Aizawa was pissed. At himself. He felt bad for not intervening earlier. He knew he was going to have to keep an eye on the Midoriya girl, but he didn't think he was going to have to step in so quickly. 'It's not even the first day of class, technically.' But… he didn't step in. He wanted to see what would happen. He spoke the truth to the students.

He rubbed his temples with one hand and grabbed the railing with the other as he walked down the front stairs from earlier in the morning. He turned his eyes forward and looked for any disturbance in the lawn. Any clues to where the small girl might've ran off too. 'Damn. I knew she was strong, as per the zero pointer KO, but fast as well? She was hard to follow even for me. That, and the huge clap of wind she caused just by moving.' His eyes found some overly-trampled grass.

A small path was visible, careening behind the left side of the building. He made his way over, stepping back onto the paved ground around the dormitory. He moved silently. If she heard him coming and didn't want to see anyone, he couldn't really stop her. 'Well. Couldn't. Wouldn't.' He smirked to himself as he walked. 'Obviously I can stop her. But, she definitely doesn't need that right now. Poor kid is probably terrified about leaving home. Only to get held verbally hostage by another student. I just need to catch her up on what this dumb meeting is even about. She doesn't have to attend. No one does, technically. Nothing's even really planned until tomorrow. Even then we're kind of winging it. I know Kan was trying to talk Nezu into officially scheduling and event.'

Aizawa rounded the corner, his sharp ear picked up intense breathing not far from where he stood. He walked a little farther, spotting her sitting against a dumpster. He approached from an angle where she could see him clearly, careful to not startle her. 'Well. She's not exactly hiding. Nor did she go far.' Her head rested on her knees, arms around her legs. He saw her back and chest heaving. 'Hmm. She's still panicking. I'll only make it worse if I approach her now.' He reached into his back pocket, grabbing a small notepad. He scribbled a quick note before wondering how he'd give it to her. Seeing how there was next to no wind at the moment, he elected to just leave the note in an obvious spot a couple feet in front of her. He folded it slightly, to make it more noticeable.

Nodding to himself, he turned and headed back towards the front entrance, scribbling in his book as he walked. 'Normally I wouldn't go so out of my way for a student so early… Or be so considerate. Izu Midoriya… You've piqued my interest. Not everyone can get a recommendation from All Might AND Principal Nezu. Although we've only exchanged a couple sentences, I can't imagine you having an ego. Impressive considering the power within you. All that remains for you is… Do you want to be a hero, Izu Midoriya?'

Her chest hurt. Her brain throbbed. She could feel it behind her eyes. This was a promise from her body, loud and clear. This would become a migraine later. Her hands shook with excess energy. 'That's right… Adrenaline… I need to… breathe…' She tried opening and closing her hands out in front of her. No good, she could feel pins-and-needles encompass her hands. Numbness came after. She tried to focus on something, anything, besides what was happening to her now or what had just happened. Anything. Find something to focus on.

Her mind drifted to Dagobah beach. 'I wish I was there. I wish… I wish I was in bed. At home. Somewhere familiar.' This was good, her subconscious realized. She was thinking about other stuff. Keep doing it! She thought of the beautiful sunset she saw at Dagobah beach. Of the phenomenal view that was just outside her dorm window. She thought of her dad's smiling face.

Her head shot up. Eyes open and red. 'No. Don't think of him.' She was still taking labored, deep breaths, but she could at least think semi clearly now. She had sufficiently distracted herself. She glanced around at her surroundings. She hadn't paid any attention to where she had stopped when she ran out. The smell finally hit her. She scrunched her nose and made a face.

'Gross. How is there trash already? I thought no one was living here. Do dumpsters just smell eternally bad?' She spotted a note a couple feet away. It had writing on it. She hesitantly stood up, a hand reaching to a metal bar of the dumpster for support. She slowly walked over to the note and picked it up. Before reading, her mind registered what this note meant. 'Someone saw me… freaking out.' Her blood ran cold. Even her mother rarely, if ever, saw her like that. She had gotten, fortunately or unfortunately, very good at hiding and timing her episodes. She tried to piece together who would have come to see her. Someone specifically sought her out, no way was she stumbled upon by someone random. She had no idea where her teacher(?) was. She hadn't seen him in hours. 'Could it have been him?' She decided to read the note.

"Meeting not required. Read student handbook. Covers meeting. Come back before night. Try to show up tomorrow. I'd prefer an even number of students."

-Aizawa

'Aizawa? I hope that's… The man I saw at the door. I don't know what I'd do if a classmate saw me like this… Especially on day one.' Her subconscious took note of the way she phrased that in her mind. Even if Midoriya herself didn't realize it, she still harbored hope for herself. 'Well Aizawa mentioned students in his note. So either way he is a teacher. That's… the best outcome I guess. If anyone was going to see me.' She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Her head ached. Yep. She was right earlier. Migraine. 'I want to lie down… There's no way I can get in the front entrance without being seen. But… I want to go to my room.' She did a better sweep of her surroundings, taking note of the buildings height. An idea. 'I could… jump to the ceiling?' She crossed her arms.

She hadn't read the student handbook she was given when she entered the school grounds. She hadn't had time to yet. She was almost positive there would be a rule in there prohibiting students from being on the roof. 'What about my balcony? The glass door was locked when I first got into the room. I didn't re-lock it. Does it automatically re-lock? ...Only one way to find out. It's probably more appropriate to jump into my own room, than jump to the ceiling and work my way down.'

She walked further behind the building, turning the corner to see what she expected. Four stories of balconies, each five long. Unfortunately, her room was the furthest from where she was now. There was a large field to the back right of the building, for training or group exercises she imagined, which meant there was a rear exit. If she wanted to jump to her room, she'd have to cross the field and risk being seen. 'Well. It's this or walk the other way, meaning crossing the front entrance.' She steeled herself and, as calmly as possible, walked across the field towards the side of the building where her dorm was. She passed the rear exit, managing to steal a glance inside. 'No one is in the main living area? Did they all leave? What… what am I missing? Aizawa's note made the meeting seem pretty basic. But it hasn't been that long… right? There's no way the meeting is over.'

She'd worry about that later. For now, she had to focus on her main objective: Bed. She stood under four balconies now. She walked a good ten feet from the building and turned around, eyes locked on the balcony she knew was hers. She could just barely see the chair she left outside, confirming she was looking at the correct balcony. She closed her eyes and briefly focused. Her head was still throbbing, so it took her a moment to channel Full-Cowling. The familiar flow of electricity surrounded her. She charged up to ten percent, and…

'Jump!' She screamed in her mind. Leaping up and managing to grab the railing of her balcony. She wasted no time hanging from the bar, lest she be seen. Still at 10%, she used her arms and hauled herself over the railing with ease. She, unfortunately, didn't think about landing while swinging over the railing. She unceremoniously crashed into the concrete floor. She brought herself to a sitting position and rubbed the right side of her hip that she landed on. 'I did it though! Yay.' She let a small smile show. She stood up to try the glass door. It was unlocked. 'Double yay! Bed time… at 11:15am or something.' As she was about to slide the glass door open, she heard a cough. She whipped her head to her right.

"Uh. Hi… Midoriya?" The red headed guy from earlier was on his balcony, leaning on the side railing far from her. "Whats… Ahem." He cleared his throat. 'What the heck do I say! I know exactly what she's doing, but I had to make myself known. I didn't want her to see me first and…' Due to the way she landed, and that she had yet to readjust her hair, he could see her eyes. A concerned frown formed on his face. 'She's been crying… Her hair isn't in her eyes for once. She has such beautiful green eyes… Should. What should I ask her? Should I ask her anything at all, or just leave her be?' He realized he was staring. Then again… so was she. 'She has freckles.' He noted. "How are you doing? Uh."

'Just when I thought I was in the clear… Say something, idiot! He's just looking at you! You're looking at him! Do! Something!' She shook her head, and her hair fell back in place, hiding her eyes once again. She stood stock still, not knowing what to say or do in this situation. 'If I were breaking any rules right now… would he tell anyone? Wait. Priorities. Thinking comes later. Get yourself out of this situation!' She spoke, "I… was… lost?" Her head cocked to the side as she said this. Clearly not even convincing herself with what she said.

"I can see that. Do… are you okay from earlier?" The redhead asked. 'Good, Eijiro. Good. Good question! Ok, plan. What do I do with her answer?' She didn't give him much time to think.

"Yes. I'm f-" A sniffle interrupted her. "Fine." A very convincing lie, she was sure of it.

"Are you sure? If you need an ear, I can provide." He tried. 'Good going dipshit, you saw her eyes! She was crying! "Are you okay" the answers fucking no! Take charge!' He shook his head, mimicking her from only moments ago. "Listen I uh… I don't know if anything happened between you and Iida, but I can't just ignore a girl in distress, ya know? Let me help?"

It was her turn to think, now. "No. No... Thank you, Kir-" She paused. 'Should I…?' "-Kirishima. I just need to lie down." She saw his eyes light up as he heard his name. He was smiling now, his worried expression mostly gone.

"Okay. My offer stands though. Come by sometime to talk, Okay?" She gave a nonverbal reply by raising her hand in the air meekly. A half wave. With that, she vanished inside her room. Kirishima leaned back against the railing a bit further, stretching his back. He pumped a fist into the air. 'Alright! Score one with the quiet girl! Plus an open invitation to come over. The first day is going great. I've already gotten to talk to everyone except that red and blue guy, and the bird looking dude. They seem like loners anyways, and aren't girls. No reason to pursue them yet I guess.'

His mind went back to the girl he was just with. 'Midoriya. Don't know her first name, but all our names will be in front of our doors come the start of school I imagine. She's got some kind of enhancement Quirk. And a strong one at that. She seems to be both fast and strong. I could barely see her leave when that Iida guy confronted her. She jumped up five floors no problem. She's definitely an interesting one. Shy but strong. And a girl! That trope is usually reserved for guys most of the time.'

Kirishima departed from his balcony, retreating inside. He made plans with Katsuki Bakugo to check out the gymnasium and weight room that was supposedly in the basement. They agreed to meet at 12:00pm. He needed to get ready.

She plopped down on her bed, head facedown on her pillow. 'Great start, Izu. I'm sure this is the first day you wanted. You made yourself seem like a freak.' She weakly moaned into her pillow. Her hands went to her head and grabbed bunches of hair. More quiet screaming. 'Seem like a freak. That's optimistic. No, you just showed everyone what you're really like.'

She thought back to her classmates. She was able to get at least a glance at seemingly everyone. Nineteen people were in the room when she entered, meaning she was the last needed to complete the class. Recalling an image of each person, she realized she did recognize two other people, besides Kirishima and the pink girl. The red and white haired one, and the long black haired girl. 'They were both at the recommendation test a few months ago… I knew I'd seen them before. So they're the recommended students. I wonder… I wonder what they can do. H-How will I shape up against them? I'm also supposed to be a recommended student.' She rolled over on her bed, looking at the ceiling. She hadn't closed the curtains when she walked in.

Thirsty. She was thirsty. She glanced at the mini-fridge, ever hopeful. 'I can't imagine there's anything in the fridge, considering I didn't bring anything…' The feeling of 'but what if' washed over her. She slid herself off the bed and meandered towards the fridge, popping it open. Empty. 'Well duh. You knew it would be empty. Sink water it is. Because there's no way I'm going outside yet. My head hurts enough that I can barely think for myself. I can't imagine trying to interact with another person right now.' She dejectedly walked over to the sink, feeling sorry for herself.

She was no doubt making her headache worse. Lying in bed, in an almost completely dark room, staring at her phone. How long had she been doing this? She tapped a button on her phone. 6:30pm. 'Wow nice going, chief. You managed to spend 6 hours reading and being antisocial on your first day of high school. Woo. Hoo.' She dropped her phone next to herself and rolled her eyes. She'd started browsing the internet after she finished reading the student handbook. Aizawa was right. Lots of generic info she already knew. Stuff that universally applied to basically all high schools. "Don't kill each other.", "Don't break the rules.", "Don't do this, or that." Blah… Blah… Blah… What did interest her in the student handbook as the layout of campus. Many maps were shoved into the book. Their dormitory had a gym on the basement level, alongside a pool. All manners of sports courts were only a few minutes walk away.

Her stomach growled. 'I haven't worked out today or anything. I should do that. I feel… a little better I guess. I haven't missed a day of training in… well… I don't remember a time I missed a day of training.' She turned on the bed, sliding her legs off and stood to walk towards the balcony. She peered outside. No one visible. 'Everyone should be inside eating I imagine. Either that or just inside for whatever other reason.' She slid the door to the side, shutting it behind her. She quickly looked to her left; checking for Kirishima. Thankfully his balcony was barren. Peering over the railing in front of her, she gauged the distance. 'A five story fall. If I'm just gonna land normally this shouldn't be any issue. Plus landing on dirt is much nicer than landing on concrete.'

Without a second thought she vaulted herself over the railing. Her signature green electricity encompassed her body, focused around her legs. With a satisfying "whoomf" she landed in the field. 'Nice.' She spun around quickly, doing a quick scope of her surroundings. She could hear what sounded like people talking coming from the rear exit. Besides that, she didn't spot another person. The field behind the dorm building was largely flat, was maybe 200 feet wide, and several times that in length. She walked about twenty seconds away from the dorm before plopping down. She sat cross legged, her back facing the dorm. She closed her eyes and focused on her Quirk. 'Training time. Use all these emotions inside you, Izu. Put them to work for you. Just as Gran Torino said.'

She could maintain Full-Cowling 30% for about an hour when she did her basic quirk exercises. They involved increasing other parts of her body to 35%, and tensing the muscles. She figured it served as a decent method of building muscle, considering how much weight she'd actually have to lift in order to strain herself. But… truth be told she had no idea how to properly work out. Today however… she wanted to push herself. She needed to accomplish something today, lest the day be forever marked in her memory as one of failure and embarrassment.

She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Doing nothing but breathing for however long. She didn't know, or care. Once she felt ready, she progressively powered up Full-Cowling. '25%. Okay. This feels fine. Totally normal.' Green electricity arced off her. Reaching as far as two feet away. She increased to 30%. The electricity intensified. Now she began to feel the usual strain of One For All. 'I want to push myself. Higher!' She increased Full-Cowling to 35% all over. Again the electricity flared aggressively, extending occasionally as far as four feet off her. She simply sat for a minute. Analyzing how she felt channeling this percentage of power. 'O-Okay. My chest feels tight, but it's not the same burning sensation from a few weeks ago.' She sat like this for some time.

Her face turned into a grimace. Maintaining 35% was no joke. So far it had been maybe 15 minutes, max. 'Maybe I should try distracting myself. That… That works for other things. Usually I just clear my mind when doing this training.' Careful to maintain 35%, she let her mind wander. She thought of her mom's smiling face. She imagined the smell of pork throughout her home. Her stomach grumbled again, reminding her she'd yet to eat anything today. Her focused faltered ever so slightly. Her brows creased downwards, forming a scowl. 'I can't let that stop me now. Keep going higher. Test out this new strategy… if it even qualifies as a strategy. Think of something. Push yourself, Izu! You need to be ready for class. To make up for today.'

She engrossed herself in a flashback, letting it fully take over her thoughts. A peaceful time from her childhood, before everything got so complicated. Her mother was pushing her in a swing. She was laughing. Her mom was laughing. Her dad was… laughing…

Her scowl intensified. She increased to 40% power. She spoke to herself, trying to remember Gran Torino's lessons. 'Keep this feeling, Izu. All Might used rage. Learn to do the same'. She pictured her father's face again. Her left leg spasmed. Too much stress. 'GO. HIGHER.' She yelled in her mind. She wasn't aware of the small amount of tears streaming down her face. '50% power! Reach the milestone, Izu!' The electricity surrounding her was raging like a storm. She faintly smelled burning grass. Still unaware, blood dripped from each nostril, a constant stream. 'Full-Cowling… 50%!' She felt like she was being ripped in half. Everything hurt. She couldn't think of anything besides the pain. In the back of her mind, she knew something behind her made noise. She ignored it. She tried to sit still while channeling this amount of power. Her body kept spasming. She lasted maybe a minute before she knew she was going to drop the power.

Her face was wracked with pain. An idea shot into her mind. 'Attack. 50% is where All Might said I could use most short range wind punches'. The pain crept its way back into her thoughts. It was determined to be the center of her attention. 'No. Pain is expected. Do this, Izu. Earn this power. Prove to everyone All Might didn't. Make. A mistake!' More sounds from behind her. Louder this time.

She stood up in one smooth motion. She tried to keep her stance neutral. Back straight, arms by her sides. She kept twitching. Everything still hurts. She bent her knees slightly, and slowly reared her arm back. Her hair levitated around her due to the static. More sounds behind her. Someone was definitely talking near her. They didn't matter. Her singular goal was all she could grasp at the moment. A second voice. This one sounded much different.

She let her fist fly forward.

The sun had set. While talking with Jiro and Kirishima in the lounge, she spotted lights occasionally coming from the back field. Curiosity got the better of her. She excused herself from the conversation to go glance out a window. It was dark enough that she could only tell someone was sitting a bit of a way into the field. There was green electricity flying all over the place. 'Green electricity…' Realization crossed her features. 'That girl! That was her! That is her!' Ashido quickly dashed towards the rear door.

Kirishima was watching Ashido out of the corner of her eye. It was hard to talk to Asui alone. She gave very… short replies usually. He wanted to go see what she was gonna check out, but he didn't want to be rude and leave Asui alone. The frog girl spoke, interrupting his train of thought.

"You wanna go follow her, right?" His eyes met hers. Her wide eyes stared starred back, challenging him to be honest.

His hand went to the back of his neck. He slouched forward slightly. "Y-Yeah." He answered sheepishly.

"Then let's go." Just like that, Asui stood up and began walking over to the rear exit Ashido had went through. Kirishima watch her go for a beat, then came to his senses. He smiled before moving to catch up to her.

'You're good Asui. Very perceptive.'

The duo pushed open the door and walked out the back exit. Spotting Ashido a few feet away. She stood still, watching whatever was going on in the field. She didn't know how to interpret what she was looking at. Kirishima and Asui approached, standing on either side of Ashido. Their faces morphed into blank expressions. Three pairs of eyebrows twitched, trying to figure out what they were looking at. An electrical storm was raging just outside the dorm, at its center sat Midoriya. Kirishima spoke up first.

"That's Midoriya. The girl that Iida spooked earlier today, right?"

"Midoriya. That's her name then? She… she's the reason I passed the entrance exam at all. Is she okay? She looks to be in pain of some kind, and all this electricity is a little frightening."

"The electricity is her quirk. I think. I don't how how it works, but I saw it earlier today. It gives her increased strength and speed I think." Kirishima stated.

Ashido nodded in response. "I also saw that during the exam. She was… very impressive. She destroyed so many robots in no time at all."

Asui spoke up. "Well she is in pain. I can tell. Whatever she's doing we should stop it." She took a step towards Midoriya before Kirishima stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you sure, Asui? This could just be her training or… something. We are allowed to use our quirks on campus. Plus we don't even know if the electricity is safe to touch. There's no way to approach her and avoid it." Kirishima really didn't want to risk antagonizing the girl any more than she already had been today. No doubt today had been a terrible first day for her. Asui turned to face her classmates. A questioning look on her usually expressionless face.

"I don't think she'd be doing this if the electricity was harmful…" Ashido reasoned. Movement from the center of the storm caught her eye. "She's standing up. Do you think she's done?"

"I think we should go back inside. You guys saw what happened to her earlier. She's no doubt embarrassed by that at least…" Kirishima pleaded with the other two girls. The trio turned to look at the enigma in the field. She was doing something with her arm. And then…

A roar assaulted their ears. The wind went wild, blowing their hair everywhere. Kirishima's mouth dropped open. A huge cone of twisting wind extended out from where Midoriya stood. The force was crazy. Dirt and grass were all blown forward, making the windblast look like a huge solid projectile. It dissipated as quickly as it appeared, the lightning storm simultaneously vanished. As the wind returned to normal, the trio all glanced at each other, then to the girl in the center of the field. They all shared a thought: 'Her power is… insane.' They watched her carefully. She was swaying slightly, back and forth. Midoriya turned to face towards them and visibly tensed. They weren't terribly far from each other, but the darkness masked the finer features of both parties.

Without delay, Midoriya jumped up above them all and was gone. Vanishing onto one of the balconies up above. The trio waited a beat. Ashido finally broke the awkward silence that had descended on them. "I sure hope… most activities are cooperative in the hero course…"

The red head chuckled heartily, a hand on his stomach. His eyes were alive with determination, admiration, and… something else Asui noted. Kirishima spoke, still looking out at the field. "I knew she was strong… but this is something else. This is like All Might levels of power. I can't wait to fight against her. And inevitably get trashed." A dumb grin crossed his face.

Ashido pouted. 'I still haven't gotten to talk to her yet. I still need to thank you, and learn your name from you. Please show up tomorrow, Midoriya.' After some brief exchanges, the two girls departed back inside, still unsure how to react to witnessing their classmates power. And Midoriya's confusing departure. Kirishima remained in the field. After the girls were back inside, he walked over to where Midoriya had sat. His couldn't keep his surprise down. All the grass in the area in front of her spot was laying on its side. Some patches of dirt were new additions to the previously lush field. Likely no one would be able to tell what had happened here come tomorrow.

'Such strength. I absolutely need to invite her to the gym sometimes. I'd bet Bakugo would be interested in her too, considering how much he values strength. I wonder what she can lift... I won't take no for an answer, Midoriya. I now know you can't help but train. Even on your worst days.' The redhead smiled. He was so looking forward to the start of actual class.

Friday Morning

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her alarm blared. She was awake, but didn't bother moving.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

'Stoppp… So tired…' Memories of yesterday night flooded back to her. 'Ah… Yeah. That explains why I feel like death.' A small part of her mind reminded her... she did it. She smiled.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her arm felt exceedingly heavy as she reached over to her nightstand and tapped her phone. It was almost entirely dark. Small bits of light managed their way into the room. 'Right. Gray curtains. I have to remember to replace those.' Her stomach made itself known. A shake rippled through her small form. 'Food. I didn't eat yesterday. At all.' She had no food in her room, so she knew she had to go downstairs. According to the student handbook, breakfast was available on weekdays in the dorm buildings. The cafeteria had lunch on the same days.

She went about her normal morning motions exceptionally slowly. Her regular alarm woke her up at 6:00am, so she undoubtedly had time before whatever the teacher had scheduled for today. 'Oh yeah. Am I… going to that? The note Aizawa left did say I didn't have to go. But… he preferred an even number of students.' She mulled over the decision as she stripped out of her pajamas slowly. Everything was sore. Everything hurt. She stalked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her eyes flew open, a hand going to her upper lip. 'Blood? Did I injure myself yesterday? Enough to draw blood? How?' She scrunched up her face and understood what occurred. 'Nose bleed. Jeez, this must have looked bad. I'll bet I looked horrible last night. More so than usual. Thank god no one saw… me…' She remembered.

People had seen her. Three of them in fact. She only saw them briefly before she'd jumped back to her room. 'Kirishima, the pink girl, and the one who looked like a frog.' She wrung her hands, still standing in front of the mirror. 'How much did they see? How long were they standing there? Did… were any of them injured by my punch? Were they going to say something? To who? Had they already? What did they think I was doing?!'

Her thoughts were cut short by a sharp knock on her door. She heard the man from the previous mornings voice. "Izu Midoriya. Rise and shine. Report down in 30 minutes. We're having a group breakfast."

'What? Seriously? Its six am! The sun's barely up! Goddamned UA and their group stuff.' She turned towards the shower and sighed. 'This means I'll have to take a quick shower. Or… normal length shower I guess.' She was aware she showered for… excessive amounts of time.

What to wear? The million dollar question. 'I'm expecting some kind of physical activity today. And I'll probably go check out the weight room downstairs once we finish for the day. I am curious what kind of facilities UA has available. Considering how over the top the dorm living area is, I'd bet they have some fancy-ass weight room to go alongside it.' Izu wasn't quite sure why picking clothes was always such a hold up for her. She really only owned like three outfits. She picked out one of her many black tank tops, appropriate undergarments, and… 'Hmm. If I'm gonna be moving around a lot outside I should probably wear some shorts. Sweats will result in… sweating.' She dug around and found a longer pair of black shorts. They just barely crested her knees. 'These will do, I guess.'

She slipped into her clothes and stepped in front of her mirror, looking herself over. 'Tanktop. Shorts. This is… a lot more exposed skin than I usually go for. My legs and arms are visible, up to my shoulders. This shirt is high cut so, I guess I'm not being excessively revealing or anything. Not like I'd ever have it the other way around.' Her stomach complained again, reminding her to go downstairs ASAP. She grabbed one of her zippered black sweatshirts, throwing it on. She could take it off if she truly got too hot. Shorts were already a brave move.

The elevator dinged, letting her off on the first floor. She stepped out and steeled herself, reminded of what happened last time she walked into this area. She rounded the corner. The man from earlier, Aizawa she assumed, was standing at the head of a large communal-style table with a clipboard in his hand. The table was already made. Various cutlery and plates in front of each seat. He spotted her and made a noise, motioning her to him with his free hand. She walked over.

"Izu Midoriya." He made a quick dash with his pen on his clipboard. No doubt taking roster. "Grab a seat at the table somewhere. Once everyone arrives food will be passed out." Food. Before she could form a reply her stomach did for her. Aizawa smirked, turning to look away and covering his mouth. Midoriya's head sank, hoping no one else heard that. A blush crept its way onto her face, but her hair provided cover for the time being. She chose a corner seat with no one else nearby. She quickly stole a glance at everyone who arrived before her. The raven headed one, a girl with long black hair, someone with a rock for a head, a boy with large lips, and a red & white haired guy. The multicolored boy was stealing glances at her occasionally. Thanks to her hair, it was easy to spy on people without them noticing.

She fidgeted. More people arrived. He was still looking at her occasionally. Finally someone came and sat next to him, roping him into a conversation about who knows what. As the large table slowly filled up she became more and more nervous. She glanced at the seats adjacent to hers. The one at the head of the table would certainly be Aizawa's seat. Meaning she'd only have to sit next to one other student. She let out a quiet sigh. 'One is manageable.'

"Hi. Is it alright with you if it sit here?" A pink finger pointed to the seat to her right. Midoriya nodded, sparing herself from needing to speak for as long as possible. The pink girl pulled out the chair and sat down, then scooted herself forward. Midoriya wrung her hands. Neither of them said anything right away. Eventually, Ashido broke the silence. "We met each other briefly during the entrance exam, right?" She deliberately kept her voice low, knowing that Midoriya didn't like more attention than necessary. Another nod. 'You aren't making this easy, Midoriya…' It was Ashido's turn to fidget. "You were really impressive back then, you know. If you hadn't showed up and destroyed those robots when you did, I don't think I would've been able to continue the exam." She paused to let that sink in. "I want to be able to thank you properly for what you did. Could you tell me your name?"

"Mi-Midoriya. You c-can call me Midoriya." The greenette quietly answered. Ashido smiled as she turned to face the small girl completely. She leaned forward and bowed her head.

"Thank you, Midoriya, for saving me. I owe you my admission to UA. Let's both do our best, sound good?" Ashido radiated enthusiasm. It was hard to not get caught up in it and just break out into a dumb smile.

Midoriya was once again indebted to her long hair. She was blushing again, from such a heartfelt thank you from a fellow student. She turned her head slightly to look at the pink girl. "What is… your name?"

"I'm Mina Ashido! You can call me Mina though. I much prefer it to my family name." She shot a thumbs up as she said this, smiling brightly.

'Shes so pure… She's almost hard to look at.' Midoriya shifted in her chair. Unsure how to continue the conversation after introductions. So she just… didn't. Mina didn't seem to mind thankfully. The pink girl took to swinging her legs forward and back, waiting for everyone else to arrive.

Midoriya's stomach was thankful that the rest of the students didn't take long to arrive. She eye'd Kirishima as he took his seat next to the blonde haired boy she saw him with yesterday. 'He always seems to have a scowl on his face… Scary.' She also saw the tall blue haired boy from yesterday… 'Oh joy. Him.' He took a seat across from her, but he averted his eyes from drifting anywhere near her. 'Fine with me... if you just want to avoid each other.'

After Aizawa marked the last student down, he coughed to get everyone's attention. Twenty pairs of eyes turned to look down the length of the table. Aizawa began, "Welcome Class 1-A. We're going to have communal breakfasts every friday like this. For those of you who haven't finished reading the student manual yet, friday's at UA are reserved for hero combat training sessions. Today after we eat, we'll all walk to a facility nearby so you can play some team-based combat training games against one another." As Aizawa paused, murmuring spread throughout the table. A few gasped at the revelation, some looked excited, many looked worried. Aizawa coughed again, silencing the table once more. "We'll go over rules and regulations once we are on site. For now, if the four students closest to me could follow me to the kitchen to place out trays of food. I know some of you have allergies, each dish has a label of what to watch out for. That is all."

Midoriya wasn't quite sure how to react to the news. They hadn't even had class yet and they were going to battle against each other? She indeed saw in the student handbook that Fridays were reserved for special training sessions... but she couldn't have imagined they'd be doing one THIS Friday. 'Well… I'm certainly excited. A little nervous yeah, but if this is what UA thinks will help us develop as hero's, then I'll give it my all. I just wish… I hadn't exerted myself so much yesterday. I don't think I'll be able to maintain my normal 30%...' Aizawa snapped his fingers at her. 'Oh. I forgot I have to carry trays.' She stood up and made her way into the kitchen. The counters were tall enough that she couldn't reach the back wall, not without something to stand on. 'Well I'm out of luck if I want to use one of the outlets on these counters then… No way am I gonna be caught standing on a stool to reach an outlet.'

Her stomach growled again as she eyed the trays of food, grabbing the closest one. The blue haired boy… Iida she remembered, walked next to her. She felt tinier than usual when near him. He was quite tall for their age. He bent down slightly, careful not to drop the tray he held. He spoke quietly to her as they walked "I want to apologize to you as soon as I can. Obviously I'm sorry, but saying it here and now isn't a true apology. I definitely shouldn't have acted the way I did, forcing so much attention onto you. I want to make things right, so please give me a chance to talk to you sometime in the future."

Stunned at his honesty, she gave him a curt nod, before going separate ways to place their trays down. 'Well. That was unexpected. If I'm honest, he really didn't do anything bad. Definitely nothing malicious on purpose. I have no real reason to stay angry at him. I guess I'll see how he apologizes? More so than he already did.' After a few more trips, all the trays were on the large table. The options were… intimidating. Izu piled her plate high, silently thankful that they could take as much as they wanted. There was more than more than enough for everyone.

Midoriya ate in a comfortable silence, quietly listening to the conversations around her. Thankfully no one paid her much attention. Ashi… Mina had asked her a few things while they ate. Mainly comments or opinions on the food, which she was willing to share with the pink girl. Slowly the chatter increased as people finished eating their fill. Gauging the room, Aizawa spoke.

"Looks like we're all mostly done. Take five minutes to take care of whatever you might need to do, or go change into exercise appropriate clothes. You'll all be getting gym uniforms on Monday, but for now anything will make due. Take your plates into the kitchen. Dismissed." His tone seemingly never left room for argument. The class as a whole apparently caught onto this real fast. Everyone dispersed their own ways after bringing the remnants of their food into the kitchen. Midoriya decided to sit back down at the dinner table. She had dressed with something like this in mind.

Aizawa started moving the mostly empty trays of food back into the kitchen, stacking them up on one of the marble counters. Midoriya quickly stood up and stacked some trays, walking over to where Aizawa was standing. He raised his eyebrows at her, a questioning look in his eye. She shrugged at him. He pointed at the stack he'd placed down and started back towards the table. 'I like him. A skilled nonverbal communicator. He also seems pretty no-nonsense, which is a huge plus. Having people interrupt class has always been awful.'

They made a couple more rounds from the table to the counter until everything was stacked up in the kitchen. Plates in the sink, leftovers wrapped and put in one of the two fridges, trays stacked. Still not a word exchanged between the two. It was nice. Aizawa nodded at her as they finished. People started to trickle back into the room only a moment later. Once everyone had arrived, they went out the back exit and started down a paved path.

Midoriya elected to walk just behind Aizawa, wanting to be the first into whatever facility they were heading towards. She felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the multicolored boy. She didn't know his name.

"Hello. I'm Shoto Todoroki." He bowed his head slightly as he introduced himself. Her eyes widened behind her hair.

'Todoroki? So this is Endeavors son?' She looked him up and down. There was certainly a resemblance.

He continued, "You took the UA recommendation exam, right?" His voice was quiet and flat. She nodded.

"Y-Yes. I'm Izu Midoriya." He was easy to talk to. She couldn't sense any alternate motive in his eyes. Could he just want to talk about the exam?

"I see. It is nice to meet you, Midoriya. Iida mentioned yesterday that you also took the regular entrance exam. Can I ask why? I couldn't come to an answer, considering you were already accepted via recommendations. I know you scored top of the recommendation test. I was second." Aizawa listened to the conversation silently. He too wanted to know her answer.

Midoriya felt eyes on her the back of her head. 'Someone definitely heard what this Todoroki guy said. Guess the fact that I scored top of recommended students is now public information. Should… should I just answer him honestly? I don't see how the truthful answer to that question could make anyone angry at me…' She paused for a beat, before making up her mind. "I also took the regular entrance exam because… I wanted to prove to myself that I was worthy of UA even without my recommendations… That… May sound pretentious, but I needed to know if I could have gotten in normally. Please don't think I'm unappreciative of my recommendations. It was a blessing to get recommended. I'm anything but unappreciative."

Todoroki nodded in response, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He spoke again, "That's an interesting answer. I understand you also placed first in the regular exam. Apparently you set a new all time record with your score."

Midoriya tensed. 'What? I did? How did he know that? Even I didn't know that, and I apparently set the record. I knew that I placed #1 on the exam, that much was told to me by the acceptance projector I received. But setting an all time record? Was he lying? What reason would he have to lie...' She waited a bit before answering, trying to keep her composure. "I guess I did."

Aizawa was equally confused. How did Todoroki know about that? The exam rankings weren't supposed to be released to the public until the first week of school passed. 'He most likely heard it from his father. Which is… slightly concerning. Of course I know first hand that pro heroes commonly have deep information systems. But being able to get something like that? Only a handful of people have access to such information. But, why did Endeavor care? Was he just scouting the competition? Todoroki is absolutely no slouch. I've seen his abilities myself. Was he surprised that someone placed higher than his son? I'll have to mention this to Nezu next time I see him in person.'

Aizawa stopped abruptly. Midoriya stumbled slightly, almost bumping into his back. "We're here. Welcome to the Physical Education Grounds." Aizawa gestured around him. A warehouse sized building stood tall, easily ten stories higher than their dorms. The area surrounding the massive building was similar to baseball field turf. Packed dirt. "If everyone would please line up, I'm going to draft teams based on your abilities. Teams may or may not vary in size. I haven't decided yet."

'Non-uniform team sizes? That put a big spin on any potential game or battle. Wouldn't that also broadcast who Aizawa thought was strong and who he thought wasn't? Wasn't that… not okay?' Many students shared similar thoughts to Midoriya, evident by the surprised looks on many. Midoriya wrung her hands incessantly as everyone formed a line facing their teacher.

Aizawa spoke again, smiling maniacally. "Alright. Try and make this interesting for me, will you?"

Author note:

Hi. Another chapter. If you notice any typo's please point them out.

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~Till next time.