A/N: Hey, Y'all! Remember how I said that I would be writing these as I watched the episodes? Yeah, that comes into play here. Because Aizawa can't figure out what he's doing with his life, or at least what to reveal to the audience about his plan, one of these drabbles is from the perspective he never cuts anyone from the program. My apologies. Anyway, sorry this was published so late at night, enjoy reading my drabbles, and have a wonderful end of the summer.

Spoilers for S1 of My Hero Academia. Remember to smile, because it's a good day to be alive :)

Episode: S1 Ep 6 - Rage, You Damn Nerd

Rating: K+

Warnings: Eh. Bakugo is lonely?

Summary: Bakugo is salty, Aizawa likes coffee and Inko's a multitasker mom


No matter how long and hard he thought on it, Izuku couldn't understand what had happened between him and Bakugo. They used to be such good friends walking in the woods, playing hide and go seek. In his mind's eye, he could still see them laughing and splashing in the stream.

Even then, Bakugo had been vain, but it was tamer. It was good pride. Not an identity, not something that controlled him. What a shame, Izuku thought, To waste such talent on rising to the top, merely to be higher than others. I wonder when he'll admit it's lonely.


Aizawa smirked evilly at the looks of outrage and shock on their faces as he revealed his ploy. It was funny how mad they always seemed. They looked at him with such anger or relief in their eyes afterwards.

Oh no, expulsion! There would be a lot worse waiting for them out on the field if they weren't expelled. It was a good trick he had developed, so that they would learn both that there would be many challenges and to always give 110%. His maniacal grin grew. Excluding his coffee, this had been the best part of his day.


"I will always cut those without potential," Aizawa stated. And that was the truth. His system was clean, and elegant. It was better to have your dream shattered before you ever started climbing towards the stars, than to be ripped back to Earth halfway there.

This was Aizawa's long-standing cold logic. He wasn't favoring the kid. He simply knew Midoriya had potential. He hadn't thought so at first, but after that bout of creativity, he had reassessed. Whoever became a hero in his class, it would be because of their own effort. The weak would fall. The strong would rise.


Izuku knew that the other costumes were cooler and also probably more practical than his, but he loved it all the same. His was made by his Mother, giving it a special connection to his roots. The clothes make the man, All Might had said, and his mother had made the clothes and the man.

Besides, it made Izuku feel strong when he wore it, remembering what Inko had told him. That he had support, and that she was proud of him for never giving up. As he took the first step into a realm of heroes, he was ready.