It didn't take very long for word to spread after Izuku had accidentally let it slip that there was going to be a new staff member. Although not as exciting as a new student, it was still news. That's how all of Class 1-A found themselves whispering about it. Even Bakugou, who didn't like taking part of gossip, was speculating who the Teacher's Assistant could be. Some thought it would be a buff, All Might man with an intimidating name like 'Fist Cleaner' or something like that.
"Whoever it is, their input must be valuable for Mr. Aizawa to agree to having someone help him teach us, kero" Tsuyu said which brought the students around her to nod. It made sense. Their teacher was by all means a blunt person. Telling you straight up how he felt and thought of you. It both unnerved everyone and helped them when they were stuck on things. The class was glad Tsuyu was the same, minus the mean Aizawa part.
"Midoriya said it was someone from the underground. Maybe an old teammate?" That brought murmurs, making Kirishima smile. He likes it when his inputs gets acknowledged.
"I don't think so. If we're going by standards, I don't think underground heroes would have teammates. With Aizawa-Sensei as reference, we can assume they prefer solo work." Momo added and corrected, bring Kirishima down as he didn't think of that.
"If All Might knew who this shitty nobody was, then the guy must be worth something" Bakugou added with less boom than usual, having at least a tiny amount of respect to whoever the guy was based off of what Deku said. "If he's just like dry eyes, he's probably someone who's worked outside the shitty media. And we know how All Might and the Media are. If both of them noticed him, that's saying something."
"Oh, that's right! None of us knew who Aizawa-sensei was before Izuku pointed it out to us! If our hero otaku didn't know him, then he must be extra down low!" Kaminari said while Bakugou's gaze moved over to a rare sight. Izuku looking spaced out when usually, he was dialed in to talks like these.
'The hells wrong with that nerd? He was fine yesterday.'
Bakugou thought to himself. Remembering clearly how excited the prodigy of All Might was when he was talking about the new hero he met in the teacher's lounge. "Oi, Deku. What was the extra's name again?" Before Izuku could even turn to face the blonde, the door slid open and in came two figures. One was the familiar shape of their shaggy, sleepy teacher. The other, wearing a certain green tracksuit with the same band aids over his cheeks, sunglasses, white gloves, and beanie, was unfamiliar to everyone but Izuku. Though, one thing rang through everyone's heads as they stared at the man.
'Just what is that outfit?'
It was easy to know what the class was thinking. Dejectedly, Midoriya hid a sigh as he thought to himself, 'I need to get a better disguise. I knew impressing my younger self wouldn't exactly equate to me being cool. I'm gonna need to have a talk with me about hero suits if a track suit and a beanie of all things looked cool to younger me.'
"Alright, settle down. What did I say about time rationality?" Aizawa quickly silenced the students. Everyone sitting upright at their desk with Bakugou slouching less than usual. "Two seconds, better than usual." Their teacher remarked before moving to stand at the front of the classroom. "Judging by your talk, you must have heard from your classmate here about the new assistant." Lifting his hand, Aizawa gestured to the man beside him. "This is him. The new Teacher's Assistant. Give him the same respect you would me. You, come here and introduce yourself." Stepping aside, the man clad in the track suit replaced him in that spot.
"Hello everyone." Midoriya greeted his class, feeling awkward since these students were his friends, just a little bit younger. Like ten years younger. And he knows who they are and their deepest secrets and they don't know it. Though, speaking of his friends, he missed them a lot. He wondered how they were reacting to his disappearance. Hopefully they aren't panicking. Though, that topic needs to be put away for now. "I will not be giving my name despite accidentally giving it to Izuku here." The boy in question blushed, the first reaction to interaction this morning, at his first name being used by a stranger. However Midoriya did notice the far off look his younger self had before the blush.
'Still plagued by those, huh little me?' The Green Hero thought to himself after realizing what must have happened last night. As much as he wanted to help his younger self with his problems that he most definitely remembered keeping to himself before being forced to reveal them, he had responsibilities given to him by his Father, his former teacher, and former principal. And not to mention having a dream close to a nightmare himself when he took a nap in the abode of All Might.
The city was a wreck. Aside from random charred marks and littered pieces of chipped ice on the destroyed street, lit cars weakly illuminated the dark block. Lights from downed street poles flickering off and on while the moon shined down on two people.One, was clad in a dark green jumpsuit. Hair flecked with dirt and caked with wet blood, the lone hero stood with his teeth gritted. Weakly holding one of his arms as he struggled to stand, the hero held his ground against his foe. Speaking of, the enemy of the hero cackled gleefully. With one of his many hands, a bright light seemed to form in his hand before it blasted the green hero to nothing.
Midoriya woke up with a start from that and ever since this morning, it roamed around his head before he had to shove it into the back of his mind to focus on today. It was his teaching debut after all. So, with a clap of his hands and a wide smile that spread under his dark lensed glasses, he continued. "However, you will need something to call me by. My hero name is Green Might-" Bakugou snickered. Of course he would. "I am an up and coming hero from the underground who had help from Aizawa in the past. I am merely here to repay the many favors I owe him. While I'm here, I will be working alongside you all to better yourselves as both students and heroes. And since rationality is all Mr. Sleepy here cares for, we will be moving onto the training you will be going into for the next few days." Surprised at how quick the topics changed, Kaminari shrieked at the mention of quirk training. The horrible event of having to discharge his electricity into a car battery coming to haunt him.
"Wh-what! But I thought we were having battle simulations?!" Mineta shouted from the back, hands grasping his hair.
"I agree. On the syllabus we received for this year, the schedule outlined a very strict regimen. Aside from the sudden change of training last week, we have been following it to the letter!" The class rep added, standing up to help assert his point. Midoriya loved how punctual Iida was, but in order for his friend to grow up into the Ingenium he knew, he would have to get the stick out of his friend's ass...
"You really thought Aizawa, the man of logical ruses, was going to keep you on a schedule?" Green Might said with a slight hiss, placing his gloved hands on the table as he leaned forward. Despite wearing sunglasses, everyone could feel the intensity of the T.A's gaze that could (and did) make their teacher proud. Even Bakugou was feeling intimidated, his instincts telling him to be on guard. "I think I recall your teacher giving you a valuable lesson last week. Be adaptable, expect the unexpected. It's what heroes always do. Or do you want to be running around like headless chickens the moment a worst case scenario arises?" Faltering slightly, Iida sunk back into his chair with an apology, seeing the point he was making. "You are Heroes-in-training. When you graduate, you will become the embodiment of hope and safety to the people of Japan and the world. It's our job to make those who cannot protect themselves smile even when danger and evil lurks around every corner. How will you kids do that if you start shaking?" The students winced at his words, some wanting to remind him that they had faced scenarios where their lives were on the line many times, but couldn't find it in themselves to disagree with his words. "As heroes, you need to learn to endure pain and overcome fear that would would freeze you. That's what our Motto means. In the face of fear and danger, we rise above and give our best. In the face of darkness, we raise our hands and show those caught by evil that there is still a light and hope to cling to. To go beyond is to go past your limits and instill those emotions into others!" With that said, Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku, and Kirishima remembered the words All Might had said when he had fought the Nomu at the U.S.J.
"Ever heard of these words before Villain? You may know of them, but allow me to teach you their meaning!
Go beyond...
PLUS
ULTRA!"
"That's Plus Ultra!" Green Might finished with a yell, fist raised and pointed outward as if he were reaching for something.
Aizawa was shocked at the speech Midoriya gave. Compared to the version of the green hero sitting and staring in awe, he would have never guessed that Izuku Midoriya would have grown into a hero with such amazing ideals. It made him smile as the class, who felt their spirits had been restored, shouted the motto back to the tracksuit wearing hero. "Alright, alright. Settle down everyone. Thank you for the speech Green Might but we need to focus on our lessons." Giving the class his own smile that kept the new fire that was burning in their hearts, Midoriya nodded to Aizawa who ushered his class out the room. Bringing them through the famous blue halls that many had dreamed of walking through. It always felt surreal to Midoriya and it still felt like it to Izuku. It brought a smile to their faces as it brought the latter some teasing from Uraraka and a reprimanding to be quiet by Iida. After a few turns and doors, they made it to an all too familiar training ground made of raised cement platforms that still held dents and marks in them.
"Welcome back to Training Dining Land. You worked here to create your ultimate moves, now you will be working here to strengthen the base of it." Looking around the large building, there was items scattered around. One was a large parachute that had straps attached to it, another was a rack of weapons ranging from swords to bo staffs. Though, there was a few people there too.
"Uh, Teach? How come there's others here?" Kirishima asked confused, pointing to a man who stood by a bus.
"That's because for some of you, your quirk training will be held somewhere else while the rest who stay will be taught by Green Might or a specialist we brought in specifically for them." Aizawa explained, already dragging his comfy sleeping bag to a corner.
"As he said, some of you will be here with me, and the rest will be at a seperate location. Now, I will be listing off some names and whoever is called will need to get on the bus. Line up!" With a shout of authority, everyone scrambled to line up shoulder to shoulder. Student after student was called, listening obediently to what was planned for them by the future Hero, unaware of the two figures watching them from a camera room.
"Are you sure that this kid is the one that can... Assist me, Nezu?" A deep gravelly voice asked as he viewed the screen, focused on the teacher in the beanie who smiled widely.
"Yes, absolutely. After all, he takes over your spot successfully from what I recall from his stories. Much different from your transition if I could compare." He was met with a scoff before being left alone. The rat-bear principal laughed, his cup clacking against his tea plate as he set it down. "I wonder if looking for help was what he had done originally. If it isn't, you might be having a bigger impact than I thought, Izuku Midoriya." Nezu said amused at the notion of the butterfly effect taking place.
Scene shift
Later that day when the cover of the night came, a door to an abandoned and run down factory opened then shut closed after letting a cloaked figure in, said figure taking the piece of apparel off with annoyance. Throwing it onto a coat rack before venturing deeper into the building that was empty save for a few people and a giant tub filled with a weird looking liquid.
"I hate that we have to keep wearing these tacky things." A female voice sounded. Normally, it would sound more sing-songy, more cheery in an eerie sense, but the woman in question who had her blonde hair in her signature twin buns was not cheery at all. Months after hiding and she still wasn't allowed to get any blood, just surveillance, which was boring in her opinion.
"Can't we just get a few heroes?" Toga whined after collapsing onto a sofa that was brought in.
"Just bare with it, Toga. We all want a shot at the heroes." The other occupant of the couch said, the voice belonging to a man with heavily scarred skin which was held together with a multitude of staples.
"Patience. The time must be right or we risk failure." A smooth voice followed up. A misty looking figure said as he stood behind a makeshift bar which was made using a broken conveyor belt and a tall shelf.
"Do we have a plan at least? I would hate to find out we were waiting for nothing." The stitched man said, running a hand through his hair.
"Yes, we do Dabi. We need to build our operation. Stock up on items first or we'll get decimated before we reach the last phase." Another person spoke, everyone turning to face a man with disembodied hands covering his arms, and face.
"Which means?" Dabi asked with a raised brow.
"Recruit and recruit until we have a good roster of Villains we can use at our disposal." The mist man chuckled softly, placing a cup on the shelf behind him before speaking.
"Ooh, does that mean you got some baddies yet?" Toga asked, lying on her stomach on the couch cushions with her feet kicking in the air, annoying Dabi as she did so.
"Can't tell you just yet. I don't want to end up getting my plans ruined by you getting captured by whoever's been hunting us." Tomura explained,sighing as he remembered how they had moved several times just from their fellow villains getting caught.
"It is good to see you have matured after all this time, Tomura."
"I had to, Kurogiri. Otherwise, I wouldn't be worthy to be Sensei's successor. I have to show up All Might's successor too, you know." Tomura stood up from the stool he was sitting in, resting his game console on it before walking to the middle of the room where he could be better seen by everyone. "It doesn't matter that we lost Spinner, Magne, or Compress somehow to some underground heroes." Tomura started, the sound of the entrance to the factory opening to which he paid no heed. It was most likely Twice returning from wherever he went. "We still have a chance to reform society to our will by crushing the heroes. With the power Sensei gave me, we can still reach the end." Instilling a fire into his fellow villains, Tomura removed the hand on his face to gently brush his fingers against the palm of it.
"He would be so proud to see you as you are. Both Father and Sensei." The voice the villains had been expecting wasn't the delirious conflicted speech of Twice, but of a scratchy one. It sounded familiar yet different at the same time. Either way, it wasn't someone they knew so both Dabi and Toga jumped from the couch, fire lighting from his hand and a blade being pulled from hers. Kurogiri readied himself to teleport everyone away from here while Tomura brought his guard up.
"You aren't Twice."
"Indeed, I'm not. I'm much better." The voice said before the owner of it emerged from the shadows of the entrance. Everyone gasped except for Kurogiri and Tomura, who simply narrowed his glare. The successor of All For One was slowly taking in the appearance of the new person before recognition appeared in his evil eyes. The figure was a tall man, taller than Tomura, but lanky. A suit was on his person, but the way the blazer hung off his shoulders showed that that he was skinny under there. "I know what you're thinking, Tomura. And yes, I am here to help."
"We got a really good unit this time." The shaggy haired villain declared with a grin, all tension dissipating as he returned to his stool to retrieve his console.
"Um, can I ask a question real quick?" Toga butted in with a finger pushing into her bottom lip, confused as to why their leader had lost all hostility to a person they never met before.
"Does it have to do with the green haired kid?" Dabi interrupted just in case it was a stupid question.
"No, no! It has to do with... This!" Toga said, frantically waving her hand back and forth between the man and Tomura.
"Then ask it." Dabi relented, backing off which made the blonde smile before hopping to the suited man.
"Hey, hey!"
"What is it Toga?" The man was patient in asking Toga, hands resting behind his back. Mimicking the posture, the blonde blood lover leaned in just a bit close. Eyes meeting as she peered into the small dry cracks of the suited man's face.
"Why do you look like our leader?"
That's it for this chapter. Introduced four arcs I want to cover in the future. Name them for me if you figured them out which is pretty obvious what they are. Please Review and don't hold back on any criticism.