Bakugo stared at the cream-colored ceiling, the machine next to him beeping rhythmically as he fought off the drowsiness that was a side-effect of Recovery Girl's quirk. He didn't turn when he heard the door open, nor when the person sat beside his bed. He didn't even look when Aizawa-sensei said his name.
"Bakugo," the man's monotone voice belied no emotion, yet Katsuki could still hear the disappointment in his tone, "This is very serious."
"No shit," the blond spat, staring even more intensely at the ceiling.
"The claims Midoriya made…" the man trailed off, Bakugo risking a sideways glance. If Izuku's feral grin during their fight had been the personification of fear, then Aizawa's current expression was the very meaning of rage, "I should expel you on the spot. In fact, I should make sure that you are punished for every single charge that has been leveled against you over the past eight years. Probably more."
Bakugo flinched. He could hear the "but" hovering in the air between them, though he had no idea what it meant.
"Midoriya woke up about twenty minutes ago," Aizawa continued, drawing a confused look from the teen, "Quirk backlash. He passed out after I was forced to erase his quirk."
Bakugo scowled. Of course that useless shit would pass out from something as pathetic as quirk backlash. The worst Bakugo had to deal with was fractured forearms, and that fucking nerd could heal! What backlash could be so bad to make him pass out?
"He asked…no, pleaded, that we not expel you," Bakugo froze, his head snapped around to stare at Aizawa in shock as the man continued, "He said that if we expelled you, he would have to go as well. He said that he almost killed you out there. That he wanted to. That he was going to. But only just managed to stop himself."
Bakugo stared at the man, breath quickening as he felt his mouth go dry, the memory of Izuku's cold gaze as he had raised his arm coming back to him. He could believe it.
"I knew. About the charges the Midoriya's made," the words hung in the air between them for a moment, "I've known since the first day."
"You…what? Then…" Bakugo breathed, unable to process what he had just heard, "How? Why?"
"What? You think an Underground Hero like me wouldn't do full background checks on his students?" Aizawa grumbled, leaning back in his seat, "I didn't expel you then because I saw potential in you. Apparently so does Midoriya."
"Why?" his voice cracked as he repeated the word, tears threatening to drip from his eyes.
"I have no idea. But right now, we can't risk letting Izuku go," Aizawa sighed, "His quirk is too dangerous. He needs to be monitored and helped to learn how to control it properly. So, you get to stay. For now."
Bakugo nodded slowly, fighting back the tears as hard as he could.
"But," the word was like a punch to his gut, hitting harder than even Izuku had, "One slip up. One misstep. And you are gone. Understood?"
Bakugo simply nodded, not trusting his own voice at that moment. He watched as his Homeroom teacher stood and walked towards the door, before pausing.
"Oh, and you'll be having mandatory counselling sessions with Hound Dog starting Monday after school," the teacher's eyes seemed to harden behind the bandages that covered his face, "Don't even think about skipping them. You play hooky, you're expelled. Got it?"
Aizawa left, closing the door quietly behind him. Bakugo lay back on the bed, breath slowing as he thought over what he had just heard.
Outside, Aizawa sighed as he heard the sobs begin, a long wailing cry echoing down the empty hallway as he walked away.
"My, that was quite the show you put on, young man," the bear-rat-dog thing that was Principal Nedzu chuckled over his cup of tea, Izuku sitting across the large mahogany desk from the chimera, "I'm interested to see what you do next."
"Well, that's why we're here, isn't it?" Izuku chuckled nervously, wishing he could have downed some blood before coming in, the Blood Drunkenness would have boosted his confidence.
"Now, now, you should learn to handle things on your own, not rely on the effects of your quirk," the Principal chuckled as Izuku stared at him in shock.
"R-right, uhm…onto my…my proposal then," Izuku managed to say, taking a deep breath as he began, "I want to propose a new Hero Course. Or more specifically a new type of Hero Course. One specifically tailored towards Underground Heroics."
The chimera steepled his fingers as he leaned forwards onto his desk, his grin twitching up almost imperceptibly.
"I'm listening."
Izuku stared out over the glowing city, cold night air brushing against his skin as he sat on the edge of the roof. He didn't look up when his Sire approached, the older man sliding down beside him. The two sat in silence for a while, Izuku listening to the sound of flapping fabric as the wind caught at his Sire's clothes.
"Young one."
The words pierced the silence, echoing in Izuku's ears as he looked blankly ahead.
"I almost killed him," Izuku whispered, his Sire simply nodding, "I was so close. I almost did it. I barely stopped myself."
"That is true," the words made the teen flinch, looking over at his Sire as the man spoke, "In that regard, you have already surpassed me."
"S-Sire?" Izuku gasped, staring at the man, "W-what are you saying…?"
"The first time I lost control, I killed a man," the older Vampire sighed, "He wasn't a friend. Rather, he was someone who had hurt a friend of mine. I let my emotions get the better of me and I killed him. Brutally. I was maybe 12."
The two sat silently for a while more, Izuku looking back out over the city. It was strange to hear his Sire admit to murder. Stranger still that it didn't seem to worry him.
"What am I going to do?" the teen sighed, leaning back on his arms.
"What you set out to do," the older man chuckled, watching the teen, "Become a Hero."
"But can I? Everyone saw me! They saw what I did! What I almost did!" Izuku shouted, jumping to his feet, and staring at his Sire with tears in his eyes, "They saw me… They saw me be a monster…"
"That they did," the older man replied simply, driving Izuku to a startled silence. After a moment the teen spoke again, his voice quiet.
"I'm scared, Sire."
"As you should be," the man nodded, getting to his feet as he placed a gentle hand on Izuku's shoulder, "As all men and women should be. But you must not let that fear consume you. Rather, you must learn to wield it, to use it to your advantage. If you fear losing control, then you will fight all the more to retain it."
"I…" Izuku paused, looking up at the man as he wiped away his tears, "Thank you, Sire."
"Of course, I am here to help."
"And you haven't said "for lack of a better word" once yet either!" Izuku chuckled.
"Oh?" the man smiled, his fangs reflecting in the light of the city, "Is that an, for lack of a better word, improvement?"
Izuku let out a loud groan before he joined his Sire in chuckling, the two laughing together on the dark rooftop.
The door of the classroom slid open, the class falling silent as they stared at the person that entered. Bakugo glared back, his usual scowl still on his face as he stalked silently through the room. The other students stepped aside as he walked by, shooting them glares as he passed, almost challenging them to say anything. He looked up, seeing the three people crowded around the desk just behind his, almost forming a wall between it and him, before a hand pushed them aside, revealing the green-haired teen in his seat.
Bakugo paused as he got to his desk, staring at Izuku for a moment.
"Deku," he muttered before turning away and flopping into his chair.
"Kacchan," Izuku replied with a nod, the rest of the class watching closely.
After a while, the students turned back to their groups, talking again until the warning bell rang. They sat in their seats just as Aizawa walked in, devoid of bandages, his expression looking even more tired than usual.
"Right," the teacher groaned, pulling a remote out from the podium, "You all performed satisfactorily in the Sports Festival, and so, several of you got a number of Internship offers."
He clicked the remote, a screen descending from the ceiling, displaying a list of names and numbers, bars indicating the differences.
"Woah!" Sero shouted excitedly, "I actually got a bunch of offers!"
"That's just because they felt bad for you, Mr. "Don't mind it"!" Kaminari teased as Sero deflated, "But check out Todoroki! He got over four thousand offers without even placing!"
Izuku glanced at the dual-element user. He had withdrawn from the third-place match, apparently going home soon after his match with Izuku, and allowing Kirishima to come third. Izuku hadn't been able to attend the ceremony, still recovering from his quirk backlash, and apparently neither had Bakugo. He'd watched Kirishima be handed his bronze medal by All Might on the news later that night, images of his and Bakugo's faces on the screen beside the video as the news anchor talked about the fights. To say he was more than a little jealous was an understatement.
"Bakugo also got more than a thousand!" Mina cried, cutting herself off a moment later, "Even though-!"
"Even though what, Raccoon eyes?" Bakugo hissed from his seat, glancing at Aizawa a moment later, the teacher not reacting.
"Nothing!" she hummed, sitting back down, "Though Midoriya got quite a few offers as well."
Izuku started, looking just below Bakugo's name, his own appearing on the screen, the number 273 beside it.
"Congratulations, Izuku!" Ochako called from across the room, giving him a thumbs up as he blushed.
"You also got offers, Ochako," he mumbled, the brunette just nodding as she looked at the screen.
"Enough chatter," Aizawa sighed, "You'll all be participating in the Internships. Don't worry if you didn't get any offers, we have a list of Hero Agencies affiliated with UA that you can choose from. But right now-,"
"YOU NEED TO CHOOSE YOUR HERO NAMES!" Midnight shouted as she threw open the door, cutting Aizawa off, a bundle of whiteboards under her arm as she strode into the room, "And I'm here to help!"
The class cheered and talked excitedly as they handed out the boards and markers, Midnight flitting from desk to desk to make sure everyone was properly equipped. Izuku looked over to Iida, his friend sitting a little more stiffly in his seat than usual, glaring at the board. The blue-haired teen's pen hovered just above the pristine surface, tracing a letter through the air. Izuku hadn't spoken to Iida since the Festival, the teen seeming lost in his own thoughts since the morning and not having answered any of Izuku's messages over the weekend.
Izuku turned to his own board, staring at the blank surface as he removed the cap of his marker. If it were another life, he almost certainly would have tried to base his Hero name off of All Might's, but it just didn't feel right to him anymore. Were there any names from his past that worked? The only one that came to mind was "Deku", and he definitely wasn't going to use that. He stared at the board as his other classmates stepped forwards, giving their suggestions, most being passed, though Mina's was vetoed on warnings of plagiarism. He looked down at his hand, thinking of the blood that flowed through him, that was his source of power and main method of attack. Inspiration blossomed in his mind.
He stood slowly as Bakugo stalked back to his desk, his second name already being denied, smiling as he stepped behind the podium, holding the board up.
"I am "Shinku"," he said proudly, Midnight nodding sagely beside him.
"Using the symbols for "True" and "Red", huh?" she hummed, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up, " "Crimson", like the color of blood, a good fit for your quirk. Any ideas for your title or epithet?"
"Well…" Izuku trailed off.
"So, who are you going to intern with?" Ochako asked as the three of them sat on the roof, watching as Izuku drank from Tsuyu's arm, a slight glint of jealousy in her eyes.
"Oh," Izuku mumbled as he pulled back, licking his lips slightly, "Uhm, I was actually hoping to go to someone not on my list."
"Not on your list, kero?" Tsuyu asked, rubbing the spot he'd bitten, the holes already sealed up, "How are you going to do that?"
"Well," Izuku grinned at the two girls, "I guess I'll just ask him."
"Sensei?"
Sekijiro Kan looked up at the question, eyebrows raised at the student standing in front of him, "Can I help you, Midoriya?"
"Yes, Sensei," the teen said slowly, shifting slightly nervously, "I was…uhm… I was wondering if…maybe…I could intern with you?"
Kan blinked. He hadn't expected that. Not at all.
"You do realize that I'm not a very active Hero, right?" he asked, Izuku nodding, "I mainly focus on being a teacher, only going on patrol once or twice a week?"
"I know, but…I think you'll have the most to teach me. Particularly about…that."
"That? What are you talking about, Midoriya?" he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"About…well, public relations," the answer surprised Kan again, giving the teen a more serious inspection, "I mean, you also have a…a kind of scary quirk. No offense!"
"None taken, young man," the teacher chuckled, getting up as he placed a reassuring hand on the fidgeting boy's shoulder, "I take it you're worried about how the public will view you after the…incidents at the Sports Festival?"
"Y-yes, Sensei."
"Alright, I can understand your worries. I'll take you as an intern," Kan smiled at the sparkle that appeared in Izuku's eyes, "I'll have to change my schedule for the week around a little to get you out on a few extra patrols, but it shouldn't be a problem."
"Sorry to inconvenience you, Sensei," the teen mumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"Not at all, I'm a teacher, it's my job to help our students."
Izuku watched Iida's back as the teen stood away from the rest of the class, his costume case clutched tightly in his hand as he gripped the strap of his backpack.
"Iida," he spoke, walking up beside him, "Are you okay?"
"I am fine, Midoriya," the stern teen answered flatly, glaring ahead of him, "Thank you for asking."
"Oh…well, if there's anything wrong, you know that you can talk to me…or Ochako or Tsu, right? Probably also Ojiro. We're your friends after all."
"There is nothing that needs to be said, Midoriya," Iida replied, "I am fine. Just…expectant of what I'll learn on this internship."
"Right," Izuku muttered, stepping away slightly, "Just remember, we're here for you if you need it. Only a phone call away."
Iida nodded as Izuku wandered back to Aizawa's side, shuffling awkwardly, the only student on the train platform without his costume case or a bag of clothes.
He paused as he drew near, catching the tail end of the conversation between his teacher and Todoroki.
"-and you're sure about this? After what you said during the Sports Festival no one would blame you. Especially with the invest-," Aizawa muttered, Izuku's sensitive ears just barely able to pick up his words.
"Yes," Todoroki growled, interrupting the man as his eyes darted to Izuku, a deep scowl forming on his face, "I...I need to learn to be stronger. To get over this...fear. Of my fire. Of myself. And there is no one better."
"If there are any problems, let me know immediately," Aizawa sighed as the teen turned away, "We have another agency ready to receive you if necessary."
Todoroki just nodded as he walked away, Izuku approaching once the other teen was out of ear shot.
"Did I really need to come, Sensei?" he asked the slouching man as he stood beside him, deciding it was best not to pry about his classmates choice of internship, "I mean, I'm basically interning at UA."
"I figured you'd at least like to see your friends off, Midoriya," the teacher sighed, eyes darting to Iida for a split second, "If you'd prefer, you can go wait in the bus for us to return."
"N-no! That's okay!" Izuku said hurriedly, stepping towards Ochako and Tsuyu, who were casting glances at him as they talked with some of the other girls, "I'll just go talk to my friends until they leave then!"
Aizawa nodded, turning away as the green-haired teen hurried towards the small group, his eyes going back to Iida as his student looked up at the departure board.
"So, give me a breakdown of your quirk, Midoriya."
Izuku and Vlad King stood in one of the many training facilities that littered UA's grounds, the Pro watching his intern closely as the teen nodded.
"So, I'm basically a Vampire. My quirk is powered by the blood I drink. I can also sometimes gain powers from the blood I consume, but only if I drink it directly from a person. And even then, it's not guaranteed that I'll gain something."
"Like what happened with Bakugo," Vlad King muttered, Izuku nodding.
"That was…that was more like an enhancement to a power I already had," Izuku explained, lifting a hand as it crumbled to dust, "I call it Ash Form, I acquired it after I drank some of the blood of one of the Villains that attacked us at the USJ. He had some kind of disintegration quirk, so I think they're linked. I could only use it on one hand at first, though after drinking from Kacchan, I can now turn both my arms up to the elbows into ash. It can also…do other things."
"Other things?"
Izuku nodded, pulling a notebook from…somewhere, and tearing out a corner of one of the pages. Kan watched as the ash from his hand swirled around the paper for a moment, before it began to curl, the edges darkening, bursting into flame a moment later.
"I can heat up the ash. Enough to scorch most surfaces and even…even burn skin," Izuku mumbled the last part as he dropped the burning paper, Vlad King nodding slowly.
"And your other…powers?"
"Flight and Blood Control. Flight is pretty simple, it allows me to fly for a short while, though it is limited by the amount of blood I have stored," Izuku said, suddenly floating several feet off the ground, "And Blood Control is…well, it's basically a version of your quirk, Sensei. Except I can't draw the blood back into myself after I release it, or do anything fancy like harden it."
"Hmm, and that's also why you came to me, isn't it? I've noticed your use of it is quite limited, mainly stabbing or binding, though it is quite weak at the latter."
"Y-yes, that was why…why I was…" Izuku muttered something Kan couldn't quite hear, the Hero sighing as he knelt in front of the embarrassed teen.
"Why you were what, Midoriya?" he asked gently, watching as the teen swallowed, before blurting out his question.
"I was wondering if you'd let me drink some of your blood!" Kan nodded, having expected the request, "I think…I think it may help me Enhance Blood Control!"
"I figured," Kan chucked as he got back to his feet, rolling one of his sleeves up, "Well then, no time like the present, hey? We'll want as much time as possible to figure out and train with any new power you may gain."
Izuku nodded as he stepped up to the offered arm, opening his mouth as his fangs extended.
Izuku checked his costume again, glancing around the street nervously as the two of them walked around one of the neighborhoods surrounding UA.
The Support Department had all but insisted that they be allowed to create his next costume, despite his assurances that he had plenty of usable clothes from his Sire. They had taken this as a challenge, basically emptying his closet at home of all the outfits he had been given to use as inspiration, shocking his mother at their sudden intrusion. Some of them had marveled at the quality and apparent age of some of the garments, promising to return them unharmed after they were done. And that was how Izuku, or, because he was on patrol right now, Shinku, found himself in his new costume.
If his last outfit had been slightly smart, this one was downright elegant. A high collared forest green shirt was mostly hidden under a dark grey waistcoat and fitted suit jacket, long tails hanging off the back of the jacket almost reaching the floor. The fabric was embroidered with flowing designs that were invisible to the eye until they reflected the light just right, revealing disturbing images of monsters and demons across his whole body. He also wore a comfortable pair of slacks, fitted perfectly to his legs. Hanging from his neck was the familiar dark red skinny tie, and his now lightly modified red dress shoes on his feet, white cotton gloves on his hands.
Izuku felt like he wouldn't look out of place serving lunch to some wealthy aristocrat in this outfit. But the style wasn't all that was special about it. The entire thing was made and reinforced with special stab, cut and heat resistant fabrics and Kevlar, padded and armored in specific areas to provide him maximum protection while not reducing his range of movement at all. Apparently, the armor had been the brainchild, or "baby", of Mei Hatsume, the Support student from the Sports Festival. The entire look was topped off by a simple black domino mask, because "Heroes have to have a mask!" according to the more enthusiastic of the Support students, and some kind of magical hair gel that was actually managing to keep his usually wild hair slicked back at least somewhat neatly.
"You look good," Vlad King muttered beside him as Izuku tried not to fidget with the tie, "It suits you."
"Thank you, Sensei," Izuku mumbled, "I just…It feels a little too…formal? To be a Hero costume?"
"Huh," the man chuckled, "You should see Monoma's costume. I wouldn't doubt that he'd be envious of yours."
"Speaking of, how is he after the…sparring incident?" Izuku asked, "I think he's been avoiding me. I didn't even see him during the Sports Festival."
"Probably," Vlad King growled lightly, "He was badly shaken up after his quirk wore off. He ended up missing several days of classes to recover."
"Oh," Izuku said, looking down, "I, uhm…I wanted to apologize."
"He'll recover from it eventually," the man said solemnly, patting Izuku reassuringly on the shoulder, "He's strong willed enough. He'll have to be, all of you will. You'll all have to face a lot of scary, sometimes horrifying, things in the world of Heroes."
Izuku nodded as they walked into a shopping district, the concentration of people getting denser as they moved through.
"Hey Vladdy!" a woman in a tight red dress called, winking at the Pro as he gave a casual wave back.
"How are you doing, big boy?" another called as they walked past a shop, Vlad King just nodding as Izuku stared.
"Oh, aren't you a handsome little Hero!" another shouted, waving at the two of them, Izuku blinking for a moment as he realized she was talking to him.
"S-sensei?" he squeaked.
"You get all sorts, kid. You'll get used to it," Vlad King chuckled, looking around, his eyes going wide a moment later, "In fact, I think I see some potential fans of yours coming this way right now."
"F-fans?!" Izuku squawked, looking around in confusion, until his eyes fell in the approaching group.
Goths. That was the only way Izuku could describe them. Black clothes covered in various occult symbols or band names in a font Izuku couldn't read. Belts hung loosely across chests or from waists, and piercings lined faces covered in pale makeup, thick black eyeliner or eyeshadow ringing their eyes.
"Hey," the man in front mumbled, slouched over as he gave the pair a disinterested glance before focusing on Izuku, "You're that Vampire kid from UA, right?"
"Uhm…yes?" Izuku managed, trying to keep his voice steady as the intimidating man in front of him just nodded.
"Cool."
"Uhm…yeah, nice to meet you," Izuku tried to step around them, stopping when several of the group stepped in front of him.
"Hey, uh…" one of the younger ones muttered, reaching for something in their pocket, "Could I, like, get your autograph?"
"What?" Izuku stared in mild shock as the Goth held out a small notebook, the cover filled with doodles of skulls and demons, the teen looking at him expectantly as he snapped out of his surprise, "Oh! Yes, sure!"
He quickly, but carefully, wrote his Hero name in the notebook, doing the same as the other members of the group crowded around him, offering their own items to be signed.
"You're pretty cool," the leader grunted as he turned away, Izuku glancing at the only member of the group who hadn't so much as moved since they'd approached him and Vlad King, her eyes wide as she stared at him, "I hope you become a good Hero."
"T-thank you!" Izuku smiled slightly, the man nodding to him as he began to lead the group away, glancing back when the girl didn't follow.
"Elizabeth?"
"DRINK MY BLOOD! PLEASE!" the shout startled Izuku as the girl rushed forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing his face into her neck.
He shuddered slightly as he inhaled, able to smell the faint scent of her blood through the thick mix of perfume and makeup. He heard a barking laugh as his face lit up red, desperately struggling out of her grasp to see Vlad King grinning at him.
"Please! Make me your undead bride!" the girl continued, drawing several glances from other shoppers, her eyes wild as she pawed at Izuku's chest.
"I-I'M SORRY! I CAN'T!" Izuku shouted, trying to back away from her as the group watched, the leader slapping a hand to his face and stepping towards them, "I…I ALREADY HAVE TWO!"
The group froze, the girl staring at Izuku in shock for a moment, before seeming to deflate. The leader stepped up a moment later, gripping her shoulder and leading her back to the group, where he muttered something to her, the girl seeming to perk up. Izuku smiled weakly as she turned to look at him, giving him a wink and blowing a kiss, making the teen blush even more.
"Well, you handled that better than I expected," Vlad King chuckled as the group of goths walked off, Elizabeth still glancing back at Izuku until they rounded a corner, "Well done."
"Why didn't you do anything?" Izuku hissed, fighting back tears, "I thought I was going to die of embarrassment!"
"Hey," the older man sighed contentedly as he wiped his eyes, "You're the one who wanted to learn about public relations. I think you learnt plenty just now."
The two walked in silence for a few minutes, before Vlad King glanced down at Izuku again, a slight scowl on his face.
"And what was that about having two "brides"?"
"Good, again!" Kan barked as Izuku lifted the tendril of blood, whipping it through the air at the target, the wooden pillar splitting in half a moment later.
"Stop!" Izuku froze as Kan walked over to the wooden pole they'd been using, running his finger over the surface of the cut, a slight smile crossing his lips, "A good clean cut. Excellent work, Midoriya. I think we can end it here today. Hit the showers and get some food, we have another patrol tomorrow."
"Yes Sensei!" the teen barked as he headed towards the changing room.
Izuku sighed as he headed towards Recovery Girl's office. The patrol today had been easier than the one before, up until they'd headed back to UA. Izuku had balked at the mass of people crowded around outside of the school gates, all dressed in some form or black, or at least very dark, clothing. The mass of goths, emos and punks had all rushed to crowd around him as he had come into view. Honestly, they had been fine, most actually keeping a respectable distance from him when he made it clear he was uncomfortable. The problem had come with the Otakus. The mass of Vampire fan-girls seemed to have waited for his darker fans to disperse before descending like a pack of rabid dogs. He still had spots in his eyes from the number of photos taken, his wrist still aching as he wondered just how many autographs he had given out before he'd managed to get inside. At least a hundred, maybe two, he figured. And now he had been called to Recovery Girl's office, not even having time to shower or change out of his costume, his stomach rumbling slightly with a hunger for both food and blood.
"Midoriya, good," the old woman hummed as he entered, tossing something at him, "Eat this."
"What?" the teen asked as he stared at the small object in his hand. It looked like one of those laundry detergent pods he had seen in the grocery store, except that the contents were a very dark red.
"It's something I've been working on for the past few weeks, ever since your Sire came to visit," she crowed, whacking him in the shin with her syringe shaped cane, "Now eat it and tell me how you feel."
Izuku just nodded, popping the pod in his mouth and biting down. His fangs punctured the plastic easily, the familiar taste of slightly stale blood flooding his mouth, except this time it seemed more intense. He swallowed the mouthful, being careful not to gulp down the plastic as well, before spitting it out into the offered trash can.
"Well?" Recovery Girl asked.
"Wow! It feels like I just drank half a blood bag!" Izuku gasped as he looked down at her, the woman giving a satisfied nod.
"And the Blood Drunk state?"
"Almost nothing! Like, a slight tingle, but nowhere near what I'd usually feel from drinking the equivalent amount of blood in the same time."
"Good, here," she said, thrusting a set of six pouches at him, "A new addition to your costume, it clips onto the back of your belt. The pouches are reinforced, so they shouldn't collapse even if you land on them. They'll keep the blood pods cool and safe until you need them. Oh, and the pod containers are seaweed based, you can swallow them without worrying about it."
"I…thank you, Recovery Girl!" Izuku gasped, slipping the pouches onto his belt, feeling as they locked in place with a satisfying click.
"Right, now I believe you'll want to go re-," she was cut off as a siren blared through the halls, Izuku jumping in fright as Recovery Girl scowled.
"A large-scale incident is occurring in Hosu right now. Backup is being requested. Recovery Girl is needed to assist with relief efforts, as well as any available Heroes," Principal Nedzu's voice came through the speaker system, "Head to the roof for immediate helicopter transport. Oh, and take our cute little Intern along as well."
"What's happening?" Izuku asked as Recovery Girl darted around the room, gathering several medical supply bags that she threw into Izuku's arms.
"We're going to Hosu," The old woman barked as she pulled him out the door, "Now stop dilly-dallying and come on!"
"What's wrong, Erasure?" Snipe asked, his voice crackling through the headphones Izuku was wearing, the teen shaking in excitement at his first ride in an actual helicopter.
"Nothing, just one of my students is interning in Hosu," the man grunted, "I just hope he's smart enough to stay out of trouble."
"Who?" Vlad King asked, elbowing Izuku gently to get him to calm down, "Hopefully not the Iida boy. It's the area where his brother was attacked, wasn't it?"
"What?!" Izuku gasped, staring at the two teachers in shock, the men looking back.
"He didn't tell you?" Midnight asked, Izuku's eyes going wide as he shook his head, "I would have thought you would know already, considering you're such a Hero fanboy. The Hero Ingenium was severely injured by Stain last week. The attack took place in Hosu."
"Nemuri," Eraserhead growled, glaring at her, "It's not your place to share students' personal information."
"Right! Sorry!" the older woman giggled as the pilot spoke.
"We're just above Hosu now, heading into the drop location soon!"
"Sensei!" Izuku said, looking up at Vlad King and Eraserhead, "I have to go!"
"What are you talking about, Midoriya?" Aizawa grunted, reaching across Kan and grabbing the teen's arm, "Absolutely not!"
"My friend is in danger! I can't not go look for him! Please!" Izuku tried as Aizawa scowled, Kan suddenly grabbing the other man's arm.
"He's my Intern, Eraser," the man grunted, "I get to decide what he does."
"He's my student," Aizawa muttered under his breath as he released his hold on Izuku, Kan turning to look at the worried teen.
"Shinku, how long can you fly with your current blood reserves?"
"A-about fifteen minutes, Sensei."
"Okay, good," Vlad King said as he pulled something out from one of his pouches, "This is a distress beacon. The moment you find either Iida or Stain, you press this button, and we'll be with you as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Sensei!" Izuku said, accepting the small object and jumping when he felt his phone vibrate.
"I just sent you the location where Recovery Girl will be set up," Eraserhead growled, slipping his own phone back in his pocket, "You get ten minutes. You don't find either of them in that time, you head back there immediately. And you do not engage unless absolutely necessary! Understood?"
"I…" Izuku swallowed as he looked into the serious eyes of his Homeroom teacher, "Yes, Sensei."
"Right, now go!" the man barked, the teen nodding.
Izuku undid his belt, stumbling slightly on the shifting floor as he made his way to the door of the aircraft, Vlad King following behind and opening it for him. The two gave each other one last nod before Izuku stepped onto the edge of the doorway.
The wind buffeted against his skin, stinging slightly as he looked out over Hosu. He could see the fires already spreading through the streets and buildings, hear the distant sounds of screams even over the heavy sound of the propeller. Izuku looked down, his vision wobbling with vertigo for a moment as he realized just how high they still were. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he let go of the edge of the door. And he fell.