After he'd managed to settle in, finding his room already furnished and the present iteration of the costume he wore when operating as Sensei, Hisashi smiled softly as he called up Mental Voice from within the depths of All For One.
/How are you both settling in?/ Hisashi asked, as he made his way over to the attached washroom so that he could begin cleaning up before starting his day at the new career he'd been invited to take up.
/It's still a bit strange, Papa,/ Bombalurina-chan said, though there was a rather curious tone to his daughter's voice. /Did you ask Kurogiri to bring my bed to the 1-A dorms, by the way?/
Hisashi chuckled softly. /No; you'll still have your favorite air bed to come home to, baby girl. I just told Nedzu how much you enjoyed sleeping on that bed since you picked it out, so he found something just like it for you./
/Wow, that's really nice of him. Could you thank him for me the next time you see him?/
/Of course, baby girl,/ he said, smiling as he left the washroom – clean and freshened-up once more – making his way over to the stand that held his current costume.
David had been kind enough to inform him that he would be receiving the refurbished version – the one without the armor that he no longer needed even for appearances sake – sometime in the next three or four days, so that was rather pleasing.
/Izuku, we haven't heard from you,/ Hisashi said, as he removed his costume from the display and began dressing himself for the day.
/Sorry, Dad, I was still waking up,/ Izuku said, and Hisashi had the distinct feeling that his son was smiling; he smiled back, even though the three of them weren't presently in a position to see one another. /So, did you order your new costume yet, or are you just planning to?/
/I took care of that before I contacted either of you, Izuku,/ he said, smiling as he separated the elements of his old costume and began putting them on, one layer at a time.
His son's amusement carried clearly over the connection that Hisashi had reopened with his children. /I bet you just love getting the chance to cosplay as Ten-Sensei all day./
Hisashi found himself laughing outright. /As though you wouldn't be wearing a bow-tie with your uniform if the school's dress-code allowed for it./
There was the expected pause, as his sweet little Izuku composed himself. /That's different./
/Of course it is, Izuku,/ Hisashi said, smiling indulgently. /Do enjoy the rest of your day, children./
Smiling to himself as Izuku and Bombalurina-chan wished him a good day and allowed the connection between them to go dormant once more, Hisashi chuckled softly as he removed the white coat from the stand, settling it over his shoulders as he left his room for the day.
~MHA~
Purring softly as she climbed up and out of bed, Bombalurina slipped on her shoes and made her way to the shared washroom that all of the girls had been shown to after Aizawa-sensei had finished showing them the rest of the dorms. He'd even shown her the room just beside it; the same kind of room that Papa had set up once she'd moved into the house. The room with hardwood floors and a couple chairs where she and whoever volunteered to help her while she got ready for this morning.
Ochako was the first to volunteer to help her get ready for the rest of the day, and Bombalurina thanked her. Tenko, of course, hadn't stopped talking about how he thought Izu was going to start dating her any day, but Bombalurina wasn't quite sure she was willing to buy into that. Taking off her sleeping clothes and settling herself down on the chair set up near the center of the room, next to a large wastebasket, Bombalurina picked up the hair tie next to the brush that'd been set out on a small shelf beside her left hand. She wondered, even as she tied her hair back, if Papa had brought it from home, or else the brush itself was just kind of a common design.
/Thanks for helping me out with all this, Ochako,/ she said, once she'd pulled off the last of the hair clumps that'd gathered up on the brush she'd been using.
"You're welcome," Ochako said, smiling widely as she finished cleaning the brush that she'd been using. "It can't be easy, dealing with all that tangled fur."
/Papa said that awhile ago,/ she said, purring softly as the pair of them made their way out of the room, stopping off in both of their respective rooms to dress in their uniforms before splitting up to head to their respective classes.
~MHA~
When class 1-A's Homeroom begun for the day, Izuku couldn't help but wonder just what was going to be happening from now on. Once Tenko-nii had dragged Aizawa-sensei into the classroom, Izuku found that they weren't quite done working on their Quirks, even after they'd finished being out through their paces at the training camp with the Wild, Wild Pussycats. Rising from his seat, Izuku quickly fell in beside the sleeping-bagged form of Aizawa-sensei, smiling in return as Tenko-nii smirked down at him.
"Looks like we're both going to be pretty busy from now on, Zu-chan."
He chuckled, thinking of all the extra work he was going to have to do, not only to fully integrate the forty-seven new Quirks he'd been given during the course of the training camp; Mineta-san's in particular had been strange, since while he did have hair, Izuku had still ended up needing to eat one of his eyelashes. "Yeah, it looks that way."
After getting all of class 1-A assembled and on the bus, Izuku found himself staring up at the imposing form of yet another one of U.A.'s supplemental training grounds.
"This is Gym Gamma, also known as the Training Dining Land, or T.D.L.," Aizawa-sensei said, standing next to Cementoss-sensei as the pair of them led their full class into Gym Gamma.
"This facility was my idea," Cementoss-sensei said, crouching for a moment to raise up what looked like a blocky sand-castle thing made from the cement that formed the floor of the gym they were all standing in. "We can prepare unique terrain and obstacles for each student here," he continued, standing back up to address them all. "This is where you will learn to 'serve up' justice. Hence the name," Cementoss-sensei said, sounding more than a bit pleased with himself.
After an explanation of what they were all – well, almost all – were going to be working on, Izuku quickly found himself pulled aside by Aizawa-sensei.
"Midoriya, you're going to be working with me to refine your control of the copy you made of Tokoyami's Quirk," Aizawa-sensei said, as the pair of them made their way to a discrete portion of the gym that Cementoss-sensei had clearly prepared for them beforehand, given the clear space they'd made and the cavern he was now standing in front of.
"Yes, sir," he said, drawing up his copy of Dark Shadow from within his own All For One – he really did need to think up a better name for it, or at least pare down the list he'd made of possible names to only one page – and bracing himself as he called the resulting creature out.
The first time he'd felt the Quirk settling in, Izuku had only managed to catch a glimpse of pair of unformed, shadowy figures as the Quirk was integrated into his stockpile. Now, as he was calling it back up again, Izuku found himself more than a little surprised to see that his copy of Dark Shadow taking the form of something catlike as opposed to the birdlike form of Tokoyami-san's Dark Shadow… Well, it wasn't something he'd been expecting, that was all.
Maybe it had something to do with the way he'd made a copy of Bambaa-chan's Quirk beforehand, since Tokoyami-san had a secondary, Mutation-type Quirk that made him look like some kind of bird-
"Focus, Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said, the bright red of Erasure bleeding out of his eyes even as his long, straggling black hair fell back down onto his neck.
"Sorry," he said, feeling more than a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck; Kacchan had tried to break him of that habit, too.
Chewing his lower lip, as he called up his copy of Tokoyami-san's Quirk again, Izuku turned back to look at the catlike shadow-creature as it flexed its arms and threw a few punches. Then it turned to him, golden eyes narrowing in a way that reminded him of the way that Kurogiri-sensei's eyes would when he was smiling, through the purple-black Warp Gate fog that he used to shield his identity. When his copy of Dark Shadow leaned in, rubbing their foreheads together, Izuku laughed softly.
"Call me Chat Noir."
"Magnifique!~" Aoyama-san exclaimed, drawing their attention as he, Aizawa-sensei, and the newly-renamed Chat Noir all turned to look at him.
He hadn't been expecting anything like what had just happened, but then again Tokoyami-san had said – and the experience he'd had with his copy of the Quirk, short as it had been when he'd first made the copy – Dark Shadow, and now Chat Noir, were independent-minded Quirks who had the capacity to act on their own under certain circumstances. It was still a strange thing to think about, but then so was the way he'd been able to meet and even talk with Uncle Shiro even such a long time after Dad's younger brother had died.
~MHA~
Looking over at Zuzu again, wanting to keep at least one eye on the nerd while he and their teacher were working with those copied Quirks he'd taken from all of them – even making a second copy of his Quirk, which was probably going to end up going to Uncle 'Sashi when Zuzu had the chance to talk with him again – Katsuki nearly found himself jumping back in surprise as something that looked like some kind of centaur came charging across the ground.
"The fuck?" he muttered, landing back on the ground so he could actually look at whatever was going on down below all of the cement pillars 1-A had been set up on while they worked on their individual Quirks.
The centaur he'd caught a glimpse of was just about fully as fucking weird as he'd been expecting, considering even the quick look he'd gotten: it looked like the nerd had decided to test out Sis's Quirk in tandem with the Quirk he'd copied from Birdbrain, and since the Quirk had had a mind of its own it'd decided to drag the nerd around the room. It was kind of funny, considering the way the nerd had somehow fused with the Quirk to become some kind of armored, half-shadow-half-cat centaur.
Of course, all of that came to an abrupt end when Aizawa-sensei caught up with the nerd and shut down both of the Quirks he'd called up.
Rolling his eyes, Katsuki chuckled and turned his attention back to the lump of cement Blockhead had set up for him.
"All right, let's see what I can do with this," he muttered, smirking.
~MHA~
After spending so much time trying to get a handle on his many Quirks – without actually knocking himself unconscious, though he'd come closer than he ever had when he'd been at the training camp with the Wild, Wild Pussycats, which Izuku was at least pleased about – Izuku had made his way to U.A.'s Design Studio, where the Support Course worked, so that he could discus some alterations to his costume. Since he'd been making more use of the Heteromorphic-type Quirks he'd copied, Izuku had made up his mind to ask about how he might improve his costume to support the changes to his body when he used them.
Iida-san and Ochako-san had come with him, too, so they were probably going to be working on their own costumes, as well.
~MHA~
Once she'd been able to get away from the rest of her classmates, Tsuyu Asui quickly made her way back to the 1-A dorms. The thought of what had happened to poor Bombalurina-chan's parents – before Midoriya-chan and his family had adopted her, at least – had been in the back of her mind, ever since all of their classes had moved into the dorms together. Once she had made it back to the dorms, Tsuyu excused herself from the rest of her friends in class 1-A, and went to find Midoriya-chan in her room.
Pausing to knock, since that was the kind of thing she would have wanted someone else to do for her when they came to visit, Tsuyu made her way into the room once Midoriya-chan had told her it was all right. She was a little surprised to find Shinsou-chan in Midoriya-chan's room, but it looked like the both of them were working on their homework.
/What did you want to talk to me about, Tsu?/ Midoriya-chan asked, turning to her with what Tsuyu thought would have been a curious expression, at least if Midoriya-chan could move her face in the same kind of ways that everyone else could. /Or, is this something you want to talk about privately?/
Her ears were both pointed at Tsuyu, though, and that did seem to be how Midoriya-chan expressed surprise without words.
"No," she said gently, shaking her head and smiling as best as she could. "It's all right. It's just that," she paused for a moment, looking down at her hands, before gathering herself so she could press on. "I haven't been able to sleep right, ever since I found out what had happened to your parents. It made me so sad, whenever I came home to visit my family and thought about how you would never be able to go back to yours," reaching out to hold Midoriya-chan's furry hands, Tsuyu smiled as best as she could.
~MHA~
Hitoshi didn't quite know what he'd really been expecting, when that girl from Class 1-A had come into Bambaa-san's room, but hearing the girl with the frog Quirk talking to Bambaa-san about their two families had been just about the farthest thing from his mind. The girl, who clearly had a Mutation-type Quirk just the same as Bambaa-san did, looked like a frog in the same way that Bambaa-san looked like a cat; if not to the same degree, at least.
Once the other girl – she'd asked Bambaa-san to call her Tsu, but Hitoshi didn't know if that kind of thing applied to him in particular – had left Bambaa-san's room, Hitoshi turned back to his math workbook.
"Thanks for helping me with all this math work," he said, smiling softly.
/You're welcome, Hitoshi; I know you're not very fond of all this,/ Bambaa-san said, purring like the cat she resembled so much.
Hitoshi chuckled. "Yeah, it's not my favorite subject."
The both of them turned their attention back to their workbooks, but all the while Hitoshi found himself thinking about the student he'd just met. She was a part of the Hero Course, someone he might be working closely with when he managed to transfer into the Hero Course from General Studies. He didn't quite know how many of the students in the Hero Course's Class 1-A Bambaa-san was personally familiar with, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
The worst thing she could tell him was that she didn't really know anyone but her brother.
~MHA~
It'd been six days since he and the rest of class 1-A had started working on their Ultimate Moves, and during that time Izuku had found himself getting to know both Dark Shadow and Chat Noir better. During his talks with Tokoyami-san, he'd found that the Quirk that they both now shared tended to express the parts of their users' personalities that said user didn't express very often. Or at all, in the case of Tokoyami-san.
At the moment, however, Izuku and Tokoyami-san were working with on their combination moves with their respective Quirks. In his case, Izuku had pulled up the Quirk he'd copied from Bambaa-chan, too. Not only because Chat Noir had seemingly based itself off of that same Quirk, but also because he'd begun developing a Special Attack that combined those two Quirks. A Special Attack that he'd taken to calling Umbra Centaurus.
It'd actually been inspired by the wild ride he'd gone on, that first time he'd called up Chat Noir to see about getting the hang of using it; at least as well as Tokoyami-san said was possible, with the kind of Quirk that Dark Shadow and Chat Noir were.
Tokoyami-san was working on an Ultimate Move of his own, too; wearing Dark Shadow as the same kind of armor that formed Umbra Centaurus, though obviously without the back half and the second set of legs, of course. Tokoyami-san was calling his own Ultimate Attack Abyssal Black Body; Midnight-sensei had told the both of them to make sure that they would be able to call out those names quickly during battle, so that was something that both of them would have to keep in mind.
"Partner! Did you hear the news?!"
Yelping as he felt Monoma wrapping his arms around his waist, at least as well as anyone could when Izuku was still in his Umbra Centaurus form, Izuku pulled Bambaa-chan's Quirk and Chat Noir back into the depths of his stockpile. "Neito-kun, what're you doing here?"
"Oh, we just came here to train with Vlad-sensei, but that's not important right now!" Monoma exclaimed, shaking him by the shoulders. "The exam only has a fifty-percent pass rate! That means that one of us might fail, partner!"
He was just about to try comforting Monoma, at least as well as he could, when Vlad-sensei and Aizawa-sensei both clarified that their two classes would be split up at two different locations. It was kind of strange, thinking of just how fast everything was moving; Izuku didn't know of any other first-year Hero students who'd been given the chance to take the Provisional Hero License Exam. Still, there were extenuating circumstances.
Not just his own, but also what was going on in the world around them; the Yakuza had clearly been moving in the shadows for some time now, and given what they'd already done, Izuku could see one of the reasons that the Hero Public Safety Commission wanted to get them out on the streets as soon as possible.
~MHA~
Holding little Sezu's hand, as the pair of them made their way through the grand garden that had been tended to by generations of Yakuza, Shin smiled softly under his mask as he guided little Sezu over to a flowerbed filled with chrysanthemums.
"Now, little Sezu, what was it you wished to do out here?" he asked, tugging the child that Master Overhaul was so fond of over to a bench overlooking the flowerbed.
"I," little Sezu looked down for a long moment, seeming unsure of what to do with his hands; Shin was pleased, however, to note that little Sezu had remembered that he was to leave his gloves on while he was outside of those places that Master Overhaul had decreed were too impure for someone who had been born untainted by the most virulent of diseases in the world today. "I just wanted to see the sky again."
"Ah," he said, chuckling gently as he lifted little Sezu into his lap, patting his soft hair and settling the both of them down so that they would be able to enjoy not only the sunlight of the outside world, but also what fresh air could get through to them through the masks that they wore to filter out the impurities of the world outside the high walls of the Hassaikai's compound. "Well, I can hardly argue with that, little Sezu."
The boy squirmed slightly, clearly attempting to settle himself down more comfortably in Shin's lap, but he'd soon settled down as Shin wrapped his arms around his narrow chest. Petting little Sezu's head as the pair of them sat enjoying the garden, Shin found himself more content than he had been in some time. Truly, this was what he, Master Overhaul, and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai fought for: the chance for those who had been discarded by the present society to have at least a chance at overthrowing those who had been elevated to such a high position.
Truly, the world would be a far kinder place to those like little Sezu once Master Overhaul's work had been completed.