Within the dorms of U.A., Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk with a recently purchased notebook laying open in front of him. Normally, this wouldn't be anything too unusual for the green-haired teen as anyone who knew him for more than a couple of days knew about the notes he took on heroes. Even his 1-B classmates were aware of this as he had already been taking down notes on all their quirks along with sketches of them in the hero costumes…one having a bit more effort put into it for personal reasons.
However, this was not one of those notebooks.
With one of his hands cupping his cheek, Izuku looked down at the page before him, one of many that had already been filled out, while tapping his mechanical pencil on the desk with his opposite hand. While the notebook had only been in his possession for less than half a day, purchased at the U.A. school store, the green-haired teen had already filled up a third of it. All one had to do was flip through it to find page after page of ideas that both he and Kendo had to help prepare for the Sports Festival. Something that people like Tetsu found pretty incredible since they had only been told about it earlier that day!
The first idea written was about his and Kendo's after school combat classes that would be happening after school in one of the many gyms. This was already in the works as the pair had already sought out Kan-sensei to ask for permission, the pro-hero easily granting the request with a toothy smile. Then, much to their surprise, Kan-sensei told the two that he would ask Principal Nezu to reserve one of the massive city-sized training fields for the class! This had been something that neither teen had thought about and, now that the idea of training there had been placed before them, Izuku couldn't help but feel a little ashamed that he hadn't even considered the idea. Since none of them knew what sort of events would be held, doing training in different fields would help them to adapt. However, even though permission had been granted for the gyms, Kan had laid down a few simple rules for those attending. There would need to be a sign up sheet with everyone's contact information so that, should there be a last minute cancellation or the like, they could send out a group text notifying them. What's more, he would try to make it to all of these group training sessions, but if he could not make it the two of them were in charge. And under no circumstance could they hold a quirk training without him or another teacher there. Since all of these things were reasonable, the two agreed.
With permission granted, the two wasted no time making the sign up sheet. On it, they informed all who wished to join them that the class would start from 3:30 'til 7 o'clock and that the location of the training would be sent to them via text message. Once the very basic sheet had been finished, it was posted at the front of the classroom…which everyone in 1-B rushed towards as soon as they realized what it was! Safe to say that everyone was on board with the training.
With everything all set for tomorrow, Izuku and Kendo had filled the first few pages of the notebook with various training ideas. Nothing too extreme, just showing them basic moves that could be used as well as the most appropriate times or types of opponents to use them on. The overall goal being to have their classmates practice these moves until they felt natural. They also wrote down some other exercises that they would need like strength and stamina training as well as dodging. This, Izuku felt, would give their class the edge they needed for the final round of the Sports Festival.
With the easy part done with, the two began to think on how the rest of the training would go. Both agreed that some form of teamwork focused training was needed. And while they had plenty of ideas…figuring out which ones would be most effective was proving to be difficult. By himself, Izuku had come up with several ideas which seemed good on paper. Hopefully Kendo would be able to figure something out as well.
Of course, this might be going a bit easier for him if Izuku could focus his mind a bit better.
A groan escaped Izuku, the hand on his cheek running up to the top of his head so that his fingers could weave their way through his messy green hair. The reason? Well, filling up nearly two thirds of the page before him, were date ideas for himself and Pony!
Perhaps it was because of his newly enhanced relationship with the horned American teen that caused his mind to drift to the topic. After all, they had just become an official couple. All of this training would eat up a lot of their free time and whatever they were left with would need to be spent studying as well as doing homework. Or maybe it was because some of these ideas, like training at the pool, made Izuku think about how much more fun it would be if it were just him and Pony. Heck, that might be the case as he had to erase and rewrite that section several times as he got way off topic.
Maybe he could save these ideas for later?
"Izuku~" Pony's sing-song tone flowed through the room, causing the teen to jump in his seat. Had he been so lost in his own thoughts that he failed to hear the door opening?
As casually as he could, Izuku turned around while closing the notebook at the same time. Now he could see that the door was already closed, with his girlfriend striding across the room with a big smile on her face. No longer in her uniform, Pony was wearing her usual short-shorts that showed off her powerful legs. Her top, well, Izuku had no idea what it was called but…just damn it looked so good on her. It was white, with the upper part of it pressing against her breasts so that they showed off every curve while the lower half was loose and cut in a way so that the fabric made a V-shape that pointed to her belly button. He could also see that her back was almost completely bare, with straps running around her neck and just below her shoulders being the only things there. Seeing her like this caused Izuku to wonder whatever sexy outfits she had brought with her…and if she wouldn't mind modeling them for him.
His cock twitched at that thought.
"I brought them," continued Pony, getting on the ground near Izuku's dresser. She then set down her backpack, which Izuku was just now realizing she had with her, opening it up before pulling out two of her uniforms. "I also brought some of my body wash and a few other things I might need if I want to keep sleeping over here. You should probably bring over some of your stuff to my dorm room as well. Just in case we ever end up spending the night in my room."
"Right," said Izuku softly as he watched Pony open the lower drawer. Thankfully there was plenty of room down there, Pony finding a spot for her to place both uniforms within, one on top of the other. As she did this, her rear wiggled slightly causing her tail to shake in such an alluring way.
Once the uniforms were put away, Pony got back up onto her hooves and stretched. Izuku had to wonder if she was doing all this to tease him as he could see her breasts bouncing as she did so underneath the fabric. Again his cock twitched, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra. When she was done, rather than finishing up putting her stuff away, she sauntered over to Izuku with both her hands behind her back.
"So, whatcha doing?" she asked with a playful smile. A smile which Izuku returned as he opened up the notebook to a page where he knew she wouldn't see any of the plans. Surprises were nice after all.
"Just going over some ideas to help us with our teamwork," he explained as Pony leaned a little closer to the desk in order to read. "All the training we're going to be doing won't do us any good if none of us make it to the third round. Right now, I have a couple ideas. Basically, forming groups."
There was a pause as Pony looked down at the book before she suddenly gasped. Quickly she turned to look at him, the sparkle in her eyes showing that she realized what he meant. "You want everyone to know how to work with each other!"
Izuku nodded. "I still don't have any idea on what the challenges will be. So I was thinking it would be a safe bet to start everyone off in groups of two. Then bump them up to three. Then four and, well, keep going until we get to ten. I think that might be the best number. This way, we'll know in advance whose quirks pair up well with each other instead of having to do so in the heat of the moment. It might even impress the pros."
"And am I in any of your teams?" asked Pony as she leaned closer to Izuku, her voice soft and alluring.
"Right from the start," whispered Izuku back, his eyes locking with hers. This was true, though not in a possessive way. He knew Pony better than anyone else in his class and she, in turn, knew him as well. Their quirks could easily help with the others' weaknesses.
"Good," she whispered before kissing him on the lips. It was light and brief, yet conveyed her feelings for him perfectly…and left Izuku wanting more. But that would have to wait as Pony then pulled away to look back at the book, sitting on Izuku's lap as she did so. "So what other ideas do you have?"
"Not much," replied Izuku, his hands going to Pony's sides as he spoke. "One idea that I'd like to run past Kendo is about talking to the other students from the other courses. Specifically general studies students since, from what I heard, that's where most of the students who failed to get into the hero course get sent. There might be a few in the support and business courses, but given how specialized those departments are we might not find many. Anyways, for those that we do find, the plan is to invite them to our training group after school, maybe even help them with their quirks."
Pony turned a little in her seat to look back at Izuku, giving him a thoughtful look. "Well, given how unpopular 1-A is right now, I'm sure there are plenty that would like a chance just to take them down a peg. And they certainly aren't doing themselves any favors." At that, Izuku gave a short nod. That Bakugo person had done his class no favors. From what had been going around the school, the loud ashen-blonde teen had mouthed off to all the first years who had gone to 1-A's class where he loudly called them nothing more than pebbles in his path to glory. That they only existed to help make him look all the better before the pros. That, along with a few other choice phrases the teen had said, made Izuku wonder why no one had tried to strike Bakugo while his back was turned! This was not helped when a few others from class 1-A also tried throwing their weight around.
"But," continued Pony, her face taking on a more concerned expression. "Aren't you a little worried? I mean, I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything, but won't helping them get ready be sort of like helping the competition?"
"Well, you do have a point," agreed Izuku slowly. "But, the way I see it, helping them out helps everyone else at the same time. I mean, the final round is normally just a showcase for the hero program and anyone who manages to get that far is easily taken out. But if we manage to even it out a bit more, we might be able to put on a good show for the pros watching as well as the teachers. Maybe even Kan-sensei will bring up how hard they were working with us if a name or two is thrown around about students they want to promote. Honestly, doing it like this just makes me feel more like a true hero. You know, lifting other up and inspiring them to achieve their dreams?"
"You have a point," whispered Pony before planting another quick kiss on Izuku's lips. When she spoke next, it was in her normal voice. "And the rest of your ideas?"
"All up in the air," said Izuku, unable to keep himself from groaning. "The problem is that the various events will be randomized. So I'm thinking we should be doing some situational quirk exercises when we have the chance."
"Hmm. How about we watc- What's this?" Izuku blinked as Pony leaned forward to the notebook, her eyes darting at something he couldn't see. Glancing over to his girlfriend, he watched as her large blue eyes moved back and forth as she read what was written. Then, suddenly, her cheeks turned red before smiling.
Confused, Izuku began to lean forward to see what he had written. But, before he could do that, Pony was already on the move. The blonde had gotten off his lap, swiftly turning around and placing the palms of her hands on his shoulders to keep the green-haired teen seated. As she kept Izuku in place, a smirk that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine appeared as well as a twinkle in her eyes. The next moment, Pony straddled his lap so that their chests were pressed against each other while her arms wrapped around his neck. What's more, her hips bucked slightly as she pressed into him causing the teen's cock to grow all the more stiff.
"So~," she said, using a more sensuous tone. "Care to explain how you went from rock climbing in the gym to taking me out to a private hot spring?" Izuku's face went flush, his forehead lowering so that it landed on her shoulder. He could have sworn he had erased that! But…he couldn't get the idea out of his mind! Climbing up a mountain with Pony, the two finding a hot spring, deciding to get in to relax their muscles. He was just glad that he had stopped writing, and daydreaming, before he had gone too far!
He was going to need to go over the notebook again with a fine toothed comb before showing it to Kendo.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I just really want to take you out now that we're together. And I feel guilty that we have all-"
"Shh," went Pony, causing Izuku to raise his head. Her hips did another grind against his own, nearly causing the teen to groan. "It's alright, I understand. We can wait to do that stuff after the Festival."
"But Pony, I-" began Izuku, only to be silenced as Pony kissed him again. This time, her tongue slid into his mouth as her arms carefully tightened their hold. Izuku's arms wrapped around her back, nearly clawing at her back in lust. He felt her hips grind once again only this time he returned the motion causing her to moan into his mouth. This lasted for a few minutes, the two lost in their desire for the other, until finally they separated.
"Izuku, it's fine," she whispered before leaning close to Izuku's neck and planting a few kisses there. "I want you to focus on this because it's important to the entire class. We shouldn't let them down. Besides, we can have a little fun on the side until then." With that said, Pony's arms went and began to pull on Izuku's shift. The teen didn't fight this, lifting up his arms to allow the article of clothing to slide off of him with ease.
Once it was off and tossed to the side, Izuku's hands reached around Pony's back to undo the straps. After a quick tug to both, her top slid down her chest before pooling between her legs revealing that Izuku was right: she wasn't wearing a bra. Without really thinking about it, Izuku leaned forward to press his face against one of those mounds. He sighed, feeling the amazing contradiction of softness and firmness that her breasts provided. And when he inhaled her scent, the bone-user taking in her apple cinnamon scent while his hands went down to squeeze her ass. Above him, Izuku could hear the soft noises and panting from Pony as she pushed her chest forward. He could feel more of her weight pressing into him while her soft fingers ran through his hair.
Without thinking, Izuku turned just enough so that his lips made contact. The sound of the kiss was loud, causing both teens to moan louder. He did it again, opening his mouth more so as to cover more skin and pressing his tongue against her breast. Izuku could feel and hear his love's breathing quicken and grow louder, her arms now wrapping around his head. There was something moist now on his lap which still continued to grind against him occasionally. His teeth grazed against her flesh, softly closing a bit to give the impression that he would bite her. Not that he would, but the hitch in her voice made him want to repeat the action. The teen's lips move across her breast until finally finding the right place to stop.
Heart racing, Izuku's lips wrapped around Pony's nipple which hardened in his mouth. A gasp came from his girlfriend, her chest being pushed forward as her fingers intertwined behind his head. How could such a simple act bring him such pleasure, he would never know. The feeling of this part of her body rubbing against his tongue as it circled the nub was exciting in a way. The mews coming out from Pony urged him on, taking more of her taste into him. He flicked at it with his tongue. He lightly bit at it and sucked on it. Always wanting more.
Oddly enough, as he did this, a thought came to mind. Nothing too perverted, but more about the group training. Something they could all work on and then have a little fun afterwards. But details on this could wait. Right now, he was spending the rest of the night with his girlfriend.
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The next day Kan, also known as the pro hero Vlad King, stood before a set of doors. As he stood there, his hands opened and closed constantly as sweat began to form on his forehead where it then began to run down the sides of his face. Honestly, he felt a little pathetic at this moment. How many buildings on fire had he run into without a second thought? How many times had he rushed towards some disaster with that same level of care? How many times had he faced down powerful villains whose quirks overshadowed his own? Yet now, somehow, compared to everything he had ever done before, this was the hardest thing he would ever have to do.
There was a part of him that wished he didn't have to do this. To just give the situation a bit more time and hope that it would resolve itself. But he knew that wasn't possible, not anymore. Not after seeing how his students needed him to do this.
So, taking a deep breath, Kan opened the door and stepped inside the teacher's break room.
The first thing that Kan saw was a thin man sitting on one of the couches. The man's head was leaning back, his long blond hair flowing down the back side of the couch as the man stared up at the ceiling as he panted aloud. Draped around the man's form was a red hero costume that looked many sizes too big so that he might as well be swimming in it. As Kan moved to the coffee machine, he noticed that the man was lifting his head in slight panic while his eyes darted with fear. Though, it was an unwarranted fear in Kan's book since the only people who could enter this room were the teachers. The advanced security measures would keep out any of the students while sounding an alarm if they tried without the express permission of any teacher.
When the man's almost glowing blue eyes fell upon him, the man smiled. "Oh Vlad, wasn't expecting you. You don't usually show up after school hours."
Kan let out a chuckle as he poured himself a cup of coffee, taking it black. "Yeah, don't normally get this crap either. I don't know if it's because of his quirk or he just knows how to get the best coffee beans, but nothing compares to what Lunch Rush makes. Heh, maybe it's both." With coffee in hand, Kan moved to take the seat across from All Might. "Guess I just wanted to see how you were doing. Looks like those kids in 1-A put you through the ringer."
As Kan took a sip of his coffee (or, rather, this cheap ass crap trying to pretend to be coffee) All Might let out a laugh. "They're still a long ways away from that," he said. "My time just shortened again. With that damned time limit, I can just squeak by a lesson a day. It's draining as all hell, but they're good kids. They're worth it."
At that, Kan took a deep breath. "I'm sure they are," he said, his gaze focused on his coffee for a moment before looking up and locking eyes with the Number One Hero. "And, if you ever gave my class a chance, you would see that they're good kids as well."
The look All Might gave was one he had seen in his students more than once. The widening of eyes as they realized that they had forgotten a part of their homework. Looking away from a figure of authority, sometimes in shame while other times indignation. It was all there, along with All Might gripping his oversized pants tightly enough that, if he had the strength right now, he could have ripped them.
"It's not like I've been doing it on purpose," All Might said, shame in his voice. Which was good in Kan's opinion. Shame was good.
After taking another sip of this single yen knock off of coffee (they could get entire fucking cities built in the back of the school and giant robots but couldn't spring for better coffee in the teacher's break room), Kan set down the mug. "Look, All Might, when I heard that you were taking up this job, I knew you couldn't make every single class. Even more so when we were all told about your injury. And given everything you have done for society, I thought that not ragging on you for missing those classes was the least I could do. But…my class is falling behind because of this. Those kids, my students, they worked just as hard as 1-A to get into U.A. They deserve the same treatment as everyone else."
"I know that! I know they do!" stated All Might. "I'm trying my best here! It's just stuff keeps coming up."
"I see. So a speeding car and a purse snatcher is more important than our students? Because that is what you are using your precious time on instead of our students," challenged Kan, his eyes hardening even more. "That's what you were racing to stop all morning on the day of the USJ incident. Had you trusted the heroes and police of the city to do their damn jobs, you could have been there from the start. You might have even been able to put a stop to all of that chaos before those kids got exposed to that sort of danger! I mean, they're just first years!" Kan then paused, taking a breath in order to calm himself down. "Look, I'm glad you did eventually show up and put things right. But it came at the cost of limiting your time as the Symbol of Peace even more. Limiting the time helping to teach the students you made a commitment to."
"…Nezu said the same thing," admitted All Might slowly as he looked down. "Both before the incident when I called and said I couldn't make it and afterwards."
"And you know he's right," stated Kan as he folded his arms across his chest. He then let out a sigh. "I just wish you had realized that a bit sooner, because my class is losing faith in you."
"What!?" asked All Might, his head snapping up and his eyes widening. "But…But they have to understand that-"
"You're being greedy All Might!" interrupted Kan, silencing the other hero. "You want to be a teacher here. You want to keep the image of the Symbol of Peace as being strong. You want to keep being a hero for as long as possible. But trying to do all of that is coming at a cost. One that you should have realized! All Might, my class…they don't know you. You showed up for the entrance ceremony, but that's it! The only time they hear about you in class is when I'm telling them you can't make it! And they hear it over and over again. What did you think would happen?! I can't tell them the truth because you tied my hands when you made us all promise not to talk about your condition." Again, Kan took a deep breath. Not that it did anything to help with his bubbling emotions. "Not that telling the truth would make the situation any better! I've heard from the other teachers that a few Aizawa's students have noticed this as well. Loudly talking in the mess hall about how excited they are that you're teaching them! Or talking about what they did the other day. Rubbing it in my students faces that you favor class 1-A over them! If we told them the truth, it might just be the final nail in the coffin!"
All Might was trembling now, something that didn't make Kan feel any better. Before him was a man that the entire world respected as a great hero. Attacking him like this just felt wrong on some level. However, his students needed him to do this. Needed him to ram it through this man's head what he was doing and what the effects were.
"All Might, they're not going to wait for you forever," continued Kan. "My class reps, Kendo and Midoriya, they're having to step up and lead the class so that they can all be ready for the Sports Festival. If you could see all the effort they're putting into this, just so that they won't be left behind. In fact, Midoriya talked to me earlier about an off campus activity that he believes will help them. The fact that they're stepping up like this and not giving up makes me proud. I just wish that they didn't have to." For a moment, Kan's anger began to dissipate as he thought about what had happened between himself and Midoriya just a few hours ago. He could still clearly remember seeing the sparkle of hope in those green-eyes as he explained what he wanted the class to do over the weekend. It might have been bold or extreme, but Kan could see the merits in it. Might even be the thing to lift everyone's spirits. And if he could contact the right people, well…
"W-What are they planning?" asked All Might.
"How about you ask him yourself at tomorrow's lesson?" suggested Kan. "Maybe you could give him some advice?"
Hearing that lit up All Might's face for a moment, the man almost standing up. However, before he could put any pressure on those thin legs of his, the man sighed in defeat. "I wish I could, but there is another pressing matter I need to attend to," he said. Kan's irritation must have shown because All Might raised a hand quickly. "It's not like that. After the USJ incident, I realized I need to…do something really important. Tomorrow, my former sidekick will be coming over so we can talk to a certain third year student. It's…very…important…" All Might's words trailed off as Kan stood, leaving behind his crappy coffee as he went to the door.
"It had better be worth it All Might," said Kan as he stared at the door, not even bothering to look at the man. "Because once you have lost those kid's trust and respect as a teacher, it'll be damn near impossible to get it back without putting in a lot of work. Work that you don't have time for. But…I'm glad you're making time for other students at least." And before All Might could say anything else, Kan forcefully opened the door and left.
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Meanwhile…
"Are you sure she'll be interested in this?" asked Izuku as he walked down the halls of U.A. Besides him, wearing a similar P.E. uniform as himself, was Kendo while a third led the way. This boy had wild purple hair and an expression that made him look like sleep did not come naturally to him. In fact, when they first met, Izuku wondered if this student, Hitoshi Shinso, didn't have a vampire quirk or something similar.
"She's the same as me," said Shinso as he continued to walk down the halls, hands in his pockets. "She's got an insanely good quirk that would make her a great hero. But the entrance exam, all them robots, squashed any hopes she had. But unlike me, she decided to go into the Business Course." The teen then glanced over at Kendo. "Are you sure we shouldn't be heading down to the gym? I can talk to her tomorrow and see if she's interested."
"Worried about your classmates?" asked Kendo. Both Izuku and Kendo had talked to several of them throughout the day. Between classes in the hallway, during lunch, during their breaks, and just whenever they had any free time. Most of them, sadly, Izuku could see that they weren't going to join them. He was sure that Kendo saw it as well, given how upset she looked whenever she came back from talking to the General Studies students. For there was a look burned into their eyes: defeat. Those students had clearly just given up on ever trying to move up within the school. Like they had just accepted that they were nothing more than background characters, fodder for the upcoming Festival and nothing more.
Thankfully, not every member of General Studies had given up. While there were not many, Izuku and Kendo had managed to talk to a handful of students who were curious and even hopeful about their chances. More heard about via word of mouth and, by the end of the day, they had over twelve students who had written their info on the sign-up sheet. Thankfully, none of them held any illusion that Izuku and Kendo could promise them a spot in the Hero Course. All they wanted was a chance to show what they could do. To further help with that, Izuku was also asking them about their quirks so he could figure out a more specialized training program.
Shinso had been the first one they had talked to. While no one had known his name, a rumor had been going around school about a tired purple haired teen from General Studies who had declared war on class 1-A. Even going so far as telling the entire class that he was going to be taking one of their places after he knocked them out of the course.
"They can handle themselves," said Shinso, giving a shrug as they walked. "I just want to get going with this training. We're going to need all the help we can get."
"You were the one who brought her up in the first place," Kendo pointed out. "And she's going to need all the help she can get though. A single day of training can mean the difference between victory and defeat."
"Yeah, yeah," grumbled Shinso.
Soon, the group came to a set of very fine looking wooden door. The ones that looked so expensive that, if you pressed your ear against it, you wouldn't be surprised to hear the sounds of the rainforest. But, rather than knocking, Shinso just opened them.
"Sis, I finished reading the page. There's a potential loophole in paragraph three that needs to be looked at."
"Hey, wait your turn! Sis has to look at this page first! There are some major type-o's here that need to be fixed! Like percentage cuts! If we don't fix this, we'll fail!"
"Shut your traps! I'm still reading this garbage! And Sis needs to focus on her own work! Now shut it or I'll do it myself!"
"Zzzzz. Zzzzz."
Izuku blinked at what he saw. It seemed like the Business Studies students didn't have normal sized desks, but rather ones so long that you needed a rolling chair to get from one end to the next. Each of these long, fancy tables had various nick-knacks and papers on them in a neat arrangement that seemed almost manufactured. As if someone had figured out the most systematic way to give the impression of a business desk that was active but also had some degree of personality. Well, all but one. The lone student in the room was a girl with light shoulder length blue hair and matching eyes, small blue fangs poking out from her upper lips as she read a document before her with pencil in hand. But what really drew Izuku's attention were the four snake-like bodies coming out of her back. The upper parts of their bodies were the same light shade of blue with rows of spikes running down their spines with pink underbellies. On the top of their heads was a spike horn, the first having one with the number rising up to four. Three of these additional heads had stretched themselves out along her table, reading a document with a pencil in their mouths which they would then circle something before giving it to the main body. As for the fourth…it had its head on a pillow as it slept.
"Hey, Kawakami!" called Shinso. Instantly, the girl jumped from her seat causing the papers to fly up in all directions. The three active heads moved frantically to catch them all, moving like a blur as they bit into them before setting them back on the table. The last one…remained asleep.
"Oh," gasped the girl, Izuku noticing she was a bit on the short side. Maybe a foot and a half shorter than himself. "S-Shinso. It's you."
"Hey! Were you raised in a barn or something! Knock first!"
"Big sis is hard at work! You could have ruined everything!"
"Take responsibility and help us with this work you jerk!"
"Zzzz. Zzzz."
Again, Izuku was astounded at seeing these heads talk. Did this quirk have its own form of consciousness? He had heard that there was a student in 1-A who had a quirk that gave him a living shadow as a familiar. So was this something similar? Breaking away from his thoughts, Izuku stared at three of the four heads whose attention was focused on Shinso, glaring daggers as they did so. As for the girl, Kawakami, she looked at them with a nervous yet pleading expression.
"Please, it's all right girls," she said, holding up her hands as she spoke. The three heads muttered something that Izuku couldn't hear, but they began to retract slowly so that they were all behind the blue haired girl. Albeit looking ready to strike at any moment. Once they had backed away, the girl then turned to Shinso. "Sorry about that. They're a little frustrated with all the extra contract work we've been given."
Shinso let out a sigh. "Guess it must be tough," he said before gesturing to the two hero students. "Kawakami, this is Midoriya and Kendo from the Hero Course. They have an offer for you."
"What!?" shouted Kawakami and three of her extra heads all at once. She began waving her arms around frantically while the serpent heads looked at each other in confusion. "W-What would you want with me? Is this an arrest? Do you have a warrant? I swear, I thought those extra candy bars were for everyone!"
"What? No, no," said Kendo as she tried to calm the girl down. "Kawakami, we heard that you wanted to get into the Hero Course. Is that right?"
The frantic motions of the girl subsided as she, as well as the other heads attached to her, looked down at the ground. "Yes, I did."
"Can you tell us more about your quirk?" asked Izuku, no longer being able to hold it in as he produced a notebook out of nowhere. Moving swiftly, he began to circle the girl like a nerdy shark as he took notes on everything he had seen so far. The eyes of her quirk watched him in bafflement as he did so.
"What? Where did that notebook come from? Seriously, is no one going to question it?"
"Does he have a bag of holding style quirk?"
"Shut up you damn nerd and watch the green-haired one!"
"Zzzz. Zzzz"
"Oh, well, my full name is Aoi Kawakami and my quirk is called Hydra," began Kawakami. "As you can see, it gives me a few extra heads with minds of their own. I give mental, ah, requests to them but I can't see what they see. They can also produce some weak poisons. Nothing too serious, just causing numbness, sleepiness, or paralysis. A-And they administer it by either biting them or creating a mist…though the mist is less effective."
"That's…That's so amazing!" cried Izuku with stars in his eyes as he looked at the heads.
"HA! Finally! Someone who gets how great we are!"
"You have good tastes!"
"Hey! What she's saying is only the tip of the iceberg!"
"Really?" asked Izuku as he stared at the three heads.
"Oh, yeah," said Kawakami as she looked a little sheepish. "They're also pretty strong and can help me move about more easily." As if to prove this, two of the three heads shot down towards the ground slamming their lower jaws into the floor before launching Kawakami into the air. The third head shot forward, biting the floor behind the desk before reeling them in. Once on the floor, the three heads began to wrap around the desk before lifting it a solid foot off the ground. That thing could have weighed anywhere between one hundred to two hundred pounds! And they were doing it with some visible difficulty.
"How did you not get into the Hero Course?" demanded Kendo as she walked over to the girl and grabbed her shoulders.
"Well, ah, robots are sort of immune to poison," mumbled Kawakami as she looked away. "I managed to destroy a few robots but it just wasn't enough. Also, I think I lost points when I tried to save someone but ended up injecting him with poison." She then looked over at Shinso, giving him a thankful smile. "I'm glad I took Shinso's advice and also took the entrance exam for the Business Course. It might not be the most exciting thing here, but I think I'm doing well. Having an entire team looking over contracts really helps."
"But it's so boring!"
"We cry every night into our pillows, dreaming about how we could have kicked butt!"
"Aoi cries too sometimes! She even made her own costume and everything!"
"Zzzz. Zzzz."
"Ok, ok," said Kendo. "Well, now we really want you to join us."
"For?" asked Kawakami, tilting her head as she spoke.
"Oh right, they never told you," said Shinso, blushing a little as he scratched his chin. "Unlike those jerks in 1-A, the 1-B students are offering to train whoever wants it. They say they're going to help as many people as they can get ready and, hopefully, get into the Hero Course. I'm going to check it out and, well…"
"You thought about me?" supplied Kawakami, blushing herself. That blush grew ten times when she saw Shinso nod. "But…But the business course never competes. We just sell stuff and take notes."
"That's always been a choice," said Izuku. "Look, Kawakami, I'm going to be honest with you: there is no guarantee that you'll get in or even make it to the second round. I can't even promise you that there won't be any robots. But, if you really want to be a hero, this is your chance to show them what they missed out on."
"Stick with us and we'll do everything we can to help you out," continued Kendo. "You're strong, and I think all you need is a little bit of combat training. Add in some physical conditioning and you'll be a force to be reckoned with!"
"I," began Kawakami. She then paused, looking at all of her snake heads who were giving her what felt like puppy dog pouts. Then, she smiled and nodded. "OK! I'll do it!" As all the other heads began to cheer, the head that had been sleeping the entire time finally opened her eyes.
"Did I miss something?"