Izuku woke to the insistent beeping of his alarm, its shrill tones piercing the tranquil silence of dawn. With a deft motion, he silenced the device and began his morning routine. After a refreshing shower, he dressed himself in his crisp school uniform as the fabric whispers against his skin.

Descending to the common area, he found it nearly deserted, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene stillness. He exchanged pleasant greetings with the few early risers before making his way to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of a hearty breakfast.

As he prepared his meal, Izuku's thoughts drifted to his mother, reminiscing about the traditional Japanese breakfasts she would lovingly craft back home. Though time constraints prevented him from indulging in such an elaborate affair, he settled for the simplicity of buttered toast, the aroma of melted butter and toasted bread wafting through the air.

'I wonder if she's doing okay,' he mused, a pang of concern tugging at his heart. He knew his mother was more than capable of caring for herself, but as her son, he just couldn't help but worry.

The toaster's sharp Beep signaled the readiness of his humble meal. Without hesitation, Izuku plucked the piping hot slices from the device as the golden-brown surfaces beckons him.

"Won't you get burned doing that, Midori-bro?" Eijirou's voice cut through the silence, his eyes fixed on Izuku as he consumed the scalding toast with nonchalance.

"Nah, I'm partially resistant to the elements, so it doesn't really bother me," Izuku replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Damn, that's so cool," Eijirou said, his lips curving into a broad grin, admiration evident in his features.

"Thanks, yours is cool too," Izuku sincerely told him, acknowledging the unique abilities of his friend.

The front door swung open, and a sweaty Ochaco emerged, her skin glistening with the evidence of a rigorous training session. She exuded an aura of determination, her eyes alight with the fire of dedication.

'This slightly messy look suited her,' Izuku observed, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than intended.

"Good morning, Izuku. You were up earlier today," she greeted him, her voice warm and inviting as a radiant smile played upon her lips.

"Hey, Ochaco. Yeah, I couldn't get much sleep last night. Figured I'd get up instead. Want some toast?" he offered, gesturing towards the platter of golden slices.

"Thanks, Sir Knight. This is delicious," she said, grabbing a slice and heading to her room to prepare for the day ahead.

After about half an hour, Ochaco emerged once more, refreshed and ready, and they set off together towards the school building. The early morning air was crisp and invigorating, filling their lungs with its cool embrace.

As they walked, Ochaco regaled Izuku with tales of her latest training sessions, her enthusiasm contagious as she recounted her victories and setbacks with equal fervor. Her words painted vivid pictures, transporting Izuku into her world of sweat, steel, and unwavering determination.

Izuku listened intently, hanging on her every word as they navigated the familiar streets leading to the school. Despite the hustle and bustle of the morning commute, a cocoon of warmth and bond enveloped them, shielding them from the chaos that swirled around their intimate exchange.

Despite the bustling school grounds, a sense of peace and contentment settled over Izuku when he was with Ochaco. She was his anchor in the storm, the steady presence that grounded him even in the most turbulent of times.

As they approached the main school building, Izuku stole a glance at Ochaco, marveling at how the morning sunlight danced in her hair and lit up her eyes with a radiant glow. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her presence in his life, a warm ember flickering to life within his heart.

However, as they neared the school gate, their reverie was shattered by an unexpected sight. A group of reporters and cameras had gathered at the entrance, their presence unusual and unexpected. Ochaco's gaze mirrored Izuku's as they exchanged puzzled glances, curiosity sparking in their eyes like kindling catching flame. It was clear something out of the ordinary was unfolding.

Despite the flurry of questions swirling in their minds, Izuku and Ochaco resisted the urge to investigate further, choosing instead to focus on their classes for the day. However, the presence of the press near the school gate lingered in the back of their minds like an unresolved puzzle, tugging at their curiosity with each passing hour.

During breaks between classes, they exchanged speculative whispers, pondering the possible reasons for the media presence. Was it a celebrity visit? A school event? Or something entirely unexpected? Their conversations were hushed, yet animated, as they traded theories and hypotheses, fueling the intrigue that simmered within them.

"Good work on yesterday's Battle Trial. I saw the video and results," Aizawa's voice cut through their musings, his tone as flat and impassive as ever. "Bakugou, good work on getting your support item ready to be used at any time before even entering the building. It shows that you are not underestimating your opponent and won't go into the situation half-cocked. It was just a bad matchup for you and Todoroki," he continued, his gaze flickering towards Izuku as he addressed Bakugou. "Same goes for you, Todoroki."

"Tch," Katsuki clicked his tongue, a sound that reverberated with barely contained frustration, his brow furrowed as he grappled with the sting of defeat.

Izuku's gaze shifted to Todoroki, and he was struck by the anguish etched upon the young man's features, as if his world were crumbling to dust before his very eyes.

"Midoriya," Aizawa's voice beckoned, drawing Izuku's attention back to the present. "Don't always underestimate your opponents. Just because you know you can withstand an attack doesn't mean you should disregard it completely. I know you're tough, but you aren't invincible. You can still be injured and taken out of the fight. Also, if you'd used your fire, you could have neutralized the initial attack," he continued, his words carrying a surprising depth of insight that caught Izuku off guard. It wasn't a profound analysis, but it demonstrated that Aizawa understood what had transpired beyond the surface level.

'I guess he has the teaching position for a reason,' Izuku mused, intrigued by the other teachers' insights because, besides Aizawa, All Might, and Eindridi, he rarely saw them in the context of teaching hero-related subjects.

"Now, let's get to homeroom business. Sorry for the late notice, but today, I'll have you..." Aizawa said, his voice trailing off with a dramatic pause, his expression utterly impassive.

'...take another test?' was likely the collective thought that flickered through the minds of the students, their bodies tensing in anticipation.

"...decide on a class representative," he concluded, his face a mask of seriousness, as if oblivious to the anticipation he had built.

"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" Kirishima exclaimed, leaping to his feet and thrusting both arms skyward in an enthusiastic display.

"Me too!" Kaminari chimed in, his hand shooting up with slightly more restraint.

"I want to do it, too," Kyouka added, her earphone jacks swaying gently as she raised her hand.

"It's a job for m—" Aoyama began, gesturing to himself with his right hand while raising his left, but was promptly interrupted by Mina.

"I'll be the leader!" she declared, standing up and waving both hands energetically, a broad smile lighting up her features.

Even Katsuki wasn't immune to the allure of leadership, his hand shooting up as he shouted, "LET ME DO IT! ME!"

Amidst the clamor of voices vying for attention, Ochaco's gentle yet commanding tone cut through the din like a beacon, "How about we put it to a vote?" she suggested, her natural charisma commanding the room the moment she spoke. "That way, we can choose our class rep with no ill feelings." Her words carried a weight that none of their classmates could ignore, even the boisterous Katsuki falling silent in her presence.

They all agreed to vote, with Aizawa retreating to a corner for a well-deserved nap while they carried out the democratic process. The results were overwhelming: Ochaco received 11 votes, Izuku garnered 6, and the rest likely voted for themselves or their closest friends. Katsuki's brow furrowed in irritation, but he accepted the outcome with begrudging grace.

Sometimes, Izuku forgot that the girl he was dating was destined to be a future Queen, for he often saw her lovely, more personal side shining through the regal veneer.

Not long after, Aizawa roused himself from his slumber. Surveying the board, an expression akin to 'Yeah, that makes sense' flickered across his features as he turned to address the class once more.

"All right. This means that Pendragon will be the class president while Midoriya will be the vice-president," he announced, his tone carrying the usual sleepy cadence.

Izuku allowed the thought about the reporters to linger at the back of his mind as they transitioned into their lunch period. His group consisted of himself, Ochaco, Tenya, Eijirou, and Mina, their conversation flowing as freely as the steam rising from their steaming bowls of katsudon.

"I've been wondering this for a while now," Izuku spoke up as he savored a bite of the savory dish. "Is the Iida in your name related to the hero Ingenium?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"You're quite perceptive, Midoriya-kun," Tenya acknowledged, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in a familiar gesture. "Yes, my family has been heroes for generations, and I'm the second son," he elaborated, a hint of pride seeping into his words. "Do you know the Turbo Hero, Ingenium? He's my elder brother!" he proclaimed, rising to his feet and striking a heroic pose, hands planted firmly on his hips.

"Man, that's cool," Izuku told him, genuine admiration coloring his tone. "As for me, I'm not exactly sure who my father is."

"You don't?" Kirishima asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah, apparently, I'm only this powerful because of him, but I'm still unsure of his identity," Izuku replied, a hint of wistfulness tingeing his voice.

*RIIIINGGGG*

"An alarm!?" Izuku exclaimed, his body tensing instinctively.

"There has been a Level 3 Security Breach! All students, please evacuate outdoors promptly. I repeat..." A loud announcement echoed through the cafeteria, its urgency reverberating off the walls.

"What's a Security Level 3?" Tenya inquired, turning to the student next to him with a perplexed expression.

"It means that someone is trespassing on school grounds! I've never seen anything like this in the three years I've been here!" the student replied.

"Sir Knight!" Ochaco's voice rang out, drawing Izuku's attention. Her eyes burned with determination, intent on apprehending the intruder.

"No need to tell me! Lead the way!" Izuku responded, his own resolve steeling in the face of adversity.

"Okay. Iida, go find Yaoyorozu and ask for a megaphone. Tell the rest of the students not to panic because it's just the media outside," Ochaco instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "If you can't find her, then find Jirou. I apologize, but we really need to go."

"R-Roger!" Tenya answered, snapping a crisp salute.

Ochaco and Izuku surged forward, driven by a sense of urgency as they made their way toward the source of the disturbance. As they approached, they caught sight of a light-blue-haired figure who had infiltrated the school grounds. He stood with an air of nonchalance, clutching a paper between his index finger and thumb. Intrigued and wary, they moved closer, ready to confront the trespasser and uncover the reason for his presence.

Izuku was about to unleash a preemptive attack, intent on incapacitating the man first and asking questions later, when he was suddenly sent flying by an unseen force.

*BAM*

Izuku crashed through the wall, his body hurtling across the track and field area before landing in a heap. The impact was jarring, enough to rattle his bones but not enough to draw blood. As he raised his head, he found himself the subject of countless wide-eyed stares from the press Ochaco had mentioned earlier.

'That hit like a bitch,' he thought, shrugging off the prying eyes of the media as he rose to his feet and leapt back through the gaping hole he had created, irritation simmering in his veins.

Re-entering the school, he found Ochaco standing where the blue-haired intruder had been moments before, but the man himself had vanished without a trace.

"What happened here?" Izuku asked, confusion furrowing his brow as he surveyed the scene.

"After you were attacked, I saw a dark figure send a punch my way. I was going to counterattack, but it was absorbed by something. Perhaps someone with a quirk," Ochaco explained, her voice laced with frustration.

"IZUKU! ARE YOU OKAY!?" Itsuka and Yui's voices rang out in unison, the two girls sprinting towards them. Their gazes traveled from the gaping hole in the wall to Izuku's dirtied clothes.

"I'm fine. It'll take more than that to take me down," he assured them, brushing off their concern with a confident smile. "More importantly, where were you?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he realized they should have been among the first to respond to the intrusion.

"I came straight here after calming the students in the cafeteria. What happened here?" Itsuka asked, gesturing towards the gaping hole and Izuku's disheveled appearance.

Izuku and Ochaco recounted the events in detail, providing a vivid description of the mysterious intruder and the peculiar forces that had sent Izuku hurtling through the wall. As their tale unfolded, Itsuka and Yui's expressions morphed from concern to grim determination.

Following their discussion, a silent consensus settled over the group – they needed to report their findings directly to Principal Nezu without delay.

"Thank you for reporting this promptly, everyone. We promise we'll take action, but for now, you should go ahead and continue with your classes," Principal Nezu said, setting down his teacup and regarding them with a steady gaze.

Back in class, they found Aizawa standing before the podium, his posture suggesting he was about to make an announcement.

"For today's Basic Heroics Class, it has turned into a class with three instructors: All Might, me, and one more person," he declared, his voice carrying its usual deadpan delivery.

'Turned into'? It means this wasn't the original plan. Is it because of the intruder? That would make sense.

"What will we be doing?" Sero inquired, raising his left hand to catch the teacher's attention.

Aizawa held up a card bearing the word 'RESCUE' and announced, "Disasters, Shipwrecks, and Everything in-between: Rescue Training!"

"You can decide if you want to wear your costume or not this time," he informed them, raising the remote to display the briefcases containing their costumes, labeled based on their student numbers. Izuku's was number 18. "Because there are probably costumes that limit your abilities, too."

"The training will take place off-campus, so we're taking a bus. That's all. Start getting ready!" Aizawa declared before striding toward the door, leaving the students buzzing with anticipation.

The prospect of rescue training ignited a spark of excitement within Izuku. While he excelled in combat scenarios, the opportunity to hone his skills in a different arena was an enticing challenge. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he made his way to the designated changing area, his mind already whirring with potential strategies and approaches.

As he donned his costume, the familiarity of the fabric against his skin brought a sense of comfort and purpose. He could feel the weight of his role settling upon his shoulders, a mantle he bore with pride and determination.

Emerging from the changing area, he was met by the familiar sight of his classmates in their own heroic garb, each costume a unique expression of their individual personalities and quirks.

Izuku's gaze sought out Ochaco, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in her regal bearing, her costume accentuating her natural grace and strength. In that moment, he was reminded of the extraordinary woman he had fallen for.

The students filed onto the bus, their chatter filling the confined space with a buzzing energy. Initially, Tenya suggested organizing themselves by student number, but they quickly realized that the layout of the seats rendered this impractical. So, they decided to forgo rigid structure and sit wherever they pleased, allowing the natural ebb and flow of camaraderie to guide their choices.

As they settled into their seats, Izuku mentioned to Iida an intriguing tidbit about airline boarding procedures. "The method of grouping and assigning seats used in airports is actually one of the slowest possible," he explained, his words carrying a slight edge of amusement. "It's designed to widen the convenience gap between first-class and economy passengers."

This revelation came as a shock to Iida, his brow furrowing as Izuku elaborated, "Boarding airlines would be much faster if people were allowed to sit wherever they wanted, rather than following the current system."

"I say whatever comes to mind, Midoriya-chan," Tsuyu's voice cut through the chatter, her smile disarming and genuine.

"Yes, Asui-san?" he prompted her to continue.

"Call me Tsu-chan," she said.

"All right, Tsu-chan," Izuku agreed, playing along.

"Your Quirk's just like ALL MIGHT's," she observed, her tone carrying a hint of awe. "You're also huge, just like him. In fact, you're bigger," she continued, seemingly unaware of the implications of her words.

"Oh, I guess. I got the tall trait from my father," Izuku explained, a wistful note underlying his words. Despite not being entirely sure of his father's identity, it was evident that the trait couldn't have come from his mother's side.

"As for my quirk, it's called Energy Manipulation. I can utilize the energy I possess to convert it into various forms, such as kinetic energy, fire, or even lightning," he continued, opting not to mention the Poison aspect of his abilities, as it would complicate the explanation within the context of Energy Manipulation.

"Oh, yeah. Aizawa-sensei did mention the fire earlier. Why did you not use it against Bakugou and Todoroki?" Eijirou chimed in, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow.

"To be honest, it's pretty hard to control at low output. If I used the fire, it's very easy to imagine the building collapsing, so I avoid using it unless I'm willing to either take a life or certain the other person can survive it," Izuku elaborated, his words carrying a weight that silenced the others momentarily.

"Damn, that's so MANLY! Imagine being able to unironically say that you're too awesome to take them at full power," Eijirou exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration.

"Yours is awesome too, Kirishima-kun. It's a quirk that will serve you well as a pro. Lots of people may underestimate you, but I'm sure you'll save countless lives using your quirk," Izuku assured him, his words ringing with sincerity. Eijirou teared up slightly and muttered 'So MANLY' under his breath, overcome with emotion.

'Sorry, dude. I don't swing that way,' Izuku thought to himself, silently acknowledging the boundaries of their friendship while appreciating the depth of Eijirou's admiration.

"My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength," Yuga boasted, resting his head on both his hands with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"But it's not that great since it gives you a stomachache," Mina chimed in, patting him on the shoulder with a teasing grin.

"Well, if you're talking about flashy and strong, Todoroki and Bakugou also fall under that umbrella, huh?" Eijirou remarked, his gaze flickering towards the two boys in question. Shoto appeared to be asleep, his features relaxed, while Katsuki wore his ever-present scowl, his brow furrowed in a perpetual display of grumpiness.

"Bakugou-chan is always mad, so he doesn't seem like he'll be popular, though," Tsuyu remarked, her words carrying a playful lilt that immediately provoked a reaction from the explosive teen.

"WHAT THE HELL! YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" Katsuki bellowed, his outburst echoing through the confines of the bus, drawing exasperated looks from his seatmate, Kyouka.

"See?" Tsuyu pointed at him with a smirk, vindicated by Bakugou's volatile response.

"We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage," Denki chimed in, pointing at the raging blond with a mischievous grin.

"WHAT'S WITH THAT VOCABULARY, BASTARD?! I'LL KILL YOU!" Katsuki shouted, his temper flaring like a wildfire in response to Denki's taunt, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"We're here! Stop messing around!" Aizawa's voice cut through the commotion, his tone brooking no argument as he stood and grasped the stanchions to maintain his balance as the bus came to a halt.

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison, the playful banter evaporating in an instant as they prepared themselves for the upcoming class.

After disembarking, they were greeted by another pro hero, the Space Hero: Thirteen. Her costume was a study in contrasts, consisting of a white space suit design accented by a puffy jacket instead of an actual suit, a black helmet with white eyes, and a pair of yellow boots. Despite her eccentric appearance, an aura of accomplishment and experience radiated from her form, commanding respect from the assembled students.

With a deep breath, Izuku steeled himself for the challenges to come, his mind sharpening its focus as he prepared to absorb every lesson, every nugget of wisdom that Thirteen had to offer.

Her costume consists of a white space suit design using what appears to be a puffy jacket instead of an actual suit, a black helmet with white eyes, and a pair of yellow boots

"Everyone, I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival," Thirteen greeted them warmly as they entered the cavernous building, her voice reverberating off the vast walls.

"Oh, by the Horned Lord almighty! Thirteen is my favorite hero," Ochaco exclaimed, her voice ringing with genuine excitement, much to Izuku's amusement. One wouldn't guess she was a princess based on her unrestrained reaction.

"Oh, Horned Lord almighty! Thirteen is my favorite hero," Ochaco exclaimed with excitement, her reaction amusing me because you wouldn't guess she was a princess based on how she reacted

"This is a training ground that I created, featuring various types of accidents and disasters," Thirteen explained, gesturing widely with her arms to encompass the sprawling scenery around them.

'WHAT!? 'She made it'? Seriously, how!?' Izuku thought, his eyes bulging in disbelief. Her quirk was nowhere near relevant enough to create such an elaborate simulation, even creatively, and he was fairly certain she didn't possess a Spark. What was going on? Surely, she must have meant she had it constructed by others.

"It's called the Unforeseen Simulation Joint! USJ for short!" Thirteen announced proudly, striking a dramatic pose to emphasize the name.

"Thirteen, where is ALL MIGHT?" Aizawa inquired, striding towards her with a sense of purpose. "He was supposed to meet us here."

"About that..." she began, leaning in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "It appears he engaged in too much hero work on his way here and ran out of time. So he's resting in the lounge."

'Huh? Is something wrong with ALL MIGHT? What does she mean by ran out of time?' Izuku pondered, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's the height of irrationality," Aizawa remarked, letting out a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his troubles, clearly troubled by the absence of the number one hero. "It can't be helped. Let's begin."

"Before we start, let me say one thing, or two...three...four...five...six...seven..." Thirteen muttered, her uncertainty evident as she tried to determine how many points she wanted to address.

"Everyone, I'm sure you are aware of my quirk, Black Hole," she began, holding up her hand to emphasize her point. "I can suck up anything and turn it to dust."

"You have been able to use that Quirk to save people from all kinds of disasters, right?" Izuku chimed in, stifling a laugh as he noticed Ochaco nodding her head enthusiastically in agreement.

"Yes, but it's a power that can kill easily," she answered solemnly, her tone grave and serious.

"Some of you possess quirks of that nature, do you not?" she continued, prompting Izuku to consider his own formidable abilities. "In a superhuman society, personal quirks have been certified and heavily regulated, so that doesn't seem to be a problem at first glance," she explained.

"But please do not forget... that there are many quirks that can easily kill with one wrong step," she cautioned them. "With Aizawa's physical fitness test, you discovered the potential of your hidden powers. And with ALL MIGHT's person-to-person training battle trial, I believe you experienced the danger of using those powers against others," she elaborated.

"This class is a fresh start. You shall learn how to use your quirks to save people's lives. You do not have powers so you can harm others. I hope you leave here with the understanding that you have powers to help others," she imparted to them, her words carrying an inspiring weight.

"Okay, let's..." Aizawa began, but his words were abruptly cut off as the lights of USJ flickered and died with a spark, and the fountain started malfunctioning, water spilling erratically.

"It's the trespasser!" Ochaco alerted the rest of them, and Izuku immediately rushed to the front, his body tense and ready. Whatever was unfolding, he knew he had to step up—he was the toughest one there, so he would be their shield.

As an ominous dark cloud spread throughout the center of USJ, Izuku couldn't shake the feeling that it was the individual with the warping quirk Ochaco had mentioned.

As an ominous dark cloud spread throughout the center of USJ, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was the individual with the warping quirk Ochaco had mentioned

Then, from within the swirling darkness, emerged a man with light-blue hair. Izuku hadn't noticed before, but he found this individual downright unsettling, with severed hands clinging to his limbs and face in a grotesque display. Following him was a creature with an exposed brain, black skin, and a beak that resembled a bird's more than a human's mouth, complete with sharp teeth.

I hadn't noticed before, but this guy was downright creepy, with severed hands holding onto his limbs and face

Then, dozens of people of all shapes and sizes began to walk out of the cloud. 'If I had to guess, they were villain lackeys,' Izuku thought, readying himself for battle as adrenaline coursed through his veins.

There you have it, folks! The first part that leads to the USJ encounter. I'm already in the process of writing the second part so that will come out relatively soon so stay tuned!

In this part, I started trying to give more descriptions so I apologize if some of it ended up being awkward. This is still my first story. 😅

How'd you people like it? Feel free to ask me questions or give feedback if you have any.