AN: Announcement, my poor body has fallen slightly ill. So, I've been a bit delayed in my writing, this could also effect my editing on this one. So sorry for any sloppy mistakes. Secondly, if anyone tends to check my profile, you'd likely know I've been wholly defeated by my mid-term. Probably going to have to drop that course. Math's so hard, why was I born dumb? Anyways, that too is running through my mind a lot, so it could also contribute to mistakes. Seriously, all of these disclaimers make it sound like this chapter's going to end up like trash, I'm actually quite happy with how it turned out though. Without further ado, onto chapter 3:

The day was moving at a snail's pace. The novelty of being a second year quickly faded away after a few weeks. Then, things went back to how they were his first year in Aldera Junior High, a boring experience he was forced to go through.

It wasn't that Izuku found education boring, far from it. The opposite in fact, he had a craving for knowledge and learning. It was due to his unquenching thirst that he exhausted everything teachers could teach him in class. He taught himself first.

However, Izuku was raised to be respectful, and as such he did his best to pay attention to the classes before him. He even took notes, which he thought was tedious and counterintuitive since he already had notes on the subject matter at home.

It was a grueling experience. However, something Izuku couldn't- or simply wouldn't do, that the school could, were school trips. That was something he could get eager for.

"Alright, pick your roommates, 4 people to a room, nothing more. It's a 2 night trip, so you better pack accordingly," The teacher explained.

The class quickly erupted into discussion, with students jumping from screeching chairs and hastily forming groups. Well, all but one. This teen in question simply propped his legs onto his desk in leaned back into his chair in a bored manner.

"Tch, fucking waste of time," Katsuki sneered from his desk.

It happened to be behind Izuku's in this instance, which prompted the boy to turn and face him. A sheepish smile on his face.

"So… We're still grouping up right?"

The blond rolled his eyes, "obviously, go get us some extras." .

"M-me?"

"Yes you. You're a fucking mess in these kinds of situations"

I don't think I want to hear that from you Kaachan, the greenet thought, rubbing his head before getting up from his seat.

Izuku rising prompted the whole class into silence, and all pair of eyes landed on him. He fidgeted in place. Sweat slowly started to run down his face as he remained glued to the spot.

He was jolted upright as he felt the sole of a shoe imprint itself onto his back. He yelped and turned to glare at the blond. His friend returned said glare tenfold. He wasn't going to beat that, instead he hastily faced forward and felt compelled to get his message across.

"We need 2 more people for our group, does anyone want to-"

"I'll do it!"

"Pick me!"

"Don't listen to them, I'll join you guys!"

"You obviously need me for your group!"

"You mean Bakugo? No way, dude's a dick"

"WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?" The blond erupted, climbing on top of his desk with practiced finesse.

"Settle down class! Bakugo don't use your quirk inside, also please get off your desk," The teacher droned.

The teen grumbled before sulking in his chair. Izuku laughed nervously as the outburst seemingly did nothing to deter a third of his class from swarming his desk. To think the two of them were still so unjustifiably popular made the greenet feel uncomfortable. He was starting to wonder if he should be eager for the trip, or dread it.

ring ring ri-

Izuku slammed his hand against the clock, silencing it. Also, possibly breaking it. He definitely didn't intend to hit it as hard as he did. Izuku blearily blinked the sleep from his eyes and gazed towards his window. It was still dark out, giving his whole room a shadowy overcast.

He nimbly slipped from his All Might blanket and made his way to his bathroom. He stifled a yawn as he ran the water. Why was he waking up so early again? He contemplated the question as he brushed his teeth.

It was during his shower when his memory came to him. His school trip started today! He even recalled neatly folding his clothing and placing it in his All Might duffel bag. With his invigorating shower done with, he hastily got changed.

He scanned his phone and darkened considerably when he had 3 missed calls. He regrettably took long showers. His hair was pretty difficult to maintain hygienically after all. He quickly redialed and was instantly greeted with heated shouts.

"DEKU! What the fuck is taking you so long?" Kaachan hissed from his end.

"Long shower, heehee, uh… my bad?"

"Just let me in, it's fucking freezing," The blond replied before abruptly hanging up.

Izuku sighed, then made his way to and opened the front door, Katsuki was there waiting with his own duffel bag. Currently, the blond was watching his own breath frost with a bored expression. Once he noticed the door opening, he turned and welcomed himself in.

"'Bout goddamn timing, did you fall in or something?"

"I just woke up, I was a bit distracted," Izuku explained as the two made their way to the kitchen.

On the island counter top were two covered plates. His mother left early for work, but would almost always make time to cook him breakfast. It was sweet and Izuku truly had no idea how he was going to repay his mom for all she did.

"Whatever, your mom made you two meals, or she just forget to eat?" Kaachan asked, addressing the second plate.

"Nope, she made that one for you," Izuku explained pushing the plate forward.

The blond's eyes widen slightly before narrowing back into their usual scowl. He took a peek at the contents of the plate.

"Wait, do these eggs have jalapenos in them?" The boy asked incredulously.

"Mhm, told her you liked spicy stuff, I didn't think she'd make you your own eggs though," the greenet explained revealing his own plate of eggs.

Sure enough, the scramble eggs lacked the diced pepper. Bakugo raised a curious eyebrow, just how compromising and nice were the Midoriya's exactly? He didn't ponder it much himself, quickly shoveling the food into his mouth.

The two finished up their meals, cleaned their respective dishes and headed out towards the school. Their walk was done in the dark, as the sun yet to surface.

This was due to their early start time. The trip was in the Chiba Prefecture, and the train ride would take 2-3 hours from Musutafu. In order to fit everything into the schedule, the school decided to send their students early in the morning.

The two teens rounded the corner and saw several other zombie-like students waiting at the front. Three yellow busses were lined up against the road. One for class by the look of things. Izuku and Kaachan were quickly waved over by some of their classmates. The greenet obliged easily enough, dragging his less than interested friend along with him.

They waited for several more minutes, exchanging small talk until finally the teachers deemed the trip ready to go. The bus ride to the train station was done in typical chaos. Chatter all but consumed the bus, even with the supervisor's constant reminder to remain civil. It was the first major trip for most of the students though, so the teacher knew a lost cause when he saw one.

Izuku too wouldn't deny he was thoroughly excited for the trip. However, sitting beside Kaachan tempered his soul and more or less made him good at concealing his emotions. Less his friend take out his frustration on him.

The tickets were bought preemptively, when they were paid for earlier in the year. Izuku was impressed with the meticulous effort put into designing the trip. He chalked it up to years of experience, as Aldera Junior High always did this trip for its second years.

Izuku was glad he was talked into going on the trip. Mizuha and his mom encouraged him to go. However, it was when Kaachan rolled up demanding them to pair up when he decided he'd go along. The blond seeking him out was too good an opportunity to pass up.

On the other hand, Katsuki would never have considered going, as he didn't have any friends to make the trip worthwhile. However, there was still Deku. That was the closest thing to a friend and he made for decent company. If the teen ended up going, that'd mean Katsuki would have been left to fester in his boredom for days. He'd easily manage it, but if he just hanged out with Deku instead, then the problem would have been solved altogether.

Thus, the two ended up deciding to go on the basis of an absence of information.

The pair of teens picked seats near the back of the class's cart. The bullet train was long and slick, it used some ant-magnetic propulsions that shaved off considerable amount of time, making it one of the fastest forms of transportation in Japan.

Izuku took a window seat and stared in awe as the scenery blurred into a collage of colours. He heard his friend click his tongue in frustration, and turned to see the blond slip on some headphones. He rested his head against the cushioned seat and shut his eyes, presumably trying to catch some sleep. Izuku shrugged, looking back towards the scenery.

The train ride was relatively boring beyond that. The first time the train went through a tunnel was sort of intriguing, if only due to the novelty of the event if nothing more. But even that too became a bit dull. A few of the students in his vicinity tried talking to him, until they noticed Katsuki sleeping to his side. Yet again, his blond friend denied him the ability to make others.

"Everyone, the train's about to reach the station, please be ready to leave when that occurs," One of the supervisors said from the front, their voice projecting through the narrow cart.

Izuku nudged his sleeping friend awake, against half-hearted protests. The blond rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he pocketed his headphones.

"The fuck?" He asked, stretching away the soreness.

"We're here," Izuku responded simply.

Katsuki clicked his tongue but refrained from saying more. After a few minutes of loitering, the class was finally able to exit the train. They collected their bags then proceeded to be escorted towards the inn they'd be staying at.

Izuku was admittedly rather giddy by the prospect. He never truly experienced many vacations before, especially since he was more focused on his hero training more than anything. A lot of the money his mom made, went to that actually. Something he was grateful for. To think she was also giving him the privilege to go on a trip like this? He was truly blessed.

The greenet burst into waterworks just thinking about it, much to Bakugo's chagrin.

"You idiot, quit making a mess," He hissed, skipping back in time to avoid the unrequested shower.

"S-sorry, I'm just so glad to be here…"

"Can't imagine why, all we've done is walk around this shitty city."

"I suppose, but it's still a refreshing change of pace," Izuku reasoned.

"Tch, whatever."

That was as a good a confirmation as any when it came to his friend. The class eventually came to the inn they'd reside in for the two nights. It was a large traditional inn. It had nice wooden floors, and a calming aura. It's garden was intricate and well maintained.

But most importantly it was run by a hero. The Relaxing Hero, Tranquil. Her quirk allowed her to forcefully calm people around her, making her ideal for hostage and intensely high-pressure situations. The applications of her quirk were perhaps one dimensional, but that didn't stop her from using it effectively. She essentially made people sluggish and receptively slower than usual, thus making her a strong combatant in one on one situations. She started her line of work a few years ago, and was a rather pop-

"Deku, quit your mumbling shit," Bakugo reprimanded, elbowing the boy.

He yelped, and snapped from his trance. He ducked his head as the rest of his class, and teachers stared at him.

"Uh… right, As Midoriya said, this inn is indeed run by Tranquil. Be on your best behaviour, or she may just make you," The teacher warned.

The class voiced their acknowledgement and were soon escorted into their rooms. It was plain and simple, with plenty of space, a small table and a window outlooking the garden. They had mattresses neatly folded to the side, and a door that led to a washroom.

All in all, Izuku was ecstatic, his hands subconsciously going before his mouth in suppressed awe. His fellow roommates shared a tame yet similar sentiment.

"This place's real chill," one of them said, uh, Rockhead?

No wait, that was the nickname Kaachan gave him. He really should learn the names of his classmates.

"Cool!" The other said, Snaileyes.

Yeah, Izuku really needed to learn their names, less he ends up becoming like his friend.

"Listen here extras, don't cause a damn ruckus, don't make a mess, and most importantly stay outta our way," The blond explained, jabbing a thumb towards Izuku.

The greenet's jaw dropped, his eyes spinning at the needless hostility. The two nodded their heads vigorously, seemingly okay with a scalding so long it came from Katsuki. This only prompted for Izuku to flush in embarrassment.

He's treating them like his thugs! He thought.

"You two done with your shit? Good, then let's go." Bakugo ordered, marching towards the door before even hearing a response.

The two followed suit, and eventually Izuku resigned to doing the same. The group met up with several other students at the lobby. Before everyone was sent to their rooms, the teachers established the lobby as their meetup location. After everyone had their things placed in their rooms, the classes would then go towards the National Museum of Japanese History.

The intent and purpose behind the trip after all was for Japanese History class. Eventually, everyone gathered, and were neatly divided into their respective classes before being loaded up on a bus. A bus guide gave them a tourist introduction to all the sights, much to Izuku's wonderment.

After reaching the museum, the classes were neatly escorted inside the building. It was massive, and carried bountiful amount of culture in it's exhibits and pieces. Izuku, having a craving for knowledge found himself immediately immersed in the setting. He spent a lot of time in the library near his home, and history was one of the many topics unable to escape his clutches.

He felt an elbow in his ribs, which at this point he was starting to realize was Kaachan's way of grabbing his attention. He rubbed his side as he faced his friend. Katsuki looked wholly uninterested, his hands in his pockets and posture slouched over. However, his face was focused on something across from him.

Tracing his gaze, Izuku's eyes fell on what appeared to be some students, their uniforms were different, so perhaps another school? Izuku didn't really know what exactly was so interesting about them, but Kaachan's menacing grin certainly raised alarm bells.

He couldn't ask much about the other school as their group was quickly escorted outside for lunch. The sun shone brightly, and the city bustle clashed with the tranquility the building evoked. The class sat around each other, in their groups as they ate a small lunch provided to them.

Izuku noticed it was a bit dry, but he honestly couldn't complain. Everything was really thought out for the trip. He ran through the schedule again, they'd spend some more time in the museum, before getting an hour of free time, then they'd go back to the inn for the night. Everything about it was precisely planned.

"Deku, let's go," Katsuki said, rising from his spot on the ground.

The teen paused, riceball suspended before an open mouth. He blinked once at the blond in confusion. Katsukisighed in annoyance, he pointed his pinkie and thumb in opposite directions and teetered his closed fist in front of his mouth.

"Mhm, Lesshgo" Izuku choked out.

"Finish your food," Bakugo droned out.

"Where you two going?" Rockhead asked in between chewing.

"What did I fucking ju-"

"Getting drinks, want any?" Izuku interrupted quickly.

"Juice!"/"iced tea" the two said in unision.

"Alright, I'll get them for you," he replied nervously, shoving the fuming blond away.

They rounded the corner quick enough and walked down the road. Izuku recalled a small store nearby, it should have refrigerated drinks, that'd do wonders for the lunch they've been eating, plus the day was gradually getting hotter by the second. He also was hoping the drink might cool off his now heated friend.

"Don't stop me from setting those idiots straight," The blond eventually said, his face in a scowl.

"You can set them straight if you want, but you shouldn't be rude about it," he responded delicately.

"Are you fucking shitting me?"

"Uh… No?"

"Tch, you're a goddamn idiot too,"

"Right, right," he waved off.

Over the year, it became painfully clear that fixing Kaachan's mannerisms would be a difficult task. However, given how he aspires to become a hero too, it would be prudent to make him more appealing to the masses. A swearing hothead was a bit of a niche hero archetype.

In all of his constant attempts to help tame his friend's abrasive nature, he became fully accustomed to receiving crude remarks. He was numb to them actually. It certainly helped with socializing with the blond at least.

The two walked into the store they spotted on their way to the museum. The two carefully walked around a group of seated students before entering the store. A bell chimed, signaling their arrival. The building was modest in size, but packed with plenty of products. The beverages were in the back, chilled and neatly lined up against the wall.

"Those the same extras from that boring ass place," Katsuki said, jabbing his finger behind him.

"Yeah… Another school's at the same museum. Why're you interested in that anyways?" Izuku asked.

"I'm not interested, I just noticed some of them starting shit,"

"What kind of… 'shit'?" Izuku forced out, shuttering at the crase use.

Bakugo paused, his gaze fixated at the kids outside before a wicked grin spread across his face. He hastily shoved his can of iced coffee into Izuku's chest before strutting out.

The greenet juggled the can in a desperate attempt to not drop it. After stabilizing, he turned to face his friend, only to pale considerably. Katsuki was stalking towards the group of students much like a predator would prey. Izuku was also familiar with how both of those scenarios usually pane out to know that things were progressing in the worst possible way.

He hastily placed the drinks down before dashing out the store. He stopped a few paces behind Katsuki, and watched in silence as his friend stared down a trio of teens. They had the same uniform he saw in the museum. So they were likely the same group the blond was interested in.

"You extras think it's cool to deface shit just 'cause you're bored?" Katsuki asked, a smug knowing grin on his face.

"W-who are you? Don't accuse us for things you'd likely do!" A boy with glasses said, looked startled by the accusation.

"What was that?" The blond responded, his tone going icy.

"Yeah! You're clearly a delinquent," another voiced, gaining confidence from his friend.

"I should kill you fuckers so you learn your lesson," He said, small firecrackers popping menacingly on his hand.

"W-wait! Kaachan, we can't start fights without a reason,"

"This your friend? Put him on a leash he's unhinged!"

Izuku froze, and turned to face the group of students, his own face falling into a state of stoicism.

"Look, he may be needlessly hostile and crass-"

"Deku shut the fuck up,"

"-But he doesn't make baseless accusations, if he said you defaced something, you did."

Glassesface audibly gulped, and paled considerably. If he was expecting Izuku to belittle his friend's intuition, he was sorely mistaken. Izuku trusted Katsuki's gut feeling closely. The blond was rarely wrong about things as it stood.

"Picking fights with strangers is unmanly!" Another voice shouted, promptly drawing both parties' attention.

A black haired teen with a scar over his right eye marched over with excessive bravado. He took embellished long strides and had a hardened gaze, he was rather plain with the hairstyle he was sporting, he did however have notably shark-like teeth.

"You're not one of them, get lost," Katsuki said, his gaze only temporarily landing on the new arrival before going back to the trio.

"No way, you're trying to pick a fight with some of my classmates!" The teen responded hotly.

"N-no! We aren't doing that!" Izuku hastily corrected, throwing his hands out in surrender.

The crowd of students, from a different school no less were starting to eat away at his ability to remain calm. Especially since they were murmuring and staring at the alien students that Katsuki and him presented.

"If you're looking for a fight, then I'll give you one,"

Izuku screamed internally.

"You stupid or something? I said get lost!" Katsuki shouted, his frustration boiling over.

"And I said I'm not going to let you bully my classmates!"

"Hey yo!" Another voice joined.

Izuku went ramrod straight. If another person joined in this seemingly endless embarrassment, Izuku was certain he'd run in shame. It didn't help matters at all that the person to join this time was a girl. His experience with girls only extended to mothers and elders! Conclusion: He hadn't really spoken to too many girls!

"Hey, It's Ashido," some student whispered loud enough for Izuku to hear.

He turned and was caught off guard by the sight before him. The new arrival was pink. Literally, Her skin and hair were a light shade of pink. However, her most prominent features would be her black and golden eyes and horns protruding out from her hair.

She had a large toothy grin on her face, and clearly was not bothered by the rising tension at all. It made Izuku feel oddly relieved.

"You aren't one of them either, kindly fuck off,"

"Nope,"

"Hell yeah, you fighting with me? Sweet, that makes it a solid two-v-two, take on the green haired guy, I go-"

"Nope,"

"W-what!?" The teen spluttered, turning to face the pink haired girl in confusion.

"We aren't trying to start a fight, I'm glad you see that.. uh…." Izuku started, only to lose steam once he realized he lacked her name.

" Ashido Mina, nice to meet'cha! What's you're names?"

"None of your fuc-"

"This is my friend Bakugo Katsuki, I'm Midoriya Izuku," the greenet introduced hastily.

He purposely ignored the glare sent his way and instead focused on the toothy smile before him.

"That's cool! I think I saw your uniform, you guys from the museum?" She asked expertly.

"Y-yes, we're from Aldera Junior High, second years,"

"Aldera? That doesn't sound too familair- oh! We're second years too!" The girl beamed, clapping her hands together. She then paused as if pondering something before turning to face the raven haired teen to her side, "actually, what's your name? I don't think I know it."

Izuku blinked at that snippet of news. She jumped in not knowing any parties present? Especially with how intimidating Kaachan can appear? That was impressive.

"K-kirishima Eijiro," The shark-toothed boy choked out, clearly having his sails blown from under him.

"Hmm, I see, I see. Hey! Is your school trip from out of town? Aldera just doesn't ring a bell," She concluded.

"Yeah, we're from Musutafu," Izuku supplied, much to the blond's growing annoyance.

"No way!? The same city that has UA High! That's the coolest school in all of Japan!"

Three pair of eyes underwent separate reactions to her proclamation. Bakugo's narrowed, Iuzku's watered and Kirishima's widen. The three all held different amounts of curiosity, and were interested about the topic. It was their aspirations to be accepted into that school after all.

"You plan on going to UA too?" Izuku blurted.

"Definitely! I want to help save as many people as I can!" Ashido explained easily enough.

"So manly…" Kirishima mumbled under his breath, seeing his fellow classmate in a different light.

"That's amazing, Kaachan and I are aiming for UA too!"

Katsuki growled at the nickname, especially given how it was used in a public setting. Regardless, his eyes landed on the girl before him. Her smile was infuriating, but given how she drew too much attention. It would be impossible to kill the fuckers. Speaking of, the slimy bastards took the constant distractions as their means of escape. They weren't in sight. The blond clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"... I'm done here, Deku get the drinks when you're done with the extras," He finally said, shoving people aside as he left.

"How rude!" The pinkette huffed, "he's really planning on becoming a hero?"

"No, he'll definitely become one. Uhm… if you don't mind me asking, but, what's your quirk?"

"Acid! I can melt things with a liquid I make, I can change its viscosity and solubility too," She answered, seemingly over the blond's blunt dismissal.

"Wow, that's amazing. You could easily enough use that in an effective manner. Actually,theutilitythatkindofquirkpossesseswouldbeessentialwhenitcomestomobility, -"

"Wow! You're like a quirk nerd!"

Izuku felt as if someone plunged a knife into his chest, but couldn't really refute her claim. His head fell in a defeated manner before he felt someone heavily tap his shoulder. He looked up and came face-to-face with razor sharp teeth.

He would have been startled had they not been in a large grin.

"You're alright! I thought you'd try to start a fight like your friend back there," Kirishima said.

"N-no, we weren't eve- well, I don't think we were trying to start a fight. Some of your classmates were disrespectful towards the museum exhibits is all."

"What! No way, you telling me your friend was setting them straight? Damn he's manly too," The shark toothed teen said, his eyes watering as he shaked a closed fist.

Aren't you being swayed too easily here? Izuku thought.

"So what's your quirk?" Ashido asked, steering the conversation back on topic.

"Ah, it's called Pyrokinetic Breath. I can eat fire and use it as fuel to produce flames from my mouth,"

"Oh wow! That sounds super cool,"

"Y-yeah, flashy too. Kirishima murmured, his smile fading.

Izuku noticed the change, it was quite blatant in all actuality. Izuku had only ever seen the boy in his complete earnestness, the change in his demeanor was all the more jarring. Ashido noticed it too, sending a worried gaze towards her peer.

"Kiri, something on your mind?"

"Wha- no, nah. My quirk's Hardening," the boy proceeded to give a demonstration, making his skin appear slightly rough and rock-like, "it's not very appealing, makes me wonder if I'd manage to compete with either of you, ya know?"

"... You want to be a hero too?" Ashido asked.

"Yeah, but I got a long way to go," The teen shrugged, suddenly feeling rather uncomfortable with sharing his apprehensions.

"Perhaps not as much as you think," Izuku froze when both students turned to face him, "sorry, your quirk may not be flashy, but it's very practical. If you improved it, I'm certain you'd become truly popular… sorry, I bet you didn't want to hear that coming from some stran-"

"No, no, it's cool. Thanks! You're right! I just got to give it my all, that was some manly advice there Midoriya,"

"Y-your welcome?"

"Hey! If we're all striving to be heroes, then we should totally exchange line accounts!" Ashido piped up, hopping on a foot in exuberant excitement.

Exchange accounts? That's so sudden! He only had a dozen contacts or so, and even less that he actually used. The only other girl in his contacts was his mother! Izuku found his face flushing at the implications alone, but robotically went through the motions of taking out his phone.

"Midori's all for the idea, what about you Kiri?"

"Bonding under a common goal, that's basically the pinnacle of manliness, hell yeah you know I'm all about it!" The boy fist pumped.

The three exchanged numbers with the promise of keeping in touch. They all agreed that they'd see one another in UA. Izuku wasn't particularly cynical, but he wasn't ignorant to the incredible difficulty that the entrance exams possessed. Perhaps that was why Kaachan left so early. Attachments and all that. Regardless, they wished to become a hero, so whether it was UA or otherwise, Izuku was certain he'd see them in the line of duty eventually.

Izuku used up the majority of his lunch time and waved off the two teens, they reciprocated with a wave of their own. He rounded the corner and was headed back to the museum when he finally recalled something fundamentally crucial.

He forgot the drinks!

Besides the immediate scolding he received from Katsuki, the remainder of the trip was rather enjoyable. As it turns out, both Ashido and Kirishima were students on a similar trip. Theirs was a single day, and far more accessible since they lived nearby.

Katsuki wasn't particularly excited to hear Izuku actually exchanged numbers with what he coined as 'extras'. 'Emohair' and 'Racooneyes' weren't flattering nicknames either, Izuku simply refrained from talking about his fellow aspiring heroes after that night.

The trip itself wasn't nearly as fulfilling or exciting since the first day. On the second, the class was able to switch into casual clothing, or hiking clothing. They went on busses towards nearby trails and traversed it for a few hours.

Thanks to Izuku's conditioning, he found the hike to be relatively easy. The same sentiment wasn't shared with the majority of the class. Katsuki was actually quite at peace, calm even during the whole hike. He even looked serene, it was a new side to him that Izuku didn't even know he was capable of.

He wouldn't tell him that though, that would just needlessly piss his friend off. He wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth, and instead decided to absorb the scenery around him.

Apparently, the purpose of the hike was to enrich oneself. But most importantly, there was a temple deep in the forest, one that the teacher thought would be nice to talk about. The teacher made sure that everyone was paying attention by hinting some of the content would be present on a quiz.

Izuku didn't require an incentive to learn about things, in fact, he personally enjoyed it more than all of the walking.

In their free time, Izuku and Katsuki went for a run. Then, they proceeded to spar. Sparring became quite a common training procedure for the both of them, although it initially was one that Izuku strictly avoided.

Izuku was only recently convinced to spar with his friend after the benefits were explained to him in a concise manner. Katsuki never thought he'd have to put so much thought into why he should beat up someone. Regardless, the outcome ended up being the same.

After said spar, the boys in their class were given permission to use the open air spa in the inn. It was surprisingly uneventful. They did relax their muscles, and found the heat soothing for an otherwise tedious workout.

On the third day, Izuku messaged his two new acquaintances and told them he was leaving. Both were busy, but reiterated their goals, sent him farewells and promised to see him again. He felt happy to have meet the two aspiring heroes. One's who seemed genuine in their ambition at the very least.

Ashido was a nice girl, and one who clearly liked to help others. Izuku wasn't naive to what she did, she defused the problem. She actually managed to prevent Kaachan from causing a bigger scene.

Kirishima had a sense of insecurity, yet still strove to become a hero, he too attempted to prevent Kaachan from causing a scene. He was hot-blooded and passionate as well. His quirk may not have been flashy and was considered at a disadvantage by Kirishima himself. But that was simply testimony to his perseverance.

Izuku hoped he'd see them in UA. It motivated him even more to improve. Once he returned back from the trip, the first thing he wanted to do was immediately go to Mizuha's facility and work on his quirk control.

Naturally, his mother pinned him down and forced him to tell her everything about the trip first. Izuku was happy to indulge her. His motivation was never lacking, but that wasn't to say it couldn't be bolstered moreso. With even more support behind him, Izuku fully intended to increase his training regime.

He would never know what kind of ripples his seemingly inconsequential school trip would have.