Chapter 5
The incident with Power-Socket and other smaller altercations that happened days ago were short, but the amount of paperwork timed with police reports Izuku had to fill out sure made it feel like they were hour long brawls. It kept getting pushed back by the press conferences and interviews that he was tasked with attending, since a full-on blackout in a subway was unheard of and, because Deku was an up-and-coming pro-hero and a UA darling, it kept getting cycled through the news. At least all the press gave the agency the attention and credit it deserved.
"Midoriya, the rat showed up again," Denki Kaminari mentioned with a groan, throwing out a chewed through box of crackers that was hidden in the office kitchen cabinets, the doors of which were also chewed through.
"Again? We just refilled the traps," Izuku asked incredulously.
"Well, the cheese is gone, and he's not falling for Aoyama's bait of camembert, so yeah."
"Clearly, that rodent has no sense of taste," the Japanese-Frenchman huffed dramatically, picking up a smelly piece of cheese from a lunch platter he had stored in the refrigerator and popping it into his own mouth. It was the ongoing theory in the office that the rat had a Quirk, which gave Izuku all the more incentive to catch it so that he could add its Quirk to his ongoing personal study of heroes and analysis of their battle applications for strategy before releasing it in a rural area. Maybe he was a cousin of Principal Nezu's? That was certainly a dark thought. All the more reason to catch the creature and relocate it where it won't be threatened by humans... or continue decimating his office.
"I'll rub down the kitchen with some more peppermint oil," Izuku exhaled and leaned back in his office chair and cracked his neck in a satisfying pop while mentally adding another thing to do on his checklist. His hands did an unconscious motion of writing something on his palm with his other hand, a nervous tick he had developed over the years. "In the meantime, please tell everyone to keep their food in sealed tupperware or in the refrigerator. I think it's only one rat, but we don't want to attract more."
"Let Kira-Kira do that, mon amie. You're busy enough as it is," Aoyama said, his face expressing the closest thing to a frown he could manage. Izuku glanced over his coworker's shoulder towards the teenager with mild trepidation. Kira Kobayashi stood juxtaposed next to the sparkling hero, only resembling Aoyama with a single highlight of blonde hair and a flashy sense of fashion involving a red cocktail dress that hung much too low on a high school girl's shoulders. She wore a disaffected scowl while she concentrated on filing her stiletto nails, resembling one of those stereotypical mean girls in movies that always stabbed the main character in the back. She would have probably done it with her emery board.
"It's alright. I needed a tea break anyways. Plus, any job worth doing is one you do yourself." He then began spraying down the counter with a mixture of peppermint oil, water, and vinegar and rubbing it down with a roll of paper towels. When he was done with that task, he used a vial of All-Mighty Mint essential oil he had on-hand and added multiple droplets to cotton balls that he had placed inside the cabinets. He had gotten the idea from his mother, who had been a bit of a genius when it came to running a clean household. She always used peppermint oil as a bit of a panacea of sorts, whether it was for cleaning or to cure a cold, so as her son and only heir, it was only natural that he would follow her lead and carry on the family tradition.
Satisfied with his work, Izuku yawned and took the opportunity to reward himself by pouring a cup of green tea from the kettle sitting on the stove. He took a sip from his Ingenium thermos and nearly spat it back out, thinking he had accidentally burned himself from how cold the drink was. Not only that, it had a stagnate, concentrated flavor like a tea bag that had been left to steep too long in a forgotten mug. How long had this kettle been sitting out? Wasn't Ms. Momozone in charge of making fresh tea for everyone in the morning? He glanced at the older woman in question who had been converting data into the computer, looking like a lost child at the grocery store.
It's fine. It's just tea. I shouldn't bother her with her work, Izuku thought as he poured out the contents of his thermos into the kitchen sink. That sentiment lasted about five seconds before he saw her look his way in concern.
"Are you alright, Deku-san?" Kotone Momozone asked after adjusting the metal, kanzashi hairpin that held up her salmon-colored hair in a bulbous topknot. "Is there something wrong with the tea?"
"I'm fine. Just wasn't... expecting the... strong flavor," Izuku managed to cough out.
"Oh no! Did I forget to wash out the tea kettle? I'm so sorry. I was up late with the kids last night and the lawyer, and I- I just don't know where my head is this morning."
"Don't worry about it, Momozone-san. You'll get the hang of it soon."
Her eyes were fixed to her hands as they gripped the fabric of her navy-blue pencil skirt. "I'm sorry. All I'm really good for is making everybody tea, and I can't even do that right."
"Don't say that, Momozone-san. I think it's commendable that you try so hard with no complaints." And she had a lot to complain about. She was an impoverished thirty-something, high school drop-out that had married young and was dealing with two kids and a messy divorce as a result. On top of all that, she was still fighting for sole custody of her kids while trying to get her pro hero-license, despite being older than almost all of the other applicants. She had a kind of strength and kindness that he admired greatly and was as smart as a whip, having hired her for her impeccable memory recall of numbers and research. The new computer system however was her downfall, practically foreign to her generation, which made her a semi-reliable secretary sidekick.
"Here. Why don't I do the rest of the data entry for these sheets while you make some more tea?" he offered, taking the folders out from under her arm. "If you need any assistance with inputting the data, please feel free to ask me or Aoyama, and one of us will show you how to use the office programs."
"Oh... okay," she mumbled, her eyes still downcast towards her hands as she walked towards the kitchen sink and began washing out the tea kettle. While he waited for the tea to be made, Izuku sat at the secretary desk and quickly began adding the numbers to the Excel sheets, settling in for another afternoon of paperwork. Since he never seemed to have a pen when he needed it most, he pulled out the hibiscus flower pen he had picked up on Tuesday and used that to make various checks over the hard copy sheets. Despite it being something he had picked off of the ground days ago, he still held onto it, though he didn't know his motives for why. He reasoned that it seemed like such a waste to throw away perfectly nice pen, especially since all of his office pens seemed to go AWOL.
One thing he noticed about this particular pen was that, despite it being a silk flower, it had a scent to it, like perfume had been sprayed on it for effect, though it wasn't what he had expected. Subtle hints of lavender would blow off of it in waves, the exact opposite from what you would expect to come off of a hibiscus flower. Though it wasn't his favorite smell, he found himself liking it just the same. It had a calming effect on him during what would normally be stress-inducing paperwork, or maybe that was just the novelty of a new pen. Regardless of why, his thoughts would occasionally drift off to the previous owner.
It had been a brief encounter, but a pleasant one at that. She had to be a foreigner, but she had such a good grasp of the language even if the usual manners attached to it seemed to be lacking. I wonder how she's doing... Was she adjusting to Japanese society? Was she only here for a trip or an extended stay of sorts? She appeared to be around his age. It could have been possible she was a college student. Perhaps she was here studying abroad? They had plenty of American tourists and students studying here due to the good relationship Japan had with the United States. Heck, even All Might had spent some time abroad there and named his moves off of states to boot; being a fan of his, Izuku was guilty of the same.
"Interesting pen there, Midoriya," Kaminari commented, coming back with a large stack of folders and paperwork of his own. He was notorious for putting it off, so it was a common occurrence that Izuku would help him find the correct reports and file them despite it putting his own work back a bit.
"Oh, it's not mine. Someone dropped it on the subway, and I guess I didn't have the heart to throw it away."
"Who's the girl?" Kobayashi said with sudden interest though her eyes were still focused on her manicure.
"W-What?"
"It's got to be a girl. You wouldn't be so nervous if it wasn't." Izuku paled at her cut-throat intuition. Was he really acting nervous? All eyes in the room seemed to suddenly be on him as Kaminari leered over the desk.
"Oh really? Well come on, man, give us details. What's her name? What's she look like? Is she hot?"
"Umm... well, I think she said her name was Alyssa but-"
"Alyssa~ Already on a first name basis, eh?" his classmate teased, elbowing him in the side, "Midoriya, you dog! You work fast."
"N-No it's nothing like that! She just never mentioned her last name," Izuku waved his hands frantically, already flustered by the attention. Why wouldn't they let this go? It was just a pen. "We were just talking about heroes on the train ride to work a couple days ago."
"If you say so," he said, not fully convinced but deciding to accept his answer.
"So what is this mysterious mademoiselle that has captured the attention of our fearless leader like?" Izuku blanched. Not you too, Aoyama.
"I don't know. We only talked for a little bit. I'm not really sure exactly how long- I sort of lost track -but I know that she's a writer and that she likes heroes and that she's really tall and passionate and-oh! And that she really likes Star Wars, I think. I'm not really sure, since we didn't exactly talk about it, but she mentioned something about a fulcrum-"
"Did you at least get her email?" Kobayashi interrupted, now switching to her other hand.
"Uhh... no we didn't really have the time to trade information. She had to get off at her stop in a hurry."
"Wait wait wait, hold on a second!" the electric blonde said. "So you meet this woman on the subway, spend the entire time talking shop about heroes- something that you hold high in regards -and you don't get her last name or her number? How are you even going to look her up?"
"Why would I need to look her up?"
"God, Midoriya! Seriously? What's the point of being a pro-hero if you can't get any chicks out of it?" Kaminari exclaimed in disbelief and pinched the bridge of his nose. "For a detail oriented guy who can deduct and strategize at the drop of a hat, you can be really dense."
"Better not let Jirou hear you talking like that, Denki," Aoyama warned with his signature coy-yet-confident smile.
"Oh you know that I don't mean anything by it, Yuga. I'm a one-woman kind of guy, but that doesn't mean I'm not free to look around and appreciate the nice view. Old habits die hard."
"Yes. It is quite difficult turning off the charm when you shine so bright." If any of them could have seen under Kobayashi's bob and massive bangs, she would have probably been rolling her eyes- actually, did she even have eyes? These were questions that he, as the hero in-charge of this agency, should know.
"But what's the point?" Izuku asked amidst all the sparkles Aoyama was emitting, "Reaching out, I mean. She could have been a tourist for all I know."
"So? You liked talking to her, right?" he offered with a twinkle in his indigo eyes, "If she's a tourist, you could show her around, take her to fancy dinner for some local cuisine and have a magical night on the town."
"W-Wait, you mean like a d-date?!" Izuku stammered, the realization of what his coworkers were implying finally hitting him full force. He couldn't date! He had spent the duration of his high school years and college career focused on his dream of becoming the number one hero. Not that he didn't find his eye drawn by the occasional good looking girl- he'd developed a small crush on his friend Ochako during their first year of high school before it had gradually faded over time as their paths went different directions -but it just never seemed like a high priority to him. Besides, who would be interested in him, a guy in his mid-twenties who had never been on a date in his entire life?
"Yeah, what he said," Kaminari nodded, "plus, if she's is a tourist, you don't have to worry about it becoming anything serious. The worst thing she can say is no. Anything's better than sitting around and doing nothing, wondering what could have been. Even if it doesn't work out, maybe you could at least be friends. Aren't you always on those hero message boards online? Maybe you could talk with her there if she's international."
"That's... true, I guess, but..." he trailed off. Meeting her again or not, he had enjoyed the conversation he'd had with Alyssa. It was fun finding new friends in unexpected places like the morning commute, one that also had not gone well for him up until that point. Even if that wasn't the problem, it brought up a bigger issue: when would he even have time to date- or rather, who would even want to date him? It's true that he was a pro-hero now, and that had a certain appeal to the masses, but he probably looked like a complete and utter mess by showing up on the subway in a track suit and with no shower no less. No girl could possibly be interested in an unprofessional slob that couldn't even make it onto the top ten hero board, especially one that was so plain looking and forgettable that even people he had rescued who saw him on the street forgot who he was- even the newspapers that reported some of his exploits regularly misspelled his name. Chances were that if the girl on the subway hadn't been scared off by him, that she had definitely already forgotten about him.
The lights above him flickered slightly before going out, briefly snapping him out of whatever dark place his thoughts were leading him to. There was a mixture of startled gasps and groans, the blink of the computers going off a grave reminder that any data he hadn't saved was now lost forever. He could already hear Momozone's high pitched cries of frustration above the rest.
"What happened?"
"Is everyone alright?" was Izuku's first response as people began unlocking their phones and using them as makeshift flashlights. "Kaminari-"
"I'm already on it," Denki said before grumbling under his breathe, "I swear, I'd make more reliable money as an electrician..."
"Good. Kira-Kira, can you provide some light for us in the meantime?" A sigh and a few seconds later, the room was filled with orbs of golden light that floated to every part of the ceiling, creating some lovely ambience. "Great job!" Having apparently used up all of her social skills for the day, the hero work-study intern simply nodded and went back to filing her nails.
"I checked outside," Momozone informed everyone after nearly avoiding tripping over a power-strip, "No one is having issues with their power, so whatever the issue is is with us." Izuku pinched his bottom lip thoughtfully between his fingers. He could have sworn that he had already paid the electric bill for this month. Was a Quirk at work or something simpler? Some chattering and a tiny scratching noise answered him.
"Judging by the squeaking laughter, I'd say it's that damned rat again." Kaminari answered, coming back with a blue phone cable. "He chewed through the extension chord. I'm going to have to go and see if the breaker will restore some of the lights."
"Can rats even laugh?" Izuku asked.
"He's mocking us." A girlish shriek followed by a high pitched frequency and the sound of a small explosion alerted everyone to the unwanted presence in the room. A dark outline of something fast, furry, and about the size of a small guinea pig darted out from behind a cabinet, hugging the wall and running under the round lunch table out of sight.
"Get it! Get it! Kill it with FIRE!"
"I'll protect you, Kira-chan!" Kaminari declared as he stood in front of her with sparking palms.
"That wasn't me, you dunce." Kobayashi, who appeared a bit perturbed by the disturbance, pushed the stun-gun hero's arms away. "That was my idiot cousin." While others had jumped out of the way or ran to grab office supplies to use as weapons, Aoyama had fearfully scrambled on top of a chair, his face pinched in utter disdain.
"I hate rats! Disgusting, disease ridden vermin-"
"Maybe we can corner it in the bathroom-?" Momozone suggested while holding up a stapler, her other hand holding the remains of what had been the tea kettle's handle. The rest of it lay shattered on the floor, having been accidentally blown apart by her Quirk during the chaos.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Everyone paused to see that the pro-hero Erasure Head was now standing in the outside doorway.
"A-Aizawa-sensei!" Izuku exclaimed, lowering the broom he had picked up as a makeshift weapon.
"Kid, how many times have I told you to not to call me that?" Aizawa sighed, somehow looking more exhausted than usual. Then again, being a father will do that to a person. "I'm not your teacher anymore."
"O-Oh sorry! Force of habit." It was still a strange concept to think that he had once been Erasure-Head's student, and now four years later, he was colleagues with him in the working world of pro-heroes. He tried mentally separating his work life from his personal one, but it was hard. Being friends with your teachers outside of school? It felt like one of those boundaries that you just shouldn't cross. Deep down inside, Izuku knew he was still the Quirkless fanboy who admired him and wrote about him in his notebook like many other heroes. He had gotten better at controlling his outbursts as time went on and worked with more pros on a day-to-day basis, trying to be more of a professional and less a fanboy, but it still happened on occasion.
Having already forgotten the incident that had left everyone in a frenzy, Izuku asked his former teacher, "Please, step into my office. Can I get you some te- actually never mind. What brings you here?"
"Business and someone else wanted to check up on you. Took a break from working with Recovery Girl as her new assistant." Standing expectantly behind the erasure hero, unnoticed in all the chaos, was none other than Eri Aizawa. No longer the little girl Izuku could carry on his back, she was fifteen and almost up to his chin. Her long hair was up in a corkscrew ponytail that fell about to her mid-waist, no doubt her hairstyle inspired by one of her idols Nejiri-Chan, and wore a UA uniform that both confirmed his suspicions and made him feel a swell of pride like a proud older brother of sorts.
"Hey Eri, it's good to see you again! I heard that you passed the entrance exam for UA. Congratulations!" Izuku cheered with great enthusiasm that would have rivaled Mirio's.
"Thank you, Deku. It's good to see you too. How are your arms holding up?" Eri asked, eying the black compression sleeves he wore on his upper arms, having taken off his air-force gloves and arm bracers to more effectively work on paperwork.
"Great! Well, I mean not right now, but nothing permanent that a few days of rest won't fix." It was an added precaution he had taken after overusing his Quirk with arms that still quite weren't capable of that level of strength. The strain of Blackwhip had indeed left him sore days afterward like he had initially thought.
"Do you want me to heal your injuries?"
Izuku observantly noticed that the horn on her forehead was a bit larger than when they had last spoke and smiled amicably. "No, thank you. I appreciate your offer, but I need to learn not to always rely on others to patch me up. If I do that, I won't be able to rely on my own power. Besides, you have people other than me that require your help. You should save your Quirk for people who really need it, although feel free to come on by if you need a body to practice on."
He was grateful to Eri for being able to reset his arms- after years of training and supervision, she had finally gained enough control over her Quirk that she could rewind parts of a person's body back to before it was injured without horrible repercussions -but as a drawback, the amount of time that had passed in order for her to master this power was longer than expected. His tendons had been utterly destroyed in the fight against Muscular nine years ago, which meant that all of the work he had put into his arms after that fight had been reset as well. His tendons and muscle fibers were now that of a fifteen year old teenager, so he was still in the process of bringing them back up to speed, only now there wasn't the risk of completely losing the ability to use his arms if he pushed himself too far. The scars on his skin still remained though, along with the crookedness of his hand. He had asked her to leave those as a reminder of what happened when he didn't understand his own limits in order to keep himself from reverting back to that reckless kid who had constantly broke himself.
The erasure-hero also had a similar issue, having had his leg rewound back before he had lost it in the Paranormal Liberation War, but this required him to walk with a cane and have physical therapy for his other leg after wearing a prosthetic for almost a decade. Even though injuries had been healed, scars still remained of that encounter for many of them in more ways than one.
The room was suddenly bathed in florescent light, causing everyone to hiss in pain, their eyes having already adjusted to the low ambience created by Kobayashi's will-o-wisps. "Got the back up generators going," Kaminari declared in way-to-state-the-obvious fashion before halting mid-step, "Whoa, Eri! Hey! When did you get here?"
"Hello... Kaminari, was it? It's good to see you again," Eri said with a polite bow. Erasure Head glanced between the two before the lines in his face creased, his stare somehow more narrow and intimidating.
"I see that you took in a few more strays since the last time I saw you, Midoriya," he grumbled irritably towards Izuku, rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingertips.
"Ah yes umm... we have about four sidekicks and two interns right now."
"I'm surprised that you've managed to stay afloat for almost a whole year now. Most pros wait a few years before applying for agencies of their own, and even a smaller percentage of them actually get one. How are you holding up?"
"It's definitely presented its own set of challenges," he chuckled awkwardly. Unlike other hero agencies that tended to employ specific themed sidekicks that matched or worked well with the hero's Quirk, Izuku had a bit of hodge-podge of heroes. He had taken on Kaminari after he left Earphone Jack's agency, because in his words 'working with Kyoka was a good idea in theory but horrible when put into practice when you're dating her,' and Kacchan flat out said 'no' to him joining the Ground Zero agency. Aoyama had joined him because he was a shareholder in the business and Izuku felt a sort of kinship with sparkling hero; Kira was Aoyama's choice for interns, and Izuku had personally selected the other two. Since neither of his classmates had a business degree and owning your own hero agency was expensive, Izuku offered for them to work at his start-up agency after college. It was only his first year running the business, and he had wanted it to succeed where other's hadn't. He still wasn't sure what type of agency he wanted to run, but he wanted to create something new and enjoyed the diversity of his team.
"Well, judging from the look of things, it seems you're taking on a bit more than what you can handle, problem child. Don't think I didn't see the mountain of paperwork stacked on your desk behind you." Izuku flinched involuntarily as his teacher's statement hit home in more ways than one, watching his dark eyes flick over his shoulder. "Let me guess: most of that involves collateral from your sidekicks either not doing their jobs or not doing their jobs well."
"They... do what they can."
"That's a bad habit to form, kid. Fiscal responsibility always falls on the hero in-charge of the agency if there's a fallout. You can't always be making excuses for others and take on everything yourself when they can't do their jobs. Trust has to be earned, not given freely. You have to trust in your judgment and your employees in order to be successful. If you can't figure that out, you shouldn't be running an agency."
Izuku bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that. Of course he knew that. It was something he constantly struggled with when he saw the degradation of his office when he walked in every morning or heard a complaint from one of his employees about something not working. He saw the similarities between them and himself, more specifically those he hired who would end up breaking themselves in some way or struggled controlling their Quirk, and just couldn't help himself by wanting to lend them a helping hand, or at the very least help them get their foot in the door. Even if it would negatively impact the agency and took a toll on his own financial success, he just couldn't find it in himself to turn away from those in need. Which was why even though he was one of the top heroes, he could only afford a rinky-dink office space in the poorest part of Koreria.
It was times like this that he really missed his friend Tenya. He would have been more well-suited for the position of running an agency, since he was a forward thinker and had a take-charge attitude that made him an excellent class representative three years running, but he had taken on his brother's hero agency the moment he had graduated from UA and wouldn't likely have enjoyed running anything but the Iida family business, much less with his rival even if they were friends.
"I'd say that this was due to your mentor's influence, but even All Might was reluctant to take on sidekicks," his former homeroom teacher continued after a pregnant pause and then placed a firm hand on the greenette's shoulder. "You don't have to take the whole damned world on your shoulders, kid. Just lighten the load once in awhile, which means taking a few breaks and letting the sidekicks deal with rat-duty." Izuku felt a flash of embarrassment and Aizawa took a step back with a long-winded sigh. "Anyways, despite how it looks, this isn't a social call. I'm just the acting gopher for Tsukauchi while my leg heals up." He tapped his cane on the leg brace for emphasis. "You have those reports on the subway incident I need, dare I ask?"
"Oh uh... yes! I just finished them this morning." He went over the stack of completed paperwork and police reports on his desk and handed the stack to Aizawa. He made no mention that he had also just finished correcting the details of Kaminari's report and cross-referenced it with his own, and not a moment too soon. If his former teacher noticed the delayed completion of the reports, he made no mention of it. Somehow that made Izuku more nervous, like he was barely skating by on turning his homework in on-time and got caught.
"Thank you. We have the police's general side of things, but Tsukauchi is particularly eager on getting these reports in."
"Why's that?"
"It's on a need-to-know basis, and right now, kid, you don't need to know."
"Oh well... please let me know if anything changes. I'd like to help out if I can."
"Of course you would," he sighed and leaned his head back towards the ceiling, his eyes closed, "Look, it's too early in the investigation to really be bringing anyone else in and since you seem so eager to take on everything at once, I'm hesitant to even be bringing this up but... you're a good kid so I'll cut you a deal. If you can prove to me that you can handle the responsibilities you have right now, I'll let you in on the details of the case. In the meantime, just sit tight and get your shit together, problem child. You need a day off more than me, and that's saying something." He turned towards his adoptive daughter, who was waiting patiently with a cup a green tea in her hands. "Let's go, Eri."
"Okay, Dad. Bye, Deku! It was good seeing you again!" Eri set the cup down on Izuku's desk as they waved their goodbyes, the latter sitting down quietly at his desk with folded hands. Seemed like everyone was trying to get him to take a break. The hot cup of green tea Eri had left behind sat at the corner of his desk in his the #1 Hero Plus-Ultra mug. He held it with both hands and cautiously blew on the steam before taking a sip. In a word, it was perfect. The taste was strong but not overbearing, the temperature hot but not scalding, and the stalk in the center of his cup floated vertically, a good omen overall. He took another sip and watched his coworkers over the rim of his mug, noticing Momozone talking briefly with Eri on the way out before the former poured herself a cup of tea with their office kettle. A tea kettle that had previously been blown apart by the secretary's Quirk during the chaos and confusion earlier, and that the warped shards of the destroyed appliance that had been on the ground had mysteriously gone missing.
Izuku's smile was brief before it slipped back into a frown, having already been brought down by what had caused that entire mess in the first place. He continued to stare at the tired person reflecting up at him in the yellow-green liquid. Take a break, huh...
Vzzzzt! He snapped out of this thought process long enough to notice the mounting notifications gathering at the top of his phone screen, now finally having the time to check them. One in particular caught his eye and brought him a bit of excitement as well something else to his attention: it was Friday. More importantly, it was the second Friday of the month, which meant he had tomorrow off this week.
Tapping in his four digit pin number and swiping past the unimportant notifications, he scrolled over the inbox in his Patre0n, rereading the message he had sent days ago. 'Be sure to take breaks for yourself.' He needed to follow his own advice. Well, he had been meaning to check out the new line up of All Might figures. Maybe he would check it out tomorrow on his day off... right after reading the latest update of Vigilante Knights... and as soon as his paperwork was done, of course.
Author's Note: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. It was cool doing world building for stuff that isn't really explained in great detail, like hero agencies and how they worked. I figured that you would probably need to have an idea or a business degree to run one, and I think that Izuku wouldn't stop after high school to further his education in order to be the best hero he could be, especially since you would be given the option to study abroad (which you know he would do). The bare-bones of it gave me a kind of Nelson & Murdock feel, especially when making Aoyama an investor in the agency, since his family is probably loaded. I hadn't intended on writing him or Denki into my story outside of convenience, but I figured Class 1-A would be how all high schools were- where when you graduate, you sometimes find yourself drifting away from close friends but also become good friends in the working world with people you barely talked to. I also needed him to have some office friends to vibe off of, and Izuku's small circle of friends wasn't really capable of that.
There is also some foreshadowing ahead, both with Aizawa and the tea, so I'll leave that to your imaginations.
References today to Corellia from Star Wars, Scaramouche from Samurai Jack, and Splinter from TMNT.
Hero/Villain Profiles
Name: Kira Kobayashi
Hero Name: Kira-Kira
Quirk: Wisp
Her Quirk allows her to create orbs of light that she can float in the air. They only last as long as they don't touch the ground or are disturbed by anyone other than herself. The higher they are up in the air, the longer they last.
Name: Kotone Momozono
Hero Name: Tuning Fork
Quirk: Resonate
Her Quirk gives her the ability to manipulate sound through touch. However, due to her lack of control, she can emit ultra-high frequencies that accidentally cause things to explode.
Name: Hamato Sozomi(?)
Quirk: Rat
Whether it is an abnormally strong rat with a Quirk or a shrinking human with rat-like characteristics, the narrator is unsure. What they are sure of is their Quirk makes them capable of chewing through wooden kitchen cabinets and smart enough to avoid traps and unsafe food.
