The harsh glare of early morning light rudely infiltrated Izuku's room, slicing through his heavy curtains without mercy and assaulting his affinity for sleeping in.

"Seriously, what sadistic monster thought 6am classes were a good idea?" he grumbled, peeling himself from the warm cocoon of his sheets. The prospect of a new day hardly seemed enticing enough to shake the lingering tendrils of slumber.

Expecting the common areas to be blissfully empty while others slumbered, Izuku shuffled out in pursuit of breakfast and a rejuvenating shower before Evoker class. But the rhythmic swish of a sword cutting through air captured his attention, banishing any remaining grogginess.

He blinked owlishly as he pushed open the door to find Ochaco already immersed in focused training, her lithe form executing an intricate series of sword forms. Her dedication painted a stark contrast to Izuku's usual morning lethargy, the unexpected but compelling sight injecting a surge of energizing adrenaline.

Ochaco turned towards him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Sir Knight."

"Mornin' Ochaco," Izuku mumbled, stifling a jaw-cracking yawn.

Amusement danced in her warm brown eyes as she took in his rumpled, bleary-eyed state. "I take it you're not much of a morning person?"

"Not really," he admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Waking up this early every day would be torture. Just as well those classes are only twice weekly - otherwise I might lose my mind completely."

"I take it that it's the opposite for you?" he asked.

"It is," she confirmed with a regal tilt of her chin. "I begin my days around 4am with a light breakfast, allowing time for digestion before warming up and commencing sword practice around 5am. I can't afford to let my skills rust during my stay in this side."

As Izuku turned to leave for the kitchen, Ochaco's melodious voice stopped him. "Before you go, might I ask where you were last night? If it's not too presumptuous..."

"No, it's fine," Izuku assured her quickly. "I went to check out that bar Aizawa-sensei mentioned across the street. Midnight offered me a job as a bouncer there."

Ochaco's brows climbed in surprise. "A bouncer? How unorthodox to have an Evoker in such a role. I can only imagine it's excessive..."

A roguish grin played about Izuku's lips. "Maybe a bit overkill, but I agreed. No reason to turn down extra income, right?"

'Never mind getting to the truth regarding my father and these visions,' he thought.

A spark of admiration gleamed in Ochaco's eyes as she nodded in understanding. "A practical viewpoint. Very well, I won't delay you further from your studies."

As Izuku pivoted to head for the kitchen once more, a mischievous glint entered his eyes. "No good luck kiss for your knight?" He flashed her a roguish grin and eyebrow waggle.

Ochaco's full lips curved in an indulgent smile as she closed the distance between them. Rising on her tiptoes, she pressed a chaste peck to his cheek, her flowery scent enveloping him in a heady cloud. "That will have to suffice for now, Sir Knight. If you desire another, it shall have to happen on our next date."

Izuku's heart stuttered in his chest as heat bloomed across his face. "T-Tomorrow afternoon, then?"

"That seems like a great idea," Ochaco agreed warmly as she turned and strode from the room with that same regal elegance, leaving a swirl of desire tingling in her wake.

Izuku watched her departing form appreciatively. 'Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave...'

After the charged encounter, the crisp morning air still carried echoes of Ochaco's swordplay. Izuku set off towards his early class, the world slowly rousing and bathing the campus in hushed, muted tones of dawn's first light.

A few corridors along, an unfamiliar figure caught his eye - a woman with silky dark tresses framing her face in a distinctive half-up, half-down style, short bangs sweeping across her forehead. As their gazes met briefly, a fleeting sense of mystery sparked within Izuku. Her presence here sparked unspoken questions that lingered unvoiced in the stillness of the early hour.

"Ah, you must be Izuku!" the woman said, her voice lilting with friendly recognition.

"How do you know my name?" Izuku asked, brow furrowing quizzically as he studied her unfamiliar features.

'Never mind using my first name already?'

She flashed him a sly smile. "Well, obviously you're the other Evoker around here. Ain't nobody else with that kind of powerful aura."

'Right. I'm pretty used to being barely able to see them that I'm surprised that someone was able to figure it out.'

"You know? 'I am the Evoker. Fire burns before me. Death walks behind me. In the centre, there's only me,'" she said as she recited the Evoker oath solemnly.

"Yeah, I'm familiar with the oath," Izuku affirmed. "I'm just surprised because you're the first Evoker I've encountered since awakening to my abilities. Though I can only really describe manifesting them as...playing poker, of all things."

The woman's eyes danced with intrigue. "So you channel your magic through cards, huh?"

Izuku nodded. "That's right. What about you? How do your abilities manifest?"

A faint rosy blush tinted her cheeks. "Do you promise not to laugh?"

"Of course not," Izuku assured her earnestly.

She hesitated a moment before admitting, "I see them as gems that I...sort of match up, I suppose."

Izuku couldn't resist a small chuckle at the unexpected explanation. "Match three gems? That's an interesting way to associate arcane forces with something so...simplistic."

Her eyes flashed with indignation. "And poker isn't an equally mundane comparison for summoning destructive power? Feck off, dweeb."

Izuku held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Fair point. I didn't mean any offense."

The icy tension melted as quickly as it arose. "No worries. Oh, the name's Shimura Nana, by the way. No need for formalities - just Nana is fine."

"Likewise, just Izuku for me then." He flashed her a friendly grin, any residual awkwardness fading.

As they strolled towards their classroom, Izuku found himself appreciating the easy bond developing between them. Her vibrant presence rendered the early hour almost...pleasant.

As they entered the class, which looked no different than the others, Midoriya saw someone waiting for them. The man was 6'8" tall with red hair and a red beard and mustache. He had an air of power radiating from him, instincts immediately telling Izuku it wasn't wise to get on his bad side. Not once had he felt this way in the past half a decade, not even towards ALL MIGHT.

"So, Izuku and Nana," the man's gruff baritone rumbled. "Interesting to finally meet you both. I'm Eindridi."

"Thank you, Professor Eindridi," Izuku replied automatically.

One bushy red brow arched upwards. "Just Eindridi, Izuku. This is merely a temporary...side endeavor for me."

Curiosity sparked within Izuku. "You're not planning to become a full-time instructor then?"

"No, this is simply a...favor for an old friend," Eindridi stated, his penetrating emerald gaze sweeping over to settle on Nana with tangible weight. "Aye, it's good to finally put a face to the name and lineage."

"Do you two know each other then?" Izuku asked, sensing the undercurrent of history between them.

"I do have a...connection to the Shimura line from times long passed," Eindridi confirmed with a curt nod. "I knew your father well, Nana. And your grandmother, of course."

Izuku's brows knit together at Eindridi's use of the past tense. "Knew? As in..."

"Aye," the burly man affirmed, sorrow shading his gruff tones. "He was lost in the Elesewheres, what...10 years ago now? Fought a dragon alone from what I heard. A good man who met a good death, facing that threat head on."

An appalled scowl twisted Izuku's features. "I don't think there's any such thing as a 'good death.' That's an incredibly insensitive way to discuss someone's father falling in battle, especially in front of his orphaned child."

Eindridi's jaw tightened minutely, but his expression remained impassive. "Cattle die, kinsmen die. You yourself will also die one day, lad. I know that which never dies: the judgement and legacy of every death."

Izuku regarded him with a furrowed brow. "That's...pretty bleak, isn't it? Where is that from?"

"An old adage my father was fond of repeating," Eindridi said with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders. "All will pass in this world eventually, until only your deeds and reputation remain forever."

His intense emerald gaze bored into Izuku's eyes with the weight of profound wisdom. "Evokers are the swords of mankind, Izuku. Enchanters provide the steel, Sorcerers the cunning, but when the fanged and clawed horrors emerge from the Elesewhere, we Evokers hold the line..." His voice trailed off meaningfully. "Like that Minotaur Lord you battled nearly a year ago."

Izuku's brows shot upwards in surprise. "How did you know about that?"

The burly man offered a enigmatic half-smile. "A little bird told me."

Izuku snorted softly. "I guess you're not going to elaborate on that, huh."

"Wait, Izuku, you fought an actual Minotaur Lord? Here in Japan?" Nana's eyes were wide with a mixture of disbelief and yearning admiration.

"Yeah, I guess so," Izuku confirmed with a nonchalant shrug. "Big cow thing wielding two massive axes."

Wonder tinged Nana's dulcet tones. "That's so wicked cool! And here I thought this city would be as dull as dishwater. The only notable thing I've witnessed so far was some sludge villain taking a kid hostage."

Izuku's ears pricked up at that. 'Sludge villain?' "Was that incident around a year ago as well?"

"Yeah, sounds about right," Nana replied with a slight frown, mentally rewinding the timeline. Her eyes shone with rekindled fervor. "Damn, I'm itching to tangle with a Minotaur Lord myself sometime soon!"

Eindridi made a rumbling sound of disapproval low in his broad chest. "A Minotaur Lord is perhaps overly ambitious prey for one as young and inexperienced as yourself, lass. It's a beast from the Deep Elsewhere - not the sort of quarry one would normally stumble across roaming city streets."

Izuku shot the towering man a pointed look. "There was something weird that happened when Ochaco cast a Bless spell too. Any chance that was you?"

Eindridi shook his shaggy head. "No, I had no inkling you'd encountered such a threat until well after the fact. And in any case, flashy blessings aren't really my forte - I tend more toward...lightning bolts." His lips quirked in a wry smirk. "Whatever occurred was likely the meddling of someone - or something - else entirely."

Curiosity burned in Izuku's vivid eyes. "So what exactly happened then? Any insights you can share?"

"Not a clue, I'm afraid," Eindridi rumbled. "Considering Princess Pendragon's lineage, there's no shortage of ancient Powers who might take an interest in her affairs, for better or worse." He waved one massive hand dismissively. "In any case, the overarching goal of this training regimen is to ensure the next time you cross paths with such a threat, you two are properly prepared to face it...or die trying."

"So what's the actual curriculum like then?" Izuku asked.

Eindridi's brow furrowed momentarily before comprehension lit his emerald gaze. "Ah yes, the syllabus - Sarah mentioned I should provide you with...some manner of paper detailing that." He rummaged through the satchel at his feet before extracting a sheaf of parchment and handing it to them.

Nana scanned the document, lips pursing skeptically. "Hmm...It looks like we'll be tested with midterms and finals and all that academic nonsense. Damn, feels like I'm back in some sort of fancy boarding school."

"There's mention of group projects here as well," Izuku noted, leaning over her shoulder to scrutinize the materials.

"Aye, two of them - one per semester," Eindridi affirmed with a curt nod. "I reckon the 'group' will consist of just you two upstarts for now. We can discuss the project in more depth come our next proper lesson."

Nana arched one shapely brow. "Some sort of boring academic paper to write, I'm guessing?"

Izuku shot her an askance look. "For a class teaching us to be Evokers? Somehow I doubt that."

A rakish grin curved Nana's full lips. "Yeah, you're probably right about that. We'll more likely be blowing stuff up."

"Blowing things up, hopefully," Izuku agreed with a matching boyish grin, "and maybe traveling to other realms, meeting all sorts of..." He trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Interesting new things to kill before they kill us?" Nana supplied impishly, giving his bicep a playful squeeze.

Izuku felt heat bloom in his cheeks, but matched her roguish smile. "Sounds like a plan."

Eindridi harrumphed audibly. "In any case, I'll leave you two reprobates to...strategize for now. Got some matters requiring my attention elsewhere, and all this musty study has left me parched." He turned and strode for the door, thick soled boots echoing heavily against the stone floors. "I'll see you bright and early Thursday morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!"

As soon as the heavy oak door thudded shut behind him, Nana cast a conspiratorial grin at Izuku. "Okay, the old geezer's gone for now. I think there's some sort of reception happening out on the green. With an open bar, if the flyers are to be believed..."

Izuku favored her with a reproachful look, even as the corners of his lips twitched upwards in amusement. "Nana, it's barely 7am - isn't it a little early to be looking for free booze?"

"Sun's over the yard-arm somewhere, and all this dusty stuff has..." Nana remarked, trailing off meaningfully.

"Built up a bit of thirst," Izuku supplied with an understanding nod. "Yeah, I could go for a beer or something."

A mischievous gleam danced in Nana's eyes. "Freeflow booze, mate! Uni life is all about embracing the fun while it lasts."

Izuku arched one dubious brow. "I do have another class in just a few hours though."

"Mere details!" Nana airly dismissed his concerns with a careless wave of her hand. "Nothing a little hair of the dog can't cure."

As they strolled across the verdant greens toward the open-air bar setup, Nana remarked, "Well, at least we've got one delightfully unconventional professor in Eindridi."

"Was it just me, or did he seem...intensely weird?" Izuku couldn't resist the slight furrow of his brow.

Nana snorted indelicately. "Nah, mate, he struck me as totally normal actually. Reminds me a fair bit of my old dad, truth be told."

Izuku's eyes widened with chagrin. "Ah shite, I'm sorry Nana, I didn't realize..."

But she waved off his awkward apology with a sad smile. "It's been a decade now since he passed. I still miss the old bastard, but Eindridi's right - at least he went out with a blaze of glory instead of fading away."

Izuku could only shake his head in bemused disbelief. "You both really are utterly mental, aren't you?"

"And what, you fancy yourself the lone sane man?" Nana arched one shapely brow challengingly. "How about that Minotaur Lord Eindridi mentioned - that's not exactly run-of-the-mill prey for a young buck like you."

Izuku felt his cheeks flush, but held his ground. "What about it?"

"Well, spill then!" Nana insisted, bright eyes sparking with avid curiosity. "What kind of daft fool picks a fight with an apex predator like that unless they've got a hidden death wish?"

Izuku shrugged one shoulder in a dismissive roll. "I wasn't about to just stand idly by while it threatened an innocent girl."

"Ah, so that's how you crossed paths with the Princess!" Nana's eyes danced with knowing amusement even as she sneered the honorific. "Tell me, did you really think rushing in half-cocked like that wouldn't get you killed?"

"No," Izuku admitted with a rueful grimace. "But that wasn't bravery on my part - just pure, unvarnished stupidity."

A low, rumbling chuckle escaped Nana's lips. "Well, you've definitely got the reckless Evoker spirit down pat at least. Here, have another pint and consider investing in some life insurance while you're at it."

"Probably wise advice," Izuku conceded wryly, accepting the proffered drink and taking a bracing swig. "Someone's been lecturing me about being more cautious lately too."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the free-flowing libations amidst the cheerful hubbub surrounding them. As Izuku nursed his latest beer, he noticed Nana steadily draining her mugs one after another with worrying rapidity. Even their accelerated metabolisms had their limits, after all.

After downing what must have been her eighth or ninth tankard in an hour, Nana suddenly turned to him with an inviting grin. "C'mon, let's train together for a bit! My clan owns a gym near Shizuoka Station - Clan Territory. We can get in some serious work and hit the heavy bags."

"Sounds good. I'd love rolling around on the floor with you," Midoriya told her.

Nana's grin morphed into a lascivious smirk. "In your dreams, sweet cheeks."

"We all need those,"

"Ah'm there most of the time. Though ah guess ah need to show up for lectures at some point,"

"You don't strike me as a lecture type of person," I told her.

"Ah'm nae. But ah got an order to attend these lectures. And Eindridi seemed...intriguing," she said.

Izuku hummed pensively, absently swirling the amber dregs in his glass. "He reminded me a lot of a Yakuza I met when I was trying to get some easy money for some gems," Izuku told her.

"I'll assume that wasn't exactly a reassuring comparison then?" Nana arched one russet brow questioningly.

"Not precisely, no," Izuku admitted with a rueful chuckle. "More like the sense of a terrifyingly short fuse backed by more than enough power to effortlessly crush anyone who manages to ignite it. One ill-timed quip away from finding yourself embedded in the foundations, if you get my meaning."

"Ah, so he's the type with...anger management issues?" Nana grinned impishly. "But then, who amongst us doesn't harbor a few lingering demons in that department, eh?"

A pensive frown furrowed Izuku's brow as he considered her point. "I try not to. Indulging rage in the midst of battle is about the surest path toward a swift end that I know of."

"Anger isn't just an emotion - it's the fire that fuels our existence, drives us ever onward," Nana countered with fiery conviction. "When you fight, when your blood boils hot and your heart thunders with each breath...that's the ultimate bloody rush, the pinnacle of feeling truly alive on the razor's edge!"

Izuku let out a weary sigh, downing the last swallow of his lukewarm beer in a single draught. "I'm not saying I don't understand what you mean. There have been...times when the beast takes over, when I've let the fury surge and broken my own rules about avoiding that path."

An impish grin split Nana's face, sparking with primal delight. "Ha! There, I knew you couldn't be some dusty scholar type after all! If you've tasted that dark rapture even once, you're one of us for life."

Izuku arched one meaningful brow in return. "Well, in that case, what say we make a friendly little wager on our upcoming...competition in the ring?"

Nana leaned forward with naked intrigue. "Oh? Did you have something particular in mind for a prize, sweet cheeks?"

He felt his neck warming, but forged ahead regardless. "Well, if you lose...how about putting your delightful tits on display as the winner's prize?"

A russet brow winged upwards, even as amusement and something darker, hungrier danced in Nana's gaze. "You've got a decent pair on you, lad, I'll give you that! Very well, if you manage to bloody my nose, I'll happily let the girls air out for you. But if I'm the one leaving you in a crumpled heap..." She trailed off meaningfully.

Izuku bared his teeth in a feral grin, undaunted. "Name your prize then, gorgeous."

A lascivious leer curved Nana's full lips as she leaned further across the table, allowing her low-slung vest to gape invitingly. "If I win, you owe me one decent bottle of sake. Sloshed or sober, your choice."

He could feel the heat prickling along the back of his neck, but met her sultry challenge head on. "Deal. Best two out of three falls?"

"It's a deal."

"Splendid. Let's celebrate with another libation," Nana said, retrieving the sixteenth bottle they had consumed within the past two hours.

The clinking of glass mingled with the aroma of fermented spirits as Izuku eyed the bottle, uncertain. "Are you sure you want to imbibe more? I understand our accelerated healing, but still..."

"Psh. It will be fine," she replied nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand.

"Have you heard about Booker, the one whom Eindridi is temporarily replacing?" Izuku inquired, unsure how to process the situation.

"Aye. Sounds like he came about kissing distance from the light at the end of the tunnel. He'll be fine. Eventually," Nana told him.

"You seem pretty blasé about this," Izuku remarked, eyeing her curiously.

"Look, Izuku. If ya wanted a normal life, this ain't it. Perhaps you could still walk away as a quirkless person or something. Evokers live fast, love hard, and die young. It's who we are," she explained.

'I get that, though Itsuka would have some words for her if she heard her tell me that.'

"No. It feels...right. Weird, but right," Izuku admitted, a slight furrow creasing his brow.

"See! We'll meet again in Valhalla! Kampai!" Nana cheered, raising her glass.

"Are we now blending Norse and Japanese traditions?" he asked with a bemused grin.

"Aye. Long traditions of interbreeding. Some of it even consensual. Hell, most of it even human," she said, finding irony in her words as a faint smirk played upon her lips.

"So, you're saying...your grandmother?"

"Aye. Well, most recently, at the very least. The Shimura have been using magic ever since Rome built the wall," she told him.

'Damn, talk about the history of her blood,' Izuku thought.

"Fuck 'em," Nana continued.

"Fuck...who, exactly?" Izuku asked.

"Hadrian. And the Romans. Nobunaga and shit. But most especially Arthur. And his godsdamned Court. Fuck all of them. Walking around, all high and mighty as if their shit didn't stink," she spat, her features twisting in disdain.

"Hey, Ochaco's nice. I like her," he countered.

"Ya just wanna git in her pants. Which...which I can respect. I've seen her a couple of times from afar. She ain't bad on the eyes," she admitted with a grin that turned to a look of disgust and disdain. "But she's still a fucking royal," she continued, scoffing as if saying the word 'royal' was as disgusting as bathing in manure.

"From what I've heard, her dad's no saint, at least," Izuku said, remembering Ochaco's words about her arranged marriage.

"Aye. Be careful with that one, though. He famously does not like outsiders, and from how you're talking about his daughter, she seems to like ya way too much," she warned.

"I'm not starting any trouble. But if he pushes, I'm pushing back. Hard," Izuku declared, his jaw set in determination.

"Ye'd be better off trying to punch a Dragon. Understand me, Izuku. He's dangerous. He is a Power. People still swear by the King in Exile. Ye kenna fight what's basically a full god," she cautioned him, her eyes intense.

"Ochaco doesn't feel like a god," he countered, skepticism evident in his voice.

"She's a bairn; no older than you. Her father's been studying magic since before quirks were a thing. Merlin crafted that bloodline to rule Camelot. Or so they claim, the assholes. Whether you'll win that fight...well, blood will tell. It ain't no accident. Yer being here, studying this course, is because your da' has set in motion some plan," she told me.

"So you think he's the one who had Principal Nezu create these weird classes for me?"

"Likely not the only one. Neither Eindridi nor Sarah sounds like a Japanese name, does it? Is it them specifically being here required on your da's plan? Or is it a coincidence?"

"Wait. So me being in a Hero course and the grandson of King Arthur would hate my gut because his daughter likes me is because my dad is setting this whole thing up?" Izuku asked, shocked. He knew there was some forces pulling the strings behind the scenes, but to think it was possibly this much, or that it was his own father's doing, left him unsure what to think.

"Aye. Pick the biggest fucker in the pub and try to kick him in the balls. Now ya're thinking like an Evoker," Nana cheered.

"Fuck. I need another drink," Izuku sighed, running a hand through his tousled locks.

"Here you go. Just remember what I told you," Nana said, handing him another drink.

"Which is?"

"Live fast. Die young..." she started.

"And leave a fucking mountain of corpses when you finally check out. Kampai!" Izuku finished.

"Kampai!" she echoed. They drank their thirty-fourth bottle within the span of three hours.

"Anyway, great to finally meet another Evoker around, but I really need to go since I'll still need to attend my Hero course lessons," Izuku said. "I'm also starting to feel it."

"Hah! Lightweight," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

"Just you wait, I'll be drinking you under the table one of these days," Izuku declared, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

After exchanging a quick farewell with his new acquaintance, Izuku turned away, retracing his steps towards the dorms. The day, now in full swing, beckoned him to take a shower and brush his teeth again for the next class to wash out the smell of alcohol. He started the rest of his day, with his mind occupied by the new friend he made, as determination fills him to face whatever's to come.

So that's the first-ever Evoker "class," hope you enjoyed it. The chapter is really more about Nana and Izuku than their actual class. Setting up the future lemon between them as well. Mostly because it's the first class, but also because...it's Eindridi. Also, I wonder how rough the two will go at it considering they both know they can break bones and bleed half their blood and be okay the next morning.

I was going to merge this with the Battle lesson with ALL MIGHT but decided against it, despite resulting in a shorter chapter. The next chapter will be out soon though so don't worry.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter. What do you think of it? Any feedback and questions are welcome.

Next up is, ALL MIGHT will come through the door like a normal person!