Welcome back to your probably-not-favorite-but-it's-kind-of-an-ok-read-if-I'm-really-bored-and-have-nothing-better-to-do story! Today, we get the thrilling conclusion to Kyoka's first day at the dojo. Probably. I'll keep it real with you guys, I write these things before working on the chapter most of the time, so who knows what's gonna happen. Honestly, the only reason I'm gonna keep this thing exactly as it is right now is that I feel like it'd be kind of funny if I didn't, and you all called me out on my bullshit.

Anyway, currently for me, as I write this, it is still Friday, and I mean the Friday of the same week that I wrote the last two. Gotta keep that buffer zone strong. This also means that the cute little creative bug that is currently burrowing deep within my brain that I'm pretty sure will kill me once it gets to its destination hasn't died yes, and I'm on a roll.

In other news, I'm currently setting up a discord server. I feel like it'd be pretty fun to hear your guys' opinions in real time. If you leave a review, tell me your thoughts on if it'd be a good idea or not.

Reviews:

TuryA: Oh, don't worry, the Dorky Dojo is a trilogy. Thanks, I'm trying to make the relationship between Yuki and Kyoka as organic as I can. It's a bit harder than I originally thought it would, mostly because I haven't really been in a relationship since like, the beginning of high school, so about five years ago. I was actually worried that I was making things progress a bit too fast, so knowing that It's coming off ok is pretty encouraging.

Oh, and "coot" is a pretty underused word these days, so I can understand the confusion. "Coot" in a fairly old, informal word, meaning "a foolish or eccentric person, typically an old man." As I said, the word goes unused these days unless you live in some of the more southern states, and even then, it still goes pretty unused.

Dark White Fang: As I said, the Dorky Dojo is a trilogy. I'm probably not going to have much of Yuki's home life in view (mostly because I feel like looking at the life of a teenage orphan would be a bit too depressing). That being said, you won't be hurting much for hero training. I plan on showing more of that than you would usually see. Yuki will show that Kyoka isn't the only person he really talks to either, you'll get to see a bit more of the beginnings of his friendships starting next chapter, though this chapter will show you a general idea at the very least.

Lelouch of Zero: Shit, thought I caught 'em all. Going back and fixing that as I write this response. Thanks for telling me. That was back when I was still planning out the whole star system that the dojo went under. The Yusha/Izuku parallels are very intentional, and let's just say that the meeting of the two quirkless wonders is a situation I very much look forward to writing. Yuki and his emotional turmoil is exactly as amusing and depressing to write about as it is to read, and, again, the Dorky Dojo will return this Sunday. The training session may or may not be what you're expecting, but I guarantee that the combined realization will lead to a great amount of fun in how they interact in the future.

NamingIsHard: I completely understand the "Yuki is a feminine name" thing. When I first started working with it, I felt the same way, so I ran it by, and found that the name can be both feminine and masculine. I do think it is pretty fun to have a girlish sounding given name to compare for his fairly macho-sounding family name as well. Not to mention, it'll give a very personal feeling to those who do choose to use his given name. As I said, I understand the light stereotyping on his name and will try to prove that it can be just as manly as it can be feminine.

Guest: Thanks, man. I'll try to keep every chapter better than the last.

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/ Loud AF Sounds

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

Yuki's Sorrow Revealed

Kyoka P.O.V.

The 'girl talk', at least, I think that's what it was, was finally over, as was Nunome-chan's measuring. This meant that she was now able to do her work on my uniform. She did this by using her hair, which she seemed to use more as extra hands. Though, I couldn't be too sure, considering that she was currently maneuvering ten different 'hair tendrils', all of which had a tool. Six of the hair tendrils were working scissors to cut the cloth while the other six were sowing the cloth together. Fortunately, this seemed to take a lot of concentration from the mother, as she hadn't spoken a word since she started. This meant that Nunome-chan, who I have now learned loves to tease people even more than Futeki-san and I, wasn't teasing me anymore.

Unfortunately, this left me ample time to think about exactly what she had been teasing me about. Specifically, my friend, Yuki Futeki.

To be even more specific, the fact that I like my friend, Yuki Futeki.

Thinking about it, it kind of made sense. Hell, the first day that I knew the guy, I gave him my phone number. Granted, that was about a week before I realized that he was the same guy who had saved me during the entrance exam. Didn't take a genius to figure it out, but I didn't actually realize it until after he had fought the rhino villain and saw how he looked with his hair tie undone. Honestly, I'm not surprised that I ended up liking him. He fit all of the criteria I personally had. He was taller than me, though, as much as I hate to admit it, that doesn't take much, and he was really muscular too, judging by those arms, but not too muscular that Rikido Sato guy from our class. He was pretty cute and funny and snarky and- Oh fuck I got it bad.

While I could accept the fact that I was into him, I also accepted another fact. One that I really don't like to think about. While I like him, there's a good chance that he doesn't like me. I mean, not to put myself down, but literally, every other girl in our class is more... feminine than me. Like, I don't have a very big chest, I'm not tall, I'm not all that pretty either, and I'm the least girly acting girl in the class. Why would he want to go out with me when there are girls who are more appealing like Ashido, or cutesy like Uraraka, or straightforward like Asui, or outgoing like Hagakure. Hell, being him, he could probably even get a chance with Yaoyorozu and get the full package.

So, after a lot of careful deliberation, I decided not to act on these newfound feelings. I'll just be his friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. This was the conclusion I immediately came to before having a uniform hit me directly in the face. "Oi, Kyo-chan, put that on."

"Kyo-chan? What's up with that?" I asked, broken away from my thoughts.

"That's what I'm calling you. We don't use last names here. Too formal. Now put on your uniform so I can need if I need to make any adjustments."

"Alright, jeez," I said, exasperated. Putting on the pants first, I realized that they came out a bit too long. I then put on the jacket, which fit perfectly. "A bit long on the pants, but otherwise okay."

"Here," the woman said, getting a sewing needle and a pair of scissors. "Stand completely still." The woman then used her scissors to cut the pant legs to be right at the bottom of my foot, and then used the sewing needle to sow that bit to make a cuff that ended right at my ankle, and then did the same for the other leg. "Alright, that should be better. What size shoe do you wear?"

"23 cm," I answered, and Nunome-chan went to one of the larger closets in this room, throwing a pair of taekwondo shoes at me. Catching them, I put them on. "They fit."

"Perfect, that means that you should be done with me," the woman said, "you should probably go and meet up with Yu-kun. Knowing that idiot, he's probably starting to get antsy."

"Alright. Thanks, Nunome-chan," I said and walked towards the door.

"Oh, and Kyo-chan," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry too much about Yu-kun. He may be stupid, but he's not as dumb as he pretends to be," she said jokingly, but I could tell that the older woman was sincere in her meaning. "I can tell you, with full confidence, that he won't just discount your feelings."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Simple, the brat it denser than most metals, but he has a good heart."

Yuki P.O.V.

I was currently sitting around in the rest area with most of the Fifth Stars. How long I've been sitting here, I couldn't tell. It could've been twenty minutes, could've been twenty hours. What I do know is that this is all kinds of fucking new to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm an idiot, but I'm not stupid. I know what love is. I know that I love Old Man Seijou like a father, though I'll never admit it. I know that I love Ne-san like a sister. I know that I love Yusha-kun and Mizu-chan like they were my own flesh and blood brother and sister. I was very familiar with the familial brand of love.

Wanna know what I didn't know until maybe half ago? This shit.

I don't know the first thing about romance. Not in the slightest. Like, I know it existed, I just never pieced together that it was so different. This isn't like the love I feel for anyone here at all. I always thought that, when you fell for someone, that you'd know, you know? From personal experience, however, I can tell you that you really fucking don't. Hell, I thought that I was actually sick or something this whole time. Nope, turns out I fell for the cutie who has the ability to listen to music without needing a pair of headphones.

I'm very slowly coming to terms with it, but it's still kind of weird. Not bad. Not good. Just... new. That being said, I still had no way of knowing how to act in this kind of situation. I'm not a lover, I'm a fighter. Specifically, I'm a fighter who didn't even know what liking someone was until maybe 25 minutes ago. Even more specifically, I'm a fighter who was kind of freaking out. Usually, my plan for most problems is to punch them, but I can't just punch this problem away. Believe me, I've tried. This is something that'll take me a while to get through.

Taking my phone out from my pocket, thank god these things have pockets, I checked the time to make sure I wasn't in some kind of time loop. "4 p.m. already?" I heard a familiar voice from behind me, one belonging to the girl who I was just thinking about. Standing up, I did everything I could to make sure my face didn't show the redness that threatened to appear.

"Yeah, you ready for your first training session?" I asked, not yet facing Jirou as my face still felt a bit warmer than usual.

"Take a look and you'll find out, d-doofus," she said.

"Alright, fi-" as I turned around, I was given the sight of a blushing Jirou, now clad in a white uniform, who was twirling her jack with her finger as she looked to the side, embarrassed. Fuck, how is it possible to look so good in a martial arts uniform? Taking a deep breath to calm myself as quietly as possible, I tried to force my brain back into operational condition and attempted as best as I could to form a cohesive sentence. "H-huh... You look nice..." Mentally punching myself for starring, I glared at a wall to my right. "So, you want to go ahead and get started?" I asked, though it came out much more panicked than originally intended. Fortunately, Jirou didn't seem to notice.

"S-sure. What do you w-want me to do?" She asked, hesitantly.

"W-well..." I started, trying to ignore the fact that her uniform fit her perfectly. Fortunately, the idea of fighting started to drive those damned emotions out. "For today, let's just have a friendly spar, no quirks. I got a little idea during the battle trial today, but a full spar might give me a better understanding of your strengths and weaknesses. Follow me," I said, my confidence fully returned, for now, at least, and I led her to a smaller room off to the side from the one Oba-san used, which was usually where I took the brats for their private training.

Kyoka P.O.V.

Why did this asshole have to look as hot as he did? I thought I had calmed down after my talk with Nunome-chan, but now that I was actually face to face with the center of my troubles, it was all popping back up. Now that I knew what I felt for him, I was starting to pay more attention to certain things about him, mainly, the fact that his arms and upper chest were mostly exposed. I always did have a thing for more muscular guys. Hell, I used to have a crush on All Might when I was younger, but then again, so did every little girl with hero worship syndrome.

Granted, Futeki-san didn't have the raw muscle mass that heroes like All Might or Endeavor possessed, but what he lacked in size, he more than made up for in definition. How I didn't notice how muscular he looked before is lost on me, but looking at him now, he looked like he was chiseled by an artist, then given life. Why did Nunome-chan have to say anything?

Going through a door to a side room he had opened, I noticed a couple of things. First of all, this room was devoid of people, and the second is that this room seemed to be more personalized than the main training area. The room below had multiple weapon racks for weapons training, as well as training dummies, while this one had none. All along the walls were red and black banners, covered in artistic flames. I also noticed multiple trophies lining the walls, four groups of them in total, though one of the groups had much more than the other three combined. One of the groups of trophies also seemed to have been converted into a shrine. What is this room?

"This," Futeki-san said, seemingly reading my mind, "is my personal training chamber. This is where my personal students train when I'm able to teach them. This is where you'll be trained, directly under me."

"H-huh?" I was a bit flustered at this information. Was this some kind of sick joke of the divine? I just realize my feelings for this asshole, and he decides to teach me one-on-one, with no supervision? Biting my tongue, I tried my best to remain calm. I can do this. I wanted to do this. I. Needed. To. Do. This. "Alright... So, you wanted to spar?"

"That's right!" Futeki-san said, punching the palm of his hand and putting on that damn smile of his. "This time around, I won't really try to attack much. I want you to come at me with everything you've got, save for that sonic attack from your quirk. I need to figure out what type of fighting style would be best for you to learn, and while I got a general idea, I need to refine that idea into an image of how you fight."

"Got it," I said, putting up my fists and widening my stance. "Don't get mad when I start to actually hurt you."

"Shut up and kick my ass."

Getting in close before he could get out of the way, I threw a right at him, though he caught it, using the momentum to spin around my body and lightly tap me in the back of the head. "C'mon, Jirou-chan," flipping to the speaking tone that he had used for the younger Sento-san and Unabara-san, "you can't just rush me and expect to land a hit. Fight smarter, not harder."

"Take this!" I said, stabbing a jack into the floor and trying to kick the back of his head, and following up with another kick. Unfortunately, he ducked the first kick and caught the second, pulling me towards him so he could put a hand on my stomach and throw me away. Rolling to keep damage to a minimum, I tried to continue my assault, attempting a flurry of punches and kicks, though he blocked and pushed away each attack with his hands, turning to his side and switching to only one hand about halfway through. He then caught another punch aimed at his head. "Tell you what Jirou-chan. Right now, you are technically uninitiated, so think of this as your true initiation test. If you can land a single clean attack on my body, you'll be placed as a Fifth Star. If not, you'll have to work your way up from the First Star."

Choosing to not respond to Futeki-san, I instead used his hand as a base to raise myself, throwing up my lower body in an attempt to kick his head in, though he caught this too. He then proceeded to throw me away from him, just like last time. I was starting to notice a pattern. He wasn't attacking at all. While I understood not attacking much, he hasn't hit me with anything other than a light tap, which hurt my pride more than anything else. Though, I felt like there was a reason for this.

"Have you really not figured it out yet?" Futeki-san asked, shaking his head. "I'm not just sparring with you, Jirou-chan. There is a way to do this, you just aren't doing it. You're only using four of your limbs when you could be using all of them."

Rushing him again, I threw a kick at him, this one aimed at his midsection, though he caught this one as well, throwing me out of punching distance again. What was he talking about? Wait, he didn't mean... Of course! "My jacks?"

"There it is. I was wondering how long it'd take you to realize. You've been neglecting your two strongest muscles," he said, "a common mistake, mostly instilled because of pre-hero school life."

Kicking off the ground in a run again, I whipped my jacks at him, which he blocked. Using them to coil around his arms, I drew the more experienced fighter towards me and attempted a dropkick. He used his strength to twirl me around, throwing me to the side, and I uncoiled a jack, stabbing it towards his side, but he dodged out of the way, jumping through the air. He seemed to forget the other jack, still around his arm, so I used that to pull him towards me once again.

This time, Futeki-san wasn't able to overpower me, since he was in the air, and couldn't escape either, as I had wrapped my other jack around his legs. This allowed me to kick him in the stomach with him unable to dodge or block. "I've got you!" I yelled, kicking as hard as I could.

It connected. As I kicked, I uncoiled my jacks, allowing the force of the kick to send him away, though he only fell a foot or two away before landing on his feet. Keeping my fists up, I went for a right hook to capitalize on his situation, but he caught this easily, spinning me around into a standing arm lock, with my arm behind my back and my back to his chest. "Oi, stop! You got me." He yelled, trying to calm me down while I tried in vain to escape from his hold.

"Wait, what?" I said, having forgotten that I didn't necessarily need to beat him.

"Yeah, good job. Though I was lying about the whole 'needing to hit me to earn your spot in Fifth Star' thing."

"What!?"

"I think Aizawa-sensei would've called it a 'logical ruse'," Futeki-san said, jokingly, "you know, to get you to do your absolute best and all that." He was giving off that damn smile again, and I was becoming very aware of our position as he spoke. Oh god, I can feel his abs.

"Oi, Futeki-san," I said, hiding my face so he wouldn't see the heat building up, "could you hurry up and let go already!" I yelled, jabbing his sides with my jacks.

As soon as I did so, he let go. "S-sorry. Anyway, n-now that I've faced off against you, I think I have a good understanding of how you should fight." Why the hell was he stammering? He wasn't the one getting fight-hugged from behind by his crush. Letting out a short cough, he spoke more easily now, "I think that we're done for today, so how about I make good on my deal and get you dinner, and we can get you home, alright?"

"S-sure."

Yuki P.O.V.

Fortunately, my training room had a bathroom off to the side, and when I told the petite girl, she immediately said that she wanted to shower first. Before she exited, she had put on a tight, dark-purple tank top as well as a pair of black sweatpants. When I went in, I decided to take a cold shower because I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as my mind kept going back to an imaginary image of Jirou in the shower.

Needless to say, I had made sure that the water was ice fucking cold.

After my shower, I had put on a tight red tank top of my own, as well as a pair of gray sweatpants. Exiting the bathroom, I made sure to place a small offering for Idai before we left. "What's that?" I heard Jirou ask from behind me.

This is probably what the old man was talking about earlier. The brats wouldn't ask many questions and take my usual evasion of their questions as good enough reasoning, but Jirou was smarter than them. She'd know if I was bullshitting, so I decided to go ahead and tell the truth.

"This," I started, trying to keep my smile from fading away as I lit the incense aflame, "is Idai."

"Idai?" She questioned, and I didn't answer immediately. "What happened to him? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer if you don-"

"It's fine. I try to avoid thinking about him too much anyway," I said, cutting her off, "Idai was- is, my greatest success, but he's also my greatest failure." Looking at her, I noticed that her face didn't show much beyond confusion as well as sadness, so I continued. "Idai is my greatest student. He was the first one I ever taught, but he was incredible. I was only a year or two older than him, but he looked at me as if I were his elder by fifty years. He took to my style of teaching better than any other, even better than Yusha-kun. This is mostly because of his quirk, 'Jet', which allowed him to fight much the same way that I had at the time, flying around his opponent with unmatched speed. Unfortunately, it seemed that his grandfather, a hero by the name of Gran Torino, had a couple of enemies, and those enemies knew about him."

"Was he..." she started but didn't finish. Even still, I knew what she was thinking.

"I don't know. We were attacked by a battalion of thugs. They weren't strong alone, but what they lacked in strength, they more than made up for in numbers. There were only two villains who seemed like they were all that strong, but I never even got to fight them. They seemed to be the bosses behind the operation. At the time, my body was far too weak to fight as I had for very long. Eventually, I was knocked unconscious. I woke up a week later in intensive care. Fractured bones and destroyed muscles galore, but I was alive. I can only think that they didn't expect me to survive, so they didn't finish me off."

"And what happened to Idai?"

"Couldn't tell you. He disappeared off the face of the earth. No trace of him save for the scorch marks his quirk left on the ground. Never did find out what had happened to him. After about two years, around the same time I had taken Yusha-kun under my wing after seeing what he could do, I decided to build this. I don't know if he's dead or not, but I can't help but think so. There were too many villains. We could barely fight them off together. Alone, he wouldn't have stood a chance. His grandfather had retired a few years before then, and what happened only solidified his resolve. His parents... They couldn't stand the thought of living in the same home anymore. They moved out of the country."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Turning around, I enveloped her in a hug. "Don't be. You didn't do anything. I've had a little over four years to come to terms with this," I said, silencing the smaller girl, "now, how about we get some dinner because I need to stop thinking about this."

After getting Jirou some takeout, I walked her to the train station before she all but forced me to go home. Walking home, I couldn't help but think back. The old man is right. I have been trying to ignore my regrets for way too long. This isn't like me. I usually punch whatever problems I have away, and what happened to Idai should be no different. I can't keep running away from it.

"Ah hell," I said, looking towards the stars with a solemn smile, "I'm starting to think that she might actually be a good influence on me."

"So, did you make it home all right last night?" I asked Jirou. After learning that we rode the same train to U.A. I decided to make a point to meet up with her before we made our way to U.A.

"Yeah, nothing happened," she answered, "why, do you think I live in a bad neighborhood or something?"

"Nope." Fortunately, I was able to beat my feelings down this time around and talk with her normally. After we separated yesterday, I had done as much research on romantic relationships, though, there were a number of sites that I didn't give much more than a glance, mostly because of the explicit nature of their content. Seriously, the actors looked nothing like who they were trying to imitate, but I don't think I'll ever be able to look at Mt. Lady the same way.

After doing a night's worth of heavy research and careful deliberation, I decided to not pursue anything more than friendship with Jirou. Don't get me wrong, pretty sure that fluttering in by stomach is still very much there, but that's exactly why I don't want to do anything. Jirou is a great person, which is exactly why I don't want her to have to bear any of the weight of my failures. She deserves a happy life, one with someone who doesn't have enough baggage to be forced off of a plane. Besides, this is all under the assumption that she would even want to be with me.

"The hell is all that," I heard Jirou say, pulling me from my thoughts. Following her eyes, I took notice of the crowd which was formed directly in front of the U.A. main gate. Looking more closely, I could see a few glints coming from the glass on the faces of their cameras.

"Reporters," I said, unintentionally letting venom seek out from my voice. As we got closer, the crowd seemed to notice us as well, most of them turning towards us. As we got within striking distance, I put my arm around Jirou's shoulders, pulling her closer to me so the crowd couldn't separate us. "Stay close, they could get handsy."

One of them, a female one with dark brown hair, similar in color to Yusha-kun and Oba-san, thrust a microphone towards my face with vigor equal to that of a fighter. "Excuse me, sir, what do you think about All Might's sudden interest in teach-"

Snatching the microphone from the woman's hand with speed that could make Ingenium blush, I allowed my inner Bakugo to take control for a bit. "Don't care, piss off." Using my body as a blade to pierce through the crowd and allow Jirou and I passage, we made it through with little trouble. Tossing the microphone behind my back towards the woman, I kept walking until we were about halfway to the main door. It was at this point that Jirou jabbed me in the ribs with he jack. "Ah, what the hell!"

"When do you think you'll let go of me, moron?" It was at this point that I realized that I hadn't let go of the smaller girl yet. It was also at this point that I realized just how close I had been holding her. Letting go and jumping away quickly, I could feel my face heating up, despite my fighting it.

"Sorry!" I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was mad, but Jirou started to walk ahead of me as soon as I let go of her. Damnit, why did this "liking" thing have to be so difficult?

Kyoka P.O.V.

I couldn't take that situation anymore. Did he know what he was doing? Was this all some sick joke of his to pick fun at her, or was this some kind of prank by some deity? Why the hell did he have to be so damn warm? Walking ahead of him, I tried my best to make sure that he couldn't see his face, at least until the heat had died down. As we sat down and waited for everyone else to funnel in, I eventually calmed down enough to go back to my usual attitude.

Fortunately, I was pretty good at keeping a good poker face, so no one was any the wiser about how I was internally, though I do remember getting a few funny looks from mom when I came home last night. I'm pretty sure she knows or at least has a really good feeling. Damn mother's intuition. Fortunately enough, she didn't seem to be inclined to tell dad about it. That didn't stop him from getting worked up over both the fact that I was alone with a boy, even if I hadn't been alone with him any longer than thirty minutes overall between the walk from class to the train station, the walk from the train station to the dojo, the spar, and the walk back from the dojo to the train.

Frankly, even if he wanted to, the Futeki-san didn't exactly have much time to try anything. Granted, past the talk with Nunome-chan, I don't really know what I would've done if he had. If I had to guess, I probably wouldn't have given much resistance, if any, if he had decided that he wanted to try- DANGEROUS THOUGHTS, GO AWAY!

Suddenly, Aizawa-sensei came in, carrying with him a stack of papers. "Hope you're rested from yesterday's battle trial. I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation. Bakugo," the teacher called out, making the boy in question jump slightly, "stop acting like a seven-year-old. You're wasting your own talent."

In response, Bakugo-san shifted his gaze down at his desk which looked like something akin to disappointment. "… I know."

"And you," Aizawa-sensei said, now looking behind the blond boy to Midoriya-san, causing the much more nervous boy to jump much more than Bakugo-san did, "are you always planning on destroying your arm, Midoriya? If you keep going 'I can't adjust my quirk so I have no choice', you'll never get terribly far. I've said it before. Don't make me say it a third time. Once you've cleared that hurdle, you'll be much more flexible, so I need to see some sweat out of you, Midoriya."

With renewed vigor from the backhanded pep-talk, the boy in question raised his head, looking Aizawa-sensei directly in the eyes. "Yes, sir!"

"Also, Futeki," he said, now looking at the taller boy to the left of my view, "while I understand your confidence in your quirk, don't hold back that much again. From what you've shown during the quirk apprehension test, you're probably one of the strongest we've gotten from a first year in a long while, but for some reason," the disheveled teacher said, turning his attention towards me for a moment before turning back to Futeki-san, "you decided to hold yourself back as much as you did. We still need to get an idea of what you can really do, so don't do that again. Are we clear?" Aizawa-sensei held a dangerous glare to the boy, but he didn't seem nearly as phased as the other two before him.

"Crystal."

"Good, now let's get on with the homeroom notices…" Putting his papers away, Aizawa-sensei pulled out a sheet from the stack he had in front of him. "I'm sorry to have to spring this on you all, but…"

What now, another pop test!? Was this guy even really a teacher, or did we all just keep going to the wrong room?

"We need to pick a class president," the man finally said, throwing all of us off.

I heard Kaminari-san yell out from beside me. "Finally, something school like!" And with that, all bets were off. Everyone, including myself, raised our hands. Being the class leader would definitely build up one's hero foundation faster. Even Midoriya-san was raising his hand, albeit timidly. "I wanna do it too," I said along with the rest of the voices drowning me out.

"Be quiet!" I heard a familiar, nerdy voice yell out from my far right. "This is a task laden with responsibility where you must carry and pull everyone else's weight! Just because you'd like to do it doesn't mean you can!" Iida-san was now standing. "It is a holy office the great esteem and trust of those around you! The only truly worthy leader will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people! Which is why this must be settled by a vote!"

"Big talk from the one whose hand is held the highest," I heard Futeki-san yell from behind me. "That being said, I agree. We need someone who either has experience leading others, or someone with good leadership qualities."

"It's still too early to have developed any trust in each other," said Asui-san.

Kirishima-san spoke up as well, saying, "and everyone will just vote for themselves!"

"Then how about we make that a rule, no one's allowed to vote for themselves, and you have to write your name on the back of your ballot to prove it was you," Futeki-san countered.

"Is this all right, sensei!?"

Aizawa-sensei had already been in the process of putting on his sleeping bag. "As long as you all decide by the deadline, anything's fine."

And so, Iida-san found a box in the storage locker in the back of the classroom, and everyone started to write their votes in. Originally, my plan was to vote for myself, but since Futeki-san had chopped that option away, I decided to vote for him. Putting my vote in the box, Iida-san read each car himself, showing the name of who the voted for, but not showing who the voter was.

In the end, I somehow managed to become a part ofive-way way tie for the vice president spot, Iida-san, Yaoyorozu-san, Midoriya-san, Todoroki-san, and myself getting three points each. The president, as it turned out, was Futeki-san, who had obtained five votes to his name. "Now, how to settle this," Futeki-san said, rubbing his chin as he contemplated.

"We could have another vote, just for the five of us," Yaoyorozu-san said, though the look on her face told me that she was a bit upset at getting a shared second place the first time around.

"I like it, let's go again, and hope that we don't get the same thing again."

And again the rest of the class voted, while the five of us sat this one out. Confusingly, I was still in the game for vice president, with Iida-san and Yaoyorozu-san only getting two votes this time, Todoroki-san getting three votes again, and Midoriya-san and I both getting four votes this time around.

"Ok, this is starting to get ridiculous. Again!"

And, as Futeki-san ordered, the class voted a third time, this time Midoriya-san and I being the only one's barred from voting. He and I were both pretty nervous, though I wasn't showing it, at least not nearly as much as Midoriya-san was. You'd think he'd just seen a ghost. It got even worse when the votes came back in, with Midoriya-san getting ten votes to my eight, making him the new class 1-A vice president.

For the rest of the day, he seemed more sheet paper than man.

"I was starting to think that the voting would never end," Futeki-san joked as I sat down at the table that most of our class had taken up at. "Gonna be honest, if there had been one more draw, I probably would've just flipped a coin."

"What," I asked, a small smirk on my face, "mad that your horse didn't win the race?"

"Well, she almost did," he said, his voice giving off a mix of frustration and amusement, "but she tripped right at the finish line. Shame, too, she probably would've liked to win."

"What?"

"All three of my votes were on you, Jirou-san." Oh, good, here comes the heat again.

"Idiot, everyone else who was tied with me at first were better for the position." I was both embarrassed and angry at him. Why would he want me as his vice president when he had access to geniuses like the other four?

"Don't sell yourself short," I heard Yaoyorozu-san say, "I voted for you in the last round as well."

"Yeah, I voted for you all three rounds too," Kaminari-san said.

"I voted for you in the second round as well," Tokoyami-san said.

"Personally," Futeki-san said thinking to himself out loud, "I think you would've been the best bet. Yaoyorozu and Iida are both smart, but, no offense, they aren't very down to earth."

"None taken," Yaoyorozu-san said, albeit with some sadness in her voice, "you aren't incorrect."

"Todoroki is probably one of, if not the strongest student in our class, but strength doesn't always translate into charisma. That guy is way too aloof for his own good," Futeki-san said, though when he saw the unreadable look Todoroki-san had given him, his eyes widened a bit. "Sorry, forgot you were there for a second. You really should speak up more, man."

"I don't mind."

Getting back his composure, Futeki-san's eyes drifted towards the table that currently sat Midoriya-san, Iida-san, and Uraraka-san. "And then, we have Midoriya, while that kid is a veritable genius, though more in a tactical fashion than Yaoyorozu's raw book smarts, he lacks a lot in confidence, which usually leads to him overthinking things unless he's in some kind of actual danger."

Looking back at me, Futeki-san continued to talk. "In comparison, while you aren't a genius like Yaoyorozu or Midoriya, you aren't stupid either. If anything, I'd say you're smarter than the average U.A. student at the least. That being said, you're also pretty good at thinking on your feet, and, while you aren't the strongest student in our class, considering the fact that you could actually land a hit on me last night, I'd say you're probably in the top ten in class 1-A."

"Didn't I land a hit on you yesterday too? What do you think of me?" Kaminari-san asked, drawing attention away for me so I could calm down and not show them the heat that threatened to envelop my face.

"I'm not talking about the battle trial," Futeki-san said. Was he going to tell them about the training? "If I had actually been going all out during that fight, you wouldn't have lasted a second."

"Aren't you being a bit overconfident?" Yaoyorozu-san asked.

Having calmed down, I decided to bit the bullet. "No, he isn't."

"What're you talking about?"

"Futeki-san trains at a dojo that serves as something of a secondary school to help train people to use their quirks in conjunction with martial arts."

Futeki-san then came in to explain. "The Sento Dojo. I've been training there for most of my life."

"From what I saw while I was there, Futeki-san might be the most powerful person in our class," I said, "at least if we don't take quirks into account."

"And don't get your hopes up," Futeki-san continued, "in terms of raw power, I'm at least in the top four."

"Top four?" Kaminari-san asked, "So who? You, Todoroki, Bakugo, and who else?"

"Personally, I rank our quirk's max power output from fourth place to first, so probably Bakugo and myself sharing third, then Todoroki, and finally Midoriya."

"Oh?" Yaoyorozu-san asked. "Why Midoriya-san?"

"Simple, because I know just how much strength you've gotta put in to be able to break down one of the walls in the testing sites in pretty high above what most of us can pump out. Hell, even I had trouble breaking through the ceiling, and that hit was at 75%. Despite the strength of that reinforced, Midoriya managed to break through three floors of the stuff, and he hadn't even hit the ceiling head on. That was just from the wind pressure his punch had created. Frankly, in terms of raw power, Midoriya is easily the strongest student in 1-A."

Yuki P.O.V.

As I finished telling the group of my personal thoughts on the strength of our strongest classmates, a loud, shrill siren began blaring, shocking us all, though Shoji and Jirou seemed to be taking the brunt of the damage, both seeming rather pained by it. Thinking fast, I looked out the window first.

Fucking reporters again! How the hell did they even get in! "Yaoyorozu, make me a megaphone, and make as many earplugs for Shoji and Jirou!" Fortunately, the creating girl made the megaphone quickly. Grabbing it from her hands, I started using the heads of the other students to hop my way to the doorway. Fortunately, no one really tried to fight my progression, so I was able to make my way to the main doorway quickly. "Hey, everyone calm down! It's just that damn crowd of reporters, there aren't any villains!" As I yelled, I took note of how loud this thing was. Seriously, it was nearly as loud as Loudmouth-sensei's talking voice. "Now, please evacuate in an orderly fashion, no cutting in line, that means you, Bakugo!"

Fortunately, people seemed to listen to louder people and did as I said. Eventually, everyone was now out of the building with no real injuries or lost students. After a few minutes, we were told to go back to homeroom, since we had still gotten through most of our lunchtime when the reporters had broken in any way.

After all of the confusion from what had happened during lunch, Midoriya and I started going through all that we needed to do. Most of it was boring, but I could manage. All I needed to do was some paperwork finalizing mine and Midoriya's positions as president and vice president, as well as setting up a schedule for who cleans up the classroom after school ends each day. Midoriya seemed to have started to calm down a bit from how he was this morning, but that wasn't really saying much. Dork was still jittering like a five-year-old who had just been told off by his parents, but he'll ease into the job, eventually.

"Alright," Caterpillar-sensei said after we had finished all of the paperwork, "It's time for your hero training. Go get your gym clothes and meet me at the Gym Gamma."

As we got changed, I heard Midoriya let out a small gasp. "What's up?" I asked, zipping up my pants.

It took him a second or two, but he finally responded. "Futeki-san… what… what happened to your b-back? If you don't mind me asking, that is! You don't have to answer if you don-"

"Oi," I said, silencing him. Pretty sure his panic already alerted everyone else in the changing room too, because they were all looking at us now.

Kaminari and Tokoyami, both being closer to me than anyone else save for Midoriya, also seemed to have noticed the red mark creeping around my side. "Woah… dude, I knew you were a fighting kinda guy, but aren't we all a bit young to be rocking scars?"

"I'll admit, I am a bit surprised as well," Tokoyami said.

"Oh, this?" I asked, turning around and giving them a full view of my back. "This is the reason why I want to be a hero." The view they were met with was one all too familiar to me. All along my back, from the tip of my right shoulder to the bottom of my left side, was a large web-like mass of scarring, mostly healed up after I had gotten it nine years ago, and no longer really giving me any more pain than any other part of my body. "Midoriya, do you remember any big villainous events that occurred nine years ago? You're good at remembering stuff like this."

"Uh, I do remember there being a pretty bad villain attack back then, but I was too young to really understand what had happened, and it didn't involve All Might, so I never really researched it too much." The younger boy was rubbing his chin to think, but then I could almost see the lightbulb in his head turn on. "Wasn't it some really big fight between Blackout and the retired villain, Blastoff?"

"That's the one. Well, without getting too into the details, I got caught up in the fight. My house at the time was pretty close to ground zero. Blackout's electricity had different properties than real electricity. He was able to make it cut instead of burn if he wanted to, and one of his attacks hit me square in the back while I was running away." It was a small lie, but I don't really feel all that comfortable telling them the full story, at least not yet. "I was the only survivor. It happened during a widescale attack, all over Japan, and most heroes were too caught up with saving the rest of the city. All of the storms that Blackout was causing fucked up most of the communicators, so the only heroes who managed to make it to the scene were Transfer and Heat-Up, but they couldn't really stand up to Blackout. Transfer didn't have the ability to absorb all of Blackout's lightning, and Heat-Up was no Endeavor. Supposedly, Blackout and Blastoff killed each other, but no one could find their body's, and most of the corpses left behind were so destroyed that they were unrecognizable."

"What about your parents?" Damnit Kaminari. I was trying to avoid that line of questioning. Fortunately, Kirishima was close enough to slap him upside the head. Might as well answer him.

"Like I said… I was the only survivor."

And there it is. We get a (somewhat) clear idea of what happened nine years ago, as well as some idea of what happened. This chapter came out way longer than I originally thought it would, but I just couldn't think of a good point to end it. Hell, I didn't even want to end it here, but this was the best way I could do it without giving you two really short chapters. Before you go, please leave a review on your thoughts of this chapter, as well as your thoughts on what really happened nine years ago. Remember, I take both constructive and deconstructive critisism, and I have thick skin, so really lay into me if you see something you didn't like.

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See you guys next time. Peace.