The next day, after saying his goodbyes to Mom and getting a ride to school with Dad, Izuku blinked in surprise as he found himself, Kacchan, Bambaa-chan, and the rest of their classmates confronted by a gaggle of reporters, each and every one of them chattering like the geese they held a distinct resemblance to. Looking around as he and his family and fellow students made their way up to the gates of U.A., Izuku found himself wondering what had actually brought the press to their school.
It could've been a lot of things; he was the son of Councilman Midoriya, Bambaa-chan was one of the survivors of the destruction of Rosaru, and there was also the fact that Uncle Toshi had started working there as a teacher.
As they all came into the gates at last, Izuku chewed the inside of his lower lip. Before he could consider anymore possibilities, one of the reporters shoved a microphone in his face.
"How has All Might been working out as a teacher?" the woman in front of him demanded, nearly sticking her microphone right up his nose. "Hey wait, you're Councilman Midoriya's son, aren't you?" she continued, before he could say even a single word. "Was your father the one who sent for him?"
"No comment," he said, walking faster before one of the other paparazzi could jump out at him.
Feeling Bambaa-chan's right arm pressing up against his left as his adopted sister stepped closer to him, clearly not wanting to be any closer to the swarm of reporters than he was, he wrapped his left arm around both of her shoulders as the pair of them continued on their way.
"Wait, miss!" that same reporter called out, practically tripping over her own feet in her obvious haste to get just one soundbite out of someone. "You're one of the survivors of the Rosaru Massacre, aren't you? Tell me, does knowing All Might is working at U.A. make you feel more or less safe than you'd feel if he was still patrolling the streets?"
Watching the way Bambaa-chan's ears folded back against her head, Izuku pulled her closer and hurried through the gates of U.A. even as he heard some of his fellow students speaking to the press behind him. Breathing deeply to steady himself, the way Dad had taught him to do when he was tense or when he was assimilating a new Quirk, Izuku leaned against the wall as he and Bambaa-chan took a moment to rest from their shared ordeal.
"I'll see you after class, Bambaa-chan," he said, smiling at his sister as he gave her a brief hug and the pair of them parted company for the day.
/Yeah, you have a good day, Izu-chan,/ Bambaa-chan said, purring softly as she turned to make her own way to Class 1-C's room.
~MHA~
Narrowing his eyes as he looked out at the annoying NPCs mobbing them, Tenko found himself wondering again just how in the hell Toshi actually managed to enjoy dealing with these vultures. Or maybe he doesn't; maybe he keeps smiling because he's imagining punching their empty heads off with One For All, Tenko mused, feeling a smirk tugging at his own lips as he considered that kind of thing, himself. Of course, Decay would make quite a bit more of an impact on whichever one of these damned NPCs he elected to use it on; nothing like watching someone screaming in agony as their head turned to dust to make an impression on people.
Still, doing that to someone would be really counterproductive… and wrong, probably shouldn't forget that it'd also be wrong to kill someone for annoying him, even if they were just an NPC.
Narrowing his eyes as he found himself staring at a microphone that'd just been shoved unceremoniously in his face, Tenko tapped his thumb and pinkie finger together, then grabbed the thing with all five of his fingers and proceeded to Decay it while the idiot NPC gaped at him.
"We already told you we're not bringing him out," he said, brushing off the palm of his right hand, then touching his thumb and pinkie finger together to reactivate his Support gloves that kept him from Decaying anything he tried to grab with all five fingers. "Now leave, before one of us calls the police to throw you out."
Turning to make his way back into the building, Tenko grumbled under his breath as he heard the chattering of the reporters getting louder, and then the sudden alarm and the slamming of the U.A. Barrier as one of those brainless NPCs triggered it. Those vultures were so annoying.
~MHA~
Back in class again, Izuku chuckled softly as he watched Tenko-nii dragged Aizawa-sensei's sleeping bag into the classroom and dumped it behind his desk. After Tenko-nii had finished calling roll for the day, Aizawa-sensei climbed out of his sleeping bag – still looking more than a bit like a zombie – and sat down at the head of the class.
"All right, settle down," Aizawa-sensei said, sweeping them all with his gaze. "You all did decent work on yesterday's combat training; I saw the video-feeds and took notes on your performance."
"Yeah, you and the nerd both," Kacchan said, slouching and looking like he'd stopped just short of putting his feet up on the desk.
Iida would have yelled at him if he'd done something like that, of course, but Kacchan wasn't the kind of person to listen to that.
"No more interruptions like that, Bakugo," Aizawa-sensei deadpanned, flashing Erasure at Kacchan, probably to make sure he had his attention.
After discussing their respective performances during the combat training that Uncle- er, All Might had put them through, Aizawa-sensei told the class that they needed to elect a Class Representative. Considering who his father was, Izuku found himself unsurprised at the number of votes he'd gotten; the fact that he and Yaoyorozu ended up as Class Rep and Deputy Class Rep, respectively. Once that was all done, Aizawa-sensei informed them that they – Class 1-A, with Tenko-nii coming along for the ride – were going to be heading out for Rescue Training at an off-campus facility.
Once lunch was finished, he and the rest of his class made their way out to U.A.'s side parking lot, where a bus was waiting for them.
Making his way over to the side of the bus that they were going to be using to travel to whatever facility they were going to be using to start their rescue training, Izuku half-closed his eyes and called on his copy of the analysis Quirk that Dad had given him for his seventh birthday. Laying his right hand on the side of the bus, he concentrated for a moment, then smiled as a mental image of the inner layout of the bus appeared before him.
"All right, everyone!" he called, enhancing his voice to carry to everyone gathered around. "The bus has an open layout, so this is how we're going to do things!"
Once he'd gotten everyone on the bus and settled down, Izuku found himself sitting down between Kacchan and Tenko-nii, then tugged until his head was tucked neatly into the crook of Tenko-nii's neck.
"Hey, Shouta, have those guests of ours responded to your text?" Tenko-nii asked, and Izuku found himself wondering just what the pair of them were talking about.
"They've just confirmed; they'll be there."
He'd been under the impression that the only ones who were going to come to the facility with them were All Might, Aizawa-sensei, and Tenko-nii. Thirteen would probably be meeting them at the facility itself, considering that Thirteen was a Rescue Hero like Tenko-nii, but that still left the question of just who else it was who was going to be meeting them when they all got to the facility they were going to be training in. When the bus finally pulled up to the huge, domed building where they were all going to be training for the rescues that nearly every Pro Hero was called on for some time during their careers, Izuku waited for a few moments as the bus came to a complete stop, then stood up and made his way to the front of it.
~MHA~
The feel of his phone vibrating, just as Izuku had started getting his classmates out of the bus and organizing them to head into the USJ, caused Tenko to narrow his eyes as he checked to see if it was who he was starting to suspect it would be; given the picture displayed when he unlocked the screen…
"You're doing something stupid again, aren't you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes just that much more, even as he adjusted his hard hat and settled the polarized visor over his eyes.
"Well, you see, things got really hectic on my commute this morning," the idiot responded, and Tenko could just see him fidgeting awkwardly as he tried to justify his latest fuckup. "I seemed like I couldn't turn around without hearing someone calling for help-"
"Yeah, I suppose the great Symbol of Peace can't just leave things to all of the other Pros around here," he deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he made his way over to where Shouta and Thirteen were lecturing the kids of class 1-A; seriously, there was only one person who could deal with Idiot Toshi when he got like this, and Tenko was going to enjoy every second of siccing him on the man. "Especially when the only other thing he has to do today is teach a class."
"Yeah, sorry," Idiot Toshi said, and Tenko almost wished he could be wherever it was that the man had ended up; watching the Symbol of Peace hunching his shoulders and trying to disappear into into his suit jacket the way Idiot Toshi would always try to do when he'd done something even he realized was stupid would have been more than worth the price of admission. "I'll get there as soon as I can."
"I'm sure you will," he said, smirking as he began to scroll through his Contacts. Once Idiot Toshi had properly hung up, Tenko tapped the icon for his Contact, smirk widening the man on the other end picked up. "Hey, Sora-jiji, what kind of remedial lessons would you recommend for someone who keeps neglecting their responsibilities just to go out and do whatever they want?"
"The intensive kind," the old geezer on the other end of the line said, and Tenko smirked wider as he imagined the man's eyes narrowing.
"Well then, I'll see you after we get back from the USJ," he said, smirk widening into a grin as he continued on his way over to where Shouta and his old boss were waiting for him.