Inko looked up at Ikumi as she dished up another serving of rice. "How was your first day, Ikumi?"

Ikumi smiled. "It was pretty crazy, if I'm being honest."

"Oh?"

Ikumi carefully dished up a mound of vegetables. "Well, we had to do this Quirk assessment test as the first thing all day. Our teacher, uh, Aizawa, said that we could use our Quirks to do it-"

"Way more interesting than what we did in school," Hisashi commented. He grinned up at her. "So, how'd you do in this test?"

She managed a bright grin. "Oh, I got second in the class!"

Hisashi and Inko both smiled at that, her husband grinning inappropriately. "Did you beat Katsuki then?" When Ikumi nodded he cackled. "It's good for him to lose sometimes."

Then her face fell slightly. "But then, um… Aizawa-sensei said that whoever got last place was going to get expelled-"

Inko nearly dropped her chopsticks. "W-what?"

"D-don't worry! Nobody got expelled! H-he said it was a logical ruse to make us do our best!"

Inko shook her head. "Our teachers certainly didn't do anything like that when we were in high school," she murmured. Still, she would have to hope that he knew what he was doing.

Hisashi shook his head. "U.A really is crazy if they send you a hologram emitter and then threaten to kick you out on the first day," he muttered. Then he smiled. "Sounds like U.A's more interesting than Aldera at least."

Inko gave him a light nudge. "Honestly," she sighed. Then she gave Ikumi a proud smile. "Well, you're going to have to keep going. So after this Quirk assessment, what did you do next?"

Ikumi thought back on it. "Well…"

—

After the near expulsion threat that was the Quirk assessment, 1-A had gone into their next class with a feeling of foreboding and trepidation. Present Mic had grinned at them cheerfully as they came through the door. "Welcome, Little Listeners! Come on in, sit down and we're gonna go into the exciting world of… ENGLISH!"

Kaminari raised his hand. "Um… Are you going to expel any of us if we don't get it right?"

Present Mic slapped a hand to his face. "Damn it Shouta! You just had to ruin my opening with your 'logical ruse'!" He gave Kaminari and the class a gentle smile. "Nah, no logical ruses here, except for homophones."

As one the class breathed a sigh of relief. Present Mic grinned as they sat down. "Now then, I'm sure you're wondering why you're learning English at a Hero course! That's for a couple of reasons!"

Present Mic pulled out a piece of chalk and started scribbling on the board behind him. "Now, the first reason is that as Heroes, you might be the first person a tourist on the street comes to if they have a problem! As Heroes, you might have to get intel about a crime that happened to them or just give them directions to a landmark or hotel!"

"They should just have a map on their phones or something," Kacchan grumbled. Ikumi shushed him.

"The second reason?" Present Mic grinned. "Being able to speak a second language is AWESOME! Plus it means that you can look like a cool dude or dudette in front of other people! So we're gonna learn how to flex on people with English! Who's up for it?!"

The class cheered, even Bakugou lightening up a bit. He gave them all a proud smile. "Great! Now, today's just a light lesson so we're going to go over the basics of English and get an idea of where everybody is in the class!"

Ikumi had to admit that it was a lot more interesting than Aldera's English lessons. Present Mic was enthusiastic and energetic, always giving the class encouragement and urging them to practise their English. Plus, it was Present Mic teaching!

—

Hisashi had to admit that Ikumi's day sounded pretty amazing when put like that as she talked about her teachers more energetically than she ever had before. "So all of your classes are taught by Heroes?"

Ikumi nodded, beaming. "Y-yeah! Present Mic - Yamada-sensei - teaches English and-and Ectoplasm - well, Ikuta-sensei - teaches mathematics!" She looked down a bit awkwardly. "It, well, still feels a bit weird calling them by their civilian names if I'm being honest."

"I kind of wish I'd been taught by Heroes when I was in school," Hisashi grinned. "So were they all in costume or were they in suits?"

"Oh, in costume." Ikumi grinned. "It was - it was just so cool, seeing them up close!"

A thought struck him. He leaned over to grab a piece of pork. "Say, Midnight is apparently a teacher there. Did you see her?"

"Uh, no, not today. I think she teaches modern Art History? I think we have her tomorrow."

"Great!" Hisashi looked at Ikumi with a conspiratorial air. "Say, do you think she teaches in costume as well?"

Inko gave him a look which he pretended to ignore as Ikumi spluttered. A bright red flush crept through her fur. "W-what?"

Hisashi's grin grew wider. "Just saying, the boys in your class would have a real hard time focusing on her lesson plan if she taught them wearing her gear-"

Ikumi gave a pained groan, slumping down. "DAD!"

He held his hands up, laughing. "Okay, okay, no more embarrassing remarks. Even though it's part of my job as your father to embarrass you."

Ikumi sighed. "W-well, it is her Hero costume, a-and it's visually striking… But there's a reason she's referred to as the R-Rated Heroine, Dad. It might be a bit inappropriate for her to show up in costume."

"I know, I know." Hisashi paused, giving his daughter a smile. "Still, this is great! You made it in and tomorrow you're going to have a Heroics class!"

Ikumi's eyes went wide. "Oh - oh my God, I forgot that was tomorrow!" She anxiously pulled on her bottom lip. "That's - I really hope that they got my costume-"

Inko put a calming hand on her upper arm. "Don't worry so much, Ikumi. They definitely have it - we submitted it specially."

"Make sure you go to sleep, Ikumi," Hisashi joked. "You've got a big day ahead of you."

"I know, I know. It's…" Ikumi waved her hands around. "It just feels like a dream, you know?"

As they started moving everything to the dishwasher, Hisashi paused as he looked up at Ikumi. "I'm really proud of you for getting in, you know?"

"I know."

"You're officially my favourite daughter."

Ikumi shook her head, a grin forming on her face. "More like your only daughter."

Hisashi huffed, a tiny tongue of flame passing his lips. "That just makes it doubly true then." He gave her a light shove. "Knock 'em dead in Hero training tomorrow, Ikumi."

—

Katsuki grinned up at Midori as they got off the train. "We're finally doing Hero shit at U.A, Midori!"

Midori sighed. "It's not like we weren't doing anything like that yesterday, Kacchan," she mumbled, carefully stepping around some other pedestrians.

He shoulder checked his way through. "We did one thing that could be Hero stuff yesterday and that was being threatened by Hobo Sensei in a gym test."

"Kacchan!" She gasped. "You-you can't call him a hobo!"

"What?" Katsuki shoulder checked somebody who tried to get in his way. "Guy showed up to teach and be a Hero in his goddamn pyjamas. It's sloppy!"

The hag certainly had a long list of expletives regarding people who showed up to a fashion show in similar attire. Even his dad had only told her not to swear in front of Katsuki. Like he hadn't heard all those words already.

Midori opened her mouth, then closed it. "...W-well… I think he may have slept in his clothes," she mumbled.

Katsuki barked with laughter as they came up to the door. Shoving the door open, he was rewarded with Nerd Jock's disapproving glare. "Hurry, to your seats!"

"You ever gonna take that stick out your ass, Glasses?" Katsuki flopped into his chair. Glasses followed him, hands chopping the air robotically.

"I simply seek to act in a manner befitting this great institution-"

Katsuki tuned out Glasses' attitude as he got his desk ready for the day. Eventually he got the point and went back to his seat, huffing disapprovingly. Then a certain jerk walked down the aisle.

Half-and-Half briefly stopped in front of Katsuki, his face showing absolutely no emotion. Then the bastard went to his chair, ignoring everybody else.

Midori looked at the guy, then at him. "W-what did you do to him?" She whispered.

Katsuki shrugged as Hobo-sensei walked in. "Haven't done shit to him. Guy's just an asshole." He scowled. "Fuck him."

As Hobo-Sensei started doing role, Katsuki kept his eyes firmly locked on the front of the room. Whatever the Hero class was going to be about, he was ready to kill it.

—

Minoru couldn't help but grin when he saw Midnight come into their class in full Hero attire. Yep, this is officially the best school on the planet.

Next to him, Midoriya looked a bit shocked. "M-Midnight's our teacher?! In full Hero costume?"

Midnight grinned. "We're all technically on duty as Heroes, so we can wear our costumes as necessary. Besides, it's surprisingly comfortable."

She gasped then started frantically babbling. "I-I-I wasn't, um, d-disapproving or anything! i-I mean I-I don't think I could pull off a look like that and-"

Minoru shook his head frantically. Miss out on this? No way!

"It's alright, Midoriya. No harm done." Midnight looked out at the rest of the class, grinning. "It kind of leads into this class - Modern Art History!"

Her face grew more serious as she came over to the blackboard. "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what relevance Art History has for the Hero course."

Bakugou slouched in his chair. "Yep."

Midnight shook her head slightly. "That's because of the largest modern phenomena in the past century - Heroes!" A hologram projector turned on, and she flicked through scenes. 'As the cultural phenomenon of Heroes swept the world, so Heroes have influenced the art scene as well."

"From the very first vigilantes that came from the chaos of Quirks emerging," a photograph of a group of men wearing leather and masks fighting a man holding a torn out safe, "to the establishment of the current Hero system according to the New York Regulations," it switched to a photo of a smiling Hero with an America themed cape shaking hands with a politician.

Her face grew more solemn. "And the tragedies that came from certain groups." The projector briefly showed a painting Minoru recognised - a depiction of the Jeda Purge, the stylised black robes of the CRC standing starkly amongst the forest background. It was almost idyllic, until you saw the figures hanging from the trees and the blood on the ground.

Minoru shuddered. Next to him, Midoriya took a deep breath, then her face set in a more determined look. Everybody in class seemed to be shaken at seeing a reminder of such an event - even Todoroki seemed a bit on edge.

Midnight turned the projector off, a stoic look on her face. "Art isn't always pleasant. The men and women we will be learning about through their works came from very different times - current standards weren't always the norm, regrettably."

For the first time in a while Minoru wasn't trying to look at Midnight's chest. Midnight grinned at them. "Plus, we'll be going over a bit of Hero costume design. Bertholt Brecht once said 'art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.' A Hero's costume is a piece of art by itself - and you may decide to change your costume to something more accurate to the Hero you want to be."

As the class started properly and they went through the material, Minoru grinned. His costume already declared what kind of Hero he wanted to be in the future. A super cool one who women would actually like.

When the bell rang for lunch, Minoru felt disappointed to be leaving the lesson. And not just because he wasn't able to see Midnight's costume any more.

—

Mina carefully held out her lunch card to Lunch Rush, grinning. "The big curry rice please!"

Lunch Rush gave a thumbs up. "Sure thing! Any accompaniments?"

"Natto. Lots and lots of natto!" Mina grinned as the big bowl was carefully deposited on her tray, followed by a heaping serve of natto. Stomach rumbling, she sat down. All Might had warned her that One for All's stockpiling nature meant that it needed a lot of fuel to keep running.

She was about to dig in when she saw Midoriya, the timid girl stacking plate after plate on a tray sized for her. Beaming, she waved her over. "Hey, Midoriya! You want to sit over here?"

Midoriya blinked, then when she was sure she had the right amount of food came over, careful not to bump into people on the way. "Hey Ashido-" Her nose wrinkled. "...That's a lot of natto."

"I really like natto!" Mina started stirring rapidly, then once she was sure she had done it enough, dumped it on top of the curry. Midoriya gagged slightly and Mina winced. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot you had a really good sense of smell!"

She shook her head rapidly. "It's-it's fine, Ashido!" A low grumble came from her side of the table. Flushing through her fur, Midoriya broke her chopsticks apart and quickly gave thanks. Taking a bite her eyes widened. "So good…"

Mina laughed, giving thanks and finished mixing her natto in with her curry. "I mean, we had lunch yesterday and it was just as good then!" Quickly she ate the curry, grinning widely as the taste hit her. Lunch Rush was too damn good at his job.

"There you are," Bakugou stomped up, his own obnoxiously spicy dish in hand. Mina could swear there was a visible heat haze coming off the thing. He glared up at Midoriya as he sat down. "Don't fucking run off without me, Midori!"

Midoriya shrugged, cheeks bulging with food. Swallowing, she sighed. "It's-it's not like I can't sit with f-friends every once in a while, Kacchan."

"Hmph." Bakugou took a bite, chewed and swallowed. His angry face mellowed out, before he ground out, "...That's good."

Mina grinned. Not even Bakugou could stay grumpy in the face of Lunch Rush's food. She swallowed another bite of natto-curry and he stared at her. "...Fucking hell, you an alien or something Pinky?"

She sighed at that. "What's wrong with natto?"

"It's disgusting is what it is." Bakugou swallowed another mouthful of potentially nuclear curry.

"Um… Is this seat taken?"

Mina grinned upon hearing the familiar voice. "Nah, it's available-" She looked over to Yaoyorozu and her jaw dropped.

Yaoyorozu stood there slightly sheepishly, her tray piled high with food. "Thank you." She bowed graciously, taking a seat and putting it down.

Bakugou stared at it. "Damn, Ponytail. Do you have enough food there?" Mina shot him a small glare which he summarily ignored.

Yaoyorozu gave him a polite smile. "Well, Creation is a calorie and lipid intensive Quirk, so I'm eating as much as I can to fuel it for this afternoon."

Mina nodded in acknowledgement. "Same. I need a fair amount of fuel for Acid to make enough."

Midoriya looked up, eyes sparkling. "So that's how your Creation Quirk is fuelled! I guessed that it had to be something internal since you made things come from your body rather than them appearing next to you. So you said it came from lipids and calories, yes? Is your Quirk a stockpile that focuses on existing fat cells or is it all in the Plus Alpha? Or is it not a stockpile Quirk, but a metabolic facet that breaks down lipids in the process to fuel your body's stamina similar to Lampert's proposal?"

Mina paused, chopsticks to her mouth. Yaoyorozu was in a similar position. "Uh-"

She blinked, then covered her mouth. "S-sorry! I-I know that it's awkward. S-sometimes I get a bit excited about Quirks, and yours is a really interesting one-"

Yaoyorozu shook her head. "No, it's fine! Regarding your question, my Quirk stockpiles excess energy in my fat cells, rather than the Plus Alpha. Though in a way it is similar to Lampert's analysis of various Quirks."

Mina shook her head, confused. "Wait, who's Lampert-"

Bakugou reached over and roughly patted Mina on the shoulder. "Some old Quirk nerd. Don't get them started or we'll be here all day."

Midoriya blushed. "I'm not that bad… But Kacchan's probably right. We're going to be busy this afternoon, so we should probably get started."

"Hear, hear." Mina picked up her chopsticks and twisted the natto in her bowl again. "Let's get to it!"

—

On a different table, Denki was well aware that he was staring at Yaoyorozu as she ate lunch. At least he wasn't alone. Next to him, Jirou was looking at her as well.

"Where is it all going…" he muttered as the dark haired girl daintily finished the bowl of pork belly and rice, reaching for a bowl of noodles. Yaoyorozu ate quickly yet politely, and about half the food was gone already. Was there a black hole in her stomach or something?

Midoriya eating a lot of food he could understand - she was the tallest person in class and had a fire Quirk, and those guys usually needed more food. And Mina, well, she had super strength and acid, that probably needed a lot of food to use. He hadn't expected the nice, polite Yaoyorozu to eat enough for three people.

"I can't look away," Jirou muttered, distractedly eating her own meal. She'd tried to harangue him for staring only to join him when Yaoyorozu kept eating.

"We should, though. It's rude to stare." Despite his words, his eyes didn't budge.

Mineta shook his head. "Really? She's not even eating in an erotic way."

"That's gross, Mineta," Tsuyu bluntly stated. As Mineta turned and glared at Tsuyu, Denki managed to tear his eyes away.

"Still, is anybody else nervous for this afternoon?" he tried to deflect. "I mean, it's going to be our first Hero class."

"Course I'm nervous!" Mineta shouted. "I mean, what if it's Aizawa-sensei and he decides to actually expel one of us?!"

Jirou rolled her eyes, having managed to tear her stare away from Yaoyorozu. "Yeah, the 'logical ruse'. Kind of agree with Iida about him shaking our faith in him."

Denki shook his head. "It's not like we're going to get a teacher that's worse than Aizawa, right?"

"That's hard to imagine," Tsuyu flatly said.

—

Ikumi fidgetted slightly in her chair, nervous energy pouring off her. The rest of the class wasn't much better, the anticipation building. This was what they had come here for - the opportunity to learn how to be Heroes and save others.

She wondered who the teacher was going to be - maybe it was going to be Snipe - she knew that he was a Hero here, but wasn't sure what subject he taught. All Might was a possibility, but it would have made more sense for him to teach the third years rather than them.

"I AM…"

Ikumi's eyes went wide. No way…

"COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" All Might, THE All Might shouted, walking into the classroom in a way that was anything but normal.

Immediately everybody in the class cheered, Ikumi cheering with them. "All Might's really here, teaching us!" Kaminari almost screamed.

Ikumi gasped slightly. "That's his Silver Age Costume! Worn back when Sir Nighteye was his sidekick!"

All Might stood in front of the lectern, his signature smile lighting up the room. "Now then, kids! I'm going to be teaching Hero Basics! This class will put you through all kinds of training to help mould you into the best Heroes you can be!" He turned around, flashing a card that read… "BATTLE TRAINING! No time like the present, so let's not dawdle!"

Kacchan grinned like a Jack o'lantern. "Battle training…" he growled.

Ikumi wasn't the biggest fan of fighting but if it was called for… "Yay?"

All Might clicked a tiny remote. "And for Hero Training… you'll need these!" Slots on the walls hissed open, a set of twenty briefcases popping out. "According to your Quirk registry and the special requests you made beforehand… U.A presents your costumes!"

If the atmosphere before was electric, then Ikumi didn't have a proper term for the excitement coursing through the room. "Costumes…" she breathed.

"Once you've changed, then come in ranking order to Training Ground Beta!" All Might's smile seemed to widen as they cheered.

Ikumi picked her costume up with a trembling hand. This was the next step on the way to becoming a Hero.

—

Ochako looked at her costume with a raised eyebrow. Most of it was a skin-tight bodysuit, with light pink boots and bracers. "Not what I meant when I said 'space themed,' but it's fine! At least all the additions I asked for are there."

Hagakure pulled on her own costume, a light grey leotard with similarly coloured boots and gloves. With the press of a switch on her wrist, the entire ensemble turned invisible. "Yes! I thought I was going to have to run around naked!"

Jirou turned from looking at her black leather jacket and blinked. "Whoa, Midoriya. Nice one!"

Looking at Ikumi, Ochako had to agree. Ikumi had gone with something more formal than they'd expected.

She wore a dark purple three piece suit, the legs baggy to give her plenty of room to move. The sleeves of her black shirt were short, exposing her furry arms. A red bow tie was fastened neatly in place, complimenting the red boots she wore over any other shoes. She looked more like a businesswoman than a Hero, but it admittedly complimented her figure well.

Once aware that everybody was staring at her, Ikumi squirmed a bit. "W-well, I-I asked some friends of m-my parents to make it… A-and I wanted a costume to p-pay homage to one of my favourite H-Heroes-"

Ochako gave her a thumbs up. "It looks really good on you! I should have really been more specific with mine - I wanted it to be a homage to Thirteen!"

Ikumi hummed. "B-but Thirteen's costume is m-more to contain the side effects of her Q-Quirk. It wouldn't have really been practical from a combat standpoint? J-just since H-Heroes usually do a lot of fighting."

Tsuyu nodded. "She's right, kero. Thirteen's costume is pretty bulky."

"I guess…" Ochako finished pulling her costume on. "Would have been nice if it wasn't so… skintight-"

"I understand." Yaoyorozu nodded, and Ochako's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw the depth of neckline she had. "I asked for a costume that had more skin exposed-"

"More skin?!" Ashido yelled, her costume a camouflage pattern in teal and purple. "It's practically a swimsuit!"

Yaoyorozu flushed. "W-well, I saw some images of female Heroes and their costumes - especially Midnight when she was a student-"

Ikumi's eyes went wide. "Yaoyorozu, she was nearly n-naked! A-and that costume forced the laws regarding costumes to change!" Flushing bright red, she gestured. "W-why not a bodysuit like hers?"

"I didn't want to waste time tearing it in the middle of a fight." Yaoyorozu blinked. Does it look bad?"

"Well, it looks nice-" Jirou suddenly shook her head, blushing. "M-maybe we should get to Training Ground Beta! B-before it's too late," she coughed out.

As they filed out, Ochako grinned up at Ikumi. "Well, this is it, isn't it?"

Ikumi strode forwards, a more confident expression on her face. "Yeah. This is it."

AN: Happy New Year!

Sorry this wasn't out earlier, but I tested positive for COVID on Christmas Day, and subsequently didn't really feel like doing anything. I'm feeling better and more inspired now.

So! We've had some slice of life stuff! I wanted to spend a bit of time thinking about what each teacher is like, and how that relates to being a Hero. Art history was a bit I had a lot of fun with.

The Creature Rejection Clan has been mentioned, but surely that's all ancient history!

As for Ikumi's costume, I went through a lot of permutations. I decided on a purple three piece suit as homage to Gang Orca (with a bit of a reference to Sir Nighteye). Mostly because I thought it looked cool. Does it have any special features? Not yet, but Hatsume may be coming soon.

And Hagakure has a working costume on the grounds of 'there is an actual law about skin exposure in MHA, they are not going to let a minor run around naked.'

As always, thank you Banchoking for editing my stuff.

Next time, we're going to get into the whole Battle Trial. Comments keep me going, so please, comment freely!