"You're back?" said Uraraka, on his way down. "And who is he?"
"This is Nakayama Fudo." Midoriya said, wondering how best to introduce him. "He's..."
"He's an jerk!" chuckled Bakugou, walking beside him.
"What did you say?" shouted Fudo angrily, causing Bakugou to poke him.
"Are you deaf, too?" Katsuki snorted and dodged Nakayama's fist. Fudo stumbled backwards and almost fell. Bakugou laughed again. "I say: You're an idiot, a fool, an imbecile, a weak-minded slug. Do you want me to continue?"
"Bakugou!" although the Teacher was nowhere to be seen, Aizawa seemed to hear everything perfectly. "That's not why I gave you the mission!"
"Psycho," Fudo muttered as he straightened the crooked hood and stepped away, just in case. It was only now that he had a chance to have a look around. As a normal person living in society, he had only seen the heroes from the outside. A pretty picture, but now he had the chance to see everything from the inside.
"Same as always, Bakugou-kun. Hi, I'm Ochako Uraraka, hero name Uravity." The girl who had flown up earlier grinned. She held out her hand to say hello, but only got ignored. Probably a quirk of flight, a bore, there was nothing interesting about her.
"Are you going to join the training?" Ochako asked her friend and received a surprised look. "I see, I'll clear that up in a moment."
"Thanks, Uraraka-san," Midoriya smiled as she followed Ochako with a glance. Midoriya turned to Fudo as soon as she was out of sight. "You know she's older than you. Please show her some respect. It's not my demand, it's just common etiquette."
"Nakayama replied reluctantly, "Yeah, sure.
Uraraka returned downstairs.
"Aizawa-sensei told you to continue your training. You have the right to be here, but not to disturb the others. It's dangerous here, so keep an eye on him.
"Do I look like a little child that needs to be watched?"
"It's not like that," Midoriya shook her head. She took out her gloves and put them on her hands. "It's just that it could be really dangerous here. Even though we have teachers with us, an unexpected situation could happen at any moment."
"Aren't you heroes?" muttered Fudo as he sat down on one of the nearby boulders. From here, he could see the entire training area.
"What?" Midoriya clarified, unable to hear.
"Nothing," Nakayama brushed it off. When Midoriya stepped back a little, when he couldn't be heard anymore, he muttered to himself again: "If you're heroes, why is it such a problem for you?"
Nakayama spent all his time here. It was a great surprise to him how strong Midoriya's oddity was. At first glance, she looked frail and weak, even though her muscles were clearly visible through her clothes. Perhaps because of the side of her character she showed to everyone. Sometimes her friendliness seemed annoying, perhaps because Nakayama hadn't experienced it before. Occasionally, she would stop to say something to her classmates, but in the end, she would concentrate on her mission.
At the same time, his second 'overseer' was training alone, constantly demanding new clones from Ectoplasm. He drove everyone away, leaving plenty of room around him to turn around. His quirk was no less powerful. Moreover, its volume and brightness perfectly matched the explosive temperament of its owner. Occasionally, Bakugou would glance at Midoriya and think of something unpleasant, which would show on his frowning face.
"Hey, stupid!" the sudden voice of Bakugou made Nakayama jump. Despite the slight age difference, both Midoriya and Bakugou made him feel much, much younger. "Get away from him!"
"Come on, Bakugou." Mina stretched out reluctantly. She decided to take advantage of the situation and approach Nakayama while her teacher's clones were destroyed. "I am just interested."
"Take your curiosity and put it where it belongs!" shouted Bakugou, glaring menacingly in the direction of the innocent Fudo.
"Bakugou!"
"Hi, I'm Mina Ashido," the girl murmured sweetly as she snuggled up next to me. "And what's your name?"
"Nakayama Fudo," Nakayama murmured, looking at Midoriya and remembering what she was talking about. "What do you want?"
"How grumpy you are, I just sat down for a chat."
"Aren't you in training right now?"
"Phew, you're boring," Mina sulked and went back to her old place.
At the end of training, Midoriya ran up to Nakayama and said in a panting voice: "Everything okay? Nothing happened?"
"Yeah."
"Look, wait a little, we're going to get changed and I'm going to get Kachchan to walk with you."
"Why?", Nakayama asked reluctantly, getting up from where he'd sat.
Bakugou approached him and sneered, "Because."
Ten minutes passed. An angry Nakayama was now being led through the empty corridors of the school.
"Tell me about yourself," Midoriya said after having paused a little. Her question was not only out of embarrassment, but also because she was genuinely curious about the boy. After all, it hadn't been for nothing that Aizawa had assigned him to Bakugou and Midoriya. "We know nothing of you otherwise."
"What the hell is this for?" muttered Nakayama. He looked at every corner of the school with interest, despite his outward displeasure. He might not be able to visit a heroic academy of this level again, no matter how much he disliked the company.
"To help. You didn't end up here for no reason, did you," Izuku explained, watching Fudo snort at her answer. "We can tell you about ourselves if you don't want to start first."
"Why would I have to tell him anything all of a sudden?" Bakugou shouted.
Midoriya sighed irritably and stepped forward, stopping the boys.
"I, Midoriya Izuku, was born on the 15th of July. I am 166 centimetres tall and my favourite food is katsudon. Ever since I was a child, I've admired heroes and always wanted to be one," Midoriya continued, not even caring if people continued to follow her. "I admired All Might the most. But I still admire him now. After I saw how he saved all those people, I was amazed! How could a normal person do that?
"Why is she saying all this?" whispered Nakayama and stopped. Just as he thought, Midoriya continued walking forward, not even paying attention to him.
"Ha, try to stop her now," Bakugou chuckled and continued walking, giving Fudo a last nudge with his elbow.
"The All Might once seemed so unattainable to me. I wondered how such a person could even live at the same time as me. But I was lucky, and now not only do I get to study where the All Might graduated from, but I get to learn what it means to be a hero from the greatest of them all!"
The bewilderment on Fudo's face turned to consternation. He shifted his gaze to Bakugou and stopped him, holding up the end of his shirt.
"She's one of those crazy fanatics, isn't she?" whispered Nakayama frightened, hiding behind Bakugou's back.
"Can you talk normally?" grumbled Katsuki reluctantly.
"Well, I searched for any information about the idol, watched interviews and know almost everything there is to know about him. I don't know how to put it exactly, but it's clearly not the norm."
"Listen," Bakugou interrupted him. "If you don't like something, why do you keep stalling? Do what you have to do and ride off into the sunset. You will leave the way you came. So go on, it's time for the children to go to bed.
Bakugou turned and caught up with Midoria at a slightly faster pace. He didn't stop her, didn't say anything about Nakayama and let her go on.