Phenomenal Excelsior: Quite a brilliant way to have Mineta leave the hero course. Transfer to another school with it's own hero course. Genki will now share the ups and downs of being a Class 1-A student.

NeoNazo356: Yeah, that's something I wanted to do different in my story. Anyone can make a class of 20 into 21, but I decided to work within pre-existing limitations. While I could deviate from the Canon, a good balance can be found between leaving the lines and coloring within them. And plus, even if other people have written in someone else winning the Sports Festival and making it into the Hero Course, I doubt they've written anyone out like I have.

*MHA*

"Phew… Made it…" Genki sighed as he set down his phone, having just-received confirmation from his chosen Support Company that his costume had been completed, and was now in-transit to Yuuei; it would arrive in time for any afternoon coursework in which it would be required.

As-humble as his Quirk made him, or rather, as humble as society forced him to be because of the connotations of his Quirk, even he would be embarrassed if he had to take part in a Hero Course informatics exercise and be the only one bereft of a costume.

Designing the costume had actually been pretty easy. All he had to do was combine elements from both his parents' Hero Costumes since his functional needs were identical, and then forward it to the same manufacturer since they specialized in costumes that dealt with liquid or otherwise viscous bodily secretions.

After that came procuring Support Items.

Genki had been completely fine with accepting Mei's products as-was, maybe with an added coat of paint so it'd coordinate well with his costume, but the eccentric inventor insisted on custom-tooling everything for his build and his build alone. To that end the girl subjected him to many physical rigors to determine his limits of articulation, strength, speed, and his other Quirk-related factors since she intended to not only make everything lighter, but with stronger and more-exotic materials as well since she was stepping out of the prototyping stage to make Support Items for a now-famous up-and-coming Hero.

By some strange coincidence, Mei had him go through an almost exact duplicate of Aizawa's Quirk Assessment Test from the beginning of the year, though Genki wouldn't learn of that until much later.

Partway through the process, Genki noticed that Mei was getting a little personal, but the pinkette repeatedly assured him it was all "part of the creative process", maintaining a straight face even as she fondled his chorded muscles.

Since the girl created such amazing gear, he couldn't really argue with that sentiment since her eccentricity garnered results; although he still wasn't sure how to feel about the fondling.

It was one thing to be fondled by his Onee-samas since he knew them from his prepubescence. It was quite another to be fondled repeatedly and very thoroughly by a girl he'd only just met.

At least the inventive girl knew to stay away from his crotch.

Even if she almost crossed the line a time or two.

Of course, that wasn't all he'd been doing over the past two days.

After getting into the Hero Course and weathering the storm of congratulations from his friends and extended family, he then had to endure the coddling and subsequent "marshmallow hell" that came with having an army of Onee-samas that knew where he lived.

He'd had five years to get used to such treatment, but once puberty hit, things started getting a little… weird, to say the least.

He was-of-course relentlessly teased for his physical... ahem, cues, but that was a story for another day.

Moving on, or rather, moving out was the next course of action he had to take.

Since he was now part of the Hero Course, a curriculum which was more-intensive than the General, his parents decided to get him an apartment in Musutafu so he'd be closer to Yuuei.

When his Onee-samas chimed in saying his parents were pushing him out of the house so they could "bang like horny teenagers", he promptly applied 2 ccs of brain bleach and a copious amount of "fuck this shit I'm out" before capping it off with a sufficient amount of cranial trauma via nearby concrete wall.

The imagery their words brought about would haunt him until the treatment took hold.

Getting an apartment in Musutafu so he'd have a shorter commute to school, and thus have more free time to invest in his studies –"and meeting a nice girl to bring home" as his mother (and Onee-samas) teased- was actually pretty easy. Between the reputation of the Ares Idol Agency and his own claim to fame, the landlord being an avid fan of the Yuuei Sports Festival to boot, it was actually pretty easy getting everything together, even on such short notice.

Of course, the real surprise came when he found out who his neighbor was.

*FLASHBACK*

"Uraraka-senpai!?"

"Gokiburi-san?!"

"Wait, you live here too?!" the two gawped in unison when they happened to pass one another on the walkway the following morning.

*FLASHBACK END*

So yeah, suffice it to say, they were both quite shocked by that development.

Almost as shocked as Ochako was when she saw Genki's father for the first time and how much he had to stoop down so he'd fit through the door.

All in all, having a classmate for a neighbor definitely made the transition easier, being away from home for the first time, though Genki was understandably reluctant to let Uraraka into his apartment where she might see the obligatory Idol Girl memorabilia he'd accumulated over the years.

Of course, when he heard the girl moaning about her empty fridge and a lack of coupons for the supermarket through the wall, the oily-haired teen buckled like a wet sock, and he invited the adorable cinnamon roll over for dinner.

*FLASHBACK*

"So many animal ears!" Ochako gawped as she beheld the double-wide idol girl poster on the main wall, featuring the entire original roster of the idol group ANM48.

"That is kinda their selling point, yes," Genki replied as he whipped up some fried rice for the two.

"And wait, are these… autographs? One… two…" the brunette counted for several seconds before exclaiming- "Forty-eight signatures? Wow, you must be a huge idol girl fan, huh, Gokiburi-san?" she teased.

"Please, call me Genki. 'Gokiburi-san' is my father," reiterated. "Also my mother, but that's beside the point," he tacked on.

There was also the fact she was literally calling him "Cockroach", but he decided not to guilt-trip her over that semantic.

"Anyway, my parents manage ANM48, so of course it'd be easy to get all of their signatures at the same time."

"Wait, your parents run an idol group?"

"Several, actually," Genki clarified. "After my dad retired from being a Hero, originally it was just going to be a talent agency, but a few things led to it being known as an idol agency instead. They still manage other kinds of talent, but running idol groups has become the family signature."

"Whoa, no wonder your room looks so girly!" the brunette said seeing the various posters, figurines, and CDs scattered around. Most of which were Limited Edition by their very nature.

"I prefer to think of it as appreciating the art form," Genki muttered as he worked, unappreciative of his room being called "girly".

"Gomen. Gomen. I shouldn't say that about the room of the person feeding me," Ochako apologized, sniffing the air. "Mm! Home cooking! Smells great!" she said with a beaming smile.

*Growrrrrrrr*

"Yeah, I noticed," Genki chuckled as the girl's stomach rumbled. "It'll still be a few minutes until I'm done, so you can watch some TV if you're bored."

"Arigatou!" the brunette said appreciably, a beautific smile on her face that shone like a 1000-watt bulb.

"That girl is going to have a lot of rabid fanboys when she goes pro," Genki hummed as he worked.

If he didn't already have eyes on one of his new classmates, he may've fallen for the girl next door then-and-there.

*FLASHBACK END*

Of course, when the girl's parents showed up the next day to congratulate her for how she did in the Sports Festival, Genki decided to see himself out of the apartment to give them some semblance of privacy.

It felt like he was intruding on a tender moment to be honest.

Since he had the whole day off until tomorrow, he decided to wander around Musutafu for a bit, seeing as how it'd be his new stomping grounds for the next three years.

*FLASHBACK*

"Huh. I can barely tell this place was razed to the ground a year ago," Genki hummed as he looked down the main thoroughfare of the Tatooin Shopping District.

In the travel guide it said that a high-end "Sludge Villain" caused the destruction, and that All Might beat him with a single punch. There was also some stuff about a couple middle-schoolers, but most of that had been glossed over completely when it referenced how most of the original stores had been built back up with only a few being replaced by chains.

Of course, in an age where anyone with a pulse could get decent Villain Insurance for their business and/or property, it only made sense that after what happened, the businesses in the shopping district had been able to rebuild with relatively little hassle. The fact it was ostensibly a Villain that caused the destruction made it easier for the paperwork to clear, so no-one really got shafted by the yen-pinchers.

It could be argued that insurance companies too were cabals of villains, but the same could be said of lawyers and other occupations with such negative connotations.

"Hm. I see some family-run shops here, a couple specialty stores too…" Genki hummed as he walked down the way, practically invisible in his chosen attire.

After being pestered by pedestrians endlessly at the grocery store the moment someone recognized him from TV the day before, until things from the Sports Festival died down, he'd decided to wear a hoodie and a white surgical mask to hide his features whenever he was out in the open like this.

"Hey, did you guys see the Sports Festival on TV?"

"You kidding? I watch it every year!"

"That Genki kid was so fast, and the way he blasted everyone back in the Cavalry Battle was badass!"

'Even though I know it'll die down after a while… I still can't help but feel embarrassed by this,' Genki thought, blushing under his mask.

"Still, his Quirk's kinda creepy," another muttered. "The way he scuttles around the floor like some kind of bug. Ewww!"

'Of course that's what it comes down to. That's always what it comes down to,' Genki grumbled to himself, his mood sufficiently soured as he doubled his pace, putting as much distance between him and the shopping center as he could.

He didn't bother paying their talk any further mind. It was all stuff he'd heard before.

*FLASHBACK END*

Grabbing an updated map of the shopping district on the way out, the real kicker for his walking tour of Musutafu was the place he'd visited next.

*FLASHBACK*

"Holy CRAP BASKETS!" Genki gawped as he stared at white sands and blue water. "THIS PLACE IS GORGEOUS!"

In the past, the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park had been considered an eyesore, accumulating mountains of trash brought in by the tide over years of illegal dumping, turning the once-beautiful beach spot into a trash heap.

However, a year ago, the locals started to notice the piles were actually getting smaller.

At first, most wrote it off as the garbage finding a sinkhole to settle into, but as the months went by and the trash continued to disappear, patches of white sand steadily coming into view, it eventually became known that someone was actually cleaning the beach.

No-one really stepped forward to take credit, and no-one else sought to get involved since "someone else will handle it", but after ten months of garbage disappearing, the local newspaper announced that the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park had been returned to its former splendor, the reinvigorated popularity turning the area into a popular dating spot. Following that, any trash that came in was carted off almost-immediately once people were reminded just what could be lost if the past were allowed to repeat itself.

Thanks to the renewed interest in the area, the coast guard had even invested more money into stopping illegal dumping, and as a consequence creating job-opportunities for water-versed Heroes who couldn't cut it in the big city.

"I read about this place in the travel guide, but holy crap the pictures don't do this place justice," Genki awed as he beheld its splendor. "Hm?" he hummed as he spotted a familiar head of curly green hair in the distance. "Midoriya? Midoriya, is that you?"

"G-Gokiburi-san?" Izuku yelped like the boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

No, seriously, his hand was literally caught in a perfectly-good cookie jar someone had tossed out.

But no, seriously, who the fuck does that?!

'People throw away the weirdest crap,' Genki thought idly to himself.

"W-What're you doing here?" Izuku stammered amidst the oily-haired teen's thoughts.

"Please, call me Genki. 'Gokiburi-san' is my father," the oily-haired teen replied. "Anyway, I just moved into town after getting into the Hero Course, so I was walking around to get a feel of the place. What're you doing here?"

"I-I'm just sweeping the beach," the curly-haired teen answered. "No matter how unglamorous it is, being a hero is all about volunteer work," he said, audibly quoting someone else since his level of confidence didn't really match the implied passion of the words he was speaking.

"Hey, you don't need to explain yourself to me, it's good to have pride in your community," Genki said waving his hands. "I'm surprise to see you up on your feet so soon," he said glancing at the boy's arms where two hearty casts once laid.

"Y-Yes, well, I visited Recovery Girl a couple times over the break after getting some rest," Izuku answered. "So, you're living here now?"

"Pretty much, yeah. You local?"

"Yeah, my whole life."

"Cool. That means you can tell me about all the local hot spots."

"N-No, not really. To be honest, I was a bit of an introvert…" the teen waved off.

"Oh, that's too bad," Genki said rubbing the back of his head. "In all seriousness though, this place is gorgeous. No wonder it's such a hot dating spot," he said looking down the way, spying a couple walking along hand-in-hand.

"Y-Yeah. Makes me really glad someone cl-cleaned it up," Izuku stammered, unable to meet the Mutant teen's eyes.

" . . . You know something, don't you?" Genki asked after a moment.

"What? N-No, of course I don't! W-Why would you say that?"

"Because you're a really bad liar," Genki replied, causing the greenette to wince. "Not that that's a bad thing, but it isn't necessarily good either," he added. "It's really telling that I can already see that after just meeting you."

"W-Well, I've always been honest to a fault, I guess," Izuku replied, remembering the scolding he'd received from… someone.

"Hey, like I said, there's nothing wrong with being honest, but if you can't even bluff your way out of a bad situation or buy yourself a little time, the villains'll walk all over you," Genki replied. "The Hero Association doesn't really like to talk about it since it makes the PR department look bad, but it's the heroes with guile that live while the straight-laced ones get killed. Or worse."

"H… Hai…" Izuku said dejectedly.

"Try not to think of it as lying, try to think of it as… historical non-fiction," he paused as he groused for the right word.

"Historical non-fiction… Yeah, yeah I guess that makes sense," Izuku said with a nod. "If lying is considered the conscious act of fabricating the truth, then the mentality of telling a story would logically make it easier for a person to fabricate the truth, thus resulting in less tells being present as…"

"Oi. Izu-bozu," Genki said chopping the lad on the head. "You're doing the thing again. The really creepy thing. Stop it."

"H-Hai! Gomen!" the greenette apologized with a flush.

"And seriously, show some backbone. The meek don't make for good heroes, have a little confidence. You made it into the top eight of the Sports Festival, that's nothing to scoff at."

"M-Maybe, but you actually won, and you weren't even part of the Hero Course until a couple days ago. You really are amazing, Goki-"

"HN?!"

"G-Genki!" the greenette corrected as dark brown eyes on him turned edge-hard. "You really are amazing, Genki!"

"Much better," he said ruffling the shorter teen's hair. "So, you here cleaning the beach like before?"

"Y-Yes-"

"I knew it!"

"Ah! Wait!" Izuku yelped realizing he'd been played. "Please don't tell anyone! I didn't clean the beach for the attention, I did it for…"

"Say no more. You don't need a reason to care about your community," Genki waved off as the couple down the way got closer. "Nice to know I have someone so-trustworthy as a classmate. Makes me less-nervous about being in 1-A."

"I… I see…" Izuku returned, letting out a relieved sigh. "By the way, what's with the mask?"

"What, this?" he asked tugging at the mask dangling from his neck. "Oh, you know, people pestering me the moment they recognized me. How about you? Anyone pester you since your television debut?"

"O-Only a few people," Izuku returned.

"Well, just don't let it get to your head. Fame's like snow. It's nice while it's here, but quick to disappear. I've seen plenty of Heroes get full of themselves after their fifteen minutes of fame only to self-destruct horribly when they stop being relevant and are the last ones to know."

"I-I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Hey! Isn't that Gokiburi Genki from the Sports Festival?!"

"CRAP!" Genki yelped. "Sorry kid, gotta run!"

The next moment Izuku ate sand.

*FLASHBACK END*

Of course, that wasn't to say that what happened next wasn't also quite entertaining.

*FLASHBACK*

Dropping by the grocery store to grab a few more ingredients, maybe a utensil or two, as he skimmed the selection of bento boxes, a familiar durian-like head of hair came into view around the corner.

'Geez, that guy really does have 'Zero Chill',' Genki noted as he watched Bakugou fume like a rabid animal. Even while grocery shopping.

And yet, despite how much pestering a classmate could backfire on him in the long run, the Mutant teen couldn't help but poke the bear.

"Hey, aren't you that explosion guy who got punched repeatedly in the face?" Genki asked, deepening his voice so Bakugou wouldn't recognize him.

"YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Obviously, the ruse worked.

"Whoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoop!"

Genki was out the door before Bakugou could even clear the aisle.

The utensils would have to wait another day.

*FLASHBACK END*

However, almost too fast to count, Genki's two days off came to an end, and it was back to business as usual, just with a few add-ons.

"Ah! Crap! Spent too long reminiscing!" Genki yelped as he scrambled for his schoolbag. "I'm going to be late! Very very late!" he cried as he bolted out the door as fast as his legs would carry him.

Since he was a Mutant-Type, the police wouldn't hassle him so hard for Improper Quirk Usage since telling a speedy Mutant not to run was like telling a fish not to swim.

Gotta love them loopholes.

*MHA*

AN:
Originally, the next chapter after the last one was going to be an abridgement of Genki's two-day break and preparations before getting into the Hero Routine at 1-A (where everyone would've gotten their Hero Names for their Internships), but after writing in where he moved in next door to Uraraka I decided to flush out Genki's perspective of Musutafu a bit since it's going to be his stomping grounds for the next three years.

And no, before anyone asks, I don't plan on shipping Genki with Ochako just because she's the "girl next door" now. The idea came from watching Uraraka's reunion with her parents as I went back over the manga, and the whole thing is meant to be played off as coincidence. Also, since I didn't shoehorn him into Izuku and Katsuki's lives from the very beginning, it made more sense that prior to Yuuei he didn't live in Musutafu, and moving into an apartment similar to some of the other students simply made the most practical sense.

It also opens up plenty of story opportunities to have him acquainted with the locals.

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