutching her mother's dress. A tall boy around her age was there, waving his small hand robotically as he beamed at her.

"H-hi?"

"I'm so glad to see someone my age here! Do you mind if we talk for a bit?" asked the little bespectecaled boy.

"U-umm... I..." She barely knew this boy, and Izuku had yet to return. What to do, what to do? She turned to her mother in hope of guidance.

Kashiko smiled at the children. "Sweetheart, aren't you bored? Go and have a chat with the boy, but stay where I can see you please. I'll tell Izuku where you are when he gets back."

Well, if her mother thought it was okay, Momo turned again to the blue-haired boy, "Okay."

He smiled, "Great! My name is Tenya Iida! What's yours?"

"Momo Yaoyorozu, it is nice to meet you, Iida." The pair of children soon walked off towards a couch, the taller one chopping the air as he excitedly chatted with someone his age. It didn't take long for little Momo to become excited as well.

With Izuku at the snack bar, he had just finished receiving his order of finger chicken sandwiches, and began to walk towards he had left Momo at. Sweat was on his brow as many adults cooed at him and his little tailcoat tux and white gloves, parted hair, and freckles. "Well, aren't you adorable?" they'd say, which Izuku responded heartily with sputters of gratitude before speeding up his walking, face flushed a deep red until he reached the Mistress.

"Ah, Izuku. Momo is- what happened with you? You're deathly red, you don't have a fever don't you?" asked Kashiko as she touched his forehead. Izuku shook his head, "N-no Mistress, I was simply flustered."

The elder woman smiled, "I see, though I can see why, you do like quite adorable."

H flushed yet again, causing Kashiko to laugh heartily, "T-t-thank you very much, M-mistress. Umm, w-where is Missy Yaoyorozu?"

"Hm? Oh, over by the couches, it seems she's made a new friend."

Izuku bowed, careful not to spill the sandwiches, "Thank you Mistress," and walked off. He weaved his way through the crowd, excusing himself as he went. 'Just who is Momo's new friend? I hope they're nice to Missy.'

It seemed his worries were for naught as the green-haired butler found Momo giggling happily with a boy around the same age, his arms chopping the air. "Your legs are very wide!" Little Momo exclaimed.

"Yes, they are! It is because of my Quirk!"

Izuku stayed where he was, unsure when to come in and interrupt the clearly fun conversation the two were having. "Missy Yaoyorozu?"

The little girl turned to him, and her brightened up further. "Izuku, you've come! I made a new friend!"

He offered the plate to his lady, who thanked him and invited him over, Iida readily introducing himself and offering a hand.

-Flashback End-

The three teens were in silence for quite a while before smiling at each other. "My! My! My! How both of you have grown!" happily exclaimed Iida.

Izuku bowed his head, "The same could be said for you Sir Iida. A pleasure to see you again."

"How could have we forgotten such a special meeting? Time really does fly by doesn't it?" murmured Momo.

"Well, we have much to catch up on! Perhaps one day we could all go out for lunch or meet at home?" proposed Iida, his eyes shining with anticipation behind his glasses.

"It would be up to Milady, but I believe that we have some errands to do today, as well as my own duties for the household and my classes," said Izuku, inciting a nod from Momo. "Yes, perhaps sometime later this week? Would that be fine with you Iida?"

"Of course! I also have my errands to run. But I look forward to catching up with you two! Have a good day!" And with that, Iida sped off.

Izuku opened the door to the limo for Momo, "Well Milady, it seems making friends this year won't be too hard after all."

The onyx-eyed girl sighed happily, "I hope so. But tell me Izuku, how did your day go? Anything to invent yet... perhaps hero costumes?"

"Not yours I'm afraid, but I did receive two very powerful charges. Designing their costumes will prove to be interesting."

The two entered the limo, and drove off, their first day of their new lives coming to close.

And it would be followed by many other days, days that would change them forever as Hero and Inventor, Butler and Lady, and maybe even more in the future.

End of Chapter 5