Consequences

The last thing Aizawa expected was All-Might to storm into the teacher's lounge after his first Heroic Class fuming. He would assume that the big blonde buffoon would come in with a look that being a teacher was more than he expected. All-Might looked around, and when his gaze focused on Aizawa, the man took notice.

"I want Shinso removed from the hero course and his probationary seat given to another student." All-Might bellowed. "Bakugo is to be suspended, given detention, and thorough mental evaluation before he is re-admitted into the hero course."

"Whoa," Aizawa said, bristling. He had chosen Shinso, and All-Might better have a good reason for coming in and throwing around such demands. "You can make the demand, but…"

"I just sent you the video," All-Might said.

Aizawa didn't roll his eyes, but he pulled up the video feed, unlike the one the students heard in the observation room, which was uninterrupted. Aizawa was so taken aback by the video that he didn't even notice Midnight coming over to watch over his shoulder; as she was one of the school counselors, she wanted an idea of what had angered All-Might so much.

Midnight was pleased with the earnest nature that All-Might had decided to tackle as a teacher; she was just one of his peers that he had arranged to sit down with and receive her advice and mentorship regarding being an educator. His desire to do this job right was sweet in her eyes. He was not nearly as dumb as people assumed. He was unaccustomed to teaching anyone; he often worked independently, even when a larger group of heroes was called for an assignment. Endeavor and He were usually put into squads alone to handle situations, All-Might especially.

One thing that always amazed Midnight and that she found amazing and slightly infuriating is that he never seemed out of his depth. Regardless of whatever insane task he was assigned during those assignments, he would smile and tell the other heroes it would be handled. And it was; confidence was sexy, and being a capable, strong, honest, and earnest hero was terrific. She made sure that he knew how appreciative she was.

When the video ended, "What he did was atrocious," Midnight said. "None of the other students will trust him, and he has just dug an ever-bigger hole for himself. None of his actions hint at being a good fit for the hero course."

"I want to argue about the test being unfair, his first heroic class," Aizawa said. "Let's suspend him, do a full evaluation, and see if anything is worth salvaging." He looked to All-Might.

"I disagree with him not being removed," All-Might said. "If he even falters, then I will have to insist. I understand that the lad may have had a rough time growing up, and regardless of his "dream," if he cannot conduct himself properly in a classroom, he has no place in the field. Until the evaluation is completed, he will not be allowed to participate in heroics class, but he may observe."

"Your objections are noted," Aizawa said, rubbing his nose, "They will both serve a two-day suspension and one-week detention and must attend and clear a mandatory psychological evaluation. To be allowed to continue in the hero course."

Bakugo

"Are you shitting me?" he said, stunned, standing before Aizawa. "That little bastard…"

"Shinso has been suspended for his actions and will face disciplinary action," Aizawa said, cutting him off. "Your anger at the situation, while justified, did not excuse your actions after the fact; if you had left it at simply a punch in the mouth, this might have been a different conversation. You appeared ready to use your quirk to his face at point-blank range. When stopped by your classmates, you were ready to attack them."

"That damn extra cost me the match and made me look like a fool," Bakugo growled. "Those stupid girls were in my way! All these damn extras are getting in the way of my destiny."

"And that destiny is?" Aizawa said, feeling a migraine coming on.

"I am the next number one hero," Bakugo seethed. "They better acknowledge me and get out of my way."

"Okay…wow," Aizawa said. "Listen carefully, Mr. Bakugo; no class member is an extra in whatever delusional fantasy you are trying to live. You are not even the top-ranked student in your class. You will not go far, degrading all those around you in hopes of propping up your fragile ego. When you return from suspension, you will serve weeks of detention and attend a mandatory psychological evaluation."

"This is utter bullshit," Bakugo roared.

"No, Mr. Bakugo, what is utter bullshit is someone thinking that everyone around them is somehow beneath them and showed bow down to them," Aizawa said. "The current number one hero in the country, a man who holds that title by a large margin, doesn't even make that claim, and with how long he has held that rank, he has the right to." Bakguo fell silent. "You are not even close to being in that category, and with how you proceed, you will be lucky to find your way to staying in the hero course, let alone graduating." Bakugo was about to yell something when Aizawa's glare shut him down. "I suggest you shut up and walk out before I remove you from the hero course right here and now."

Bakugo turned and stomped out of the room, his hand popping as he ground his teeth.

Hitoshi

"I bet that I am the only one being punished," he said under his breath. "No way any of the golden children would get in trouble."

"Mr. Shinso, you and Mr. Bakugo are both being suspended and will be serving detention," Aizawa replied. "What are you going on about? Golden Children?"

"THE ENTRANCE EXAM IS BYIST!" Hitoshi said, half out of his seat. "YOU SAID SO YOURSELF!"

"And yet Ms. Hagakure managed to pass the exam," Aizawa said. "Being Invisible does not grant super strength, speed, or toughness. I agree with your statement that the test is biased; that was why I created a probationary seat so those like you could have a direct route to the hero course."

"Yet I have to work harder than them even to get a chance!" Hitoshi said bitterly.

"If the work is too difficult, step aside, and I am sure there are others who would love to be in your place," Aizawa said. "A flashy quirk does not guarantee you access to the hero course; everyone in that class has worked hard to be in there; those dealt a difficult lot in life have struggled to find their place in that class just because you didn't win the lottery on a "flashy" quirk you have neither put in the work or the dedication to earn a position in that class. You are there for your potential, the potential I see in you."

"I will not hold your hand or coddle you. Either you decide to act like a hero student, or you can return to general studies and take your chances at the sports festival," Aizawa said. "They put in the work before they even got here, don't you forget that. You couldn't even be bothered to do that."

"Fine," Hitoshi said before getting up and storming out.

Hitoshi grabbed his bags and left campus, making his way home; as he sat on the train, he sighed. None of them understand, he thought. I have to succeed, and I have to become a pro-hero. Prove all those who said I would never amount to anything wrong.

Sighing, he took the bus to the end of the line and went to the bus stop; the sun had long retreated. Not only was his day longer as a probationary student he didn't even have a damn dorm assignment; coupled with having to get healed after that dumb son of a bitch attacked him, he was running even later than usual.

He saw that an older man was sitting on the bench; he was in great shape; as Hitoshi got closer, he could see that the man was wearing a nice black suit; it was older, but it still looked good; he had on black wraparound sunglasses, and a walking stick rested in his hand. The man was blind, his face was scared all over from what Hitoshi could see, and a breathing mask was connected to a small portable machine at his side.

Hitoshi took his seat and just sighed. "A mighty sigh there," the man said. His voice trembled slightly with age but was still solid and commanding. Hitoshi wondered what kind of beast this man would have been in his prime. "Care to share the weight you carry?"

"What does it matter?" Hitoshi said it came out a bit more tart than he intended. This blind older man had done nothing to him. "I apologize, sir; I did not mean that; that was rude."

"I understand there, young man," he replied. "Sometimes the weight of the world just comes crashing down on you. Those with life so easy don't understand the struggle of those who had to fight and claw for everything they have."

"Exactly, they have just had everything handed to them; they don't have any worries or care. Just laughing and caring while the rest of the world fights to have something to eat at the end of the day," Hitoshi said.

The man gave a hearty laugh before a terrible racking cough took over; he grabbed a handkerchief from his jacket and held it to his mouth. When he pulled it away, Hitoshi saw blood. "Are you okay, sir?"

"No," the man said tucking the handkerchief away.

"How did you get those scars?" Hitoshi said without thinking. "I am so sorry, sir; I didn't mean to ask such a personal question."

"Do not fret, young man," the old man replied. "When I was younger, a man came and tried to take my family from me; he coveted my wife and children, and he dazzled her with money and false promises. We were simple folk from the country; I loved my wife and thought she loved me. But this man would not let go; like a fool, I decided to fight him, and he disfigured me, taking my sight and my wife in the process."

"That is horrible," Hitoshi said. "Did you press charges?"

"I tried, but he had money. I was nothing," the sadness and hurt in the old man's voice. "I was in the streets waiting to die, then he found me."

"Who?" Hitoshi said.

"He is called Shorai, after the poor man who gave shelter to a god traveling in disguise," the old man said.

"What did he do?" Hitoshi asked.

"He made me strong," the old man said. "He gave me power!"

"How?" Hitoshi said.

"He gave me a second quirk," the old man whispered. "It was painful; I nearly killed me; many cannot bear the pain and die."

"Is he real," Hitoshi said. "Does he exist?"

"I can take you to him if you want?" the old man said. "One so young may just be the one to show all those born with a golden spoon the folly of their ways. That us little people will not be spat upon and thank them for making it rain."

"Do you think he will help me?" Hitoshi whispered.

"I believe he will, young man; what is your name?" the old man asked.

"Hitoshi Shinso."

"A good, strong name; I am Rosuto Souru. Help this old man home," he said as the bus arrived. Hitoshi did as he was asked.

Dorms

"So, did you want to go get that shampoo tonight?" Izuku asked Kyoka, who was in the kitchen getting a drink.

"If we can do it today?" Kyoka said, twirling one of her jacks. "I want to wash my hair in the morning."

"Okay, how about after dinner?" Izuku said.

"Do the buses run that late?" she questioned.

"Bus? I have a motorcycle," he said with a smile. "Don't worry, I have an extra helmet." He bounded up the stairs while Kyoka blushed slightly.

"Of course he does," she whispered.

After he changed, he went and knocked on Momo's door; she smiled, seeing him darkening her doorway; she pulled him inside and gave him a quick kiss before she grabbed her bag. "We supposed to meet in the common room to study," she said when she turned and saw him standing before her.

"Uh-huh," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her; it was passionate and much deeper than the kiss she gave him.

"Oh, Izuku," she moaned as he began to kiss her neck, then stumbled back, falling upon her massive bed. Her leg went over his hip; his hand snaked up her thigh, finding the bare skin left by her thigh-high stockings; it crept further towards her backside. Her eyes widened as he squeezed it, and her hips bucked involuntarily against him. He took her arms and pinned them above her head with one hand. She moaned so deliciously when he started to kiss her again, trailing to her chin and then her neck. His hand removed itself from her ass; she looked at him with pure lust as he undid the first button of her shirt, then the second. Momo's impressive blossom is becoming more and more revealed. He kissed the top of her chest, and they locked eyes; she bit her lip and nodded; another button came undone, then another. Her nipples stood erect against the black lace of her bra; she could feel his breath through the lace, his mouth closed over her left nipple. She bit her lip to contain her moan of pleasure. Her other leg hooked around his waist, "More," she begged him. He obliged with the right breast, and she ground against him.

The sudden knock at the door made them freeze, "Momo, are you going to come down to study?" Haru called out.

"I will be down in a minute; I am just changing," she said.

"Okay, see you down there," Haru said.

Izuku and Momo pouted as he released her arms, and she let her legs fall away. "I should go," he whispered.

"I wish you didn't have to," Momo purred. "That felt amazing." Her arms went around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss that left them breathless. Izuku listened at the door before slipping out unseen. Momo wanted to kick her friend but was thankful that Haru had interrupted them before they went too far.

After studying with the majority of the class a brief yell of "Fuck off" from Bakugo, the class all sat down to eat dinner. Sato had prepared a delicious curry. Still, the super large pot was empty by the end of dinner as nearly everyone went back for a minimum of seconds, with some even going back for thirds. Kyoka changed from her uniform into black leather pants, a purple Deep Dope shirt, a tiny bit of makeup, and black boots. Itsuka bit her lip when she and Izuku left the dorms to get "shampoo."

"Okay, someone needs to stop him," Mineta muttered.

"You shouldn't wait too long," Momo whispered to Itsuka, who nodded.

Kyoka and Izuku

It wasn't Kyoka's first time on the back of a bike, but her first time with someone other than her father, let alone a boy her age. He was a charming boy who seemed to have an air of calm about him; his white hair caught her attention, and then his large green eyes. He looked innocent, almost like a white rabbit caught by surprise, but the way he moved was nothing like a rabbit. When she saw him with Uraraka, the way his face lit up, the free display of his emotions. Then there was the battle trial today, where he handled the fight with them and made Manami a part of the plan, allowing the girl to shine. However, Kyoka did get soaked in disgusting stagnant water.

It wasn't a bad trade-off for what she was experiencing now. He could feel how stiff and firm his muscles were and had the physique she liked. She wasn't into someone with big muscles, but they had to be in shape, and she could tell that he was from his hero costume now; getting to hold on to him while they rode was checking that box. When they cleared the school and took off, she gasped and held on tight, not ready for the speed, even though he told her to hold on.

How they glided through the streets made her think of a dolphin in the ocean. It didn't feel reckless or dangerous; he felt in complete control, and she felt safe. Her grip relaxed.

"This is fun," she said through the coms in their helmets.

"It is," he replied, "It is one of the things I enjoy the best, especially when you ride up the coast; sometimes, the way the sun hits the water is breathtaking."

Kyoka felt bold, "You have to show me sometime."

"Bet," he said. "Hey, I was wondering if you could show me how to play the guitar?"

"You want to learn?" she said. "What will you be, the guitar-playing motorcycle bad boy?"

"Maybe not the bad boy," he laughed. "But I think it would be fun to know how. You don't have to if you don't want to."

Thankful he couldn't see her, "No, I can do that. Once we figure out our schedules, you aren't dousing me in dirty water."

"Sorry about that," he laughed; the richness of it made Kyoka feel warm. "Besides, I will leave the dog house after we buy this shampoo."

"That you are, sir," she replied. "That was pretty cool, Izuku."

"What was?"

"How did you include Manami in your plans? You made her feel important and part of the plan, not just an afterthought," Kyoka responded.

"I wasn't trying to be cool; I just wanted her to know that she is more than her quirk. We all are. As part of the ARC class, she wants to be a hero; that means she had it rough, something happened, or someone took advantage of her," Izuku said.

"You seem to know the ARC class very well," Kyoka said after a brief pause.

"I tested out of school a year early after I got an offer from Aizawa to train and take the recommended exam; while I was at U.A., I was in the ARC class for the book learning part. They are all good people; just like I said before, they just had a shitty hand or situation dealt to them. If they were ignored and left on the street or lost in the system, I could see them having to resort to villainy or someone taking further advantage of them," Izuku added.

"A lot of people don't have the right support systems to handle when things go wrong; the system fails them," Kyoka said.

"Damn right," he said. "I have been very blessed, even with the bad. I have had those around me to lift me back up and get me right."

"Me too," Kyoka added. "My parents have always supported me, even when I didn't know what I wanted or how I would get there."

"They sound like good people," he said as they sadly pulled into the store.

They walked in, and he followed her to the shampoo aisle; pulling out a small list, he began to look for a few things the others had asked him to pick up while he was out, simple things they had either forgotten or ran out of. He saw the candy apples and grabbed a few for his Unicorn, two large Symphony bars for Haru, Coffee Caramels for Itsuka, Macadamia Nuts for Momo, and Mochi for Ochaco; he hoped she still liked them. Himiko got her black liquorish, Aisha her jelly beans, and Cassandra a bag of Starburst. Last, he grabbed energy drinks and Izuku's kryptonite peanut butter cups.

"Holy cow, Cauliflower, are you buying for an army?" Kyoka said, walking up and holding her shampoo.

"Just a small one," he smirked. "When they all snap, I want them to remember who bought them candy."

"Thanks for the candy," Kyoka whispered, making them laugh. He saw her reach for a candy bar with coconut; he snagged it first.

"My treat," he smiled.

"Thank you, Izuku," she smiled with a slight blush. They paid, and he pulled out a backpack and loaded their haul. Kyoka slipped in on, and they raced back to school. They continued to talk on the way back, getting to know each other more; she never thought she would be so happy to get bathed in dirty water.

Kyoka thanked him and returned to the dorms while he diverted to 1-B to pass out the goodies he had picked up for his friends there. Cassandra surprised him by kissing his cheek when he presented her with Starburst. Himiko asked to run away with him, and Aisha smiled and thanked him. Bob carefully took the candy apples as if handling a national treasure. Izuku visited briefly before excusing himself to return to the dorms.

Haru and Momo were thankful for their treats; Ochaco blushed, whispering, "You remembered," as she took the Mochi.

"Of course I did," Izuku said, rubbing his head. "I was more afraid that you had outgrown it."

"One does not outgrow Mochi!" she said sternly before giggling. "Thank you Izuku."

"You're welcome," Izuku responded. "Where is Itsuka? I have something for her as well."

"In her room, I believe," Momo responded.

Izuku smiled and bounded up the stairs, declaring he would return soon.

Itsuka Kendo

She was texting with Reiko and Set about her dilemma when there was a knock at the door, "Who is it?"

"It is Izuku. May I enter?" he called back.

Itsuka looked around the room, quickly grabbing some dirty clothes, tossing them in the hamper, and closing the closet. "Come in," she said, trying to sound casual.

Super Slap: He is here.

Splitter: Seize the day!

Poltergeist: Oh my, be brave, my friend!

Izuku stepped in, "Hello, Itsuka, I brought something for you," he said with a smile, the door drifting closed behind him. He extended the bag of coffee caramel, which was her favorite brand.

"Oh, thank you, Izuku," she said, taking the bag. "How was the trip?"

"Nice," he replied, looking around the room, trying not to notice Itsuka in a pair of cloth shorts that were highlighting her muscular and toned legs, much in the way the black tank top did the same for her arms and shoulders, plunging to the perfect depth to display her lovely bust. The redness of her cheeks seemed more like makeup than the blush it was. "We talked and got to know each other some more. She plays guitar; I am going to take some lessons."

"Guitar and a motorcycle," Itsuka teased.

"Yup, a guitar-playing, motorcycle-riding, nonbad boy," Izuku smirked.

"Non bad boy?" Itsuka said, summoning her bravery and stepping closer.

"I…um…yea can't be a bad boy," Izuku said. "My mom might kill me." He gulped as she stepped even closer.

"I think it might be too late," Itsuka said.

"What do you mean?" Izuku said, looking past her to avoid looking down at her top.

"A good boy would at least have the decency to look me in the eye," Itsuka said; she was right against him. Izuku gulped and looked into her eyes. One of the things he had not addressed with most people was the increase in his senses as he had ranked up. His senses bordered on a quirk-enhanced level, so even looking into her eyes, he could see…things very well. "I like good boys," she purred.

Itsuka summoned everything she could; she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She tried her best to convey all her passion and desire, all the pent-up emotions she had been dealing with, especially since that faux date. She felt him stiffen; she began to panic that she had made a mistake, and then he started to kiss her back; she melted into his embrace and passion that he was returning to her; they stood there for 5 minutes just kissing, the kiss deepening over time. When they finally broke apart, she was happy to see a blissful look on his face. "Thanks for the candy," she whispered as he stumbled out the door. Once he was gone, she jumped up and down, pumping her fist into the air and quietly screaming, "Oh yeah!" She didn't know that he had heard it all.

Super Slap: I KISSED HIM!

Her phone began to explode.

Izuku walked downstairs and managed to contain the goofy look as he hit the stairs. However, somehow, Momo and Haru gave him a knowing smirk.