Welcome back to the next exciting chapter. Now, I started writing this one immediately after finishing the first, which doesn't post until this Sunday for me. I'm writing this one so far ahead so I have a bit more time to study, because Calculus is currently handing me my own ass on a silver platter, and finishing this chapter now will give me enough time to bash my skull into my textbook and maybe score higher than a 50% in that class. Also, can I just say that hot damn, the MHA Season 3 soundtrack is so good? Like, as I'm writing this, I'm listening to "Long Hope Philia", and fuck. How will I ever be able to skip the ending theme now? Oh yeah, I remember now! I won't.

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Guest: My main idea for that wasn't for Yuki to actually fight. He simply didn't feel the need to actually fight Kaminari or Jirou. Yuki's goal during the battle trial was less to fight them, and more to get somewhat of a sense of how good of a fighter Jirou is. As I make a point of in this chapter, Yuki is kind of a fighting genius and is pretty good at assessing an opponent's level within a few attacks.

TuryA: I get you, man. I actually kind of like the idea of Mineta shit-talking Yuki's taste in women, though I wonder if he'd be so bold as to do so to Yuki's face. While I do think it'd be nice to make my chapters longer, I don't think I'd have the time to do so with my current upload schedule. ~5000 words is currently the best I can do without sacrificing my weekly uploading schedule.

Dark White Fang: I'd say its probably just you having shit luck, my guy. If it makes you feel any better, you only had to wait a week until that cliffhanger got resolved.

Lelouche of Zero: I make a point for Yuki to be something of a playful character. He likes to have fun when it comes to stuff that doesn't really matter that much. A bit of backstory that I most likely won't go into in the actual story is that Yuki was enrolled into the dojo by the age of six, so he definitely had something of a family in the dojo, though, as you'll see today, not everything revolving around the dojo was gumdrops and ice cream.

Josuke21: I'm trying to make things different yet familiar with this story. You probably noticed, but the teams didn't get messed around with much beyond Yuki and Tokoyami being paired and Toru and Tsuyu being paired, this is mostly because I didn't think that now was the time to have the strongest close-range fighter (At the moment, at least) go up against the strongest student of class 1-A (arguably) until a certain festival that may or may not involve sports. While he did have a good surrogate family in the dojo, believe me when I say that what happened to his parents did weigh on him. Also, I was hoping someone would catch the Broly reference.

Post Upload Edit:Thank you Lelouche of Zero for catching a mistake I made when writing, went back and fixed it as well as as few others I found while searching for it.

Yuki is kind of a dork - Thoughts

"Yuki is kind of a dork." - Speech

Yuki is kind of a dork - Memories/ Text Messages/ Emphasis

Yuki is kind of a dork - Special Moves / Point of View Identifier

Yuki is kind of a dork - All Might/ Present Mic/ Telepathic Speach

Yuki is kind of a dork - Me, talking directly to you.

The Dorky Dojo 2: Electric Boogaloo

Kyoka P.O.V.

"Now, C'mon, old man," Futeki-san yelled, not even taking a battle-ready pose. "Show me what these new-bloods' got that their Nii-san doesn't!"

"Tch, cocky little brat... This is a battle between the entire Fifth-Star rank, meaning those who have proven themselves to commit a successful surprise attack on an Eighth Star," the elder Sento-san announced, which was followed by the yells of joy of most of the crowd. "The Fifth-Star combatants may use their quirks, while Yuki-kun may not. This is an agreement made with the local law enforcement, so let there be no interference. Let the battle... BEGIN!"

As he yelled, what I assume to be the Fifth-Star ranked trainees, there being around fifteen of them, charged Futeki-san all at once, and I noticed that among them were the younger Sento-san and Unabara-san. The first one to come close to Futeki-san attempted a flying kick, using his wings to propel himself into the air. Unfortunately for him, this was caught by the lone fighter, who had spun out of the way and caught the leg of the attacker and used it to batter another, older trainee away. This knocked both offenders out of the large circular arena, disqualifying them.

Sento-san used a technique similar to what Futeki-san used to enter the arena, jumping from one fighter's shoulder to the next and delivering a hard kick aimed at Futeki-san's head, but this was blocked, and the more experienced fighter pushed back against the offending leg, using his still incredible strength to push the child into an older fighter, throwing both away from him.

Confused, I went up to the elder Sento and whispered to him. "Is it really ok for those two kids to fight with the others." Watching the fighters, I noticed that the kids were the only two who were probably below fifteen years old in the group.

"Don't you worry, dear," the elder Sento-san said, trying to explain, "while they may be young, they are most likely the ones in there with the highest potential, save for maybe Yu-kun himself. As he spoke, Unabara-san slid under another fighter's legs, jumping up to eye level with Futeki-san, "In fact, if there is anyone in there who could possibly stand a chance of defeating Yu-kun," Futeki-san spun, avoiding a trainee's punch, and used the momentum to try to backhand Unabara-san away, though the attack seemed to go straight through the girl as if she were made of water, revealing that Sento-san was right behind her, aiming a punch at Futeki-san, "it would be those two!" The punch didn't seem to surprise the more experienced fighter, who blocked it with his other arm. To my surprise, however, the punch seemed to actually push Futeki-san back.

I was really confused now. Despite the rest of the opposing force being made up of 10-15-year-olds, those two children were the most powerful among them? "What are their quirks? They'd have to be pretty strong if they stand a better chance against Futeki-san than someone of his age."

Letting out a small chuckle, Sento-san explained. "You're half right. Mizu-chan has quite the strong quirk, though, it's only as strong as it is because of her control over it." Looking to the field with admiration, the older man continued as Futeki-san knocked Sento-san away, delivering a kick to the younger boy, and dodging away from Unabara-san. "Mizu-chan's quirk is called 'Aqua Body'. She can change the molecular structure of her body to be similar to water on a whim, which allows her a great defense and attacking ability as well, though this is only because the girl is a natural at self-control. In terms of intelligence and wisdom, the girl is a genius."

That explains her, but I was still wondering about Sento-san. "What about Sento-san? The way Futeki-san talked made it sound like the kid was one of the strongest people here, but I haven't noticed anything too flashy." As I said this, the younger Sento-san and Unabara-san both began to barrage Futeki-san with attacks, though nothing properly connected, as the elder combatant was able to dodge and block their attacks with relative ease. At this point, they were the last two fighters of the Fifth Star fighting force.

"He is a more special case," the older man started, "that boy is something of a rarity these days, though, this is not because of the power of his quirk, but the lack of it." Unabara-san didn't notice Futeki-san's kick coming towards her, so she didn't know to activate her quirk, getting kicked away, leaving the younger Sento-san to fight Futeki-san alone. "That boy is proof that not all are created equal. Yusha-kun, like myself, is quirkless."

"Wait, what?" How though? How can someone without a quirk be the one with the highest potential of beating Futeki-san? "What makes him so much stronger than those his age then?" Sento-san was holding up fairly well against the handicapped fighter, blocking every one of Futeki-san's blows, though he wasn't able to land one of his own either.

"What he lacks in the quirked department, he more than makes up for in instinct and drive," Sento-san said. "The boy has wanted to be a pro-hero for as long as I've known him, but fell into a short bout of depression after finding out about his quirkless status," as he spoke, Futeki-san delivered a forward kick directly to the boy's chest, sending him flying, but not quite knocking him out of the ring. "It only lasted for a month before he told his parents that he wanted to begin studying martial arts under me. Fortunately for him, I could see the look in his eye when he and his parents asked me to take him under my wing. That look is the same look he has now," Futeki-san took a stance, and Sento-san grit his teeth before charging at the older, more experienced fighter. "That is the look of someone who will stop at nothing to obtain their hearts desires. That is the look that belongs to those who won't let anyone get in the way of their dreams. That..." the younger Sento-san jumped into the air higher than most people probably could and cocked his fist, letting out a yell as he punched at Futeki-san. Futeki-san matched him, cocking his fist back to the ground, and threw it at his younger opponent with everything he had, save for his quirk, in a mix between a boxing-style smash and a hard right hook with a manic smile, "... is the look... of a hero!" This attack, unlike the others, landed for both parties. The boy's fist connected with Futeki-san's cheek, knocking the saliva from his mouth. Unfortunately, the more experienced fighter landed his punch on Sento-san as well. The force from the strikes was enough to actually crack the ground below Futeki-san's feet, though he didn't move otherwise. Sento-san, however, was sent flying by the raw power of Futeki-san's punch, finally knocking the Fifth Star pupil out of the ring.

Sento-san walked forward into the ring now and raised Futeki-san's right arm. "Yu-kun has defeated the entire force of Fifth Star combatants, all of which had access to their full abilities, without even using his own quirk. While he did take a direct attack, I believe this is more due to the skill of his opponent, rather than his lacking. Thus, I declare that Yu-kun keeps his rank of Ninth Star, the highest rank he can obtain without being capable of besting me. Though, I would also like to show admiration towards Yusha-kun, who, despite being quirkless, managed to not only last the longest of the rest of the Fifth Star combatants, but even managed to defy even my expectations and land a clean blow on the Ninth Star. As such, Yusha-kun, I deem you worthy of ranking up to to the class of Sixth Star. Congratulations, my boy," the elder man said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "you've earned this. Go upstairs to your mother, and we'll have Nu-chan switch out your old badge for a new one."

"You know," I said, sitting with Unabara-san, "I personally think you were awesome out there."

"Well, duh," the girl said dismissively, though judging by the dark pink forming around her cheeks, this caught her a bit off guard.

After that little ceremony, we all went back inside to go back to training. "Hey, brat," the older Sento-san yelled. Turning around, Futeki-san caught a set of key's right before they made contact with his face. "Don't break anything and no quirk usage for you. Knowing you, you'll bust a hole through the ceiling again."

"Ok, that was one time!" he yelled back, but the elder fighter was already back to helping the other students. "Oi, Jirou-san, C'mon, let's get you fit for a uniform. the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can start your training."

"Can I come too?" Unabara-san asked, hopefully.

"Maybe in a couple days, but not now. Besides, it'd be pretty boring for you," Futeki-san said, ruffing up their hair. "All we'll be doing today is the fundamental stuff, and considering how tough you two brats are, I don't think you really need it today."

"Alright," Unabara-san said dejectedly, but she immediately looked back up to match his eyes, "but that means you have to take us with you next time!"

"Deal," the fighter said, smiling wide, "now go and rest up you dork."

Throwing up a mock salute, the girl went and laid down on the couch in another room. "Didn't know you were so good with kids," I said from behind Futeki-san while he watched to make sure they actually got some rest, "especially considering how badly you kicked them around."

"Please, you say that like I did it for fun," he said.

"So that little smile you gave before you and Sentoki-san punched each other wasn't one of happiness then?" I asked, mockingly.

"Nope," he said, blank facing me. "It's my battle face. It's meant to intimidate my opponents."

"Why a smile then?" I asked, confused. "I feel like a snarl would be more appropriate. Wouldn't it?"

"From personal experience," he started, looking away as if he were remembering something as his smile left, "nothing is scarier than someone who meats pain with a smile." Shaking his head, he put a smile back on, but this one was different. It wasn't as bright as before. "C'mon, let's get you fit for your uniform. I'll take you to see Ne-san. She's the one who makes the uniforms."

"Ne-san? So you have a sister?" I asked. It occurs to me that I don't think we've ever talked about his family life. Might try to talk to him about that.

"Not genetically," a feminine voice said as Futeki-san opened the door, revealing a woman who looked no older than her mid-twenties, who was sitting on her legs and tending to the large bruise on Sento-san's face. "You know, Yu-kun," she said gently, though I could almost feel the malice behind her voice as she spoke, "I understand that you want to show off how strong you are, especially to a girl, but do you understand how troubling it is to see what you did to my baby boy..." I couldn't quite see the eyes of the woman, but I could see Futeki-san's, and they were shrunken down to the size of pinpricks, which, accompanied by the fact that he was shaking, told me that he was afraid.

"N-now, Ne-san, c-calm down," Futeki-san started, putting his hands up in defense, but before he could continue, a strand of the woman's hair suddenly whipped over to a pincussion, grabbed a pin, and threw it towards Futeki-san so fast that he didn't even have the time to react. Fortunately, it seemed that she wasn't actually aiming for him, considering that she hit the top of the door frame, right above Futeki-san's head. Looking back at it where it landed, I noticed that she had hit a fly. Noticing the fact that she just threw a sewing needle at a fly and hit, I couldn't help but feel as if I wasn't going to leave this room alive. "H-hey... H-have you g-gotten better at t-that?"

"Oh no you don't, mister," the woman said, having finished tending to the young boy, "You leave for nearly a year, don't tell us that you're in U.A. High School until yesterday, ask for me to get your uniform out because dad said so, come back with a someone completely new and most likely untrained, immediately rip off the sleeves which I had painstakingly sewn back on, punch my Yusha-kun in the face, and expect to flatter your way out of it!?" The woman was now in Futeki-san's face, allowing me a better view of her. She had long, brown hair that seemed to be a darker shade than Uraraka-san's, bright green eyes, and wore what looked like a deep blue uniform, though this one had Eight Stars on the badge arranged in a circle. The woman's hair was waving around in the air in a similar way to Aizawa-sensei's when he activated his quirk, but much more erratically as if her hair was just as angry as she was. "Do you have any idea how much all of this is to take in?"

"Aww, C'mon, Ne-san, you know why I had to leave. My technique was good enough at the time," Futeki-san explained, trying to calm the older woman down, "I just needed to do as much strength training as possible so that I could pass the exam, I didn't mean to make you feel sad because of it. And to be fair, Yusha got a really good hit on me too. Hell, when that kid gets older, he'll probably be able to return the favor tenfold!"

"Really!?" the boy in question, who had been cowering in the spot his mother had left him, most likely more scared of his mother than the boy who had punched him in the first place, yelled excitedly. "Do you really mean that, nii-san!?"

"Definitely," the older boy said with confidence, seemingly forgetting the fear he held earlier. Taking a knee to be on eye level with the boy as he ruffled the younger boy's hair, Futeki-san continued. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again, kid. Of all the trainee's we have at this dojo, you're the one with the highest chance of becoming a hero."

At that, the younger Sento-san gained a smile so bright that it nearly hurt to look at. In fact, it was so bright that it seemed to completely destroy whatever rage the older woman had felt, a smile replacing it. Letting out a sigh, the woman relented, saying, "Okay, fine. I'll forgive you this time, but only because I know that when he's older he'll be able to punch you even harder." Looking at me now, she said, "now, you wanted me to put together a uniform for this girl here, right?"

"Yeah, we're both in the same heroics class, but she's never really been taught any martial arts beyond some basics," the Futeki-san said, standing up to his full height.

"In that case, get out."

"What?" the boy said, seemingly confused. "Why? I was around when you fitted both Mizu-chan and Yusha-kun. What makes her any different?"

"The difference is that those two are both kids, so it didn't matter," the woman said, reaching into a bag and pulling out a roll of measuring tape. "I'm not gonna let you be around while I take her measurements, so take Yusha-kun and get out." To this, I felt my face heat up all over, and couldn't even attempt to fight it down.

"But-"

"OUT!" the woman yelled this time, her hair standing on end as she gained this glow of power. This frightened Futeki-san so much that he immediately grabbed the younger Sento-san, and bolted out the door faster than I've ever seen him move. The woman's hair went back down as she rubbed the space between her eyes. "I swear, that boy is just as stupid as he is strong at times," she said, then looked at me, "I don't think I introduced myself yet, and knowing that idiot, he probably only called me Oba-san, so allow me to correct that." Smiling sweetly as if she hadn't just sent killing intent at one of the strongest potential heroes I know, the woman did just that. "My name is Nunome Sento, Yusha Sento's mother, and Seijou Sento's daughter. It's nice to meet you."

"Umm... It's nice to meet you too," I said, my fear that this Sento-san would snap making me kind of jittery. "I'm Kyoka Jirou."

"Oh, don't be like that. Sorry that you had to see me like that, I just hate seeing my baby boy get hurt, is all," Sento-san explained.

"I understand, kind of. My parents are the same way," I said, trying to push that fear back down.

"Well, in any case, let's get you a uniform. Let's see," Sento-san started sifting through her bag, pulling out several sheets of white cloth, as well as some pretty expensive looking white thread. "Yu-kun sponsored you in, so you'll need a Fifth Star badge, better go ahead and get that first before I forget." She then pulled out a book of what I assumed to be badges before picking up her measuring tape and motioning me to come near the desk by the wall.

"Um, Sento-san," I started, but the woman cut me off before I could continue.

"Call me Nunome or something using my given name," the woman said, measuring my height first, "makes it easier for us to figure out which one you're talking to, considering that there are three of us here. And lose the 'san', we keep things informal here."

"Alright Sen- er, Nunome-chan," I said, catching myself, "you said that Futeki-san wasn't 'genetically' your brother, right?"

"Yeah," Nunome-chan said as she wrote down "154 cm." in a book which I noticed had a bunch of sizes listed. "Ever since what happened about nine years ago, this dojo became something of a second home to him, and we a second family." Nine years ago?

"What happened?" I asked. It was obvious that something wasn't all right with Futeki-san, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"You mean he hasn't told you?" Nunome-chan asked. As I nodded in affirmation, the older woman let out a sigh as she begun measuring my chest. "Sorry, but I can't tell you," she said sadly. Giving a sad smile, she said, "He may not act like it, and it's hard to tell unless you really look at him, and he really doesn't like showing it, but that boy has been through too much and blames himself fro too much for someone his age. I hate to say it, but that boy has been holding on to a lot of baggage for a long time." Writing my chest measurement down, she moved on to my waist, "Sorry, but it really isn't my story to tell. If you really want to know, ask him yourself."

"I understand," I said. Thinking back, I could think of a couple times when he had looked a bit down, but he seemed to brush them off pretty quickly, so I didn't think anything of it.

"Oi," the Nunome-chan said, catching my attention, "I know exactly what you're doing, so stop it. It's only natural to be curious about the kid, considering how he acts."

"I'm just worried, you know?" I said. Truthfully, the idea of a friend of mine, especially someone as kind as Futeki-san, going through anything that was making him feel so bad that even his surrogate family refused to talk about it before he did, it brought me down. I knew how it felt to be on the blue side of things, and it really brings everything down. "I want to return the favor he gave me."

"Oh?" Nunome-chan prompted, questioningly.

"Futeki-san was one of the first people I've ever met who didn't look at my jacks as if they were odd," I said, motioning said appendages to be in front of my face. "Before him, my parents were the only two in that group, but when he looks at me, I feel... I don't know... normal, I guess. When he looks at me, I don't feel like I'm different than anyone else."

"Ah, so he looks at you differently than other people do? And his look makes you feel different than everyone else, as well?" The older woman said this with a humorous smile, but I don't think that I'm in on the joke. "You know," she started, taking the measurement from my shoulders to my waist now, "I hear the same thing all the time."

"Really?" I asked. I don't think I like where this is going.

"Really. Raise your arms to shoulder height, please." She was now measuring my arms. "So, I have to ask, how long have you liked Yu-kun?"

At that, I could feel my entire head light up and felt as if it were actually on fire. "W-w-w-what!?" I yelled in both embarrassment and surprise. "What do you mean by that!?"

"Well, you said it yourself. When he looks at you, you don't feel so different," Nunome-chan said knowingly, and I reluctantly nodded in affirmation, "but you also feel more accepted by him than anyone else, save for maybe your parents." Again, I nodded affirmingly. "Yep, sounds like you like the brat to me," she said to my embarrassment. "Don't have much experience with this?"

"Not really..." I said, thinking back to middle school. I didn't have friends there, much less a crush.

"Well, at least you're both in the same boat then," Nunome-chan said.

"Wait, you're telling me that Futeki-san doesn't know much about this kind of thing either?" I asked, confusedly. "I'd think that, looking like him, he probably wouldn't be unfamiliar with this kind of thing."

"Oh~?" the woman said, now taking the measurement of my hips. "So you think he's attractive then~?"

"No! I mean, kinda, but- not at all!" I said. It's been a while since I was this flustered. I mean, yeah, Futeki-san was pretty tough, and I did have a thing for muscular guys. And sure, he was a lot taller than me, and I do have a thing for taller guys. And, I guess the way he smiles when he's really happy is kind of cute. So what if the way his eyes seemed to twinkle in just the right light made me happier. And who cares if that little smirk he gets when he thinks up a fun idea makes him look like some kind of dashing rogue. And... and... and... Oh fuck.

I like Yuki Futeki.

Yuki P.O.V.

After (reluctantly) leaving the girls by themselves, I went downstairs with Yusha-kun. I had planned on making sure he and Mizu-chan were both fully rested, but Old Man Seijou decided that this was the perfect time for a talk. And not even the violent punchy kind either.

Setting Yusha-kun with the Fifth Stars to rest up, I followed the old man to his office, if you could call it that. "Still going with the rustic look, eh old man?"

"Quiet you, you know I only care about keeping the dojo clean. This old broom closet doesn't need to be spotless," Old Man Seijou said, sitting in his chair on the other side of the desk and motioning for me to take a seat as well. "So, tell me, Yu-kun. This girl. Kyoka Jirou. What is it that made you choose to take her under your wing?"

I had a feeling this was going to come up at some point. To date, in the nine or so years that I have been a part of this dojo, I had only taken three personal students in total. The first was Yusha-kun, and the second was Mizu-chan. "She wanted to learn martial arts, and only knows the hard basics."

"Yes, that I already understood. What I'm wondering is why YOU are training her. You haven't taken a student in two years when you decided to bring Mizu-chan into our folds," Senjou said. He wasn't wrong. I didn't like taking students that often. Too many, and I feel like I'd get overwhelmed, especially since what happened four years ago. "Not to mention, this is the first time in a long while since you've taken one so old. Usually, you prefer to build a fighter from the ground up-"

"So that they gain both technique and a love for fighting in general," I interrupted the older man, "you don't have to remind me of my teaching techniques."

"I know that, but you and I both know that it isn't the only reason, don't we?" Seijou asked. The damn old man knew me too well. "In fact, this is the only student you've attempted to teach since Ida-"

"You wanna fight, old man?" I said, glaring at the man. He knew the real reason why I refused to take older students. This means that he knew exactly why he shouldn't mention it. "I thought we agreed to never talk about that again?"

I knew that Seijou wasn't intimidated by my glare, as evidenced by the glare he was sending back. "Idai Fusha happened Yuki. We can't keep trying to forget what happened. We SHOULDN'T keep trying to forget what happened."

"I refuse," I said adamantly. Idai was my greatest failure, and I refuse to acknowledge the possibility that that failure would repeat itself. Unfortunately, the old man replaced his glare with a look that I hated seeing on his face even more. It was a look all too familiar to me. It was a look of sadness and pity.

"My boy," Seijou started, looking at me solemnly, "I can see the road you're on, and there is a fork. You haven't gone down either, but I can tell which path you are leaning towards," the old man said sadly. "It is a road I myself had traveled for quite some time. A road which I have seen far too many go down. I was lucky to have had the thought of retracing my steps and going down the other path, but most are not able to do the same." The man stood, and I did as well, facing him. Putting his hands on my shoulders, I was suddenly aware of the tears which were trailing down my face. "Please, my boy. Don't make the same mistake that I nearly did. Don't make the same mistake that too many have. If you do, it will destroy you." The old man then pulled me into a hug, allowing me to hide my crying form in his shoulder.

About ten minutes later, I had completely cried myself dry and went to the bathroom to wash my face. Going back to the office to talk more with Old Man Seijou. Sitting back down, I noticed that he still had a worried look about him. "You alright now, Yu-kun?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. Sorry about that," I said, shaking all the not fun thoughts from my head.

"I must say, boy, it's been a long time since I've seen you shed a tear. Are you sure everything is fine?" The old man was worried about me, which is understandable, all things considered.

"Yeah, I know. It's just," I started, trying to make sense of everything in my head. "For some reason or another, I've been feeling more emotional than ever for the last month."

"Oh?" Seijou prompted me to go on.

"I'd say it started a little bit after the U.A. entrance exam," I noted. "Every now and again, I've noticed these odd moments of increased sensitivity."

"Hm... could you elaborate? Is there some kind of 'trigger' for these that you can see?" The old man prompted.

"Let's see..." I said, trying to think back. "Oh, there was this one time when Jirou, Midoriya, Uraraka, and I had gone on our first outing as friends. It was about a week after the entrance exam, and we had all gotten our acceptance letters. After Midoriya and Uraraka left, Jirou and I decided to keep hanging out by ourselves, but this villain showed up and started trashing shit. You may remember it, it was the Rhino guy from the news."

"I remember. Go on, please."

"Well, I remember feeling the usual want to protect those around me as much as I could," I said, "but there was something else there too. Something that was hidden behind my want to save as many as I could."

"Do you have any idea what it was?" He asked.

Thinking to myself for a minute, I tried to remember. Then it came to me. "Fear. It was fear."

"Fear?" He questioned. "I've seen you fight tougher opponents than that with a joyful smile. Never knew you to be one who feared for their own life." Seijou wasn't wrong. I've always been the kind of person to punch first, worry about a broken arm later.

"That's just it. I don't think it was fear for my sake." No, I know it wasn't fear for my own sake, and it wasn't fear for the crowd either. I couldn't consider fearing for them before taking care of the villain. No there was a very specific source for my fear. A single person.

"Then who was the fear for? You usually don't let feelings cloud your judgment in situations like this."

Thinking back to that day, I retraced everything about the situation. Suddenly, I realized what it was. "Jirou."

"What?" Seijou asked, confused.

"I was afraid that if I didn't catch the villain's attention, that she'd get hurt."

"Well, It isn't uncommon for someone to be concerned for a friend's safety."

No. That wasn't it. "No. No. No. She's the key to this." I was pacing back and forth in front of the old man now. "Even before that, during the entrance exam. She had gotten caught by a Zero-Pointer. Bigass robot thing, they use it as an arena trap for the entrance exam. Instead of letting someone else deal with it, I chose to forgo getting more villain points to go and save her from it."

"Well, you are training to be a hero, so it's only natural to want to save someone when you can." Seijou tried to explain, but everything was starting to come together.

"No, there's more. After the exam, I remember feeling flustered for some reason because she had given me her number. And then, after we separated from Midoriya and Uraraka on the day of the villain attack, I remember feeling kind of nervous about being around her by myself for some reason." At this point, my mind was racing at a mile a minute. "And then, yesterday, when a girl in our class, Ashido, I think, asked if we were dating, I had to force myself to not blush, and can't tell why I didn't want to, or why I was about to either. Then, when I told her that I was a pretty good martial arts instructor, the way she smiled when she asked if I could teach her gave me this really weird feeling in my chest as if I couldn't even breath. Finally, when we were told to put on our her costumes, I couldn't help but think about how cute hers was."

At all of this information being dropped directly into his lap, Seijou wasn't showing much emotion on his face save for the widening of his eyes. "Er..."

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, not to the old man, but to myself. "Am I sick or something? Why the hell is it only when I'm around Jirou?" Looking at Old Man Seijou, all he gave me was a knowing look. "What the actual fuck is wrong with me, old man?"

What followed my question was a quiet cough. Sitting down in the chair again, I put my hands around my head. All of this thinking was starting to give me a headache. "Yu-kun," Seijou started, looking at me directly. Matching his line of sight, he let out a sigh. "Yu-kun, I believe I know what is ailing you, but to be absolutely sure, I need to make sure your symptoms are in line with what I believe this 'Mystery Ailment' is. So tell me, do you believe that Kyoka Jirou is... cute?"

Blushing a bit at the question, I thought to myself for a bit before answering. "Yes. I do."

"I see..." he said, scratching his chin. "Would you say that you enjoy spending time with Kyoka Jirou, then?"

"Yes. In fact, I'd say that she's my best friend." I answered. Sure, Midoriya and I were training buddies, but Jirou and I just seemed to... get each other.

"I see, I see... Now, you said that when she smiled, you felt something weird around your chest, correct?" I nodded in affirmation. "Could you describe it?"

"It's hard to describe..." I started, thinking of how to best describe it. "It felt kind of like... like there was some kind of small bird in my chest, and it was trying to fly away, but couldn't get out..." I said, describing the feeling as best as I could.

"Well, I believe that I know what this is then, boy," Old Man Senjou said, looking at me straight in the eye before taking a deep breath. He then proceeded to laugh harder than I've ever seen him laugh in the over ten years that I have known him.

"The hell are you laughing at you old fuck!?" I yelled. This was no laughing matter. I felt as if there was something wrong with me this whole time, but he seems to think it was funny. "Stop laughing or I'll beat the laughter outta you old coot!"

After a few minutes of trying to get the old man to calm down, he finally did, though he was now out of breath. "Sorry, boy, but I just can't believe that our little Yu-kun is finally becoming a man."

"The hell are you talking about?" I asked, still seething from the fact that he thought this was something to laugh about. "Hurry up and tell me what's going on or I swear, your life will end by my hand, you old coot!" Ever since the incident nine years ago, I had basically lost my sense for most emotions. Since then, I've been relearning what they all feel like. Sadness was the first, which was quickly followed by Happiness, Respect, and Familial Love. Embarrassment came next, which was followed by anger. Yusha and Mizu both made me remember Pride, but Regret and Fear were some things I learned after Idai Unfortunately, what I felt around Jirou wasn't any of these, and not knowing what it is was tearing me up inside.

"Sorry boy," he said, apologetically, though, judging by the huff of air following it, he still found this funny. "Yu-kun, my boy... What you are experiencing is called 'liking' someone."

"Well yeah, I like Jirou. I like most people I meet. This is definitely different."

"No, you idiot," he said mockingly, with a smile that made me really wanna punch him in the face. "I don't mean 'liking' in a friendly way. I mean 'liking' in a romantic way."

"Oh."

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"Fuck..."

And with that, chapter 7 is finished a full week before it's due. This chapter, we get to see the rare emotional side of Yuki Futeki, as well as both Kyoka and Yuki, figuring out about what it was they feel around each other. Next chapter is going to be a toss-up between continuing where I left off, or cutting straight to day three of our intrepid heroes' lives at U.A. I'm personally partial to continuing here, but let me know what you guys are hoping for by leaving a review. Remember, I take both constructive and deconstructive criticism, so hit me with your best shot.