A/N: Guys... I'm so sorry. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN MONTHS...! If you're reading this I just want to apologize for being offline for so long... well, thanks to that, you all deserve a huge update. Have fun reading! (I'm so sorryyyyy)
Yuuei's hero course curriculum. They have core classes, like English, that meet in the mornings. Hey, even heroes in training need to know how to do math and read properly, otherwise they'd be really dumb.
"Now, which one of these four sentences contains a mistake?"
Everyone stared at the blackboard and Present Mic with blank expressions on their faces.
So boring... they thought with a groan.
"Hey everyone, look alive! Grammar rules!"
The pronoun is wrong in the last one, Midoriya thought confidently.
Momo raised her hand in the back.
"Lay it on us!" Their oh so hopeless teacher declared.
Nagisa tapped his pencil on his book. This was too easy, he had learned it a while ago.
One con of being reincarnated, the school. Though, in elementary grades, he could really freak out his teachers with big words and complex math.
Now that he didn't need to listen in class, his mind wandered to other things. Like how he messed up big time.
Yesterday, in the... heat of the moment or whatever, he had told three people about his profession.
Three...!
It wasn't that he thought they'd tell on him, it's just that...
He glanced to the seat next to him.
Izuku was grinning at him.
He looked to the front of the classroom.
Iida nodded curtly.
He looked to the side.
Uraraka winked.
Why me?!
It wasn't only that, he generally hadn't been acting like himself the past few days. More aggressive, more emotional, more protective, less careful. Maybe that was one of the side effects from the quirk he received? Higher highs and lower lows.
Huh... that'd make sense. Just a theory, but if his quirk was based on emotional strength, technically... his limit was far from reached.
In fact-
"Fine, fine. I didn't want to have to reveal it like this, but... you all have another language teacher! She's a pro hero and guess who?"
Nagisa's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand, forgetting everything he was thinking of before.
"Yes?"
"Bitch-Sensei!"
"H-huh?" Present-Mic yelled.
"Ah, Irina Jelavic..." the assassin corrected, not meaning to be disrespectful. "Or... Jelavic... sama... sensei?"
"Let the kid call me what he wants," a female voice rang out, the door slamming open then shut again.
There she came, in all her bouncy glory.
Nagisa sprung out of his seat and gave her a quick hug, feeling giddy.
Over the years, he and his teachers had only become closer, more of a parent-child relationship at this point then anything else.
So this was perfectly normal for them. Not anyone else.
That is, Nagisa's head smushed into her assets due to his height.
Mineta glared at the blueberry.
He was jealous.
The nasty pervert.
Regardless, the assassin ran back and sat down, at this point actually paying attention.
"Nagisa knows the curriculum for the whole year in every subject, so he's excused from everything," she announced.
He jolted.
"Ah, Bitch-sensei... you're playing favorites."
"How could I not?? My precious student is doing so well~" she purred. "And I can only imagine how many hits you can score now!"
He finally convinced her to actually teach the lesson after many hard tries.
Everyone was shooting dirty looks his way.
It's not my fault...!
But boy, was he not acting normal.
Really, I haven't been so immature for a while, maybe ever.
That being said, how on earth would he react with Karma?
Karma... that's right! Only two days left!
Yuuei's cafeteria was huge.
It was filled with many kids, and they all sat chattering at their respective tables with friends, most commonly from the same course, whether support, hero, or anything else.
Not only that, the Cooking Hero, Lunch Rush, worked there.
(The food was also cheap)
But anyways, as the Hero stood in front of Deku, Uraraka, Iida, and Nagisa's table, the green haired broccoli couldn't help but vainly try and contain his excitement.
The assassin smiled lightly at his friend's fanboy behavior, similar to that of Kaede's when she was doing something she was passionate about.
I wonder what world she's in right now?
Somewhere in a different universe, a black haired girl sneezed.
"Yo! You have a cold?" A blonde said.
She glared at the demon.
"Come on~ our dear waitress can't take a day off! You and Elizabeth draw all of the customers in!"
"Can it Ban, Meliodas. I'm fine!" She snapped.
Oh how I miss my blueberry... my only respectful friend...
"White rice is the perfect comfort food isn't it?" Lunch Rush declared.
"Mhm! This is super good!" Uraraka agreed with her mouth full.
Deku was still vibrating, and Nagisa was looking warily at the fanboy trying to decide if he should hold him down.
Then finally, the time came.
Class 1-A was now in session!
"I... am... heeeeerrreee!!" All-Might yelled. "Coming through the door like a normal person!"
Izuku gasped, and Nagisa smiled a bit at the top hero's shenanigans.
He'd been smiling a lot recently.
"Wahhh!" Everyone gasped.
Denki sat foreword in his seat a bit. "I can't believe it's really All-Might!"
"This is totally awesome!" Kirishima exclaimed.
Toshinori headed to the front of the room.
"Is he wearing his silver age costume?"
"I'm getting goosebumps... it's so crazy!"
A few more voices piped up, all expressing their excitement.
"Welcome to the most important class of Yuuei! Think of it as heroing 101! Now, let's get into it!"
He explained what they were doing briefly, a few getting the idea.
Then, he pulled out a white card, "battle" written neatly on the front.
Bakugou grinned. "Fight training!"
The pro continued his rant.
"The key to being a hero is... looking good!"
Metal boxes slid out of the wall, each with a number.
"Get yourselves suited up then meet me at Ground Beta!"
"Hai, sir!"
Those must be the outfits that we designed. Hopefully the staff got them right...
Nagisa looked at his box in anticipation.
He asked for a design that mirrored what he and the rest of 3-E had gotten as presents, the camouflage gear that Koro-Sensei had gifted them.
It was like a was of reminiscing, a glimpse of his past life from before all this happened.
Also, it was comfortable and flexible. So take that, Aoyama!
The #1 hero stood on a faux road, waiting for the students to come.
After a bit longer, the sound of footsteps could be heard echoing from the dark entryway.
There approached class 1-A, fully decked out in their gear.
"They say the clothes make the pros, ladies and gentlemen, and behold!" The hero said almost proudly.
Gauntlets, belts, fancy armor, there was a little bit of everything.
"Take this to heart. From now on, you are all...heroes in training!"
Nagisa had to admit, everyone did look pretty cool.
Very hero-y.
"Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?"
The assassin had learnt one thing through the years, which was to always analyze everything possible. So, he did exactly that.
Katsuki's gauntlets weren't for show. His power was based on sweat, so those must be some type of storage tank. That was... concerning.
If that were directed at someone...
Uraraka's didn't really look like it had hidden uses, and even if it did, at the end of the day, she was useless without her quirk, so unless she had a pouch of poison or sleeping powder it wouldn't matter. But then again, maybe students don't think that far ahead.
Momo's outfit was... incredibly revealing to say the least, but she pulled things out of her skin as her quirk, especially her chest, so that made sense. Though it would also be a good idea to keep candy on a utility belt so that her backlash didn't go into full throttle.
Iida's whole ensemble looked kind of heavy. That was never good, especially for someone who's power relied off of speed, but maybe it was titanium or something.
A certain glitter hero though... oh god, where was the practicality? Right. There was none. At all. It just looked sparkly. A cape, and armor. It was probably plastic.
Most of the others seemed alright, though.
Not too shabby...
All of them still had ways to mature still, no doubt about that.
The clothing allowance. Before everyone enrolled to UA high, they submitted their quirk registration forms, physical measurements and desired costume designs, to get a head start on the outfits. With all that info, the designers managed to create state of the art costumes for everyone.
Izuku stared into the distance, no doubt remembering the time that his mother made his hero outfit in advance.
He smiled slightly.
Nagisa was doing the same, remembering climbing the trees and mountains with those outfits during his first life, or the competing, like the kill-save battle that helped bring him and Karma together again.
He inspected the ensemble closer, stretching out his fingers.
A bright, yellow, "E" was written right on the collar, a muted blue hood hanging off the back.
The vest had four pockets in the front, and short sleeves. Dark black fabric ran down Nagisa's arm underneath the outerwear, making both his arms darker, for easier sneaking in the night. Brown padded gloves also helped complete the top, meant to protect the hands for tree or rock climbing.
The pants were fitted exactly to his size, two pockets on the sides, knee guards and tall combat boots.
Don't forget the sheaths that we're preoccupied with storing knives and guns.
It really was the class 3-E combat uniform. A perfect replica.
"Nagisa-Sama... isn't that a little... I don't know..." Uraraka tilted her head. "Casual?"
"No, it's actually really cool..." Deku mumbled, not paying any actual attention to the situation at hand.
"Why?" The assassin asked, wanting to hear it directly.
"H-huh?" He stuttered, snapping to attention.
"Well... it's just... there are lots of pockets for storing things, and plus, it looks comfortable and easy to move in. The material also makes it quiet."
Midoriya continued on rambling. "H-hey, you were really smart to chose something like that, Nagisa-kun!"
"Actually, it wasn't my idea. You'll meet the guy behind it soon enough," the assassin sighed wistfully. Then, he remembered the octopus' cocky attitude. "Oh... you'll meet him soon... that's not... good."
Uraraka finally acknowledged the broccoli,checking him out. "Hey Deku! Love your costume. Not too flashy either, ya know?"
"U-u-uh..." the boy stuttered, staring at the gravity manipulater.
Her outfit was really... really... tight.
"Ah, I guess I should've been more specific... this body suit is so tight..." Ochakko rubbed the back of her head, smiling.
She seemed to almost have read his mind.
"I love this school." Mineta declared. He was leering at all of the girl's outfits.
Nagisa huffed, and released a tiny tiny bit of his bloodlust.
Mineta's eyes widened, and he backed away slowly.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Serves him right.
All-Might's eyes wandered over the group to Izuku at last, and he choked a little.
The weird ear looking things matched that of the pro-hero's hair, and the odd mouth guard matching his smile.
"You're so obvious," he mumbled, shaking a bit.
He quickly disregarded the fanboy though, albeit proud.
"Now, before we start, I'd like to introduce someone. You met him already."
"Karasuma-Sensei!" Nagisa shouted with glee. Once again, one of his favorite teachers was attending class.
"You're never this happy," Izuku chuckled. "You must really like those heroes!"
"They're like parents to me," Nagisa grinned.
"Hello, kids, Nagisa. Now, since All-Might kind of explained, any things you're confused with?"
"Sir!" Iida raised his hand. "This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean we'll be conducting battles again?"
"No!" All-Might shouted.
Karasuma jumped a little at his loud outburst, deciding to take over the talking. "Villains are smarter then some piece of junk. The sneaky ones will stay hidden in the shadows. Not only that, what if you infiltrate their layer? A home invasion? It's more statistically likely for them to be indoors, not outside, like the ones we watch on the news."
"Right. So for this next training session, you will be split into teams of two and two, good and bad guys, for indoor battles." The top hero finished, bummed at the stolen speech.
Wow... they work really well together, Nagisa noticed.
"Isn't this a little advanced?" The frog-like girl inquired.
"The best training is what you get on the battlefield! Remember, this time you can't just punch a robot, you're dealing with actual people," All-Might shouted.
"Will you be the ones deciding the wins?"
"How much can we hurt the other team?!"
"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled... like earlier?"
"Are you splitting us up by chance or comparative skill?"
"Is this cape chic?"
"He wasn't finished taking," Karasuma butt in, sighing. "So listen up!"
A script?
"The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes need to try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys have to either capture the evildoers or recover the weapon. The villains succeed if they capture the heroes, don't let the heroes complete their objective in the time limit, or just keep the bomb safe. We'll chose teams by drawing lots!"
"Isn't there a better way?" Iida asked.
Once again, Midoriya interrupted. "I don't know... Pros often have to team up with others from different agencies on the spot. So maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here," Deku explained.
"Yes, I see. Time is a random series of events. I apologize for my rudeness!" The speedster bowed at a 90* angle.
"No sweat! Let's draw!" All-Might shouted, impatiently and excitedly.
A/N: yes, yes, sorry for butting in. Anyways, I got bored, so here are the teams... with a twist. Have fun reading and figuring out who they are.
Team A: Round Face and Anime Protagonist
Team B: Half and half and the dude with the mask on his mouth.
Team C: The grape pervert and the only serious one in the class (momo)
Team D: Iida and blasty boi
Team E: Acid and sparkle
Team F: Sugar lips and... rock dude?
Team G: OTP (pikachu and moody teen)
Team H: another OTP (Frog and Shadow bird)
Team I: Tail and now you don't see me now you still don't
Team J: Manly rock and taping is better then vaping
Team K: Another protag
I'm alone?!
"Uh-"
"Nagisa, you can hold your own, right?" Karasuma raised his eyebrows.
He nodded.
"We're a team! What are the chances?!" Uraraka squealed at the flushed boy.
All-Might ignored the chatter, and fished around in his boxes. "I declare that the first teams to fight will be...!"
He dramatically pulled out two balls. "These guys!"
D and K... wait a second...
"There we go! Everyone else head to the monitoring room to watch."
"Sir?" Nagisa sighed, being a responsible friend.
"Yes?"
"If possible... I'd like to have Deku come with me."
"H-huh?!" Yagi and Izuku yelled in unison.
"Izuku, you can beat Kacchan. You just need to have proof that you can."
"Y-you're right. Thank you, Nagisa-kun!"
The broccoli's grin sent a must protect feeling through the assassin.
"Alright... Young Midoriya, you will win. I have little doubt about that."
He nodded, and followed Nagisa.
"Hey Uraraka, I'm stealing tour partner this round."
"Huh? Why?"
"Kacchan- I mean, Katsuki has issues with Izuku, you know. They need to settle it."
"Oh, okay."
The blueberry smiled and turned back to his partner. "Let's make a plan?"
"Sure! We're a team, so let's win this!"
"Let's begin! Your time starts now!"
As soon as they got in the building, the mood seemed to shift.
The walls were designed so that they ended up looking like boxes.
And, as expected, Katsuki came to greet them at the start.
Everyone started chattering in the control room, each having their own comments to add on.
The summery was that a sneak attack isn't manly, but villains would do it.
Then, Kacchan charged straight at the assassin.
Nagisa shifted into battle mode.
He had been training ever since he was a kid, and by doing so, had gotten a lot stronger, so then he could-
"Nagisa-Kun, let me. You go find Iida."
He nodded hesitantly, shooting one last look before running off.
He heard heavy breathing through the earpieces, shaking off the unease.
Kacchan probably could beat him in terms of sheer power, but Deku was determined, a deadly emotion.
The assassin groaned and continued his ascent.
"Fight me with your quirk you damn coward!!"
"I don't want to hurt you...!"
"Like you could lay a finger on me...!" The explosion user growled.
"I- I can!"
They ran at each other once again.
Nagisa huffed.
Was Izuku really going to be okay?
He hated not knowing more then anything.
He had almost reached where the bombs were supposedly kept, but the fact that no traps were set was kind of concerning.
No, wait, even if Iida tried to plan ahead, his partner would shoot it down.
Back to Deku.
He seemed to have practiced with his quirk a lot to get to this level during those three months.
Sneaking into the room, the assassin peeked around the corner, spying on the villain while slipping his hood on.
The area was spacious, and because he sipped so silently inside, he could peek at the huge bomb without any interference, allowing for a planned attack.
Iida also seemed to be 'getting into character', all with mumbling about evildoers and how he had to impress his family.
"Izuku-kun, how you doing?" He whispered, then waited a bit for a response. None came except some groaning and yelling that was a bit muffled. The earpiece had most likely been dropped on the floor under some rubble.
Should I just do it myself?
Well...
Nagisa flashed out of sight and appeared again behind the bomb, not yet touching it.
He was sure people in the control room would be confused, but they had some time to spare, and he needed Izuku to prove himself.
So, he waited.
Boom!
Crash!
Bam!
There were noises alright, audible from floors above the fighting.
What the heck are they doing down there?
Nagisa sighed then sat down.
Even Iida was concerned, mumbling even more now about 'will Midoriya be okay?' and 'where is Nagisa-kun?'.
Suddenly, a huge whole blasted in the ceiling, making everyone jump.
The blueberry took that as his cue and tapped the bomb with his palm.
"Heroes win!"
The students discussed the fight in the observation room.
"The best person would have to be Iida!" The girl declared. "Nagisa stood by while he could've taken the victory instantly, and both Midoriya and Bakugou completely neglected to think about the outcome!"
"Momo Yaoyorozu... smart," the assassin mumbled, pulling out a notebook. He had taken some notes so far, about quirks and their practicalities and weaknesses.
Todoroki won effortlessly, naturally. He was on the assassin's list of 'gotta watch them'.
Bakugou stared into space, probably upset at his loss.
The next team entered the space.
"Hey Aizawa-Sensei?" Nagisa mumbled, edging closer to the teacher, eyes stuck on the display.
"Mhm?" He responded, sparing a glance at the student.
"Where exactly did you get that bomb?"
Eraserhead paused, paying more attention to the assassin. "I don't think I'm permitted to tell you that. It came from a villain... is the most I can say."
"Did it happen to be shot at a flying octopus only to be returned the next day in perfect condition?" He joked, shooting his teacher a grin.
There was no response.
"Sensei?"
Aizawa blinked slowly. "How... how did you know that...?"
Nagisa widened his eyes. "I was right? Wait, that missile came from K- um... a yellow octopus?"
"Yes. It did. Now, tell me where you heard that from."
"I-I don't think I'm allowed to-"
"Who told you?!"
"Uh... I-"
"Shota!" Karasuma interrupted. "Pay attention to the fight, Nagisa, stop bothering him."
The blueberry shot a grateful look to the PE teacher who shook his head in return, then smirked back at him.
All the other battles flashed by, and before they knew it, All-Might had made a disappearance after saying goodbye, and unbeknownst to everyone else, transformed behind the closed door.
Everyone dismissed back to their classes, but the day was as good as over to the students, as 1-A had already ended.
When Deku finally got out of Recovery Girl's office, he had ended up missing all of his afternoon classes.
Still, when he came in, everyone rushed to his side to congratulate him.
He looked to his friend's seat, noticing his absence.
"Hey, where's Nagisa-kun and Kacchan?"
"I think they went out to talk," Iida answered, looking away from scolding Jirou and Tokoyami to answer.
Midoriya looked out the window, and indeed, the blonde and bluenette were heatedly talking about something.
He quickly hurried to join the conversation.
The day finally came to a close, and the students walked back to their respective dwellings in groups, idly chattering about the day, and what would come next.
When Nagisa finally got home, he greeted his parents at the door, and stumbled up to his bedroom.
"Nagisa! Aren't you going to tell us how your day went?" His mother called from downstairs.
"Sorry... can't... tired..." was his slightly incomprehensible reply, muffled by the sheets that were blacking his mouth. He heard laughter, then silence.
"Alright! We were planing on cooking katsudon, but I suppose not!"
The assassin's head snapped up. "...with an egg?"
"With lots of eggs!"
He dragged himself up, and made his way back down the steps, into the kitchen. "I'm here."
His mother laughed again, the sound like twinkling bells. "Come here."
He walked into her hug, patting her back, then sitting on a chair. "Need help?"
"I do," his dad replied.
"With?"
"You know more then me about this. A friend from the United States sent me this. For some reason I want to finish it. What word means something is good to eat and has a D at the beginning?"
The assassin crossed the table, standing behind his father. "Delicious?"
"How do you spell that?"
Nagisa sighed and took the pen, writing it down in the boxes.
"Okay, how do you know more English then I do? You haven't learned that much in school, I'm sure."
The blueberry giggled, shuffling back to his seat. "I have a tutor that taught me some English, French, Chinese... and some other languages."
His dad's eyebrows raised up to the top of his head. "And who might he be?"
"She," he corrected. "And she's somewhat of a hero. Ever heard of Tora?"
He dropped the paper. "Tora? As in... the seduction hero...? Your mentor is a PRO HERO?!"
He rubbed the back of his head. "Y-yeah... I should've told you earlier, huh?"
His father shook his head. "You think?" He turned to his wife. "Hiro, our baby son is learning from a temptress!"
She turned from the food and smiled. "I heard, I heard."
She took the pan and tilted the food onto three plates, making two trips to relocate them to the table. "Eat up!"
They did just that, lapsing into friendly conversation and laughter, nibbling away at the (amazing) food.
"Look at this joke, he's a a teacher now! What do you think will happen when the mighty symbol of peace is finally killed by villains," a blue-haired man snickered.
Not that many people replied, or even did anything to show that they were listening.
The villain frowned. "Karma. Kaaarrmaaa. KARMA!" Shigaraki had to yell into the boy's ear to at last get his attention.
"What do you want, chapstick?"
"Nothing...~ it's just that no one will pay attention to me..."
The red head sighed.
Things were so boring without Nagisa that he had started day dreaming about the boy.
Platonically, of course.
Not because he was cute. Or smart. Or strong. Of course not. Heh.
"Can I go out?" He finally asked Kurogiri, which resulted with grumbling from Shigaraki.
"Fine, just don't draw too much attention to yourself."
More grumbling happened as he walked out the door.
Koro-Sensei seemed to be just as deflated as Karma was, numbly sitting around with a blank expression, only nodding slightly at the exit of his student.
Karma popped back it to grab a hoodie and went on his way, this time to a market.
As his feet made their path down the gravel road, his thoughts wandered over to the assassin he knew and loved... again.
I wonder how he's doing...
The automatic doors slid open, revealing lines of colorful snacks on shelves, and produce in refrigerators.
Making his way to the back, Karma grabbed a box of juice.
He just didn't like the liquids that the villains gave him.
It's nothing personal, but that Toga girl seemed a little shady, and maybe she poisoned something to steal his blood.
They had gotten new recruits sooner then he thought.
The Vanguard Action Squad...
To be honest, he didn't like the name.
It was impractical to say, but that was aside the point.
Right now, not much of anything mattered to him.
Except... that's right!
He was going to see his blueberry again, sooner then ever.
In the morning, the tabloids swarmed the school.
They asked questions about All-Might, and bothered any students near them.
They weren't getting a lot of data, and finally, Aizawa asked them to leave.
They obviously didn't listen, but when they tried to step inside the school, a metal wall covered the entire entrance.
"Huh?!"
"W-whats going on?"
One of the camera crew dudes stepped forward. "Have you not heard about it? This is Yuuei's defense system."
"Defense system?!" The main interviewer screamed. "It practically killed me!"
"Yeah, well it's designed to not let anyone without a student ID or a special pass enter the campus," he continued, pointing at the glowing red light on the top. "Now we know it works. Apparently there are security systems like this all over the place!"
"Keeping the public out?! This school thinks it's untouchable! The least they could do is grant me one interview!"
"I know, right? We've been here for two days, and I don't have a single comment on the record yet!"
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the rest of the interviewers, thinking back to when they heard of the news.
The revelation that All-Might had been hired as a teacher at Yuuei surprised the whole nation.
Since then, as showed that morning, the media had started surrounding the whole school, trying to get a good word in.
Not just them, in fact. Some far more nefarious people also heard of the news.
Everyone wanted to get All-Might, and some people wanted to get him killed.
Karma and Shigaraki stood outside, further away then the tabloids.
One of them wanted heart, and the other wanted a head.
The head of the top hero, and the heart of a childhood friend.
Talking about hearts, Karma groaned internally, why the hell won't my heart stop beating?! Stop it! Shut the hell up!
Mr. Aizawa stood at the front of the class. "I reviewed all the footage of your battles. I have some advice."
Everyone looked up from their chatter.
He cleared his throat, the students preparing for a speech.
"Bakugou, stop sulking. Midoriya, stop breaking bones. Nagisa, please quit it with the showing off. That's it. Anyways, on to the business. The next thing we'll doing will determine everyone's future."
Is it another quirk test?!
Everyone started sweating nervously, both from the lack of monologue and the dramatic entrance of another topic.
"We need to pick a class representative."
Oh thank god, just normal school stuff. Or is it?
"Pick me!" Kirishima yelled. "I wanna be class rep!"
Kamanari raised his hand. "I'll be class rep."
"Yeah, you're gonna need me," Jirou smirked.
"You need someone with fashion-" the sparkly hero was cut off by Mina. "I'm totally the right pick!"
Mineta flailed about, not getting a word in from the others' shouting.
Nagisa shuddered. In any normal class, the only thing a class rep would have to do is extra work.
Bakugou started yelling too.
In a hero course, it's more. It's a way to prove you can lead, and that you have what it takes to be a pro.
Basically, you stand out to the agencies.
The assassin could care less.
He didn't need to be a hero even, a vigilante would be fine as well.
He just needed to eliminate his target.
"Silence! Everyone! Please!"
The classroom quieted down, heads turning towards Iida.
"The class representative's role is to lead others. It's not something that just anyone can do. You need the trust of each and every person in this classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fulfill this is democratically. We're holding an election." He took a break from the rant.
Everyone deadpanned. His desires were clear. He just wanted to be voted for.
There was still some uncertainty in the class.
"Won't everyone vote for themselves?"
"That's-"
"Maybe, but then the person with the most votes really will be most suited for the job," Nagisa shrugged. "That being said, please don't vote for me."
Uraraka turned to him. "Eeeh?! Why?! Don't you also want this position?!"
He may have regretted telling three people about his purpose, but now was a great time to call in a favor. "I'm not really trustworthy. And plus, I don't need the attention of hero agencies." He winked for good measure, and the trio backed off.
Nice.
"So, sir? What do you think?" Iida turned to their teacher.
"I don't care. Do it before I wake up," he groaned, as he zipped up his sleeping bag.
They voted, and as the assassin predicted,
Iida got the most votes, Momo coming in second.
Uraraka was smiling plastically. She had obviously voted for herself, and was now covering for it.
The engine hero was shaking with joy.
Momo merely shrugged.
Bakugou was also shaking, but only because Deku got two votes.
One from Nagisa, one from Iida.
"Alright, the class rep is Iida. His deputy is Yaoyorozu," the teacher declared. "Goodnight again."
Finally, it was lunch.
Nagisa convinced Aizawa to let them eat inside the classroom, as to avoid the disaster that was to come later.
Nobody but him knew about it yet, but the teacher just didn't care, so he agreed.
"It's nice in here!" The gravity manipulator grinned.
"Nice goin' Shiota," Kirishima grinned, joining in their conversation.
"Ah... please, call me Nagisa. I don't... particularly enjoy my last name."
The red-head nodded, then went off to talk to Bakugou again.
They had still bought food in the cafeteria of course, they just didn't eat in there.
"This rice sure is good!" Mina cooed.
"I want to thank you all for voting for me!" Iida yelled, bowing 90 degrees.
"Actually, I voted for Izuku-kun," the assassin corrected, pointing to the broccoli boy.
"E-Eh?! Nagisa-Sama?! Why would you-"
"Reasons~ but it doesn't matter now."
"I'm glad I got it," the blue haired runner sighed in relief. "I've leaned that wanting a job and being good at it is a completely different thing over the years of observing the Iida family agency," he stated. "And because of that, I-"
"Hold on, agency?" Uraraka asked.
Deku nodded. "What does your family do?"
Iida looked at Nagisa in panic, probably because he knew everything important so far.
"S-something not that relevant!"
"Well I've been wondering anyways," Uraraka said. "You're probably filthy rich, Iida!"
"U-uh... I was afraid people would treat me differently if they knew about my family," he sighed.
The other two made squealing noises while staring at him with wide eyes.
He sighed. "You see, the Iidas are pro-heroes. It runs in our blood."
"What?! That's awesome!"
"Are the two of you familiar with the turbo hero Ingenium?"
"I know all about him! He's a super powerful pro with 65 sidekicks working beside him and an agency! Wait, don't tell me..."
Iida's glasses shone. "He's my elder brother!"
"Your family is famous!"
"I can't believe it!"
They both looked at Nagisa. "Why aren't you surprised?!"
"I knew," he shrugged. "I know a lot about everyone. Your old brother is a great man. Didn't I tell Iida that his brother was a great guy in front of you two?"
They looked at each other.
"D-did you?"
"Ne, Nagisa-kun, you can't expect us to remember!"
He sighed, and looked back at the turbo hero to continue.
Iida pushed up his glasses proudly. "Ingienium is an unmatched commander who honors the hero code. As the second oldest Iida son, I strive to be just like him. Class representative is a great way to start. You, Midoriya, have much insight though, if the practical exam showed anything.
"That's the fist time I've seen you smile, Tenya! You should do it more!"
"Uraraka? W-what are you taking about? I smile all the time! And... my first name...?!"
Deku stared at them fondly, and laughed.
A bell suddenly rung out loudly. "Warning: level three security breach."
Everyone suddenly started freaking out.
"What does that mean?!" Iida bolted up, asking anyone who may know.
"It means someone got inside. Iida, follow me," Nagisa demanded.
He ran to the door as fast as he could, which was really fast. He tapped Aizawa's shoulder, who's eyes widened and turned around as panicked as possible.
"I got... stabbed?" He mumbled, patting the place where his student touched.
"Ah... sorry. Let us through," the assassin apologized, taking his hand back and holding it in his other. Then quieter, "I didn't think that would happen again... if it drove Karma away, then I'm in trouble."
"Karma? No, scratch that, what are you doing?"
Nagisa smiled, then positioned himself in front of the door, shooting a glance at the class rep.
Iida nodded, understanding the unspoken words.
They both grouped at the door.
"Halt! It's just the press, so there's no reason to panic!" Iida yelled, hands waving up and down.
The class quieted down a bit.
"Everyone, take your seats until the breach is taken care of!"
After a bit, the bell stopped and the students continued about their day.
Iida was praised, and a couple of the staff inspected the door.
It was completely shredded, but how?
Karma looked at the Yuuei gate.
He could also probably tear it open no problem, and the shreds made him mad. Right now, they were the physical manifestation of why he couldn't hug his blueberry.
"C'mon Karma, the teachers are gonna find us," Chapstick hummed, beckoning for his partner.
"Huh? Right... coming."
One more day. One freaking day, that was it. THAT WAS IT.
He scoffed. "One day..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing~ say, we gonna have lunch?"
Shigaraki glared at him. "Only if you're paying."
"I'm flat out broke! Maybe we could just dine and dash...?"
"Eh, then let's get Kurogiri to come with," he shrugged. "Where should we go?"
"Hm... I'm thinking... takoyaki?"
"Sure, why not. Though not a food stand, that's too obvious to steal from."
"Then just a restaurant?"
"I'll look it up when we get back."
They arrived back at LOV, grabbing warp gate and heading out.
When hero-class came, Aizawa made an announcement.
"Me, Karasuma, All-Might, and one other hero
will be watching over you all this time."
"This time?" Izuku mumbled. "So it's a special class?"
He nodded. "We're apparently 'preparing you for many future struggles'. It's... just rescue training."
Just. Training.
Just- just seeing Karma and Koro-Sensei again?
Yes.
As they shuffled out the door, Nagisa once again went to find Aizawa.
"Sensei?"
"What now?" He asked, having learned from before that whenever Nagisa spoke it was important.
"Bring Present Mic and a radio, tell Nedzu to prepare pro-heroes on the other line. During the middle of practice, lots of villains are going to intrude and start attacking. We need to be ready."
He stopped, pulling the assassin aside. "You know this how?"
"There are two double agents working to prevent things like this happening. It's kind of complicated, so I'll explain with them later on. For now, do as I say."
"And why should I listen to a kid like-"
"Me?"
He pulled Aizawa's scarf, forcing him to his knees so he had to look up at Nagisa.
"I really don't know. I wonder why you have to listen to me?" His eyes gleamed brightly, and he frowned. "If you want the death of more then twenty kids on your conscience, then feel free to not heed my warning."
He walked away, leaving his teacher to contemplate what he said.
As soon as he got onto the bus, he deflated.
Why would he threaten his teacher?
Why was that a logical decision?
In which world was- holy crap wait a second
he was going to see Karma-!
It had recently slipped his mind, but ohmygoditwasfinallytime-
"Nagisa? You okay?" Uraraka asked.
"H-huh?! I'm fine! Totally completely-" he smiled manically- "fine."
She sent him a weird look then shrugged and continued giggling with Yaoyorozu.
Mina cozied her way up to his side, grinning.
"The only reason why you'd be acting like that is a crush."
"Huh?!"
"So I'm right!"
"No...! I mean... yes, but no, but yes?"
"Spill the tea," she smirked, sitting back. "Start from the beginning."
He sighed. Why was it so hard to say no to her bright eyes? "Fine. He's a childhood friend from a different life, and I basically haven't seen him in a decade, maybe more."
"Ooh! A childhood friend! And a BL!" She grinned at him. "So what's his name...?"
"...Karma... Karma Akabane."
"So let's get this straight, the way you're acting shows me you've basically just came to terms with it, but it's been there since forever. And Jesus Christ! I'm going to need to come to you more often for drama now!"
He sighed. "Spot on..."
"So why are you going to see him today?"
"Well... it's a bit complicated. You'll see. In like... half an hour."
Karma could barely breath.
"You alright, dude?" Shigaraki asked, patting his shoulder.
"I'm fine. I'm just..." a smile made it's way across his face. "Really exited. My first mission, not to mention I'm gonna be working as a double agent."
That was both true and not true.
In the morning, All for One gave him the task to attend UA as a student, and report when they were planning on going on trips to him.
What they didn't know was that Karma was instructed by an even higher force (was it god? Did god chose to make them time assassins?) to act as a triple agent, telling UA information about the league while holding the league back from killing too many innocents.
It was complicated.
Toga bounced up and down. "Lots of good blood and attractive heroes!"
Attractive heroes, eh?
She got that much right.
He was also supposed to infiltrate Yuuei during the terror, pretending he was a hostage of the villains or something?
Oh, well.
Nagisa was all that mattered right now.
But... what would happen once they actually met?
Karma was fine with daydreaming about his crush, but to face him?
Friends was fine. It would be easy to act like nothing had changed, just tease him like normal, and don't voice how cute he was out loud.
But would he eventually confess was the problem.
Honestly...? Maybe in third year or something. It was too risky to place their friendship in danger.
As Thirteen spoke, the assassin scanned the nearby area for any sign of the villains.
All-Might had been rendered temporarily unable to fight due to stopping a villain on his way to school, so it was just them four.
Karasuma noticed his unrest, and smirked a little. "Can't wait to see your boyfriend?"
Nagisa blushed and hit his shoulder. "It's nothing like that!"
The people around them looked at the pair.
"U-um... nothing's going on...!"
Sento raised his eyebrows. "You seem flustered."
"I told someone else about my crush."
He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, let me guess. Uraraka?"
"She already knew."
"Hmm... Aishido...?"
"Ugh. Hit the nail on the head."
"Thought so. She holds all the drama."
He chuckled dryly. "Now she holds mine, too."
Once again, the blue-haired boy swept his gaze over the USJ.
Where were they? It was already-
"Ka- I mean... villains!"
That was true, a small purple portal appeared on the floor, enlarging to let many villains out.
In the front, the octopus and... him.
The rest of them stood in Cold War, glaring at each other but making no move to attack.
The students voiced their confusion, Kirishima believing that this was a test, until Aizawa pulled down his glasses and told them to stay back.
The rest of the heroes also started charging at the villains, Thirteen jumping into action.
Someone called the backup through the communication device.
Nagisa couldn't focus. His eyes blured, and his breath was uneven.
His heart beat faster then it should.
He took a wobbly step foreword, and another, and another.
"Get the hell back, Nagisa!" Aizawa yelled distractedly, to no avail.
He couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't process.
Karma.
It was the first time in forever, first time in over a decade.
The red-head was in a similar trance, bound by his friend.
A giant villain almost fell on the bluenette, who dodged in the nick of time.
"Nagisa, hurry up and leave," the teacher demanded again.
He did no such thing.
The calls of the students rung over deaf ears.
Aizawa tried to use his capture tapes to grab him, but Karasuma blocked, smirking.
"Let go! He's going to get himself killed! Where's your rationality?!"
"He won't die, I'm sure."
"Are you a villain too?!"
"Calm down, Shota! Focus on fighting."
They both went back to defending the students.
Nagisa could hear even more yelling from behind him to 'get back!'.
He didn't care, didn't care didn't care didn't-
Their eyes met, and the assassin broke into a faster gait.
It had been so long since he'd seen those crimson eyes, that smirk, that strawberry hair, and he missed all of it. All of him, to be exact.
Finally they met, and Karma got tackled in a hug.
He didn't really budge due to his height, but it's the thought that counts.
"What gives~? Been a while, huh blueberry?"
Though, it was easy to tell that the sadist was bluffing, his waves were going all over the place. His face was a bit pink, and his heart was wild.
The assassin only sniffed into him, no words available.
An ominous giggling interrupted the two, and Koro-Sensei stood among the ruckus.
"Nishishi~! Karmagisa, eh?"
The blueberry blushed and sprung away, glaring at his teacher. "Can I hurt him?"
The sadistic boy smirked and handed him the anti-Sensei knife.
Nagisa launched towards him, gripping his tie and cutting off three of his tentacles.
"Wh- not cool! We're just reunited and the first thing you do to me is cut off my tentacles!? Boo hoo! My student hates me!"
"Send the kids away first."
The octopus' face turned a bit green, and a second later, the heroes in training all fell through a portal, probably because of Kurogiri, transporting them to different locations in the USJ.
"There! All done!"
"Now, the hero back up will be here in five or take thirty minutes, assuming they got the call for help or not, though-"
"C'mon, just enjoy our reunion!"
"Eh-"
The blueberry' head got pulled into a headlock, and his hair got tousled lightly.
"K-Karma! Let go," he whined, desperately prying him off to no avail.
"Hehe, nice try gender, though you can't beat super strength~."
"We still need to help the others!"
"...damn it, you're right." He finally let go, and turned to the villains. "I'll take the left, you help Eraserhead over there with the right."
He nodded, and they both rushed into battle like trained professionals.
A/N: Hmm... maybe I should tell you guys when I timeskip? Uh... yeah, imma do that next chapter. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING AND IF YOU COULD JUST COMMENT AND MAYBE TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF IT'D REALLY MAKE MY DAY...!