I'm not a real big slow burn guy so I might just toss in the towel on trying to drag it out.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.

"Good morning, Aizawa-sensei."

The heavily casted man turned, seeing his green student sidling up beside him on the path through the campus.

"Midoriya." Nothing more was said as they both walked, the man slow as Izuku matched his pace. Both the man's arms were casted as well as bandages covering a majority of his face. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me before you tell the class?"

Izuku clenched the strap of his bag as his jaw grew terse.

"I'm sorry." The boy whispered, barely audible in the early spring breeze as they walked. Izuku held the front door open for his teacher, the man's gaze staring deep into his own.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." The man said simply, eyes half-lidded. "And what happened is not your fault, a fifteen year old should never have to shoulder the burden of others depending on him."

Izuku's grip tightens even more on the handle to the door as his knuckles go white, the man entering the building while Izuku slowly follows him in. They took the stairs slowly, one at a time.

"News will get out, the incident is already known by the police, it'll be covered in the news by the night. And with it, the fact that there's a boy with multiple quirks will get out." Aizawa rumbled, the Midoriya's face clenching at the words.

"I know." Izuku muttered, staring at the steps as they climbed them.

"Then you know there's going to be a lot of attention that comes with it, a lot of eyes." Aizawa shook his head. "From here on out; it'll only get worse."

With those words, the man stopped talking as they came to the floor of their class. Izuku stepped ahead and slid the door open for the man, hearing the lull of noise come to a stop at their appearance.

"Aizawa-sensei!" Ashido gasped at the sight of him, the man looking severely injured.

"I will recover." He said simply, stopping before his lectern and letting his gaze span across the room. "What happened yesterday was horrific, but life goes on. You can hate it, get mad about it, cry, no matter what; you keep going."

Many in the class seemed rather upset at the words, several having tears in their eyes at the loss.

"Yesterday's events have brought the start of a great many things. One of them is the Sports Festival." The class stilled.

"You mean we still-"

"Yes." Aizawa cut off the red-haired Kirishima boy who stared at his teacher in slack-jawed astonishment. "Now more than ever, U.A needs to give a good showing to prove that the villains that attacked yesterday will not break our spirit."

A long silence followed the man's words as everyone soaked in that information, the information that they would have to continue on as though nothing had happened.

"And, for the first time in it's history; U.A will become a boarding school." The class stared at him in surprise as the man struggled slightly to withdraw a stack of papers. "These are forms detailing what the accommodations will be as well as how it will work."

"What if we want to stay at home?" Kaminari asked warily.

"Then you can no longer attend U.A." More than one gasp was heard at the statement. "Those villains were there for All Might, they knew where and when he would be there which means they got a hold of the lesson plan. Which means they know about you as well."

"Our families..." Kyoka whispered, Aizawa nodding.

"Yes, there is a chance that these villains decide to get payback for being shown up at the U.S.J. Teachers will be coming to your houses in the coming weeks to answer any questions or concerns about this."

The papers fell onto the lectern as Aizawa let out a low sigh, the noise coasting over the whole room that was a pool of mixed emotions.

"Both Pro Heroes and other students will see the fact that you've all fought villains already as a good thing, no matter what your own opinion is on the matter." He drawled, several frowning or outright scowling at the words.

"The other classes will surely take it as a challenge so this is your one and only warning; don't take the Sports Festival lightly." The class nodded sporadically as many gained determined glints in their eye.

"And finally, Minoru's funeral is tomorrow night at six." The use of his first name made many grow chilled. "I don't care if you have prior arrangements or don't know what to wear; if you're not there I'm expelling you."

"Where, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked quietly, voice riding through the air.

"Kanagawa Cemetery. That ends homeroom." The man walked out easily and even Midnight's level of cheer couldn't uplift the class.

"That ends today's day, have a good day." Cementoss said simply, leaving the class alone. For a few moments, no one dared get up as the mood clung to them like a wet coat.

"I ain't gotta explain this to you extras do I?" Bakugo was the first to break the silence, standing with a relatively neutral look. "If that hand twitch fuckhead comes around again, I'll blow him away."

"I think what Bakugo is trying to say is," Yaoyorozu intervened lightly. "Next time, we'll be more prepared and ready."

"That is what I said Ponytail." The boy grunted, red eyes swiveling to Midoriya who was staring at his desk. "Deku, gonna explain where you got those quirks now?"

"Quirks? I only saw the additional one." Iida said with furrowed brows.

"Nah, Deku's quirkless. He used to be."

"It's true, his father thought he was." Asui remarked as Izuku winced at the mention. "Sorry."

"Spill Deku." Bakugo ordered, leaning against his desk with his hands in his pockets and a cold red glare that belied his explosive demeanor. Izuku clenched his jaw as he stared at his desk.

"Midoriya-san shouldn't have to explain himself, he is the reason Tsu-chan is alive right now." Yaoyorozu once more intervened, trying to play mediator of the class.

"Fuck that." Bakugo grunted out, red glare never leaving Izuku's still form. "It's got somethin' to do with what happened with that Sludge, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Izuku's whisper traveled through the room as the boy stood, head down as he seemed to think about his answer. The boy suddenly gave a low exhale, fist clenching to the point of white knuckles as he looked up, chin high.

"My quirk is one that is passed down from user to user, a power that grows with each user." Bakugo scoffed at the answer. "I am the first user to be able to use the other user's quirks."

"How many users have there been?" Todoroki spoke, the usually silent boy clearly curious.

"I'm the ninth." A groan went through the class.

"How are we meant to compete with that?" The cheerful voice of Aoyama was uncharacteristically despondent.

"What, you're all gonna give up just 'cuz Deku's got another quirk or two?" Bakugo's voice was rough and prideful as he rounded on the class. "As if that's enough to keep me from taking the top spot. I guess that's just the difference between a bunch of extras and true heroes."

"Bakugo, that's too-" Kirishima was cut off by the blonde kicking out an explosion over all of their heads, one that had a vicious bang and sent all of them wincing.

"Stuff it up your ass. If you all are so spooked that you'll give up on becoming a hero just 'cuz Deku's got a shit ton of quirks then you're all just a bunch of Deku's. If you wanna talk to me meet me in the top ten."

The blonde stormed away, sliding the door open with a slam only to pause at the sight of a veritable horde of students before the door.

"Who the hell are all you lot?" The explosive boy questioned with a thunderous glare, several taking a step back at the boy's aura.

"So, this is 1-A huh?" A pompous blonde boy appeared, walking to the front to meet Bakugo's glare. "You don't seem like you could defeat villains." The rest of 1-A stood behind Bakugo at the boy's words, meeting the gaze of the crowd.

"Wanna run that by me again Plain-Face?" Bakugo growled, hand popping as he took a step forward.

"Gladly." The unfamiliar boy stepped forward again, nearly forehead to forehead with the twitching Bakugo. "You're all just arrogant cowards."

"Why are you here?" It was Izuku who intervened, stepping up beside his childhood friend and staring frostily at the blonde boy.

"This is just us, declaring war." A purple-haired boy said, taller than most as his half-lidded gaze stared at the two in the door. "In the Sports Festival, a non-hero studies student can easily take a spot in a hero class if they do well. And it seems a spot just opened up, I wonder-"

Before anyone could react, Izuku's hand had darted out and grabbed the boy by the tie before making him eye-level with Izuku.

"He was a friend, don't disrespect his death."

"Let me go." Izuku's eyes widened, gaining a slight gloss hue as his grip lightened on the taller boy's tie. "Your resistance is respectable, but weak." The boy stepped back, brushing himself off as Izuku blinked, gaining awareness.

"A mind-control quirk..." Iida muttered as Bakugo practically radiated the want to fight.

"Fine." Izuku's tone was harsh at having been mind-controlled. In that next instant, astral wings burst from the boy's back as golden eyes replaced vivid green. Several students nearly leapt back at the sudden emergence. "Declaration accepted."

"You'd all best hope you don't get in my way, I'll gladly blow you back to the fucking gutter you crawled out of." Bakugo growled, hands popping as mutters swept through the crowd.

"So vulgar and arrogant, I shudder to think that you will be the heroes we look up to in the coming years." The purple-haired boy said with a shake of his head as he walked away.

"At least we'll be heroes, you'll never even graduate with that shitty quirk!" Bakugo roared after him, leveling his glare on the rest of the crowd. "Get outta my way." To enunciate his words, small explosions followed the boy as he walked, the crowd parting like leaves under a rake.

War had begun.

Izuku's form dripped with sweat as he leapt back, the swing of All Mech's large fist sailing through the air he had just occupied. The boy weaved back in, slamming three blows into the robot's rib cage before once more swerving away.

The Midoriya spun with a snap kick, the tip of his foot knocking the mech's chin up only for its large fist to knock the wind from the boy. He gasped at the sensation and tried his best to pant in some air as he whizzed through the air.

The only true warning the boy had was the thudding against the sand before he spun mid-air, bringing up an cross guard that left his bones creaking as he shot away due to the power behind that soulless punch.

He hissed in pain as he righted himself, digging tracks in the sand as he skid to a halt. The heavy robot landed hard, puffs of sand floating up and the mech was charging before they'd even fallen.

Izuku grit his teeth at the pain but fell into his simple southpaw stance, barely getting out a quick shaky breath in time before the distance was closed.

The boy swerved around the side of the blow easily and gave a short hop, spinning in the air as his heel slammed into All Mech's temple. The boy gave a grunt of pain at the abrupt throbbing in his ankle after the blow.

The stutter in his stance was all that All Mech required, easily grabbing the viridian-haired boy by the front of his thick hoodie before bringing the other fist around in a near-lethal blow in the boy's chest.

Izuku gasped at the pain, getting thrown from the impact and landing hard on his back before tumbling. He gave a cry of pain as his ankle jerked, the boy feeling tears of pain prickle at the edges of his eyes as he came to a stop slowly.

The young Midoriya had barely become aware of himself and used Float just in time to avoid the stomp that carved a six-inch hole in the soft sand. The boy hissed, now floating just a few inches off the ground as his ankle throbbed.

His eyes narrowed and let the grab from All Mech sail just past his shoulder, slamming his knee into the robot's armpit. His fist thrummed with power as he slammed it into the back of the robot's skull, sending it plummeting to the sand as his fist throbbed.

Izuku's teeth grit as he looked at the angry red of his fist, the pain of punching solid metal getting to him. He ignored it, clenching the pained fist tight as All Mech picked itself up in a straight vertical leap, seeming to hover in front of Izuku.

The boy slammed Float into his right leg, using it to spin just past the fist and into All Mech's guard before slamming his elbow into the solid jaw. It's head barely jerked at the blow, it's other hand grabbing him from behind before sending him hurtling through the air.

Harsh pants were escaping the boy as he did his best to face his opponent evenly, not wanting to present a weakness despite his aching ankle and throbbing knuckles.

First you ruin my life

Izuku's teeth gnashed together as the boy blew through the air, taking the initiative and stomping down on All Mech's chest before the bot could counter. He shot straight into the air, avoiding the retaliatory swipe.

Then your own mother's

Izuku snapped back down to the beach, slamming his fist into the robot's nape before slamming his knee into the center of it's back.

His forearm snapped up, blocking the backhand but still feeling his arm flare with pain at the never-yielding power of All Mech. He gasped with pain before throwing his good foot into the robot's extended arm.

It's response was that limb being shoved away but the other one coming around and slamming into Izuku's chest for the third time that training session.

Viridescent eyes were narrowed in pain as he grasped at his chest, the throbbing in his ankle near an afterthought as everything pulsed with pain.

And someone else's

The boy spat out the thick saliva that had built in his throat as All Mech burst forward, once more taking the initiative of the spar. Izuku glided into the guard of the robot easily, green eyes mere inches from daunting red gaze.

The boy's knee shot forward, Izuku's face contorting in a grimace at the pain while his fist rocketed down before sending All Mech back a few paces. Izuku used the chance for what it was and darted to the side.

His eyes widened as All Mech's hand clamped on his good leg before using it as leverage to slam him face-first into the sand. Izuku shuddered at the pain, feeling it ride over each and every single sense he had.

You just don't stop making things worse do you

Unbidden, Izuku's eyes changed color into a shining gold as his hands became encompassed in astral gauntlets the moment All Mech let go of his leg. The boy roared in a mixture of negative emotions as he snapped up.

The boy had rocketed from the ground and was hovering over All Mech in the span of a few moments as his right arm began to buzz with activity, faint lines spiraling around the limb.

His fist slammed into the back of All Mech's head with the sound of a small explosion and the robot sunk into the sand from the force of the blow.

"I am here." Izuku gasped, the mech standing somewhat easily at the command and just standing there. Izuku's breath was hot and heavy as he took in shuddering gasps. He slowly eased onto his own feet, feeling as though a small flame was being held close to all his digits.

His hands fell on his waist as he sucked in greedy mouthfuls of air, the adrenaline not yet fading and acting as a type of stimulation to keep the boy's awareness up and active.

"I must have like a Kidometer in me or something, I am the best at finding you." Izuku's neck craned to look at the woman approaching the beach, dressed in a simple sweater and jeans with a white scarf.

Izuku felt himself twitch as his dormant anger and self-loathing bubbled under the surface, the realization of hearing his own heart pound in his head being idly noticed by the viridian-haired youth.

"I have come with a three step plan!" She declared, walking closer and into the sand barefoot to reveal surprisingly normal sized feet. "Wanna hear it?"

Izuku slowly turned, fighting down the wince at the pain in his ankle as his breathing began to get easier with time.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Sheesh, you certainly went through the ringer." She murmured, tapping her jawline in a place he knew an ugly bruise would be in the morning. "Isn't there a limit to Plus Ultra?"

"I stopped."

"Someone's grouchy." She mumbled, the boy frowning at her even as she bounced up with her usual cocky grin. "Anyway, my plan is gonna fix that!"

"Not interested." He said instantly, clearly not wanting to deal with her antics.

"That sucks. Step one is find the Kid, accomplished! Step two is to get the Kid to spill about all his teenager angst crap! Step three, let Kid cry on shoulder before he realizes how awesome I truly am."

"Teenager angst?" He muttered, the woman nodding easily as she flicked a bang over her shoulder. "I don't have-"

"Yeah ya do." Rumi cut him off, smile still on her face. "You were angsty yesterday and you're angsty today. It shows with the whole grumpy face thing."

"It must be your presence." Izuku grumbled, popping his neck with an odd crunch. She gave a loud fake laugh at his quip.

"I am so not above hitting you." She whispered before her smile came back in full force. "Now, spill to your first and best girlfriend!"

"I thought Miruko and Rumi were different people." He remarked, flexing one hand as a way of working out the stiffness that had been beginning to take place.

"And you get to date both of 'em, you're so lucky! Now, spill before I break you." He gave a tired sigh, head lolling as though it were too heavy.

"I'm too tired." He said simply, beginning to float a few inches off the ground. She cracked her knuckles as her smile became sharp.

"You got one more chance before it's strike out." Izuku's stare was flat as he stayed suspended in the air. He took a deep breath through his nose but the palpable irritation still clung to him.

"Maybe tomorrow, Rumi-san. I really don't want to-"

"Strike three!" She called, the boy's eyes widening as she coiled low. He could barely bring his arm to protect his face by the time she slammed an ax-kick into his ribs and sent him plummeting to the ground.

He landed with a heavy thud that seemed to be drowned out by his scream of pain, the boy gripping his leg as she landed with slightly parted lips. She gave a sigh as a truly apologetic look came over her face.

"Sorry Kid, I didn't think your-"

"What do you want!?" He hissed, voice breaking as he ignored her hand and helped himself up with a long groan of pain. "All you do is push, and push, and push! Over, and over, and over, and over again all you do is ignore me!

"You don't care that I don't want to talk, you have to have your way!" He screamed, shouting at the top of his lungs to the woman who watched with a relatively neutral expression as large angry tears streaked down his face. "Why would I want to talk about it?

"Why would I wanna talk about my problems?! No one cared when I was quirkless but now everyone can't stop bothering me! When I was quirkless you all hated me! Then I got a quirk and everyone became my friend.

"But when everyone found out I had multiple quirks they started hating me, calling me lucky! How am I lucky?!" Izuku rasped, voice breaking as he fisted his own hoodie over his heart. "Now, everyone hates me for having more quirks than them! For being a monster!

"How, how do I be normal?! My own father tried to kill me because he couldn't stand me, because I was what ruined his life! I even got my own classmate killed, just because I was so damn weak! I even made my own mother-"

His sob was cut off by the woman's arms slinking around his neck and bringing his head into her shoulder. He gave a choked cry as her fingers stroked his hair soothingly while she hushed him softly.

It only took him a moment to slide his arms around her waist and pull her into him, the two becoming flush as he buried his face in her shoulder.

Izuku seemed to nearly hyperventilate as he gave a few anguished cries against her, the woman's face saddened as she squeezed him tight. His hands spanned across her back, trying to find more and more comfort as he sobbed.

She didn't protest the action as she squeezed him comfortingly, fingers beginning to comb over his scalp as he gave cracked shuddering breaths against her shoulder. It was several moments of just the noise of him breathing.

Her fingernails raked against his scalp and he groaned into her shoulder, nestling his head deep into the crook of her neck. His breathing began to even out as the tears stopped, the sadness momentarily gone in the face of comfort.

"My plan worked." She spoke, smug smirk on her face. Izuku hummed as his arms tightened around her waist, the woman's eyes widening ever so slightly. "Oh? So what, you cry on my shoulder and now get to snuggle?"

"This is your plan." He murmured against her sweater, moist breath warming her skin through the clothing as her eyes rolled.

"My plan had three steps, my plan's complete." Izuku made a noise between a groan and a hum as he pulled her even deeper into him, as though he was trying to get as much as he could.

"Thank you, Rumi-chan." He whispered, angling his head and wiggling himself between her scarf and neck. A light hue came to her cheeks as he hummed in contentment against her neck.

"For what?" She found herself extending her neck slightly as the boy practically smothered her neck.

"For caring." The words were soft and quiet, his lips moving against her skin as he spoke. Her lips twitched as her hands busied themselves with his hair.

"Of course, Kid."

Silence followed for several moments as they simply held each other, both enjoying the comfortable silence and not feeling the need to interrupt it. Izuku suddenly gave a questioning hum that vibrated against her skin.

She felt one of his hands edge down and her face flushed as she readied herself to hit him for trying something. She paused at the feeling of him poking her tail.

"Can you feel that?" He whispered, prodding the small fuzzy appendage. It twitched twice and Rumi herself twitched slightly from the oddly good feeling.

"Yeah, it's a part of me so, of course, I can feel it." He hummed again at her words. "What're you-ah!" She gasped, going ramrod straight as he suddenly grasped her tail like a small ball.

"How does it feel?" He rolled his hand around the tail and she squirmed against him, the boy not knowing what he was doing as he played with the tail. She put her hands on his collarbone and he stopped.

"Do that anymore..." She panted out, eyes heavy and barely open as they stared up at him with unbridled emotion. "You're gonna get a kick to the balls."

"Kay." He did his best to keep the fear out of his voice as his fingers interlocked around her waist, just over the tail. "Thanks again, Rumi-chan."

"How many times I gotta hear you say that?" The woman muttered, giving him a smirk that had him giving a small smile of his own. The tender bubble they'd been in popped with the chiming of a phone.

Izuku sighed, pulling away from her and fishing out his phone. He flipped it open, the woman before him quirking a brow at the phone.

"Yes." Izuku replied, the chalky voice on the other end indiscernible to the pro hero before him. "Yes, I just finished." Izuku flicked a finger over his brow. "Okay, bye."

"New rich dad?" Izuku smiled at her description, pocketing the cell.

"New rich dad." He confirmed. "Sorry."

"It's cool, Aka's probably gonna call me soon anyway." Izuku nodded understandingly, floating an inch high.

"I'm glad your plan worked." She rolled her eyes.

"It only took me getting screamed at and then cried on." He winced. "You're fine Kid." She flicked him in the forehead, chuckling at his small exclamation of pain.

"Well, if you ever have to cry. I owe you." He supplied, smiling as she snorted.

"I don't cry." Izuku shrugged, still smiling.

"If you say so Rumi-chan."

"I don't." She grumbled, the boy's smile dancing in her mind as he floated away.

"Midoriya!" Izuku glanced up, carrying a box as he walked. The boy was decked out in his usual workout attire since he didn't have any idea what type of clothes to wear. It was moving day for class 1-A, the start of the weekend, and Mineta's funeral all wrapped into one day.

"Hey, Kirishima." The viridescent haired youth gave the ever-positive redhead a grin of his own as he shuffled the box to free a hand.

"So, which room's yours? I've been assigned as the meet and greet guy." Midoriya blinked, setting down the box as he fished into his pocket for the number. "Didn't they move your stuff for you?"

"Yeah, this is just my personal stuff." Kirishima gave an understanding nod as Izuku scanned his scrap of paper. "2-F, Room A."

"That's tough, I'm on 4-F. Hey, have you seen everyone else?"

"No?" Izuku replied, scratching his ear lobe. "I think you're the first person I've seen."

"Alright, well we're all doing like a meet-up thing later for lunch." Kirishima revealed, sharp teeth grinning. "The kitchen's super stocked so I'm gonna be grilling some stuff, you there?"

"Sure, sounds cool. Where?" Kirishima jerked his head back, the large main area of the building behind him. "Yeah, sure thing."

"Cool, need a hand?"

"No thanks, I've got it." Izuku easily picked up the box as Kirishima gave him another grin.

"Your manliness has really gone up since... ya know." Izuku gave him a strange look.

"Thanks?"

"No problem!" The redhead was oblivious to Midoriya's lack of understanding, giving the shorter boy a thumbs up. "There's an elevator right there and there's some stairs next to it."

"Thanks." Midoriya followed the instructions and glided up the elevator, trapping the box against his hip as he unlocked his door. It was a rather simple room with fairly bland décor.

The boy stared at the single thing out of place, a small package about the size of a tissue box wrapped on the desk. He quirked a brow and set down the box beside the bed, sliding the light present into his hand.

He plucked the note, revealing the package from All Might with the only message being Plus Ultra Responsibly whatever that meant.

The muscled boy shrugged and moved past the note, peeling off the wrapping paper.

"GAH!"

Midoriya was breathing hard, hands tucked into his pockets as though burned while the discarded box of condoms sat on his bed; as though taunting him. The boy shuddered, slapping his hands off on his pants.

He plucked the box with two fingers and tossed it onto his dresser, putting it out of his mind. He turned back around, ripping open his moving box and sighing as he began to sift through the contents.

A few notebooks that acted as journals, his sole remaining All Might figurine that the man had signed himself, and a thermos.

He withdrew a small alarm clock, setting it on the nightstand and a small lamp beside it. A brand new package of pens and a few other office supplies were laid on his desk in short order before the boy came to the last thing in his box.

He thumbed his nose with a sniffle and a sad smile, propping up the sole picture he had of him and his mother on his nightstand.

The boy stared at it for several moments before shaking his head ruefully, folding the box and leaning it against the dresser before turning to the elephant of the room.

An entire fifth of the room was cornered off by a curtain, behind which rested All Mech. All Might had already recalibrated it's home coordinates and pathing trajectory so that it wouldn't come stomping through the building.

The young Midoriya hummed, pinching his chin as he stared at the tall covered mech.

"How do I get you out?" He murmured, looking at the door that was a good foot and change smaller than the mech. He turned to the balcony, also shorter than the mech. Izuku frowned, scratching his head.

"Hey, Midoriya, you in there?" The boy blinked at the call, turning and opening his door. Kaminari grinned almost sheepishly at him. "Kirishima told you about lunch right?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda looking forward to it." The electric blonde gave a nod.

"Cool, it just got moved to a brunch." Izuku blinked. "C'mon, don't wanna be late."

"Oh kay..." The green-haired boy said warily, following the blonde out as he locked his door.

"So, you're the only floor with no girls on it by the by." Kaminari remarked, hands tucked in his pockets and some casual band clothes donned.

"Really?" The Midoriya replied, Kaminari humming his affirmative.

"Yeah, it's just you, Tokoyami, and Aoyama down here."

"Where are you?" The blonde grinned.

"I'm on 3-F, Me, Iida, Ojiro, and Kouda." Midoriya nodded slowly. "Then there's Jiro."

"I guess we really don't have many girls in class do we..." Izuku muttered, Kaminari humming.

"Yeah, the girls we have just kinda make it seem like there's a bunch of 'em." The viridescent youth was slow in his response as he nodded distractedly. "You were the last one and I got sent 'cuz Jiro just yelled at me to do it, crazy girl."

"Are you guys dating?" Izuku asked, the blonde turning to him with a wild stare. "Ah, sorry sorry!" Izuku backpedaled as he waved his arms back in forth at the dark look in Kaminari's eye.

"Midoriya, promise me. If I ever decide to date Jiro..." The blonde clamped his hands on Izuku's shoulders, a grave look in his eye. "Kill me."

"That's a bit-"

"Promise!" Kaminari barked, jostling the Midoriya who pried himself free.

"Okay, okay. If you ever decide to date Jiro-san, I will remind you about this conversation." The loopy boy gave a firm nod.

"I accept these terms." The two stepped off of the elevator, wandering down the hall and into the main area. "I found him!"

Izuku perked up at the sound of sizzling meat and the smell of wondrous char and seasoning. He turned to the large open kitchen comprised of counters and cook tops set up in the corner of the large, expansive, main room.

"Midoriya-kun!" The boy turned at the personal honorific attached to his name, the bubbly pink-skinned Ashido smiling at him. "Show me your wings!"

"Mina..." The tall class vice called, sat on a couch beside Iida and Asui. "You can't just say that, Midoriya-san has more than enough reason to say no."

"But it would be so cool!" The girl whined, yellow eyes on a black sclera stared up at him pleadingly. "Please? I only got to see it for like a few seconds before."

"That doesn't make him-"

"Oi." The low threatening voice of Bakugō rumbled over the room, the teen striding out of the hall in a black tank top and sweats. "Deku, if you're gonna start poppin' out wings then you'd better be ready to use 'em."

Izuku turned, meeting the red-eyed gaze of his childhood friend as they stared down one another.

"Was there some type of sleeveless rule that I didn't get the memo on?" Kaminari asked, appearing next to the two with a banana in hand.

"Piss off Dunce Face." Bakugō growled, leveling the other blonde with a glare before turning back to Izuku.

"I'm not letting you boss me around, Kacchan."

"Then do something about it, Nerd." The ash-blonde rasped, teeth gnashing in a glare as he stepped forward. Izuku met his stride and the two were barely a foot apart before Mina put herself between them. "Outta the way Raccoon Eyes."

"First off, rude." She remarked, pointing at the frothing blonde. "Second, let's all cool out yeah? I mean, we're gonna be together for like the next three years. We can't not get along."

"Let them hash it out." Kirishima chimed in, heads swiveling to the toned redhead who shrugged. "That's the only way grudges get solved. I've got three brothers, I know what I'm talking about."

"We can't just let them beat each other black and blue." Jiro remarked, twirling an ear lobe.

"Who the hell said anything about let?" Bakugō growled, hand popping as Mina jumped away with a yelp. "For a bunch of extras, you all sure do like getting in my shit."

"See?" Kirishima pointed out, open palm gesturing to them. "Let them do their thing, clear sailing for the rest of our time."

"C'mon Deku, do something." Bakugo threw a lazy backhand, the freckled boy blocking it with his forearm and sending a straight jab for Bakugō's face.

Izuku coughed as he was kicked away, slamming into a chair as Bakugo was thrown hard into an opposing couch. They both shot up, rearing for retribution only to still at the sight of their homeroom teacher.

"Maybe I should expel you both, save myself the headache." The man rumbled, somehow leveling them both with a stare despite them being in opposite directions.

"Aizawa-sensei, this is my-" Iida was cut off by the man's piercing glare.

"The Sports Festival is in two weeks. If you're going to fight, do it in front of a camera and make U.A some money. If I hear a faint whisper of you two fighting outside of the Sports Festival or a Heroics class, you'll both be off this campus quicker than you can spell U.A."

The two boys sat in their seats, both emitting their own rendition of anger and irritation.

"Kirishima, where's mine?"

The redhead chuckled at the humor, the laugh slowly dying as his teacher's face didn't so much as twitch.

"Here?" The boy raised a small bowl of rice with sauced beef on it. The man's scarf snatched it and placed it in his cast arms easily.

"Good, I'll see you all at five."

The man left with those words, leaving the entire class silent for a long while.

"Who else but Aizawa-sensei?" Kaminari asked, shaking his head with a smile. He paused at the looks he got from everyone else.

"What?"

The funeral was a somber affair, leaving the class despondent and morose as they lounged in the main area of their building. The mood clung to them like a blanket as they sat around the room, slumped in couches or armchairs.

"Alright, that's enough." Kirishima broke the silence, drawing attention to the boy who'd undone his tie and offed his jacket near as soon as they got back, spouting that it was more manly to wear it that way. "We're done being sad!"

"Oh, thanks I feel so much better." The flat voice of Jirō summed up the group's thoughts quite well, her sarcasm scathing. To his credit, Kirishima didn't even seem phased by the antics of the punk rock girl.

"We're gonna do something fun to get our minds in the right place! C'mon, it's moving day!"

"It was Mineta's funeral too." Izuku commented, sat hunched forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Well, we're gonna have fun in his honor! Now c'mon, let's all check out each other's rooms!" The group sat in silence for a bit before mumbling their assent, all rising.

"Who's first?" Yaoyorozu asked, being the ever responsible Vice for the class.

"I'll go first! Third floor!" It was Kaminari who said the words, bursting forward and into the elevator. The class trailed through the elevators, heading to Kaminari's room even as Izuku's head was somewhere else.

The viridescent youth followed the group, not truly paying attention as they started to roam from room to room. Instead, his mind was focused on what had happened at the funeral.

The crying faces of the boy's mother and father stuck with Izuku, right alongside Mineta's own terrified face moments before he was reduced to dust. His mind slowly went darker, thinking of the words of his father.

Right alongside them bounced the words of Shigaraki, both belittling him even as Shigaraki offered his hand. Izuku's face drew into a frown at the thought that a villain thought he would join.

Finally, the image of Shigaraki's grin taunted him as it stayed at the forefront of his mind.

Izuku gave a grunt as he walked into something as solid as a brick wall, looking up to see the turned head of Shōji looking back at him.

"Midoriya, it's your turn." The boy blinked, Kirishima's sharp grin blinding as they stood before his door.

"Ah, sorry." He slowly withdrew his key, sliding it into the lock.

"I wonder what Midoriya-kun keeps in his room?" The voice of Mina made the boy become nervous for no reason as he held open the door. All in all, it wasn't vastly different from the others.

The small corner containing All Mech and his more high quality bed was really it.

"OF COURSE!" Kaminari darted into the room, Izuku paling as the boy gestured to the box of condoms. "A nice bed, condoms? I guess only the best for Miruko, hm?"

"Large Fit, very nice Izuku-kun." Izuku just blushed at the words of Asui, not bothering to refute since they won't believe him.

"So, what's Miruko like in the sack?" Kaminari sidled up to Midoriya with an eyebrow waggle. His look promptly turned into a grimace as he was punched in the gut, collapsing to the ground with a whine of pain.

"That means she's great." Kirishima said with a cheeky grin, face promptly hardening as Izuku hit him. A loud chink went through the room. "Dang Midoriya, nice knuckles."

"So, what's behind the curtain?" Mina asked, slowly going deeper into the room. Izuku gulped.

"Nothing."

"I bet it's a life size All Might statue." Izuku nearly sweat dropped.

"Oh, it is a life size All Might statue." Izuku let out a breath of relief at the comment from Yaoyorozu, the class looking at All Mech and not knowing it's true purpose.

"Well, at least we know he uses protection." The class cackled at Midoriya's misfortune as they filed out of the room. Izuku gave another glance to All Mech, letting out a sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him.

It's best they not know of the strongest robot in the world that's in Midoriya's room.

With this chapter, A New Dynamic is now rated M.