The sound of horns blaring out in the dead of night jolted Ochako from her slumber. Spell books that she had taken to bed to read tumbled to the stone floor as she blindly looked for the candle she left on her tiny bedside table. Her hand brushed against the small brass ring of the candle holder more than once before her sleep-addled mind figured out how to make her hand grab it. Pulling the candle close to herself, Ochako pinched the wick in between her thumb and finger, and whispered, "Ignis."

Ochako felt the smallest spark of magic spark from her fingers, lighting the candle, and casting the room into flickering shadows. Holding the candle up, Ochako looked around her small room, looking to find the source of the horrible noise that had dared to awaken her after she had finally found the time to rest after spending so long studying.

"Its...coming from outside. Who in their right mind is tooting those horns at this hour?"

Pulling herself out of her comfy bed, Ochako hissed as her feet touched the cold floor as she dragged herself, grumbling, over to her window, and pushed the heavy wood shutters open. Sticking her body out, Ochako held up the candle fruitlessly trying to illuminate the darkness more than the moon already was.

From her tower in the magicians courtyard she could see almost the whole of the castle grounds. Below, people were running around with no rhyme or reason. Knights and guards moved from one side of the yard to the other, their metal boots sending out a sharp echo that bounced off the stone walls. People yelled or barked orders; it was pandemonium.

Couldn't they be a little more quiet? Certain mages apprentices were trying to sleep after all.

Again horns blared. Once, twice, three times, then four. Ochako rubbed the bridge of her nose, they were being so loud.

Why were they being so loud?

If they kept that up, they would wake up the royal family for sure. Her majesty the queen and her son were kind and wise, but even they would be cranky if they got woken up by all this racket.

Four times the horns were blown again.

Ochako's sleepy mind tried to tell her that the number was important. Why was it important though? Fighting back a yawn, Ochako finally recalled the importance of the horns and the number four.

"Oh yeah...if the horns blow four times, the royal family is in danger. That's right…."

Ochako stood at her window for a few more seconds before her whole body went stiff, and her eyes went wide as saucer plates, "THE ROYAL FAMILY IS IN DANGER!"

Scrambling back into her room, Ochako ripped away her nightgown and fished out the first robe she could find from under a pile of parchment. Tightening a belt around her waist, and yanking on her boots, Ochako rushed out the door, slamming the door behind her before coming back to quickly grab her staff and hooded shawl, and slamming the door again.

Ochako stood in a large room together with royal guards, knights, court magicians, and adventurers of all kinds. Up by the throne, stood a giant man in golden armor. He was the captain of the royal guard, All Might. Once the room had quieted, he finally addressed the large crowd, "Last night, a villain infiltrated the palace and kidnapped the royal prince."

Ochako felt her grip on her staff tighten while around her people began to murmur. Wondering who could be so evil as to touch the young prince.

Ochako knew the prince well. They had met when she first began her apprenticeship to become a mage. He would sneak out and play with her when they were young. Watch her train as they got older. Talk to her about his dream of becoming a great knight like the captain. Prince Izuku was good, kind, and brave. The very thought that some villain had dared to lay their hands on him brought forth a rage inside of her she had never known herself capable of.

"Who had done this horrible thing!?"

"We must ride out at once and save the prince!"

"Where has the prince been taken?"

"It was the Demon of the Mountain."

Silence gripped the room. The mere mention of the demon was enough to sap the bravery from the whole room. Everyone knew that the Demon of the Mountain was a man-eater.

"We, the royal guard, must remain here and guard the Queen, so it falls to you to rescue the Prince. Who among you will venture to the mountain, and save the prince?"

While everyone stayed silent, too afraid to speak, Ochako stepped forward, "I will save the prince."

The journey to the demon's lair had been arduously, but Ochako now found herself at the mouth of a great cave. Inside was the demon's lair, the demon, and the prince. Steadying herself, Ochako marched in determined to save her prince. Moving further inside the cave, Ochako began to make out a soft sound.

Humming. Someone was humming a song.

With each step the song became louder until Ochako found herself inside a large open room. In the center was a stone altar, where the prince lay. Still and unmoving. Fear gripped at Ochako's heart. Had she been too late? Had she failed to save the prince? Had she failed to save her dear friend?

"Oh don't worry, he's not dead. Just asleep."

Alarmed, Ochako held up her staff, ready to defend herself.

"Demon! Show yourself! You will answer for what you have done to the prince!"

Laughter echoed in the room.

"So scary. Fear not little mage, I haven't done anything to the little prince. Yet."

"I will not let you harm him!"

"Harm him? Now why would I do something like that?"

"Do not try and trick me with your games! I know what you are. You are the demon of the mountain. A horrible monster, and everyone knows you are a man eater! You stole the prince, so you can eat him!"

More laughter, "Oh? A horrible monster, am I?"

A black figure stepped out of the shadows from behind the altar. Ochako gasped as the demon revealed itself, and she was nothing like Ochako had expected. Horns crowned her head peeking through her blond hair, and black wings stretched out, casting a large shadow. Besides the features though, the demon looked like a young maiden. A very scantily clad young maiden.

"You're a succubus?"

The demon grinned, showing off the fangs in her mouth, "Oh, aren't you so observant."

"But what would a succubus want with the prince?"

The demon ran a hand over the prince's chest, pulling at the strings that tied his night shirt on, "I'm going to eat him of course."

"But, your kind doesn't eat the flesh of men…"

"Hmm no, but what we eat does come from men."

Ochako's eyes widened, "You! You mean to...to!"

"My, my. Aren't you such a precious little thing."

"The prince would never do something so lewd with you!"

"That's why I've put him under my spell. He will sleep and dream and feel pleasure that no earthly woman could ever give. I will fulfill his deepest darkest desires, and he will fill me."

Ochako pointed her staff at the demon, ready to fight, "You will not have him. You will not take him from me!"

"Then come little mage. Come and take him back, if you can!"

The battle was hard fought, but in the end, Ochako stood victorious. The demon lay defeated, and Ochako made her way up to the altar ready to bring the prince home.

Gently, Ochako shook the prince, trying to wake him up, but he did not stir. When shaking did not work, she patted his cheeks then moved onto spells and incantations. Nothing worked. After so many failed attempts, Ochako began to fall into despair. Had she come all this way just to fail her prince now?

"Foolish girl. That's not how you awaken someone from an enchanted sleep."

Ochako looked down at the defeated demon, "What do you mean? What magic spell have you cast on the prince! I defeated you, so you must answer my questions!"

"It's such a simple spell, but oh so effective. A simple Sleeping Beauty curse is all it is. I needed a spell that would keep my prey asleep, no matter what I did to them."

"Sleeping Beauty?"

Ochako thought back to everything she knew of sleeping spells.

"Wait...but to break that spell, someone must…!"

The demon smirked, "Only true love's kiss can break the spell. So tell me little mage, do you think yourself up to the task?"

Ochako gulped, turning away from the demon and looking down at the prince. Her prince. To save him, it would take more than just a kiss. It had to be a true love's kiss. Could she do it? Did she truly love the prince? So many thoughts raced through her mind. So many memories of their time together. So many happy times. Steeling herself, Ochako gingerly cupped the princes cheeks in her hands.

"Oh, my prince, it is time to wake up."

Leaning down, Ochako could feel the princes warm breath against her face. It was warm and tickled her nose. Closing her eyes, Ochako closed the distance between them and -

The shrill, harsh tone of her alarm clock ripped Ochako from her dream. Sprawled out in her bed, Ochako stared wide eyed up at her ceiling, only dimly lit with the first touches of dawn's first light. Her breaths were fast and shallow, and her face felt hot enough to be on fire. It took her several minutes to calm herself down enough to reach over, and slam her hand down on the offending clock, silencing its alarm.

Rolling back over, Ochako covered her face with her arms, "What the heck kind of dream was that!?"

And why, she thought, why was she so disappointed that it had ended so early?

"Are you alright, Uraraka?"

"Im fine. Totally fine," Ochako answered quickly.

Izuku frowned as he walked besides Ochako in the hallway on their way to class.

"Okay, if you're sure..."

When Izuku had met up with Ochako on their way to school, he had immediately noticed that Ochako had seemed off. She was a little agitated and flustered.

"Hey Uraraka, just... if you need to talk about anything, I'm always here to listen. I want you to know that."

Ugh, Deku, this is not the morning for you to be super considerate. Course you're always like this, so I can't act surprised.

"Thank you Deku. That means a lot. I just didn't get the best sleep last night is all."

"Oh, did you have a bad dream?"

"Bad? Um… let's go with weird. Really, really weird."

"Did you go to sleep after eating a bag of mochi chips again?"

Ochako laughed, "I should have never told you I did that; it was one time!"

"Uh-huh, sure." Izuku didn't sound convinced but he didn't push anymore.

If Ochako wanted to talk, she would talk. No reason to push her, and risk getting her angry with him. Which Ochako was grateful for.

I really need to get over that dream. It was just a dream. Nothing to get all stressed over. I'm fine. Deku is fine. Everything is fine. It's not like some evil demoness is actually around to take Deu away from me or anything.

Izuku opened the door to class and hadn't had a chance to step through when someone called out to him

"Izuku! Good morning! Look, we're sitting next to each other!"

Himiko waved happily at Izuku from her desk as he walked over to take his seat. Ochako felt herself start to grind her teeth again before she made herself stop. She had no reason to be getting this upset. So what if Himiko was sitting right by Izuku, where she had been for the past year? So what if she was sitting on the other end of the class behind Tenya? Nothing about any of that was a reason to be upset. They were still in the same class after all. That should be good enough. Right?

When Katsuki entered the class and took the seat right in front of Izuku though, that was a reason to be upset. Fortunately, besides giving Izuku a particularly nasty look, Katsuki took his seat and proceeded to ignore the looks of varying degrees of unease, from Tenya and Hitoshi, and contempt from Ochako and Himiko, he was getting.

Soon classes began, and, to everyone's surprise, they were incredibly normal: English, Japanese, History, and Math. All perfectly mundane classes they would be taking anywhere else, except that each course was being taught by a pro hero. All of whom Izuku fanboyed over every time a new one walked into the class. Fortunately, most of the class found this more or less endearing. At least until the fourth class of the day, when Tenya suggested that Izuku tone it down a bit, even though he understood the excitement of getting taught by such exemplary heroes. So when Present Mic came in to teach their english class, Izuku made sure to keep his excitement to a few controlled bounces in his chair.

When classes were over, everyone made their way to the cafeteria for lunch. After getting over the shock that Lunch-Rush was the head chef at U.A., Izuku found a table, and was quickly joined by his friends.

Ochako was the last to find her seat, carrying with her a large bowl of white rice. Hitoshi glanced at it curiously, "Carbo-loading?"

"This is what Lunch-Rush suggested is all."

"Well, you clearly agree," Hitoshi pointed at her face with his chopsticks, "Seeing as you started before you sat down."

Ochako blinked and felt along her cheeks, blushing when she felt a few grains of rice sticking to her.

While Ochako cleaned herself off, Himiko pulled out a small drinking pouch, popped open the cap and took a long drink, making a face as she did.

"Oh, you also drink those energy drinks that Mr. Aizawa always has?" Izuku asked.

Himiko made a scrunched up face, "Ew, no thank you. Those things are gross! This is just...juice."

"Juice? What flavor?"

Himiko paused for a second, looking down at the pouch in her hands, and the red tint to the cap, "...Raspberry."

Tenya noticed her hesitation, "You don't sound so sure."

"Um, well the principal had the school make this for me. So it's all artificial, so the flavor is...um artificial."

"The school makes you juice?" Tenya wasn't sure what to make of that. It was a strange statement for sure.

"Well...it's medical," Himiko added quickly, "It helps me keep my blood levels...um...level."

"Ah, that makes sense then. Since the school is in charge of taking care of you, they would need to help you with your medical needs."

Himiko nodded silently before going back to her drink, clearly not enjoying it very much. Tenya gave her a sympathetic look, "artificial flavor not the greatest, I assume."

"It does what its supposed to do."

"But nothing beats real, fresh juice, does it."

Himiko paused, a blush creeping across her face, and her eyes glazed over for a few seconds before she snapped back to reality, "No, nothing beats...juice fresh from the source."

Hitoshi looked over at the two, "Are we really having an in depth discussion about juice?"

Tenya nodded, "I take juice very seriously."

"Why?"

"Well, to fuel my engine quirk, I have to drink orange juice."

While everyone else at the table absorbed this new information, Izuku had taken out his notebook, and was quickly jotting down the new detail. Ochako snickered while everyone else watched Izuku for a bit.

"Midoriya, you really carry that notebook with you everywhere, don't you?"

Izuku just shrugged, "Well, sure. I have to be ready when I see or learn something about a quirk."

Tenya nodded in approval, "A true hero is always prepared. Well done."

Himiko leaned over to take a peak at what Izuku had written down, "You sure have a lot of pages filled."

"Well, I did get everyone's page started after all."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone from class of course."

Himiko's jaw hung open, while Hitoshi coughed on his bite of food, "You saw everyone use their quirks, what, only a few times? No way that's enough time to make detailed journal entries, or whatever you do."

Ochako shook her head, "Wanna bet?"

Izuku opened up his notebook and laid it on the table. The other three started to flip through it, getting more impressed, and a little worried, after every page.

"Okay, Midoriya, how am I in this thing already? I only told you what my quirk was last night at dinner. You never saw me use it."

"You have Aizawa in here. Capture cloth fighting style, and quirk usage? He did that once Izuku! ONCE!"

"Some of these hero entries are extraordinarily detailed. Strength and weaknesses. Best team up options for most effective quirk combos?"

Izuku blushed while Ochako beamed at the praise he was getting.

"Oh, you and Uraraka are in here too," Tenya said as he flipped through the pages.

Izuku immediately pulled the notebook back, "Gah! Wait! Those are personal notes. Not done yet!"

Himiko watched Izuku put the book away, "What? You got a secret you don't want us to see, Izuku?"

"Yeah Deku," Ochako began slowly, "What do you have written in there?"

Izuku immediately caught into Ochako's meaning, "Oh, no secrets! Nothing like that. It's just some notes that I haven't finished yet, and it's kinda embarrassing to have someone look at them. I don't really show people my notes that often to begin with."

Ochako let out a short sigh of relief. She had really hoped that Izuku had not written down anything that could connect them to All Might, "Don't take it personal guys. I don't get to look at his notes that often either. And I got him that book. It's a little unfair."

Desperate to change the subject, Izuku brought up their remaining class that he knew everyone was looking forward to, "SO! We have Heroics coming up. Are you all looking forward to it too?"

"Well if it's true that All Might really is actually teaching the class, I'd say I'm more nervously waiting than looking forward to it."

Tenya agreed, "Even though it was All Might himself saying he was going to be teaching the class in the projection, I still can scarcely believe it. The very idea that we could be taught by the greatest hero of a generation, it's hard to wrap my mind around. I have to say Midoriya, you seem to be handling yourself very well. After your… how can I say…"

"Excessive fanboying over every teacher we've had so far," Hitoshi interjected.

"Yes, that. I was expecting you to be more, well, all over the place."

Izuku and Ochako shared a quick secretive look. "That's fair. I guess the idea still has me in shock. It's still sinking in."

It was an excuse everyone found believable, much to Izuku's relief.

Himiko leaned back not really looking at anything, "It'll be interesting to finally see if the man lives up to the hype."

Everyone seemed shocked by how board she sounded. Especially Izuku, "Do you not like All Might?"

"No, no nothing like that. I've seen those news reports about him. I know he's a great hero. It's just everyone makes him out to be this Heracles of heroes. The guy who looked after me, he was obsessed over him. He talked about him all the time. And that's not an exaggeration either, it was practically every other day that he'd bring up All Might. After hearing him get talked up so much, I just find it hard to believe he can live up to that kind of hype."

Hitoshi could understand where she was coming from, "I guess I can see that. We live in a society full of heroes and people with incredible quirks. It'd be hard to believe that one man could stand above all of them so easily."

"Well," Izuku began, smiling at Himiko, "Maybe after meeting him you'll see why."

Izuku's smile brought a blush to Himiko's cheeks, "Well if he's anywhere near as charming as you are, I'm sure I'll be just as smitten as everyone else is."

While Izuku covered his red face with his hands, Ochako grumbled at how corny that line was.

"I am…" With a yell announcing his arrival, the door to the classroom slid open and All Might lept through the doorway, "coming through the door like a normal person!"

Izuku, despite knowing he was coming, couldn't help but smile as All Might walked dramatically over to the teacher's desk. He had to fight the urge to wave at the hero.

"Oh man, it's All Might!" Denki gasped.

"Then that recording was the real deal? He really is a teacher?!" Eijiro exclaimed happily.

Himiko leaned over, "Is that a new costume? I don't remember him ever having a cape."

"Oh, it's actually his Silver Age costume. The one you're thinking of is his current Golden Age costume that doesn't have the cape," Izuku explained to her.

All Might stood behind the desk and put his fists against his hips in a classic heroic pose, and addressed the class, "Greetings! I will be your teacher in Heroics this year. In this class you will learn the basics of being a hero. As students in the heroes course, you will of course be taking this class the most during your time at U.A."

With a flourish, All Might changed his pose into a flex. Ochako bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. She should have guessed that All Might wouldn't change his teaching style too much from when he had trained her and Izuku, but seeing him do the whole schtick for the entire class was almost too much to take.

"So, lets right get into it! Today I have a special lesson for all of you! Today we will be doing combat training!"

Around the room some students were nervous at the idea of doing combat training so soon. Some were excited, with a few being more so than others. Katsuki grinned maniacally at the idea that today he might get a chance to make Izuku pay for making such a fool of him, and as a bonus, he'd make a good grade while he was at it. If Katsuki had taken a chance to look behind himself, he would have noticed that there were two young women staring right at him, each giving off an aura of of menace.

"Ah, but that is not all. To go with your first lesson are these!"

Pointing at the wall, several long panels slid out, holding large numbered metal briefcases.

"Your costumes, everyone. Each one made specifically per the blueprints you sent in before school as part of your quirk registrations."

All Might smiled as the class cheered, exactly the response he was hoping for.

"After you all change, you are to meet me at the entrance of Ground Beta. Savor this moment, students. You're about to take your first steps towards herodom."

All Might turned and left the class as everyone rushed to grab their suitcase. Before turning to walk down the hall, he glanced back and watched as both Izuku and Ochako held up their cases to each other, smiling, and looking besides themselves in excitement. He had meant what he had said before. They should all savor this moment, and All Might was so glad that Izuku and Ochako could share it with each other.

Following the other boys into their locker room, Izuku sat at his locker and opened the briefcase that contained his costume. The first thing he pulled out was a light green jumpsuit, trimmed in white. Izuku rubbed the fabric in his hands, smiling happily as he recalled the day his mother had brought it home to show him. Without him knowing, his mother had gotten a look at his rough draft for a hero costume and had gotten it made, wanting to show him how proud she was, and how much she wanted to support him in his quest to become a hero. Izuku had still been crying when Ochako had come over for dinner that day.

Slipping the jumpsuit on, Izuku then took out some black elbow and knee pads, and slipped them on. Next were a pair of red boots and padded large white gloves. The boots had to be red he had determined early on, and how well it fit with the rest of his costume he knew he had made the right call. Red shoes were the best after all. The gloves felt sturdy, just like the training gloves he had worn whenever he practiced his boxing.

Three pieces of his costume remained in the case, two of which had been made or modified by the support department. They had wanted to work on the whole costume, but his mother had made this for him, and he wasn't going to thank her by immediately having someone else mess with it. The first piece of kit was a large utility harness, colored red to match his boots. His original sketch had been a utility belt, but with the long list of support items he wanted to carry, he needed more pouches and pockets than a simple belt could hold. First aid supplies, capture tools, and combat 'ammo' made the harness a little heavy, but not so much he felt off balanced.

The second item he'd asked the department to modify was his mask. The original mask had been a simple cowl with two long 'ears,' as the support people had termed them, attached to the top of the mask. Izuku was too embarrassed to mention that they were modeled after All Might's signature haircut. Showing them the mask, Izuku wondered if they were able to make a slight update. Instead of the ear's being attached at the top, would it be possible to have them float or levitate in place: A small visual changed that referenced his quirk. Sure enough, through some kind of scientific witchcraft, they had been able to pull it off. While he wasn't wearing the item, the ear's lay on the mask, like it would look without the modification, but once he pulled it on, they lifted up and out a little over an inch away. Turning his head to the side and then nodding vigorously, the ear's moved along with his head perfectly.

The last item was one he had customized himself. A respirator that he had painted a big smile on, once again drawing inspiration from his favorite hero. This way he'd always have a smile to reassure people that everything would be okay.

I hope no one thinks this is too obvious.

Finishing up, Izuku looked at his other classmates in the locker room as they finished putting on their costumes. Iida had just put on the last part of his shining armor, a helmet that covered his head and face. The design struck Izuku as awfully familiar, but he could not place where he had seen it before. He knew he had, and that was going to drive him mad the rest of the day; he was sure of it.

A few lockers down, Hitoshi was stretching and twisting himself, making sure everything he was wearing fit perfectly. He tapped the heels and by the sound of it, steel-tipped toes of his dark purple boots on the floor. The tops of his boots were covered by the bottom of his black combat pant legs. Large pockets lined the sides of his legs, and a simple white canvas belt wrapped around his waist. Hooked onto the belt were several wireless speakers, no bigger in circumference than a soda can. On top he wore two layers. The bottom was a black compression shirt with a balaclava attached to the neck, covering his mouth. Over the top Hitoshi wore a loose dark purple, sideless shirt that was tucked under his belt. The shirt's tall collar wrapped completely around Hitoshi's head reaching just under his nose, and was surprisingly stiff. When Hitoshi bent down to pick up his dark purple gloves, Izuku could see why. The inside of the collar was wired with small microphones, the same number as speakers he had on his belt.

"Wow! You guys look so cool."

"Thank you, Midoriya. I spent a lot of time working on my design. It cuts down my wind resistance."

Hitoshi was still fiddenling with the mics in his collar as he eyed the suit of armor, "Really? It kinda looks like you're just showing off like Aoyama over there."

Both Tenya and Izuku looked to their fellow classmate who was also in a suit of armor, though his was much more extravagant in its design. The boy was twirling around, gushing over his sparkling cape.

"Er… That might be a little far, Shinso."

Tenya nodded quickly, and pointed towards the gold pipes on the back of his leg, "YES! See here, I made sure that my suit was capable of helping keep my engine cooler than I can do myself. This will let me run further and longer than normal."

"Uh-huh." Hitoshi gave the armor one more glance as he closed his locker, but didn't antagonize the other boy any more.

Tenya motioned towards Hitoshi, "What about you? Was your costume made to your specifications?"

"I didn't give them a sketch or anything honestly. I just made a list of things I wanted from them. Lightweight, mobile, and not over the top. The only thing I asked for specifically were these," Hitoshi plucked a speaker off his belt and tossed it over to the other two. Izuku caught it, and gave it a look over. It was definitely made to be durable, the casing was a thick, shock absorbent, rubber-like material. Hitoshi pressed a finger up to one of his mics. When he spoke his voice came from himself and the speaker, "I wanted something that would extend the effect range of my quirk."

"That's really clever Shinso," Izuku said as he handed back the speaker, "And I think the look really suits you. Very cool."

A brash voice from behind interrupted anything else that could be said between the three, "To bad you can't say the same for yourself, Deku."

The three turned to find Katsuki leaning against a locker, looking at Izuku scornfully. Izuku scanned Katsuki's costume. Everything about it seemed designed to boost his combat balilites. The huge grenade gauntlets immediately drew his attention. Something told Izuku, those were not just for show. What they did exactly however, Izuku couldn't guess.

"What the hell are you even supposed to be anyway? A fucking green rabbit?

Hitoshi crossed his arms, "Its a hero costume, so what do you think he is Bakugou?"

"Watch your mouth, Lavender, or I'll destroy you too."

Walking by Izuku, Katsuki reached up and grabbed one of the ears and pulled it. The ear pulled away before whatever held it in place caught and yanked itself back to Izuku's mask. Not caring, Katsuki looked over the costume, "Who the fuck even made this cheap peice of crap. Your mom?"

Izuku did an excellent job keeping his voice neutral, even when he really wanted to say something very off the cuff, Katsuki had just made fun of his mother after all, "Yes. She did."

Katsuki blinked, not expecting that answer at all, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Before he could say anything else, Eijiro walked up and motioned to the exit, "We should get going. You guys all set?"

Katsuki scoffed and left the room. Eijiro paused before he followed, "Hey, Midoriya. Cool costume. Really manly to have something made by your mom."

"Oh! Thank you, Kirishima."

Tenya and Hitoshi flanked Izuku as they left the locker room and made their way to Ground Beta.

"Midoriya, did your mother really make that costume for you?"

Izuku nodded, "Most of it, yeah. I had the support department help with the harness and my mask. She wanted to show how much she supported me becoming a hero, so she made this for me."

Tenya made to wipe his eyes, forgetting he was wearing a metal visor over his face, "You mother is a true inspiration. A wonderful woman, with such a big heart."

Hitoshi nodded, but felt obligated to express some concerns, "While I agree with Iida, are you sure that costume is going to be durable enough?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine. I know eventually I'll probably need to upgrade it once we do things like internships and field work but that kind of stuff isn't till out 2nd year at least."

While the boys had gone to their locker room, the girls had gone to theirs.

Ochako looked at herself in the locker mirror, striking a few poses and moving around, making sure everything was fitting properly. She was elated to be in her own hero costume, but she couldn't help have a few conflicted feelings.

I think I should have been a little more specific with what I wanted.

Everything she had listed on her request form had been carried out spectacularly. The overall theme she had wanted was space, and she was more than satisfied with that. Her large boots felt perfect, even with all the fancy tech in them. Experimentally, she hopped a few times, feeling the cushion in her sole and spring in her heel absorbing the impact completely. The band around her neck was snug, but not uncomfortable, which was how it should feel, as it was supposed to stimulate the pressure points in her neck.

Holding up an arm, she examined her wrist bands, gloves, and giant bracer. The two pieces fit into each other like a ball and socket. The wrist bands, like the one on her neck, were made to apply pressure to pressure points to reduce her nausea if she oversued her quirk. Her gloves were simple lightly padded gloves, very similar to the ones she wore when she practiced her martial arts, the biggest difference was that these ended at the last knuckle of her finger, leaving her pads uncovered and left her free to use her quirk. Her bracers were modeled after her martial arts sensei, Gunhead's quirk, though hers were a little less intimidating. While Gunhead's gatling quirk made his forearms look like they came off a revolver, her bracers had their hard edges rounded off, and instead of metal, the material was a hardened pink polymer, similar to what her belt was made of. They would still hurt when she hit someone with them of course.

I can't wait to show Deku what I have inside these things.

Tapping the side of her visor, she smiled when the heads up display flickered to life, popping up several little screens of information, showing her that everything was synched up and ready for use. Yes everything was perfect, save for one glaring issue.

"Why did they give me a skin tight bodysuit?"

While the black and pink material wasn't latex, it was more than close enough for Ochako's tastes. The material hugged her body so perfectly she had been worried as she was putting it on that it would show what she was wearing underneath. That would have been mortifying.

"Girl, you got nothing to be worried about. News flash, but you are kinda hot."

Mina snuck up behind her and smiled into the mirror, "I mean you got curves, softness, and firmness in all the right places."

Ochako pushed Mina away playfully, bashfully waving her hands in front of her, "You're over exaggerating! I'm nothing like that!"

"Don't try to hide it; I saw everything! One second, you're just standing there looking all soft and squishy, then bam, you flex, and suddenly we got a mini amazon on our hands."

AMAZON!?

When Ochako opened her mouth to deny this, another girl, Jirou, pointed one of her ear jacks at Ochako, "You have abs."

Mina nodded, "You put that body suit on and you flexed to yourself in the mirror. Don't try and deny it."

Ochako reached up and put a hand on her stomach, "Agai,n you're just seeing things. Right Toga? I wasn't doing that, was I?"

Ochako turned to find Toga, wanting some backup, but stopped when she saw what the other girl was wearing. Given her overly friendly additude, and bubbly personality, she had expected something cute or maybe a little flirty. Something like what the Wild, Wild Puzzycats or Uwabami wore. Looking at Toga, however, made it clear, cute and friendly were the last things she had been thinking of when designing her costume. Dangerous, deadly, and sharp were the best words to describe her.

Around her face was a tattered-looking dynamo mask, tied into a messy knot on the back of her head. A loose black mask hung around her neck, with rows of sharp metal teeth sewn or punched into the back material, giving the mask an overly stylized version of her own fanged grin. A small rack on each side of her head held a total of 6 steel canisters of some kind. Clear tubing ran from one end of the canisters down into a set of cylinders that she wore on her belt. Another set of tubes ran from more metal cylinders on the belt, up along her back and over her shoulders, back into the black mask.

The whole set up was enough to unsettle Ochako, but there was more to Toga's costume.

Toga's top was a simple black leotard that left her arms bare. Strapped to her sides were two large tactical knives. She pulled one out by sticking her finger through the ring guard, and twirled it a few times before catching the handle, holding the blade up as she examined it with a trained eye.

Around her forearm she had red bandages and a metal bracer that was lined with twin rows of forward curved blades, ending with a guard over the top of her hand that had two, much longer curved blades that extended past her fist by several inches.

Her legs were covered by a short, black pleated skirt with torn and frayed edges; black thigh high socks; shin guards that were exactly like her forearm braces; and black and red athletic shoes. When she lifted a foot up to finish tying her laces, Ochako could see that under the skirt, Toga had even more knives in a holster around each thigh, though these knives looked like they were of the throwing variety.

Overall, in her costume, Toga was one terrifying package. So when she turned to answer Ochako's question, the other girl felt herself immediately get put on edge. Toga, however, answered normally, at least for her. Her bubbly voice a stark contrast to how she looked, "Sorry, but you were checking yourself out pretty hard."

Minda clapped, "See! I told you."

Ochako groaned, "I didn't ask for this kind of suit; it's kinda embarrassing."

Momo finished putting on the last part of her costume, a small cape that hung over her left shoulder, "Is it really that bad? Everything you have looks completely functional. I don't see why you are so embarrassed."

"Honestly, I have a few issues with heros like Midnight and Mt Lady and their costumes. They don't really leave much to the imagination. I don't want to fall into that camp."

A gloved hand waved Ochako's worry off, "You got nothing to worry about. Those two weaponized their bodies. You're just a good looking girl in her hero costume. Big difference." Tooru said, reassuring Ochako.

The others girls looked at the floating gloves and boots. "Kero...are you naked right now?"

"Of course not! See I have on my gloves and shoes!"

"..."

While a few of the girls debated if that counted as not being naked or not, Toga walked over to Ochako, "So, any idea what kind of costume Izuku is going to have? Something topless maybe?"

Ochako sputtered, "NO! No. I'm pretty sure that won't be the case. His mom actually made his costume, so I think she'd want Deku covered up. Though, he didn't show it to me so I have no idea what he's going to look like, besides green; it's his color after all."

Toga's disappointment turned into a squeal when she heard that, clasping her hand together, an impressive feet since she had those claws to deal with, "That is so incredibly adorable! Mrs. Midoriya is so loving and cute. I can't believe there are mothers out there like her."

Momo looked at the clock, "We should get going. We don't want to keep our teacher waiting."

Tsuyu nodded, "Still can't believe All Might is teaching us. How lucky is that?"

Jirou agreed, "Wonder what it's going to be like to get trained by the number one? Think he'll be super strict?"

Ochako hid a smile as she closed her locker.

If he's even a fraction of what he was when he was training Deku and me, you guys are in for a world of hurt.

As they all left, Mina walked up besides Ochako and asked, "So what's your secret?"

"Huh, secret?"

"How'd you get to look like that?" Mina motioned to all of Ochako

Ochako replied simply before heading towards the exit, "10 months of hell."

"Eh?"

The class ended up meeting just outside the entrance to the battle grounds. Izuku was blown away by all the different designs and gear everyone was sporting.

"Deku, there you are! Oh wow. you look so cool in your costume!"

Izuku turned around, and was struck speechless when he saw Ochako running up to him.

Oh wow. Oh wow, Uraraka looks...She has those cool…. And her….Oh wow!

Ochako hadn't noticed Izuku's speechlessness and kept talking, "I can't believe your mom was able to make something so cool for you. You look really heroic, Deku."

Say something! Say something now!

"Uraraka, you… You look incredible."

Ochako stiffened as she felt a blush spread over her cheeks. Izuku thinking what he said might not sound the greatest, tried to add on, "Incredibly COOL! Yeah you look really cool. You costume really suits you."

"Really? I was a little worried that since it was so skin tight, I'd look weird."

"NO! Er, I mean you look just fine. Right guys? She looks great, right?"

Tenya nodded in agreement, "You look truly heroic Uraraka."

Ochako looked up in surprise.

Oh, that's Iida in there? Neat. And that look really suits Shinso too.

"What about me, Izuku?" Himiko asked as she rushed up from behind Izuku and jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his chest, "Don't you think I look good too?"

Ochako tensed and almost rushed to Izuku's side. Not so much over the fact that Himiko had again invaded Izuku's personal space, but because way too much sharp metal was around Izuku now.

"Toga! Please be careful!"

Both Tenya and Hitoshi were momentarily taken aback when they saw Himiko, while Izuku was none the wiser. He hadn't even looked down yet at the blades adorning Himiko's arms, "I can't see you if you're behind me."

"I can give you a hint," Hitoshi said, "Sharp."

Izuku tilted his head to the side, confused, "Sharp? Is she wearing a suit?"

Himiko burst out laughing and pulled back, giving Izuku a chance to turn around and see her.

OH! Oh that is absolutely not a suit.

In a momentary panic, Izuku checked his costume for any cuts, but Himiko dissuaded him, "Oh don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to... cut you. And Izuku I have to say, love the costume. You're like some big, green warrior bunny."

"You too Toga. You look, um…"

"Sharp," Hitoshi repeated.

"Yeah. You look like you have a lot of combat gear. All the blades and those knives."

Himiko smiled brightly, "I got way more of those!"

To prove this, Toga reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to show off her thighs and the numerous throwing daggers she had. Izuku almost fainted on the spot.

Tenya arms chopped vigorously at the air, as he sputtered, unable to form proper words. Hitoshi just looked away.

Ochako rushed forward and put herself between Himiko and Izuku, "TOGA! What are you doing!?"

Himiko shrugged and dropped her skirt, "What? I was just showing Izuku what else I had tucked away."

"You can't just do that though!"

"Pft! Relax, my leotard has all my important bits covered up."

Ochako groaned into her hands, "That's not the point!

Himiko just ignored her and went back to admiring Izuku's costume. While it wasn't skin tight, the jumpsuit hugged all the right places. Ochako, not a fan of how hungry Himiko was starting to look at Izuku started pushing the boy forward, "come on, we're starting to get left behind."

"Oh yes, we mustn't be late for our first heroics class." Tenya noted as he also picked up the pace.

Himiko pouted some, but quietly fell in besides Izuku as they all followed the rest of their classmates. A few times she did try and grab onto him, but Ochako, carefully, swatted her away. Hitoshi shook his head, those two were gonna get into a fight sooner rather than later, and poor Izuku was gonna be the one beaten up, he was sure of it. Following the rest of the class through the giant doorway, Ochako eyed the ears floating on Izuku's mask and the painted on smile. Rolling her eyes, she still couldn't stop herself from smiling.

That isn't subtle at all Deku.

Once the class had entered the large urban training ground, they found All Might waiting for them.

"There's an old saying, the clothes make the man. With those costumes, young men and ladies, you are heroes. Congratulations, you all look so cool!"

Several students beamed at over getting such high praise from All Might. While this went on, All Might finally got a look at Ochako and Izuku. He hummed in approval at the gear Ochako wore. The large bracers were a nice touch and a great show of respect to her other teacher. He would need to make sure Gunhead got a picture of Ochako's costume. He was sure the other hero would love it.

When he looked at Izuku however, he had to immediately turn his head and do his best not to laugh. Not that he wasn't touched by what he saw.

So obvious, Young Midoriya.

"Alright, it's time for some combat training!"

Momo raised her hand, "Excuse me, sir. This was one of the sites that the practical entrance exam was held. Does this mean that we will be doing more urban type battles?"

"No. While that would be what your normal first few classes would be, I've decided to move you all ahead some and take on a more advanced challenge that is more realistic to what you all will face in the future."

A few of the more hot headed students started looking fired up, while some whispered amongst themselves at what All Might had planned for them. Neither Izuku or Ochako were that surprised that All Might was going to give the class a more intensive training. Their time at the beach drilled into them that the hero had his own way of doing things.

"Alright class, pop quiz. Where do most villain encounters take place?"

Tsuyu raised her hand, "In the city?"

All Might laughed, "Ah, technically true. But think in more broad terms. Not specific locations."

Izuku raised his hand, "Outside?"

"Correct! Most of the time, you will be fighting villains outside, such as city streets for example. Now, 2nd question. Where do you find the most atrocious villains?"

"Outside!" Denki immediately answered.

"Wrong."

Denki lowered his head dejected, while a few people around him laughed.

Himiko raised her hand, "Inside. The smart ones anyway."

All Might gave Himiko a thumbs up, "That is exactly right. Sure you'll run into many pickpockets and small time thugs outside more often than not, but the worst kind of villains, the clever ones; the ones that take hostages, make backroom deals, consort, and plan; these are the ones that stay in the shadows where we heroes have driven them. These are the ones that heroes must chase after, into their own domain."

The levity the class had, evaperated as they listened to All Might. While they had never experienced anything like All Might talked about, they had all heard some news broadcast, or read something online about a hero raiding a villains hideout, or something along those lines. Sometimes even if the raid captured the villain, the hero didn't come back out alive.

"So,for this class, you all are going to get a crash course in some indoor combat. You will be split into small teams of villains and heroes and take part in team battles."

"Sir!" Tenya broke in, "Is that safe with our lack of basic training?"

"The best training comes from experience!"

Again, neither Izuku or Ochako were surprised by this. What was All Might's idea to give them combat training before? Beat each other up of course.

Sato rubbed his chin, "Well, I guess we have some battle experience, after going through that entrance exam and everything."

All Might shook his head, "That's where you are wrong. There is a world of difference between fighting robots that you can just destroy, and fighting a living, thinking, person."

More questions came from the class. How would teams win? Will losing teams be punished? How will teams be split up? Can we destroy the other team anyway? Ochako snapped her head to the side to glare at Katsuki after he asked that last question. Izuku just laughed under his breath, though he didn't find the idea at all funny.

"EASY! I will answer all your questions. Just give me a moment."

All Might pulled out a small booklet and opened up to a planned script. Ochako covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. All Might shot her a quick look over the top of the booklet that did nothing to stop her. At all.

Note to self: install some proper fear back into Young Uraraka.

"Right, so this is the situation you all will be playing out. The villains have hidden a nuclear warhead somewhere in their secret base. The heroes are trying to save the day by taking control of the weapon. The heroes can win by either capturing the villains or taking control of the weapon in the time limit. The villains win by protecting the weapon for the entire round, or by catching the heroes. Now, a word of warning. While I will stop the fight if things go to far, remember, this will be very close to a real battle. So if you want to win, you will have to go all out, and not worry about getting hurt. Remember we have the best healer in the country, Recovery Girl."

Izuku started to nod in agreement, but stopped when he felt a cold glare directed at him. Ochako leaned forward and whispered, "That was not permission for you to be reckless, Deku."

All Might flipped through a few pages, making sure he wasn't leaving anything out before continuing, "Now, teams and opponents will be determined by drawing lots."

Tenya flinched at that, "They're being determined so haphazardly? Is that wise?"

"Well," Izuku pointed out, "A lot of times pros have to create makeshift teams on the fly. Maybe doing it this way is supposed to reflect that?"

All Might smirked.

The kid knows his stuff. As befitting my successor.

"That is correct. Real life doesn't often let you do things in an orderly fashion; you must learn to adapt."

"Ah I see. Please pardon my interruption."

"It's fine. Oh, before I forget, you will be split into teams of two, except for two teams which will have teams of three. The three manned teams will automatically be fighting each other. Also, you don't have to worry about failure. You won't get expelled or anything like that."

The class breathed a sigh of relief...

"These matches will be recorded and sent to your homeroom teacher though, so I'd advise you not to slack off."

...and promptly stiffened again. No one had planned on slacking, but knowing that Mr. Aizawa was going to see their matches was enough to light a fire under everyone.

All Might pulled out a large box with the word 'TEAMS' written on the front.

"Alright, everyone come up and pull a ticket. Lets see who everyone will be working with."

One by one each student pulled out a ticket until all the teams were determined. Ochako had been the first in line with Izuku right behind her. She wasn't able to stop herself from cheering when Izuku pulled out the same ticket as her. While Himiko growled in annoyance, All Might looked down into the lottery box and wondered if he had made sure to mix up the tickets properly.

Of course, even if I did forget, I'm not going to be the one to tell those two they can't be on a team. I'm not ready to retire just yet.

He gave the box a good shake before the rest of the students reached in to pull out their tickets. With the last ticket pulled the teams were determined.

Team A. Izuku Midoriya & Ochako Uraraka

Team B. Shouto Todoroki & Mezo Shoji

Team C. Momo Yaoyorozu & Hitoshi Shinso

Team D. Katsuki Bakugou & Tenya Iida

Team E. Eijiro Kirishima & Mina Ashido

Team F. Hanta Sero & Yuga Aoyama & Minoru Mineta

Team G. Denki Kaminari & Kyoka Jirou

Team H. Fumikage Tokoyami & Tsuyu Asui

Team I. Himiko Toga & Tooru Hagakure

Team J. Mashirao Ojiro & Koji Koda & Rikido Sato

Tenya was not thrilled that his partner was Katsuki, nor was he happy when both Izuku and Ochako patted him on the back in sympathy.

With it already decided that Team F and Team J would be facing each other, All Might prepared the next lottery boxes. These were marked 'HEROES' and 'VILLAINS'.

"Now lets see who will be fighting first!" All Might declared before dramatically reaching into the twin boxes and pulling out two tickets.

"Team H will be the heroes, and Team A will be the villains!"

Notes:

I'm on a roll! Right into a busy work week .

I'm so glad I was able to get this chapter out to you all. My schedule is about to get pretty crazy so I really wanted to give you all something before my writing time gets cut in half. I hope you all enjoyed the new chapter. I got to play around with some medieval fantasy and hint at some unconscious feeling one of our cinnamon buns is dealing with. I also had a lot of fun coming up with costumes too. The next chapter is Battle Trials! And our first match pits Izuku and Ochako against Tsuyu and Fumikage. I'm sure a few of you were really hopeful for Katsuki, but nope. THAT fight is still a little ways off.

A big thanks to my beta reader Tmalasia who just keeps finding all my mistakes.

Before I head out, I want to show some love to Cat-llie | Cal. She was kind and awesome enough to do a little fan art of what Momo's costume looks like in my story. If you all could show her some love by swinging by her place, that would be awesome! You can find her at these sites.

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