Shu ended up using his first Sunday off from UA High for a date that he was convinced to go on. Students of his dorm caught him in the middle of hanging wet bed linens. Shared how disappointed each one of them were with him for not going out. How they got a hold and arranged a date with Shoto scared him. He ended up having his outfit picked out and told to wait at the train station for Shoto around noon. Which is how he currently could be found rather scared about leaving the dorm in the students hands. Fact that they promised to do all his tasks worked for him.

"I hope I don't come back to a mess." He sighed out loud.

"What mess?" A voice startled him, "Not that you don't have to answer."

"You are confident in leaving a bunch of teenagers to do house chores," Shu explained, "Unsupervised."

Way Shoto went quiet for a few minutes when he was asked started to bother Shu for a minute. Had him ready to pull out his phone and cancel this whole date off. Wasn't for a single text sent to him from the newly elected class representative's phone. Photos that were filled were of different teams of students just working. Each one being careful in cleaning or trimming back the bushes around the building.

"Good results?" Shoto asked.

"What's your opinion on wanting kids?" Shu put away his phone.

" … that would be great after I find the right person," Shoto shrugged at the thought, "I mean I am trying to adapt to being an uncle."

"Your sister or brother?" Shu asked.

Recalling his sister got pregnant and guy who she had relationships with was a bit of a sore subject. She didn't want to get the father in trouble when she was asked for details. Taking her time to adapt to becoming a single mother over her winged blessing.

"Only Pro Hero I know with wings is Hawks," Shu guessed, "So… "

"My dad will not like that answer." Shoto figured the Hawks were going to get in trouble.

Two ended up laughing at the reveal with the subject forgotten before Shot stepped forward with an offered arm to Shu. Asking him if he was up to visiting a ice cream shop in Shizen, that serves soft serve as flora arrangements. Colors that each one comes in reflects that of real life flora found in the natural world.

"Your dad is not going to like the news I presume?" Shu asked.

"He was surprised that my sister was pregnant," Shoto recalled, "More surprised that his first grandson has wings and fire powers."

"The kid had wings," Shu tried to not laugh, "Could have told him that his only daughter had relations with Hawks."

Shoto ended up being lost in thought over the memory of how his father looked after discovering crimson colored feathers. Expression that was a mixture of joy and shock might explain his mood. Which had him going wide eyed at the thought of what his father was currently doing with him here. Which ended when Shu's grip on his arm revealed a muscular grip that made him looking down.

"Forgot about the muscle," Shoto started at the sleeve cover arm, "Which I recall …"

"A genetic result from my dad," Shu watched Shoto look his arm over, "Mom made sure to have me tested in which quirk I had. Being that my family tree is a mix of them since my grandpa couldn't keep it in his pants."

"Which quirk did you inherit?" Shoto asked.

"Ability to manipulate the molecular and atomic structure of matter," He pointed out, "The more a strain the bigger the object I change."

Shoto quieted Shu when he took hold of his hand and lightly squeezed it as a form of assurance from him. That he didn't have to explain which grandmother he got this quirk from. Just wanted him to enjoy this date and he was glad that those students convinced him.

8*8

Shu tried to not be a part of when the students came up with their hero identities. Always finding them in communal living rooms in groups just chatting. Chipping away on what their alias or code name would be. Using all kinds of dictionaries checked out from the U.A. library, and Computer screens on websites explaining word origins. Brought him back to his younger years when he came up with his name. His smirk at the memory clearly seen by one of the students.

"Something on your mind?" One of the students.

"Seeing the new generation just brings back memories," He pointed out, "Mine was made up of a nickname one of my late nanas used to call me."

"Sweet!" A few of the students liked it.

This is what fueled the students picking their names after struggling to find ones that fit them best. Put a smile on their faces when they had something to present in their heroics class. Which surprised their teacher at the time since he knew they all were having trouble. To find the source wasn't far when they found out who was their resident advisor at a meeting. Shu was the one that brought a sealed Tupperware container of lardy cakes. Stating he baked them with aid from the students as a means to diffuse a conflict between them.

"My mom always says that baking is always a calming moment," He removed the lid, "Now they are made up."

He placed the container down beside the coffee with his best smile before backing away from them. Not caring the eyes that were currently on him when he nodded his head as he bowed out. Only found a new found friend when he retreated to the back of the room when the meeting picked up.

"I hear," He whispered to Shu, "That I have you to thank for helping my students with their latest assignment."

"That's why I am here," Shu crossed his arms, "Keep out of my mom's hair with her life as a nurse."

"… wasn't she a former U.A. High student that went to have that affair with former Number one Pro Hero?" He asked him.

"Cannot yes or no," Shu wasn't answering, "Since I don't talk about my mom's life."

He then smiled at this male teacher and then looked forward to the rest of the meeting for staff. That brought up the events that were going to take place throughout the year. From the sports festivities to the end of the year exams were going down. Had principal Nezu already assigning who was going to do what during those events.

"Going to join in our reindeer games?" Shu was asked.

"Why do I feel like you're flirting with me?" He felt there were ulterior motives.

"Maybe," A smile creeped Shu out, "How about it?"

Person went as far as to pose and flex his muscles for Shu when he felt those eyes on him. Putting in a side wards smirk when he held a pose and to get him to look longer. What he got was eyeroll and head shake from Shu when he turned his head away.

"Not a chance," Shu whispered, "I don't do meatheads."

"Not even," Person took a step toward Shu, "Once."

"Persisted are we." He stepped back.

"Yea," Person ended up standing sideways just facing Shu, "My ability to metamorph into any animal of my choosing, means I can alter any part of my body."

"Kinda not into beastilialy." He was creeped out.

"We can start out," Person wiggled brows, "Slow."

"Get the hint," Shu was getting annoyed, "Not interested."

Idea of how to shut this person up came when he reached up with one of his hands. Slowly moving his hand to the collar of this person's shirt to mess with the fibers. Moving them upward until a gag formed right under this person's nostrils.

"Bother me again," Shu warned him, "I'll file sexual harassment charges."

He then pulled his hand away from him with disgust purely shown when he shook his hand. Thinking of Suneater's quirk when he ended up tucking his hand.

8*8

Excitement in the air each student carried before they were to present their alias and costume designs. Felt by Shu when he was asked what his first outfit or attire was like. He pulled a scrap book he kept hidden in a bookshelf in his dorm to show them.

"I really didn't have a company full of designers and craftsmen," He pointed out, "Just a close circle of relatives in the states."

He allowed them to flip through the first few pages of photos and blueprints centered around him. Gushing and answering questions about special features was built into his first costumes.

"I was mostly support and sleathe," He pointed out his heroic roles, "You have to see my resume."

"Can we?" Students wanted to see.

"No!" He sighed.

He then went back to folding towels and washcloths he had to clean after finding a wet mess. Having him needing to revise the washroom rules about cleaning up after one's self. Handful of students left the communal washrooms covered in used terrycloth. Along with wash stations and supplies were in complete dismay. Which he was left to clean up after some elbow grease and hard work.

"So… you were on the sidelines away from the action?" Some didn't like that he wasn't on the front lines.

"Bummer." Others were disappointed.

"Sometimes a hero isn't define by grand gestures," He tried to explain, "It's the small things."

He went to say that while the more stronger and popular heroes are battling the main cause. Gaining the eyes of the people that turn a blind eye to much smaller problems. End up getting handled by lesser known heroes working in the crowds or the background. Solving what most people pass off or stopped trying to figure out on their own.

"Makes you think." He finished folding.

When he picked up the basket and walked away the students he left alone to ponder his advice in quiet. Looking to each other before looking down at the pages of his scrap book once more. They saw other people within those photos going on about their lives around him.