Aerodynamic:

Izuku, admittedly, had no real idea on what to call this place.

He's on his way to school after a particularly peaceful night of sleep and now, as he relaxes on the train, his mind is assaulted by the images of his inner world. The suns, as majestic and mysterious as always, blaze upon him, unmoving, but seemingly alive nonetheless. There's no conversation here this time, only an impending feeling of warmth and support. It's nice, in retrospect, being able to exist here and simply detach from his troubles in the world.

That's why it's a shame that he's forcibly yanked from this realm when a mic and camera are shoved into his face.

"What kinds of lessons does All Might teach?"

Izuku makes a face of surprise and discomfort at the reporter's persistence. "Huh...? Sorry, but I, uh, had to go to the nurse's office." The reporter seems to take his answer in stride and smoothly slithers away to their next target. He hoped it would be the end of it, but unfortunately, the next person they grabbed was Uararka.

He scoots on by, barely catching whatever long winded question they posed, and snorted at her very upbeat, if only a bit nervous answer. He slows down just enough for her to join him when she's done and gives him a nod of appreciation. Iida was next, and gave something that was more akin to a speech than an answer, which bought Izuku and Ochako enough time to get beyond their teacher and into the school. He feels something - or someone - glaring into the side of his face, and twitches. He knows who it is without looking. Kacchan had been watching him like a hawk ever since the fight yesterday, and he hadn't stopped. It was starting to put him on edge, and he wanted to simply fly away and be among the clouds but Uraraka's presence was not unlike the weight of the world; the pull of the earth that keeps him grounded. He feels a ping of confidence and turns to meet Kacchan's ruby glare. The interaction only lasted a brief, near imperceivable instant, but it was enough to convey an entire message.

I'm watching you, Deku.

Good. Watch me.

Kacchan growled, but said nothing, continuing to sulk by with a hunched back and hand in his pockets. Izuku doesn't pay him a second glance.

"Hope you're well rested from yesterday's battle trial," Aizawa starts off the moment he arrives in class. He doesn't seem as tired as he was yesterday, which puts the whole class on edge. "I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation." The sentence, regardless of the dry and vaguely disinterested delivery, sucked the air out of the class. "Bakugou," the blond stiffened for a fraction of a second, "Your behavior was frankly unacceptable, and had it not been from the principal's insistence, I would've expelled you on the spot," He says with a cold, chilling glare. "Not only did you use a possibly lethal attack on a classmate, you were explicitly told not to. You're getting three weeks worth of detention and will be barred from participating in any hero course activities until the Sports Festival. During those times, you will spend an hour with Hound Dog. Am I clear?"

Katsuki himself looked as though he'd just been read his last rites. His expression was that of bewilderment and confusion, and he dumbly nodded if only out of reflex rather than understanding or agreement.

Aizawa rests a glare on him for several moments longer to ensure his point has been made. Then he speaks again, "Now, let's get on with the homeroom notices. I'm sorry to have to spring this all on you..." the teacher starts, not looking sorry in the slightest. The class pauses in trepidation; is this another test? Some form of expulsion? Apparently neither, "You'll pick a class president."

"What do you mean I got three votes?!" To say Izuku was floored by the revelation was an understatement. Floored - as he started floating in embarrassment. Thankfully, Aizawa's quirk forces him to remain in his seat.

"Midoriya, stop floating. You're giving me dry eye, damn it."

"What the hell?" Katsuki roars, snapping out of his temporary stupor, "Who the hell voted for Deku?!"

"Guess we know it wasn't you," another boy, plain faced and awkward, teased. Kacchan's eyes snapped to him like a rubber band.

Uraraka whistled nervously.

"Zero votes?! I thought as much," Iida starts in a low, almost conspiratorial tone. Then he stands and clutches his chest in mock agony. Or possibly actual agony, it was hard to tell with him. "This is the harsh reality of the sacred office...!"

"Did - Did you vote for someone else?"

" You're the one who proposed this election. What exactly do you want, Iida?"

"Whatever the case," Aizawa cuts in smoothly before the class could devolve any further, "Midoriya is your president and Yaoyorozu is your vice."

The two presidents take the front of the class with varying levels of comfort and confidence, but the class seems to accept them nonetheless with a very dry, unenthusiastic fanfare.

'I wonder if I can use my quirk here,' Izuku thinks absentmindedly as he, Uraraka and Iida enter the lunchroom. There's a lot of students here, more than he expects, and he vaguely entertains the idea of simply flying around and over the line. A faint giggling in the recesses of his mind and the inherent feeling of amusement bleeding from One For All makes him reconsider.

What an odd quirk.

"Oh wow, this rice is really good," Uraraka says with a smile. Izuku watches her eat through a side eye, and likens her to a chipmunk. It's adorable.

"I'm a little worried that I'm not cut out to be class president," Izuku admits as he stirs the fine broth and noodles before him, if only to keep his hands busy and active.

"You can," Uraraka says, as if it were the simplest thing.

"Worry not," Iida adds after taking an excessively long time to prepare his meal. Seriously, how many times did you need to realign all of the utensils before realizing that it is simply not worth the hassle? "Midoriya, your grit and decisiveness in a pinch makes you perfectly suited to lead us all," the boy explains in a matter-of-fact kind of tone that makes Izuku double take. "That's why I voted for you, after all."

"One of those votes was you." It isn't a question from Izuku's end, despite the strange tone that accompanies it.

"But didn't you want to be president too, Iida? You've got the glasses and everything!"

Izuku finds himself suppressing a snort at that. Uraraka really just says whatever comes to mind, doesn't she?

"Again, ambition and suitability are two different matters. I humbly made the choice I felt was correct."

"Humbly, huh?"

"Iida, the way you talk... are you a rich kid?"

Izuku can't help the huff of amusement that escapes him that escapes him that time. Never change, Uraraka.

What follows is a long explanation of Iida's family lineage, most of which Izuku, hero fanatic himself, had already known. He sits and listens, only occasionally chiming in with whatever random information he'd acquired. When Iida reveals himself to be the brother of Ingenium, Izuku isn't surprised. The family resemblance was nothing if not uncanny, and the quirks were near identical.

"I've never seen you smile before, Iida!"

Iida recoils, scandalized, "I smile on occasion!"

Then suddenly, a deafening alarm breaks through the friendly banter.

Security Level Three has been broken. All students evacuate in an orderly fashion.

What follows is anything but orderly; a variable stampede of people flooding from all directions, pushing towards one direction. The desperation to escape from an imaginary threat overshadowed any rational thought in the moment, and it showed and the trio of teens felt themselves being overwhelmed and crushed from all over.

Izuku thinks quickly and grabs his friends by the wrists and takes to the skies. From above, it's easier to see the chaos and madness.

"Such a rapid response to danger! I expect no less from this great institution!"

"Not now, Iida!"

Then, a voice shouts, "It's the press!"

It's barely audible over everything else happening, but the trio all make out the words.

"Iida, rev your engine!"

"Wha -"

"Just do it!"

The deep, guttural hum of a roaring engine gains everyone's attention in a near instant. "Everyone! It's just the press!" Izuku roars in a tone that's not exactly his. "It's just the press! There's nothing to panic about! You are students of U.A. Act like it!"

The green-haired teens pants when the rush of adrenaline leaves his body and the rest of the students stare up at him. It seems to have worked, seeing that everyone slowed to a stop.

"I hope you realize that you've further cemented my belief that you were the correct choice, Midoriya."

Izuku sheepishly rubs the back of his head. "Heh, you think so?"

" Know so," Uraraka chimes before Iida can continue. "You were really cool out there! It was kinda inspiring."

He'd seen smiles before, and he'd seen grins, but the way Uraraka beams directly at him is almost enough to make him trip over himself. Heat rapidly pools to the base of his neck and tips of his ears, and he knows better to clear his throat before he tries to speak. "Thank you," he says. It still sounds more pathetic than he would've liked, but Uraraka gracefully doesn't notice.

The following day, in a distant part of Japan, All Might makes his way to U.A. He leaps and bounds - not an uncommon way for him to travel - but a small part of him knows that he's only doing so on the extremely slim chance that he too could awaken the power of his master. It's a pipe dream at best, but he'd always been a dreamer.

When nothing happens by the sixth jump - and he lands rather ungracefully on a rooftop - and his fourth villain of the morning, he resigns himself.

'My speed's dropped,' the hero laments, 'I've been weakening at a steady pace ever since I passed on the power. My maximum duration has even dropped a bit since I overdid it that one time.'

The memories of young Midoriya flood his mind. The boy is small, and ill-prepared physically for the toll of One For All, but he's a champion of heroism. Fittingly, he got his master's power, which, in hindsight, is probably better in the long run for his development. He hasn't the foggiest idea on whether or not he'll be as strong as him one day, but he's happy at least for the delay in schedule. Although...

'Successor or not, he's still a teenager. I have to make it clear to him that I am here if he needs me to be.'

All Might takes another mighty leap and lands a few dozen meters away from a villain holding a family hostage. No one notices him yet, and this gives him the rare opportunity to spectate.

It doesn't go well.

The rookies, Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady don't seem to have many options left. They try - which is all he could ever ask of them - but it's not enough. With his smile ever present, All Might races in.

"Fear not, good family!"

When the bell rang, and everyone returned to homeroom, Aizawa began speaking without introduction or preamble. "Now for today's basic training," He gives the class a bland and unreliable once over, scanning the sea of students for something that only he knew."This time, All Might, myself and another teacher will supervise."

'This time?' Izuku thought to himself. ' So it's a special class?' The schedule had only listed a hero class as per usual. Thankfully, someone vocalized Izuku's internal question.

"Um, what exactly are we doing?"

Aizawa reached into his pocket and pulled out a white card with the word 'RESCUE' on it. "Preparing you for disaster relief, from fires to floods." Students muttered to themselves.

"Sounds like another rough day."

Evidently, that was the wrong thing to say.

The glare Aizawa shoots at Kaminari could've curdled milk and Kaminari recoils as such.

"Come on, this is what being a hero is all about! I'm pumped up!" Kirishima's infectious, positive and bright attitude rallies the class into further excitement, which makes Aizawa visibly annoyed.

"I'll be right at home in a flood, kero."

Aizawa activated his quirk and glared at them. "Hey, I'm not done." Everyone settled down. "It's up to each of you whether or not you wear your costumes. Some of them could be bad for the environment." He pressed a remote and like yesterday, the walls opened. "The training site is a bit remote, so we'll be taking the bus. That's it. Get ready."

Izuku felt a wave of determination wash over him like a cold shower. Rescue training would help him become the great hero he knew he could be. The great hero All Might believed he could be. One For All rumbles in his core, sending reverberations of energy and emotion through his being; a blanket of warmth and encouragement.

'The skies are yours, kid.'

Izuku smirks to himself. 'I know.'

"Bakugou."

"I know..."

Kacchan glares at everyone on his way out of the room, but makes sure to linger on Izuku for just a little while longer. Like before, the brat doesn't budge. It pisses him off and makes him grit his teeth in anger. He desperately wants to say something to him - to yell and scream and to remind him of his place - but he holds his tongue. The old man and hag were none too pleased with his actions as it stood, and the last thing he wanted was a reason for them to be on his ass even more.

So he bides his time. Deku will get what's coming to him. He'd make him pay for looking down on him.

Putting on his flight suit always felt right , Izuku realized. It got a bit roughed up during the battle trial, but it was nothing that couldn't be repaired. His goggles were replaced by a stronger pair with the same design, and his scarf had apparently been given a pocket.

He didn't know scarves could have pockets.

"Midoriya, Yaoyorozu! I implore you to enforce order. Everyone should line up according to student I.D numbers to fill seats in an orderly fashion!"

Izuku and Yaoyorozu share a look. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Iida."

When students pile on anyway, Iida deflates.

"I generally say what's on my mind, Midoriya."

The statement from the frog girl catches Izuku off guard. Anxiety fills him almost immediately.

"Wha - what do you mean, Asui?"

"Your quirk is pretty insane."

Izuku exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. 'You have no idea.' He doesn't say, "Really? What makes you say that?"

"What do you mean, dude?" Kirishima interjects, "Your quirk is crazy! You can fly and you're crazy fast! Like, crazy fast! Your quirk is awesome! You can do a lot of stuff with it." He raises his hand and Izuku watches as his skin changes into something more rough and brittle, an odd sound accompanying it. "It's not like Hardening. I'm good in a fight, but it's really boring."

"I disagree. Your quirk is pretty neat and more than enough to be a hero."

They delve into more idle conversation after that about quirks and popularity. Izuku falls silent and nods along whenever he's mentioned. It's... nice to be included like this. Years ago, in a time long since passed, he couldn't have imagined this. Gone were the days where he was ostracized and looked down upon; now people looked up to him as a leader, if Iida were to be believed. No longer was he the black sheep. He was... like everyone else. It was nice.

He's pulled out of his mental musing when Aizawa shouts.

"We're here, everyone. Look sharp."

"WHOA! Is this Universal Studios Japan!?"

The USJ was a frankly absurdly large complex. It stretched as far as his eyes could see, and even further beyond that. Where did UA get the money for this?

Thirteen, the Space Hero, greeted them in her astronaut suit. "There's the Flood Zone. Landslide Zone. Conflagration Zone. Every disaster and accident you can imagine. I built this facility myself. I call it," she paused for dramatic effect, a common theme among UA staff it seemed. "The Unforeseen Simulation Joint!"

"It's the Space Hero, Thirteen!"

"Oh my God, it's Thirteen!" Ochako immediately shouted. "She does her best work in rescue situations. I love Thirteen!"

Aizawa walked up to Thirteen and the two turned slightly. "Thirteen, where's All Might? He should've met us here already."

"About that, Senpai..." Thirteen regarded the older man politely. "It seems he just about reached his limit during his morning commute." She held up three fingers and Aizawa instantly understood. "He's resting in the Break Room."

The man gave Thirteen a cold and brittle stare. "That man is the height of irrationality. Be on high alert just in case. Let's just get started."

She nodded and turned back to the class. "Before we do though, I have one or two points. Or three. Maybe four. Possibly five. Lots of points." The class looked on with collective flat stares while Ochako continued to smile like a madwoman. "As I'm sure many of you are aware, my quirk is called Black Hole. It can suck and tear anything apart."

"And you've used it to save people from all sorts of disasters." Izuku finished.

"That's correct. However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities." The woman went on. "In our super powered society, the use of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem like the system is a stable one, but we must never forget that it takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die. During Aizawa's physical tests, you came to learn of your own hidden potential. Through All Might's battle training, you all experienced the danger your quirks can pose to others. This class will show you how to use your quirks to save lives!" She paused so the information could set in. "Your powers aren't meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that your powers and role as heroes is to help people. That's all, thank you for listening." A few students gave Thirteen a round of applause. Ochako looked on the brink of tears.

"She's so awesome!"

"Great," Aizawa said dryly. "First things first.. - " He paused when he noticed something near the fountain. His eyes locked onto the center plaza where a small, rapidly expanding purple cloud appeared. A hand came through. And then an arm. And then... the back of a hand? It was a young man with cyan hair and a disembodied hand covering his face and the back of his head along with his arms, like a macabre sleeve of tattoos. "Thirteen, protect the students! Nobody move! Those are real villains!