-Boys Locker Room-

Daydreams of hero work often involve encountering certain villains and how to react—or teaming up with your favorite heroes and stopping some major catastrophe while no one gets hurt. Or, depending on the mood, a romantic rendezvous after the team-up. Either way, all flights of fancy will dance through your mind, but never in those thoughts did Izuku daydream or plan for a kiss that would still linger long after or the knee to the family jewels that followed.

All the while, as he stood in the showers cleaning up after the mock team battle, he had just experienced, he couldn't get it out of his mind. The look on her face when he had pinned her, the feel of her skin while they grappled, her thighs against his face at the start of the battle. If her thighs were there, and she fought naked, that means…

Izuku went nuclear; little Izuku started to wake up. He quickly snapped himself back and dropped the water to ice cold to finish showering and care for his other problem. He didn't notice that he kept placing his hand absently on the back of his neck. The mind is a powerful thing, imagination even more so, combine that with something risqué in a healthy teenage boy, and one would have to congratulate him for not having to reboot.

Thankfully he was pulled out of his mind by all the boys talking, replaying the battle, the team aspects, and everything. Bakugo was even talking to the others on his team BY NAME. Well, some of them, at least, but the whole thing had made an impression on him. Mineta and Ida had difficulty getting dressed as they constantly were thanked or congratulated for winning the entire thing with one second left. Mineta, to his credit, told how it was Izuku and Itsuka who suggested it. They could have a Hail Mary if the other plan fell apart. And falling apart, it did; the blue team had done an excellent job in capture but failed to leave a defender, which allowed Toru to slip past and free her teammates, turning the tide and almost snatching victory for her team.

"Wasn't she fighting you, Izuku?" Eijiro asked. "How in the hell did she get by you? The girl is skilled, but you counter her quirk and fight like a beast."

The kiss flashed into his mind, the feel of her lips, her arms wrapped around his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, the passion he felt. Was it real or just an act? He turned red and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "We were grappling, and her knee tried to rob me of having children in the future."

The collective 'OOOHHH' from all the boys filled the room.

"That's why I go out of my way to protect my junk," Mineta said—causing a laugh from nearly everyone, minus one Shoto Todoroki.


Shoto was lost in his mind as he re-dressed in his uniform; he had been defeated on the first day. Dominated not by a strange quirk more powerful than him, not by a team specially put together to take him down, he was defeated by one person by his quirk.

"Hey," a voice said as someone tapped him on his shoulder. Shoto looked over to see the person who had defeated him, Neito Monoma.

"I don't know what your past is, and to be honest, I do not really care, but if you are going to go through this half-assing it by only using half your quirk, then you should drop out now before you graduate, and get someone killed in the real world. I beat you with a passing knowledge of your quirk; if you had put even half the amount of training into your fire as you had your ice, you would be the best student. So, either get your head in the game or get out. Everyone here is giving 100%, even the purple-haired creep, and you think you can coast on 50%?"

Shoto felt the fire creeping up; he was mad. Mad at Neito himself and angry that the words thrown at him were cutting like a knife. "You don't understand."

Neito cut him off by raising his hand, "Listen, everyone has shit to overcome. Do you know what it is like to be called a thief and useless? Do you know what it is like to lose your parents and live on the streets to make it here or have someone steal your body parts because it is amusing? Some shit happened to you. The scar on your face is proof. Either get some god damn counseling or figure a way around it. We are all here to be our types of heroes. Are you going to be the one that half-asses it and then watches as you get someone killed?" Neito walked away at that point, leaving Shoto in silence. My type of hero…


-Girls Locker Room-

Toru lingered in the shower; the kiss remained on her mind. Her eyes closed as the water cascaded down her body; she could see his eyes staring directly into hers. There had been times that people had looked into her eyes, if not inadvertently, but she could hardly remember some had looked at her that intensely. He had seen her naked a few times already, which, as she thought about it, caused her to blush, but the kiss was what lingered. She could swear she could still taste his lips, and his scent filled her nostrils. She had lost herself momentarily in the heat of battle; now, the image and feeling wouldn't dissipate.

He was handsome and built like a house; she was sure that it wasn't his first kiss, hell he probably had kissed tons of girls. She bet that he had to beat them off with a stick. It probably meant nothing to him but meant so much to her. It was her first kiss, after all, her first real kiss. Not many boys line up to date the invisible girl.

She emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel as the others dressed or dried off. She noticed that Chandra was behind some dressing screen, something that Momo had made no doubt. Toru understood it was hard to be invisible, but what was it like when everyone looked at you they only saw something to lust after.


There was laughter and giggling as Rei recounted how she had to heal Izuku after someone had crushed his manhood, eyes turned towards the floating towel.

"Hey, I had to get free of him somehow," Toru said, dropping the towel and opening her locker.

"What is that guy's quirk? Anyhow, he is a fucking tank," Pony said, slipping on her socks.

"During the introduction, he said that he absorbed ambient energy and could see auras or something," Mina said.

"Well, he held back," Kyoka said as she dried her hair. "Momo had a perfect plan. Denki shocked him; then he went all super stud."

"Yes, it was unfortunate that the plan failed if we could have eliminated him; I believe we could have also eliminated Bakugo before any other members of Blue Team entered the battle," Momo said as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

"Then Mina gets Ida to throw her off a damn rooftop," Ochaco laughed. "That was insane."

"That whole exercise was not what I could have expected in a million years," Ibara said.

"Anyone know if he has a girlfriend?" Setsuna asked; Itsuka looked at her and rolled her eyes. "What is anyone here going to tell me that one, he isn't easy on the eyes, and two, after seeing him in action today, it wasn't hot as hell."

"He didn't say anything about it during introductions, but then again, he kept parts of his quirk quiet." Toru chimed in.

"He doesn't strike me as the type to lie; we could just ask him, Kero," Tsu said.

"Enough gossip; let's finish getting dressed so we can go to this BBQ and have some fun."


-BBQ-

As the two hero courses came together again, they were directed to an area between their dorms where tables had been set out; at the grill was a Lunch Rush working his magic. Their homeroom teachers were there, and a full-on American BBQ spread was laid before them. The two classes effortlessly intermingled, talking and bonding.

Izuku had his eyes closed as he savored a beef rib; when he opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon a pair of floating clothes causing him to look away. His eyes wandered everywhere, looking at all the other students laughing and having a good time, some making wild hand gestures recounting the battle. He found his eyes coming back to her. Briefly, he activated his aura sight only to see that she was looking back at him; they both turned away quickly. Momo and Chandra came over to sit with him; Chandra didn't say much, but Momo asked him about the strategy he had implemented, how he had countered her assaults, and such. Soon Itsuka joined as Izuku pointed out that it was all on the fly. They could all work together thanks to the fact that 1-B trusted Itsuka and that Itsuka had trusted him.

Soon other students joined in, lifting tables, and putting them together so they were all sitting at one giant table. All-Might smiled from a hidden spot; his plan seemed to work.

The culmination of the celebration was when a holographic projector was brought out, and an edited version of the battle was played with the music, causing the student to whoop and holler, laugh, and take everything in. Izuku and Toru were terrified that the kiss would be shown, but thankfully it only showed Izuku holding himself. The laughs and sympathetic pats were enough to make him blush.

It was a fantastic night.


-Class Reps-

The hero classes had all walked to their classrooms together; that was how they found out that their battle test had been broadcast to the whole school. They were complimented and congratulated. Business course students were running up to each of them, asking questions and wanting to set up interviews; it was slightly overwhelming. Each member was catching looks and giggles as it seemed like they had their little fan clubs.

Mineta was in absolute heaven when he noticed the attention first. It was not all rainbows and sunshine as they got some glares from General Studies course students. Mr. Aizawa's first order was to have the class elect their representatives for the year. It was decided rather quickly when Izuku and Momo were nominated; it was perfectly split along their team's ranks on whom the votes were cast except for Bakugo, who voted for Momo while slyly flipping off Izuku. It gave Momo the victory of the Presidency and Izuku the vice president position.

"I am surprised that you didn't want the spot Kaachan?" Izuku asked as he took his seat.

"Oh, I did, but then I also realized that now you have a bunch of busy work. That means I can train more and leave your pansy ass in the dust." He responded with a smirk.

Izuku smiled as he sat down. Aizawa brought up the projector and began to go over the fight, calling out to the people on the screen, getting their thoughts, and pointing out things they could have done. It was a complete breakdown; they opened their tablets to find detailed studies from All-Might. It was interesting as no one could have seen the whole battle, so seeing their classmates and new friends from their sister class in action was thrilling. Izuku and Toru were spared having to answer any questions as that part seemed to be edited, but they did see that there were comments in personal reports. Izuku was admonished for falling for the trap, while Toru was praised for her outside-the-box thinking but told she didn't have to sell it so hard next time.

"All right, once you return from lunch, it will be time for Classic Literature, Mathematics, and Economics. Ensure you read your reports; I want a 2000-word essay on the battle test focusing on your personal experiences and the team-ups you experienced. It is due at the beginning of class tomorrow; now, enjoy your lunch." Aizawa concluded right as the bell rang. "Shoto, stay back a minute, please."

The class filed out, catching intermingling with 1-B as they exited their room.

"Shoto, I am scheduling you for a session with Hound Dog. Do you understand why?"

"My refusal to use my fire, correct?" he responded in his monotone voice.

"Yes, that's right. This session is here to assist you, and if necessary, there may be additional requirements based on the report. It's entirely up to you to inform your father about this. Please note that anything you share during the session will remain confidential unless it's deemed that you pose a risk to yourself or your peers."

"Understood, sir. Am I free to go?"

"Yes, enjoy your lunch."

As Shoto entered the lunchroom, he quickly entered the line. After he had obtained his lunch, he was looking for a place to sit when he saw Neito lock eyes with him and point to an empty seat. After a moment's hesitation, Shoto made his way over and sat down. Izuku, who was seated near him, smiled as he sat. Shoto sat and ate in silence for the most part, some attempts were meant to bring him into the conversation, but he responded with one or two-word answers. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude. He just lacked social interaction. He listened to the banter and topics thrown around; it made him think of his brother and sister, bringing a small smile. The atmosphere was suddenly destroyed as the alarms rang out.

Security Breach Level 3, Repeat Security Breach Level 3, All students, please report to your designated evacuation area; this is not a drill. Repeat all student reports to your designated evacuation area.

General Chaos erupted all around the hero students as people began to panic. Shoda yelled from his position near the window that it was the press. Itsuka echoed the call of the media.

Momo quickly created a megaphone; Izuku held his hand out. When she passed it to him, he called out to Bakugo. "Kaachan!" he yelled. Bakugo found Izuku's gaze as the megaphone was thrown at him.

Momo yelled for Ochaco to float Bakugo up above the crowd. "LISTEN, YOU FUCKING EXTRAS; IT'S JUST THE GODDAMN PRESS. NOW ACT LIKE YOU HAVE A PAIR AND CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

"Holy cow, did you have to give him something to make him louder!" Kyoka said, holding her ears.

"SHUT IT, LOBES."

The rest of the hero course dispersed to assist with the exit, helping other methods make their way out. I was checking to see if anyone was injured.

After the all-clear was given, they all made their way back to their afternoon classes, blissfully unaware, along with anyone else, of the intruder that had come and gone in the chaos.


-Private Moment-

While the students of 1-A were waiting for the all-clear, Chandra approached Izuku and pulled him aside.

"I wanted to say thank you." She said.

Izuku was genuinely confused. "Not to be rude, but what did I do."

"Yesterday, during the battle test, you didn't treat me like a pretty face. You relied on me to do something real, not just prancing around. You didn't give me something to humor me. People have always treated me differently. It was nice to be treated like any other classmates."

"You do not need to thank me; you came here to be a hero. We all did. I vaguely understand people treating you differently because of a quirk. Nothing on your level, mind you, but my second quirk came in later, so all anyone thought I could do was see pretty colors. Once the second part manifested, people suddenly wanted to be my friend, and I could see that they only wanted to do so for selfish reasons. I promise that I will always treat you just like I would any other member of our class."

"Either way, it is and was appreciated." She said with a slight bow before moving back to join Momo.


-Friday-

Friday came quickly. When Aizawa entered, he immediately called for the Blue team to grab their costumes, change, and meet at the bus for their special training. The red team was to capture their gym uniforms and report to training ground Alpha with Vlad King.

Momo caught Izuku's arm as they went to exit the class.

"Sorry for grabbing you like that, but would you please keep an eye on Yua? You see how she gets in crowds sometimes."

"Of course, Momo,"

"Thank you, Izuku; try not to have too much fun with your special training." She said with a smile.

"I will do my best not to rub our super-secret special omega-level training in your face too much." He said with a smile.

Momo smiled at him fondly, "I would thank you for doing so, Vice-President; I would hate to have to arrange an accident to remove you from office."

"Madam PRESIDENT," he responded with mock shock. They both laughed before parting ways.

Blue Team got changed and to the bus quickly in anticipation of whatever special training they were about to undergo. Once the bus was underway, the conversation and speculation began in earnest. Izuku and Itsuka were chatting lightly when the topic of Izuku's quirk came up.

"Hey, Izuku, ribbit, your quirk is a lot like All-Might's, how you get all strong. Is he like your dad?"

Izuku laughed, "I wish then, at least, I would know who that deadbeat was."

Tsu frowned, "I am sorry, Izuku; I tend to speak my mind, Kero. I did not intend to bring up bad memories or hurt your feelings."

"Don't worry about it, Tsu, I have my mom, and she was wonderful. She taught me how to ride a bike and throw a ball. It is more that she had to struggle so much that makes me mad."

"She sounds like a great mother," Ibara added from the seat beside Tsu.

"She is. I am fortunate."

The conversation shifted to family and siblings, Ibara and Izuku were single children. Tsu had two younger siblings, while Itsuka had an older sister and two younger brothers who were twins. Others around the bus started to join in, most being the only child, but some had siblings. Ida had an older brother that he seemed proud of. Rei had a little sister; Mineta said he was the youngest of 6, which caught everyone by surprise, then he added that he was an uncle three times over.

The conversation came to an end as they arrived. The Unforeseen Simulation Joint or the USJ Blue Team all disembarked, ready for their super-secret omega-level training; unfortunately, what was supposed to be rescue training would become survival training.