*AN at bottom*

Surprisingly, Aizawa was the one who had to wake Izuku up on the first day of school. He would be going in early and knew that if he didn't wake the teen up he wouldn't make it in on time. His mouth twitched fondly when the teen swatted his hands away with a groan.

He sniffed, holding up his secret weapon and pulled the trigger.

Izuku predictably screeched, rolling off the bed spluttering. Aizawa chuckled darkly.

"The hell, Erasure!"

He sprayed the teen again, laughing at the unamused eyes that greeted him.

"No swearing under my roof."

Izuku opened his mouth to retort but closed it when he was sprayed again. Aizawa nodded, turning. "School starts in an hour. Don't be late."

By the time Aizawa made it to the front door, he heard the teen slip in the shower. He shook his head in amusement.

That was the third time it happened.

As he made his way to his bike, he knew this year was bound to be interesting. Midoriya's reaction should be amusing. When he had taken the kid to the school for the tests, he hadn't told him where he placed in his year. Or that he would be in his class.

Yes, this will be interesting indeed.

XXX

Midoriya stood in front of the huge school. He managed not to shake. This – he couldn't believe this was actually happening. He knew that he was about to be late though, so he should hurry.

Move you stupid feet. Honestly.

He turned, hearing soft cursing behind him.

His eyes widened as he saw a panicking teen around his age in a leg cast. He jogged down the walkway to help her, grabbing her backpack without a thought.

"Oh, thank you so much!"

Midoriya nodded, being able to see the girl better now. She had brown hair in a bob with large brown eyes and rosy cheeks.

"I didn't know if I would be able to make it."

Midorya laughed somewhat awkwardly, "Yeah, uh. What class you in?"

Her eyes widened and she stuck her hand out but lost her footing. Izuku quickly righted her and smiled at her embarrassed blush.

"Sorry! Uraraka Ochako! I'm in class 1-A."

Izuku laughed in slight surprise. "Ha, imagine that. Midoriya Izuku, class 1-A."

She laughed, eyes still lit with gratitude. "We should probably get going then Midoriya-kun. Don't want to be late."

He nodded, "Yeah, I can't bring my feet to go forward though."

She laughed, quickly using her crutches to walk faster. She slipped and Midoriya ran to catch her. Again. Her smile fell and Izuku was mildly startled to see somebody look as terrified as he felt.

"I – I can't do this. What am I thinking? I – I need to go, my parents – no. I – this is so embarrassing."

Izuku hesitantly grabbed her shoulders. "Breath, Uraraka-san. You can do this."

She whined, hiding her face. He debated on what to do, while he honestly was leaning towards running far away from this place, he knew the other would have worked hard to get here. She wouldn't be freaking out as much as she had otherwise.

He looked up, praying for some assistance but was met with nothing. He looked back, "Hold still."

He took the crutches and set them down. He placed both bags over her shoulders. She looked more like a hunchback than anything else.

She groaned under the weight. "What are- what are you doing?"

Izuku sighed, smiling shakily. "Making sure we aren't late."

He knelt down in front of her, back to her and facing the very intimidating building. She seemed to get the hint.

"Oh, wait one second!"

He turned, seeing her touch the backpacks and looked at her. "What did you do?"

She blushed. "It- it's my quirk! It's called Zero Gravity. I lightened the weights on the bags…"

Midoriya allowed his mind to race at the possibilities of the others quirks for a short moment before shaking it off. That was the first bell.

"Great, that was awesome. But we need to go."

She nodded, trying to find out how to get on his back. She just shut her eyes and fell forward. He groaned at the added weight, surprised for a moment before holding her knees. He shifted, eyeing the crutches – great.

"Uh, this might be weird but you need to wrap your legs around my waist. I need to get your crutches."

It was bulky with the cast but he managed. He looked up at the building.

"I am so sorry."

Izuku shook his head, feeling some curls fall out of his beanie. "It's fine."

Move you stupid feet!

Running wasn't what he had in mind but he did it. Their classroom was on the third floor and by the time they made it in front of the door, he was sweating.

He idly noted that this would be really good training.

"This is it."

His hands fell on his knees, handing the crutches to the girl who was eyeing him in wonder. Yeah, his face wasn't red just because of the run. This was awkward.

He took his backpack and opened the door for her, waving her in. She smiled before waddling in. Izuku followed, taking his beanie off and scratched his hair before putting in back on.

"Deku?"

Midoriya froze, slowly looked up. The voice was different with age and much softer than he was used to. But that may have just been the shock. Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

"Kac- what?"

Red eyes were somehow both darker but brighter than he remembered. He hadn't seen the other in – how long was it? He honestly doesn't remember. It had been years, that was for sure.

The other teen looked at him in absolute wonder – that was the closest thing Midoriya could think of. That or confusion. Which would make sense.

Their very, very small conversation garnered the attention of the rest of the class and that was nice.

Midoriya absently pulled the sleeves of the blazer down, making eye contact with his childhood…friend. Again.

They hadn't left on a very good note. Nor a bad one. Or any, really. Given that he stopped going to school for a few days before moving several prefectures away.

"The fuck you doing here?"

Midoriya noted that the other had gotten quite the mouth. When he was young it was bad, limited to shoot and crap. But it seemed his vocabulary had grown with age.

"Uh, school…"

The other looked at him oddly, getting up and shoving a tall teen out of the way. The greenette straightened, wondering if the other would hit him. He had taken to doing that to him before he moved for some reason.

However, his eyes were wide and his arms were limp at his sides. Was he seriously being hugged?

He grunted, feeling the others grip tighten even more. Yes, he was getting hugged.

"The hell happened to you? You – you just got up and fucking left, you shittyfuck. Why?"

Midoriya swallowed, looking at the other with more normal eyes. His throat was dry and – this wasn't what he expected would come of his first day. Looking at his old…friend. Acquaintance? Something. He didn't know what the other was thinking.

He glanced around, noting to a small level of embarrassment that everybody was watching them. He attempted to swallow again but it was too dry.

"Alright, everybody sit down."

He felt himself get pushed several steps before he was shoved into a seat, Katsuki taking the one right next to him. He looked at Aizawa -why was he in a sleeping bag?- and was glad that the other wasn't asking the question that lit his eyes.

"It took you eight seconds to settle down. If that's to happen everyday, leave. This is a place to learn, not chit chat."

The class shifted uncomfortable and Midoirya resisted the urge to snort. He didn't know why and glanced away. Katsuki was still looking at him, though listening to Aizawa.

"Aizawa Shota, I'm your homeroom teacher. Put these on and meet me outside. You have ten minutes."

Midoriya stood with the rest of the class, finding Katsuki immediately at his hip. Which was really freaking weird and he wasn't looking forward to the questions he knew that the other would be asking.

His mom had gone to school with Katsukis. Hell, he would call Katsukis parents Auntie and Uncle. His mom stopped talking to them after the divorce. He knew, because he'd want to play with the other. But seeing his mother so upset when he asked, he stopped and resigned himself to leaving his old life behind.

It was easy. He was young. Midoriya only needed his mom.

Welp.

His back met the lockers roughly and he blinked, realizing that they were somehow in a locker room. Katsuki must have dragged him here.

He flinched when he was shoved harder, not by the force but by the lock digging into his bruised shoulder. Izuku opened his eyes, meeting angry red.

"The hell is wrong with you!?"

He swallowed, shoving the other off him. He pulled his sleeves further down, regripping the tracksuit in his hands. Every other male in the class was watching, but slowly changing. He sighed, looking back.

"Can-can we talk about this later? Please?"

The other snarled, hands waving and his expression was just asking why.

Midoriya sighed, starting to change before opening a random locker. All of them had card showing the number so they just needed to pick one. He ignored the eyes on him as he tugged his shirt off, trying to ignore the gasps that followed. He realized that he was covered in light scars and bruises – he probably should have changed in a stall.

He tugged the gym shirt on, noting that it was made of durable fabric and frankly uncomfortable. It would take some getting used to.

Izuku shoved his clothes in the locker, along with his beanie and turned. He began to tie his hair in a bun – the length still somewhat short so some fell out.

Katsuki was already dressed and his jaw clenched, waiting impatiently and his foot tapping. He sighed, glancing at the others again. All were slowly leaving.

"Katsuki – "

The other shook his head, grabbing his arm roughly and Izuku sighed.

"No, shithead. You said later. We can talk later, got that!?"

Izuku tsked, ripping his arm from the others grasp but stood by him on the grass as they waited.

"Shithead? Really?"

Red eyes looked at him with a very loose amusement before turning to look at Aizawa.

"Yes. You're a Shithead, Shithead."

Midoriya nodded, turning to face Aizawa. Who was apparently his homeroom teacher. Which was interesting.

"If I'm a Shithead, does that make you an Asshole?"

The other snorted, neither looking at each other and his voice was a tad quieter.

"No way in fuck. I'm an angel."

Midoriyas lips twitched but he didn't respond.

"Today we'll be taking a physical evaluation, much like the ones you took in junior high. Unlike junior high, you will be using your quirks. Bakugou, get up here."

The teen next to Midoriya walked forward, looking confident and Izuku tried not to let the fact that he was quirkless intimidate him. He had gotten used to it, so it shouldn't matter. He was always at the top in previous years anyway.

But that was without quirks. So this was great.

"Throw the ball but stay in the ring. Other than that, anything goes."

Katsuki let out a 'Die!' before throwing the poor rubber. They all watched as the ball went flying and left a tail of smoke. The blondes hands were still smoking. They didn't hear it hit the ground.

Aizawa turned, showing a tablet that held the numbers 702.2. Midoriya whistled, giving Bakugou a look. He wasn't surprised but…yeah. It was a bit shocking. Katsuki returned it haughtily before returning to his place beside him.

"The person who gets the lowest combined score will be expelled. Use your quirks, or don't, but try your best. UA is a Hero School, we only have three years to make you into the best heroes you can be."

Loud complaints were immediately followed and Midoriya inched away slightly.

Aizawa snapped back, voice heavy with annoyance.

"Life isn't fair. If you expect this to be easy then leave. You'll be sorely disappointed. If a test like this is enough to intimidate you, then you shouldn't even be here. Get this through your head. Understood?"

Them shuffling was the only reply he got and Midoriya wondered if the other wasn't meeting his eyes on purpose. Life wasn't fair, that was for sure. Green eyes glanced at his possible classmates. Midoriya's last thought as they were breaking into groups, was that this should be…fun.

Not really but what else could he do? He doubted that Aizawa would let him run.

The tests that followed were relatively easy for Midoriya. He didn't get first in any, but he was never below the top fifteen. Which was good, he thought. It promised that he wouldn't get last but he seriously doubted that Aizawa would actually expel any of the students.

"None of you are expelled."

Midoriya snorted, sweat on his brow as he drank the water bottle that they were all offered slowly. The others were shouting, Katsuki grumbling and Aizawa had an amused expression. It was hard to tell that he wasn't tired, that he was enjoying this, but he could.

He idly listened to the pro as he stretched. Bakugou looking at him oddly which Izuku waved off. As he had been nearly this whole time. After all, a quirkless (luckily he hadn't called it out in front of the others) had gotten ninth place out of twenty students.

The school day continued, meeting the other teachers were interesting. Midoriya and Aizawa seemed to hold the same line of thought that they wouldn't really express that they knew each other. Present Mic taught English. Loudly. Cementoss covered Modern Literature.

After that they had lunch and Izuku was luckily able to hide from Katsuki for now. But he wasn't hiding. Or avoiding. Just purposely avoidi – ignoring – not seeing him?

Shut up, you get the point.

The roof was nice, even if he had to pick the lock to get up and the food wasn't bad. He'd probably be coming up here a lot more.

Midoriya slid into the next class before either the teacher or the rest of the class could be there. Using the window. From the roof. It was probably a good thing that Midnight wasn't there to see that. No doubt he'd already be in trouble.

But yeah, Midnight. Teaching Modern Hero Art History. Which was apparently a class. Who knew?

Ectoplasm taught math and he was somehow even more interesting at teaching then Mic was.

He passed Aizawa several times, not acknowledging past a nod on either of their ends. One of which was when the elder was being pulled to another room by Mic. It was amusing to watch, to say the least.

The last class was Heroics with…wait for it. All Might!

Midoriya could do nothing more but watch him make a (Lovable) fool of himself. He looked away, feeling nauseous as everybody else watched. He hadn't seen the other man since he had run back to Tsubani.

(Name: Toshinori Yagi. Age: 55. Male. Quirk: Quirkless; changed to Strength Enhancement at age 17. Attended UA for two years. Orphan. Parents died young, car accident. He – )

Too much. This was too much. Breathe idiot, breathe.

He pulled the beanie down lower, shoving his face into his elbow as he looked out the window and past Bakugou. He ignored the inquiring and somewhat annoyed look the other gave. It was more than easy to do. Looking out, it seemed windy but peaceful.

He faintly wondered if Aizawa would let him out tonight. It was safe to say he wouldn't but today had been stressful. He could hope, right?

Pft.

"– hero costumes! Change and meet me outside to go to Ground Beta, young heroes!"

They were cheering again and Izuku decided that he should look into incorporating sound muffling(ers) into his beanie. The class seemed to be the kind to cheer. A lot. Loudly.

He stood and stretched and for the first time today, Bakugou seemed alright with letting him out of his sight. He found his cupboard and refrained from smiling as he pulled the case out.

It was a decent size, matching every other one and held the school symbol. For the second time today, they all found themselves in the locker room. He accidently ran into somebody, Kiri – something, as he walked towards the stalls to change this time.

Erasure had actually been 'nice' enough to 'help' him design his costume. By help, he means that they had a near two hour long discussion (aurgument) about if he could incorporate anything to do with Midorikari into his new costume. Aizawa was more giving him a heads up and trying to persuade him to alter it and not have, like, any similarities.

But Midoriya argued that it was what he was good at. He was already quirkless and because of quirks, you didn't see many people use weapons as it is. Which, may be a bad thing, given how 'popular' or something he had gotten. At least that was what Naomasa was saying. But he wasn't really talking to the other…

Either way, Aizawa was hesitant. Midorikari wasn't supposed to be encouraged. But at the same time, Midoirya was Midorikari and vise-versa. Many knew of Midorikari but not what he specialized in, if you could even say that.

So, they settled, more or less on what he was now wearing. He had to admit that it wouldn't take much for people to connect the dots but it was who he was. It was…what he was good at. He didn't want to change that.

And it very loosely, felt like he was honoring his mom in some weird way. He didn't know.

What did he know these days? He sure didn't.

Alright, Izuku, stop talking to yourself.

The green haired teen huffed, kicking his legs idly as he got used to the material.

The pants he was wearing were similar to joggers that he had taken to wearing in a green so dark it was nearly black. The shirt was long sleeved, same material and he wore a vest over it. It was a lighter green and lined with pockets on the inside, being left unzipped on purpose for easy use.

He had a thin utility pouch in a dark red, and the pouches sat near his back. He was only allowed one thigh pouch which made him upset, once again in the same color. It could only hold three push knifes which really sucked but, Aizawa. And he agreed. He couldn't mimic his old get up but that didn't mean he was particularly happy about it.

He sighed again, putting on the last holster. (he had more than many other pro-heroes, he realized. But they weren't quirkless, so…) The holster was dark red, once again, and clipped to his shoulders and rested between his shoulder-blades.

Aizawas best idea was to change the staff. Many didn't know about the knives since they were lethal and he tried not to use them. But using a quarterstaff was probably what would have gotten him recognized the most. He brainstormed with the other nearly all night once he was told that he needed to design a costume the same day he took the placement tests for UA. (All the while trying not to think about how easy it was to just talk with the other since their discussion on dead(ish) parents.)

Instead of a quarterstaff, he trained (for a solid two days. Which is nice, plenty of time there) in using two (not one but two) tanboes.

…To say it was difficult to get used to dual wielding a shorter weapon would be an understatement.

Either way, his face mask pooled at his neck. Instead of an eye mask, he opted for a hood. The hood itself was connected to the vest and it covered both his eyes and hair. The hood itself actually had two layers. The first of which, a softer material and meant for the purpose of keeping his identity a secret. It had built in clip picks that would hold his hair back so he didn't have to worry about his hair falling out and being recognized.

The second layer was more for durability reasons. It was a heavier material, which was nice. It pointed a bit more in the front, going a good few inches in front of his face and came down to an almost beak. When it came to his back, it managed to lay and point perfectly between his shoulder blades.

(He was only keeping the first layer on for now.)

He bit his lip as he held the shoes, the door outside was opening and shutting so he should probably hurry.

Midoriya blew out a breath, slipping his first foot into the boots. And that was what he was having such a hard time with. He never wore boots… It was different.

They were red. Because he was unoriginal. But, red was the opposite of green. So…you would never guess he was Midorikari…

"Good lord. Why do you do this to yourself, 'Zuku?"

He puffed out another breath, looking down and pointedly kicked the ground with the tips of his toes. A grin broke out when six spikes (three on each boot) popped out from the toes.

Perfect for climbing.

And kicking stupid people in the face.

Two for one.

"Sweet."

He opened the stall, shoving his school clothes into the locker along with the costume case before turning. Midoriya immediately met Bakugous eyes and met his eyebrow with his own. He even gave a twirl, only smiling when he saw the others glare.

Midoriya walked out, letting Bakugou finish getting dressed. The arm guards looked like grenades and his quirk was explosions. It probably served as a carrier and transfer system for his sweat.

Smart.

He rolled his shoulders, mildly uncomfortable at the amount of looks he was getting. He pulled the gloves out from his utility pouch and pulled them on.

Red. Not green. See? He wasn't Midorikari.

"Woah, don't you look kinda like a villain?"

Midoirya started, looking up a whole two inches before he was met with another teen. Who was very small. Purple. And was wearing a metal diaper.

He could say so many things right now…

Instead he snorted, knowing people were listening and shook his head. "I'm not trying to be flashy. Bright colors are a no go."

He honestly looked confused. Midoriya could understand why, once he got past his annoyance of inadvertently being called a villain.

"Don't you want to get attention though?"

He hummed, pulling the velcro over his outer wrist and securing it.

Midoriya had thought that years ago. When he first worked underground and a bit before then. But he realized very quick that even if he was involved in heroes and villains, he wasn't a villain or a hero. Not that it really matters, he just needed the money.

But not anymore. That wasn't why he was doing this.

"I don't want attention, it's not why I'm here. I just want to help people. I couldn't care less about if people know who I am."

When he actually looked up, he realized that his words had garnered the attention of many of the other students. As well as All Might.

This day was going so great.

Izuku cleared his throat uncomfortably before hopping up the stairs of the bus and getting a seat. They were supposed to leave any minute now. Hopefully. He still didn't know why the hell they were leaving the classroom.

Instead of acknowledging the mutters and talking outside – luckily All Might continued the lesson without him – he looked closer at the weapons that were made for him professionally. And not from an amateur with metal from a dump.

He let out a low whistle, pushing his thumb against the blade of the knife gently. It was sharp. They were silver, which kinda sucked since he painted his black so they didn't reflect but it was his fault. He didn't specify.

They were really pretty.

The hilt was more ball like instead of a stump where it just kinda ended. It would probably be easier to use once he got used to it. His eyes widened when he realized why that was.

It was dual purpose now, so the knife wasn't completely lethal and he could just knock them out.

But it was marble like in dark green and black. He pulled out the other two, one of them was red.

He looked up, noticing people were beginning to board. He slid it back into place and looked out the window.

"Hey! Can I sit here?"

He turned back, it was the girl from earlier. But she didn't have a cast on –

"How did you-?"

She laughed, glancing at the seat again and her smile shifted. He scolded himself, moving a bit closer to the window and was given a bright smile in return. He took in the girls costume and the helmet that was on her lap. Given that her quirk had to do with gravity, he could see why she went the route of making it similar to an astronauts.

"Oh, uh Aizawa-sensei sent me to Recovery Girl, that was why I was late to the quirk apprehension test…"

Midoriya looked away, slightly pained look on his face that made her laugh. Right. It totally flew from his mind given that he was in the same class with Bakugou again.

Today was really not what he expected it to be.

"Right, sorry."

She laughed again, waving it off. She gestured to his clothes, "But what about you? I'm liking the I-can-kill-you-in-your-sleep vibe."

He tsked, feeling a smile pull at his lips at the other. The fact that she was laughing as she said it helped as well. It was contagious.

"That was what I was going for."

She laughed again and he opted to shake his head along with her instead of telling her that it wasn't *completely* a joke.

"I like the space theme though. Works well with your quirk."

Her eyes sparkled and she played with her hands. He noted that she never let all five fingers touch at the same time. Odd.

"Oh-uh. Yeah! That-that was exactly what I –Yup! Totally what I was going for!"

His lips quirked, "Seriously?"

Because nobody could actually be that embarrassed when something was done on purpose. She didn't even look at him. He stared a bit harder, both of them jolting slightly once the bus started. She turned, face redder and words rushed.

"My- it was actually because of my favorite hero. Uh, Thirteen! The rescue hero! They look like an astronaut too! And this! It really wasn't supposed to be skin tight! But it is and it's terrible! I hate it!"

He slumped in his seat, hands to his mouth as he actually laughed. The girl completely fangirled before her voice turned to such annoyance. It was hilarious. He let his body fall to the window from her push.

"It's not that funny!"

Her voice was laced with amusement though and he eased up. Wiping his eyes, stomach hurting and decided not to delve into why. Just enjoy the random bout of happiness while he could.

"Ok, ok, sorry. It wasn't that funny."

She sent him a suspicious look that was ruined by the smile tugging at her lips. He swallowed, wondering if he should keep…this…going? Or just stop? He didn't usually talk to kids his own age. It was odd and this wasn't enjoying the random happiness he was feeling. This was questioning the universe and not enjoying it and –

"But seriously. What about you? I haven't seen a hero costume quite as…dark as yours before."

He rose an eyebrow in slight disbelief. "Uh, you do know that Aizawa-sensei is Erasurehead, right?"

She looked slightly embarrassed, shifting. He moved, turning and his knee digging into the vinyl of the seat in front of him.

"No? What about Akumo? Or Backlight?"

She shrugged again, looking a bit more interested now that she knew he wasn't actually upset with her.

His eyebrows went to his hairline and his hand went to tug the beanie off before remembering that he wasn't wearing it.

"No? Holy -do you know about Underground Heroics? Like- at all?"

She shook her head, "No? It almost sounds like it would defeat the point if I knew?"

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that not many actually knew about it. But - wow. He didn't think it was that hidden. He had known about it for years.

"Ok, wow."

"What is this underground, ribbit?"

They both turned to the girl who had spoken. Her eyes were big and her costume was green and yellow, with goggles on her head.

He glanced back at Ura – what was her name? And saw her shrug. His eyes bugged a bit, looking around and saw that the few people listening didn't know either. His mouth dropped and he turned to a blonde, voice taking a note of slight pleading hysteria.

"Wha- Bakugou! You know about the Underground, right?"

Both the blonde and Kiri-something turned to him. The blonde looked at him like he was stupid.

"Of course I do, Shithead! I'm not an idiot!"

Midoriya waved, the others yelling catching everyones attention.

"I know you're not, Asshole. But nobody -does anybody know about the Underground?"

The entire bus listened, including All Might and the only reason he was pointing any of this out was because the hero wasn't stopping him.

"I know about the Underground hero and villain community. It is indeed a mad banquet of darkness."

Midoriya nodded eagerly, ignoring the odd parts of birdies admission. He turned to Ura – something (he should really learn her name. And the classes. That would be good.) and waved, hoping that she would catch on.

She glared at him.

Izuku slumped, meeting Katsukis own (now that he was catching on) bewildered gaze. Midoriya jumped back up,

"Ight, so the Underground is what people call heroes and villains who stay in the dark. You know, stay out of the light and away from the publics eye. That's really all it is but -seriously, Aizawa-sensei is – "
"Oh shit! Is he Erasurehead?!"

Midoriya nodded at Katsukis shocked explanation.

"Yeah. His quirk, erasure. It lets him erase other peoples quirks! He's super big in the underground and has been a hero for over a decade. He's like- a super big deal and the Underground is legitimately a whole 'nother world of heroes."

"It is indeed. My favorite is Quick Shadow."

Midoriyas head whipped back to Tokoyami. "You know him!?"

The bird like teen nodded, voice stoic but eyes giving way to how excited he was about the topic. Before they could get into him (he was super cool), another teen spoke up. The whole bus was listening by now.

"Wait-wait, so this Underground. What is it that they do and – given its name, how do you know about it?"

Midoriya swallowed, Bakugou speaking up and took the moment to think of something to say. Because he very well couldn't say that he worked in it. As soon as he hit double digits as a broker and runner for both ends. Not the deep end, of course. But enough to get into some serious trouble if the force didn't know about it. Or Naomasa. He knew.

But given how he already broke many, many laws, he probably wouldn't report it.

" – all have villain quirks. The public wouldn't like them. Vigilantes and shit would be under that category as well."

Midoriya stilled and it seemed that the bus filled with another sense of excitement. Midoriya could feel the teachers gaze and he only swallowed again.

"Those are real?"

"I thought they stopped coming up years ago!"

"It's cause they're underground, stupid."

"So Midorikari would work in the Underground!?"

"You know Midorikari!?"

"Who's Midorikari?"

"You don't know!?"

Midoriya had a hard time not slumping any lower as the conversation turned to him (not that they knew it).

It wasn't until a yellow headed teen spoke, waving his phone excitedly.

"Dudes! Seriously, I've been following his hashtag for months! He's legit and – "

"He has a hashtag?"

The teen turned to him, not catching onto his slightly crazed note. He only grinned.

"Yeah, man. Like, eight months ago he popped out from Tsubani. Which, you know, is a terrible place and – "

"Aren't vigilantes like, bad, though? Since they don't follow the law and stuff?"

Voices overlapped but the yellow kids' voice rang through them all. His voice almost defensive and Midioriya didn't understand why.

"No way, dude! Not him, this guy is sick! He was actually taken down a few weeks ago, which totally sucks but he stopped a hostage situation. He ended up getting shot three times! He must have escaped though, 'cause he was seen around here-"

Midoriya looked at him, mid panicking and why wasn't All Might saying anything?

"How do you know that?"

The teen looked at him and grinned sheepishly, "One of my friends has family in Tsubani that were saved by him months ago and has turned into like, his biggest fan. He and some buddies actually painted this memoir with him and – "

"He's the one who painted it!?"

The teen (and some others) looked at him suspiciously. He hopped from his own seat and sat in the empty seat in front of him.

"You've seen it. Have you seen Midorikari?! Dude, you have to tell me!"

Midoriya swallowed, "Uh…no?"

He pointed, grin on his face. "You are such a liar! Why – "

"And we are here students! Let us get out and started! Lots to learn and fun to be experienced, young heroes!"

All Might shuffled out and they all stood. Some looked disappointed about the conversation stopping how it had and some looked like they didn't care less. At least that was something.

"Alright, this is Training ground Beta! We will be dividing into teams of two and everyone will take a turn. One side will play villains and the other will play the heroes. There is a bomb located in one of the buildings and the villains will have to protect it before the time runs out or the heroes will try and tag it. That is how the exercise will end. The only way to win is if both people from the same team are taken out by the capture tape that will be given to both heroes and villains or the bomb is taken care of. Any questions?"

Many were bouncing and muttering in excitement and admittedly, Midoriya was feeling a bit excited as well. He refrained from taking a couple steps back from Bakugou. The blonde looked slightly crazed.

"Can we pick our own teams?"

Midoriya only took note of the paper All Might was reading off of when he pulled a box out of god knows where.

"No! We will be drawing lots!"

Midoriya shuffled in slight sympathy when he was only met with groans. It took another moment for the teacher to continue.

"Alright, heroes! Team 1, playing the villains will be Sero and Mineta. Team 2 playing Heroes will b – "
As Midoriya looked up at the sky, he wondered if the universe hated him. Probably. Why else would he be teamed with Bakugou? Facing Speedy and Gravity?

He really needed to learn their names.

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