*Author Note*

I am sorry for any confusion that was caused as replaced and updated the chapters. The entire story is still there it has just been condensed with some minor rewrites to help with some flow and lots of grammer updates. But here is a new chapter thank you everyone for all your support and comments.

-Private Workshop-

"Oh, I want to show up and show out," Mei said, smiling. "I think I can showcase support items, something we can market to heroes to get our names out there."

"I agree with that but want to do something a little selfish," Melissa said. "I want that seat in the hero course."

Momo, Mei and Izuku were shocked. "I had always considered All-Might, an uncle. I used to call him Uncle Might, but now…he has barely even talked to me since I have been here. Knowing that he could have made my dream of becoming a hero a reality. But he chooses someone else because they have a quirk? Or do they look like him? I want to shove it in his face and show him that he was wrong. I want to do this my way!"

"Does that mean I am being abandoned?" Mei whined, "Why do you want to leave me?" she added very overdramatically.

"Mei!" Melissa whined back.

"I am just fucking with you," the inventor smiled. "You just have to be a duel threat, Top 10 hero, and genius inventor."

"Is this even possible," Momo mused. "It would be extraordinary; imagine the boost not only for those in the quirkless community but for those whose quirks are looked down upon as weak or undesirable in some fashion. The boost you could provide them would be extraordinary."

"A true symbol of hope!" Izuku said, picking her up and spinning her around; as he set her down, they kissed.

"Not now, children, we have plans to make," Momo chastised, causing them to break apart and blush. Momo stepped forward and kissed Izuku. The heiress stepped back and licked her lips. "You still use the same flavor of lip gloss."

Melissa exploded like a tomato, causing the others to laugh. Mei bit her lip as thoughts raced through her mind. "All right, unless this is going to turn into a live three-way for my pleasure, we have some inventing to do," When Momo and Izuku joined Melissa in her tomato impression, Mei was on the floor laughing.

Once everyone was as composed as possible, "You have to have an idea in mind?" Mei teased her friend.

"I do, as a matter of fact," she pulled out her halo tablet and a small robot appeared floating above the screen; the image had two metal spheres with 4-6 metal trapezoids attached.

"Are we going to BIG HERO 6 THIS MOTHERFUCKER?" Mei said. Melissa smiled and nodded her head.

"I love that movie; it made me dream of being an inventor and that I could be a hero as well." She smiled. "I will want to streamline them later, but if we can get them into production, we should be able to make enough that I can use them at the festival."

"Two weeks to create an army of mini robots?" Izuku smiled broadly, "Let's fucking do this."

"How are we going to get the materials?" Mei said, "We could requisition them, but that may take forever, and asking Momo to make them all…"

"Not if I ordered the raw materials from home, and I just need Momo to help with some small stuff," Melissa said, smiling.

"How did you pull that off?" Momo wondered aloud.

"Veronica."

"Can we trust her?" Mei was looking over the design.

"Something Is happening with her; I don't know if she is becoming aware or is aware. But deep in my bones, I feel that cultivating a relationship with her is best." She looked at her friends, wondering what their response would be.

"Good enough for me," Izuku said, leaning over the drawings with Mei.

"Really?"

"This isn't a dictatorship; I don't get to decide everything on my own. We are a team, all 4 of us, and whomever we bring in later. If you feel that working with Veronica is what is needed and what is best not only for her/it but you, then we all support you." Momo and Mei nodded. "Now, let's get you into the hero course and make fucking history."

-Shoto-

"Izuku, may I speak with you for a moment?"

Izuku stopped, turning to his friend. "Sure thing, what is up?"

"I wanted to tell you that I agree with what you said in the common room, and I agree with what you said in the hallway outside of class, but the reason I am not training with you is that I want to try and compete with you on my terms first." Shoto paused. "I never wanted to use my fire. I always thought of it as my father's quirk, and my hatred for him made me reject that side and instead focus on my mother's ice.

It was a stubborn refusal, and I may have carried that with me if it wasn't for you," he held up his hands, ice forming on one and fire on the other, "The battle trials, the USJ especially, showed me that I can't limit myself for the sake of my vanity or pride when lives are on the line. I want to take this fire and make it mine, not his. I want to take the first steps on my own and prove to myself that I can do that. I want to help you with your declaration against those idiots who came to challenge us. I want to meet you in the finals, and then after we fight…can we train together? As friends?"

"Shoto, we are already friends," Izuku replied. "I can't wait to fight with you but don't overlook the others. They are pushing and fighting as hard as they can as well."

"I know at one time I may have scoffed or dismissed that, spouting something about strength, but after the USJ, I know that is simply foolishness." He smiled, looking at Izuku, "So when I go through them with not only Ice but with Fire, they can blame you, my friend."

"I will happily take that."

-Training Ground Zeta-

Mina, Kyoka, Hitoshi, Fumikage, Toru, Tsu, Itsuka, Koji, Melissa, and Ochaco stood before Izuku and Momo.

"I am glad you all came," he said. "We are going to work on physical conditioning, some hand-to-hand combat; I hope you wouldn't mind leading us in that Itsuka and quirk training."

"Happy to help with physical combat," Itsuka said with a devilish smile. The other student shifted away. "What?"

Toru laughed, "Nothing. We want to ensure we have room to run for our lives, that's all."

Izuku couldn't help but laugh. "This is our friend Melissa. She will be training with us as she hopes to take Mr. Wonderful's seat, and I hope she does."

Ochaco smiled and extended her hand, "Anyone would be better than that asshole, and besides, another girl to boot gets my vote. What's your quirk?"

Melissa took a deep breath before she shook Ochaco's hand. "I am quirkless."

"You are quirkless and want to get into the hero course?" she said, stunned. Melissa nodded, waiting for the backlash. "That…That is fucking awesome!" Melissa was stunned, while Momo and Izuku smiled. "It's going to be hard, but I hope you get in; that would be so great, especially after Brighton and his elitist bullshit; oh, I hope he fucking sees it."

Ochaco's outburst immediately made everyone relax and smile.

"All right, guys and gals, let's start with some stretching before we go for a run."

In a normal two weeks, there would not have been much that could be expected; physically, strides were to be made. Fumi, Hitoshi, and Melissa needed the most help in this area. Dark Shadow was strong, but Fumi lacked the physical capabilities his quirk did. Izuku pointed this out when they were running through a fight at a slow speed between him and Kyoka.

It was interesting for Izuku as this was an opportunity to study quirks up close, including a sentient quirk. Dark Shadow was its person in some ways with things that it enjoyed; their personalities were similar but more in the form of brothers, with Dark Shadow being the older, more protective one. It was amusing to see Dark Shadow tease Fumi one moment, supportive the next, and then back to teasing. It was a sibling dynamic that Izuku was unfamiliar with, leaving him wondering if he had a sibling to fall back on, would he have even been in a place to jump?

Could this fictional sibling have been the difference-maker in his life? Or could they have been superior to him in every way and made him grow to resent them? Jealous of their accomplishments, their abilities, even their quirk. Their parents praise one while putting the other in the dirt. In his fantasy, he was the older brother, doing all he could to protect his younger sibling. He liked that idea; then again, Izuku wanted to protect.

But this was not the time for fantasy; instead, it was time to help his classmates and friends improve and advance. But he could see it all differently; thanks to the Phoenix Force, he could watch the energy move inside of them, flow, or, in some cases, falter, where something wasn't right. Energy would react, try, then stop, like a child trying to do something new but not knowing how or having a clear example to follow.

This was extremely evident in Ochaco. Mina and Itsuka some as well. Toru, well, that was a whole different issue with her invisibility unable to turn off. The more he studied, the more he could see; with Momo, it was super easy; it was her mind. A simple routing of information, giving her a hotkey, would allow her creation to increase speed. She was brilliant; her mind was full of molecular structure, and it was how it was accessed. That was part of the trouble.

Mina just needed some pathways opened to allow her better control of her acid; he theorized that not only could she control the viscosity and the PH, but she could go further with it in creating hardened objects of acid that she could dissipate on command. Imagine her swinging a sword of acid, and when it contacts, she can release its hold and cause it to splatter. Or reinforce to deflect a blow, orbs that acted like acid bombs.

-Ochaco-

Ochaco could remove gravity, but could she increase it? If it were more akin to actual gravity control or manipulation, increases and decreases would allow her attacks to hit new levels, and her mobility would skyrocket. He could see the very energy of her quirk reaching out to do something but faltering; it wasn't that it couldn't do it; it was more that it didn't know how. Did the user's mind limit quirks? The initial outlay of power when quirks manifested was instinctual, primal almost, the basic application of their ability. So, was Ochaco limiting herself because she thought she could only remove the effect of gravity from an object? Where did that energy go? Was it inside her till she put it back? Or just floating around waiting. Did a quirk awakening begin with the mind latching on to something?

Theory testing time. "Ochaco, why don't you increase gravity on an object?" he came to stand next to her and her training rock.

"Because I can't," she said like it was the dumbest question she had ever heard.

"Why?"

She paused, opened her mouth to speak, then stopped and thought. "If I take it away, why can't I increase it?" she stopped and sat on the rock. "Can I?"

"I think you can; in fact, I think that is why you get nauseous, that you are removing the gravity from an object that energy has to go somewhere, I think it goes into you. That the energy is inside you, and that is what makes you get sick. I think you can increase gravity by using that same energy inside of you as a counterweight. Not saying you won't still get sick, but you can delay the effect, and not to mention you would be on your way to being one of the most powerful heroes on the planet." He said.

"Do you think so?" she said, pondering the whole thing. "I want to be stronger and more versatile to help more people. Not to mention, it would help keep me safer."

"Ochaco, I can honestly say that if your power grows to where I think it can eventually reach, you will be a powerhouse on a planetary scale."

"You…You believe that much in me?" she said nervously, looking at him.

"I do, but it doesn't matter how much I believe in you, Ochaco; it matters that you believe in yourself."

Ochaco thought about it hard momentarily before placing her hand on the rock. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated; Izuku watched her and her energy flow towards the rock and started to surround it. It tried to pull from her, but I had nothing to pull. "Pull from the surrounding area; take some gravity from everything around you. Use yourself as the conduit, the funnel," he whispered. He placed the image in her mind, focusing on his training with the master of magnetism; he felt the image take hold in her mind. The crack from the floor underneath the rock startled her, and she stood there staring at the rock and the divot on the floor.

She screamed for joy, jumping around, and hugged Izuku. He smiled and hugged her back. It took a moment for her to realize what she was doing before she stepped back, blushing. She mentally cursed herself; she felt so warm and alive in his arms, and his presence made her think very naughty thoughts.

-Hitoshi-

Hitoshi focused on his physical ability and adding some tricks to his arsenal; throwing his voice and mimicry were the focus. The class knew that they had to respond to him for his quirk to take effect; he should be able to get through the first part of the sports festival without having to tip his hand, and depending on the second event, he may be able to mask it. But in the third event, he may have to face members of 1-A who knew what was happening. Hitoshi had already thought of throwing his voice and started working on it but had not considered the mimicry. Doing naturally would be difficult, but Melissa quickly pointed out that the support course could easily create something as a piece of support gear. While that may not help with the festival, it would benefit heroics.

-Koji-

Koji surprised everyone with his strength, durability, and flexibility. His quiet and gentle nature seemed to be the biggest thing that held him back. But ever since the USJ, he seemed bound and determined to find a way around this limitation, to fight and subdue without causing permanent harm to someone. His animals seemed to take this new stance as their attacks were more physical instead of simple distractions.

-Itsuka-

For Itsuka, the energy was constantly flowing into her hands like water; the channels were there and well-developed. He could see others around her body, but they were small, maybe enough for a mere drop to find its way through. Forcing them open could be disastrous, and the sudden flood could have unexpected effects. It was going to be something she would have to work on; he sat and talked with her about it before she started leading the class in hand-to-hand training. He noticed her smile when she learned he wasn't a novice, and she could go a little harder.

-Mina-

Mina took his guidance easily; they slept together at night when her nightmares overtook her. She was feeling guilty about it, and the feelings that had not only developed but had increasingly solidified each day since the USJ. When he told her his idea, she would have thought he was crazy, but she trusted him so much that she knew he was right.

It wasn't perfect, but when she made a small acid ball that she could touch, and it rolled some across the ground before losing shape, she knew her faith was well placed. Izuku, for his part, just nudged her mind a little to help her find the right headspace. She looked at him affectionately, whispering that she had to do something.

"You can tell him," Momo said one day as they were in the locker room. "I won't mind."

"I-I don't know what you mean," Mina said quietly.

"I think you do," the heiress said, wrapping herself in a towel before heading to the shower. "We can talk more about it whenever you want, Mina."

-Tsu-

It was all physical for her, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. The one thing she did learn was that she actually could camouflage herself. She couldn't disappear like Toru, but she could make it nearly impossible for others to find her. It seemed tied to her emotions; she and Izuku were meditating, and his voice guided her almost hypnotically. He pulled her into a state of terror where she just wanted so desperately to hide when it happened. Trying to pull it off again was difficult. She didn't want to go to that place every time, but by the end of the two weeks, it was working reliably.

Rolling on the floor with Izuku for combat training was also rather pleasant.

-Kyoka-

Kyoka Jiro was training her jacks as a further extension of her body, strengthening them and working on increasing their durability. The training was fine. It was helping, but that wasn't why she was here. She emerged from the locker room and saw Izuku standing there waiting. She knew that after their training, he would go with Melissa and Mei to help them work on their projects for the Festival, do homework, spend time with his girlfriend, and find time to comfort Mina when her nightmares were too much.

She had stumbled upon the latter one night, seeing Mina going to his room and the familiarity of how he opened the door. Kyoka was at first angry, thinking that some hanky panky was going on behind Momo's back. She thought Izuku was hot herself; after the USJ, the aftermath, and the confrontation in the hall with the other classes, she would lie that her thoughts had not all been pure. So, she might have listened in on them when she heard them. She knew that nothing unseemly was going on and that he was giving more of himself to help someone.

If he was constantly giving to others, did he feel lonely? What struck her was when the parents came. When they were attacked, people called to check on all of them. Family, friends, and even some distant relations had contacted Kyoka. Members of the music industry who knew her parents had reached out to ensure she was okay. But no one called for him. He said that all he had was Momo, Melissa, and Mei.

"Hey, Green," she said, walking over to him, her hands in her pockets.

"Hey…Purple?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

"For me, sure, but I am more interested in you?" she responded.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, dummy. You are so busy being there for everyone who is there for you. Asking you how you feel. I know you have Momo and the other girls, but you and I know you can't always tell them everything that sometimes you hold back a little." She said, looking at the ground.

"Do you hold back?" he asked.

"All the time, but I have my music as my outlet; I can let it all go in what I play. I am saying I have really good hearing," her jacks floated before her. "I am willing to listen, not judge, not even say anything if you don't want it. You are doing so much for everyone else; I want you to know that I am here if you need it."

"What if I just want to learn to play it out as you say?"

"I will block out an hour or two just say the day," She paused, gently touching his shoulder. "I know this stuff may be reserved for your girl, but if you need to be vulnerable or angry or just let go some, I want to help." She smiled at him. "You saved our lives and made the big speech. The least I can do is try to be there for a friend."

"Thank you, Kyoka," he took a moment. "Say, are you free on Sunday for a few hours?"

"Tell me when I will be," she said as the rest emerged from the locker room.

-Workshop-

Melissa had finally stumbled back to her room, tired beyond all belief from the working out and her project; she protested when Izuku offered to clean up for her. She knew her goal was ambitious, but instead of having two barrels of robots to work with, it looked like she was only going to have one, maybe. The interface was buggy; it was all slipping through her fingers.

She awoke, cursed herself for the late hour of the day, and made her way to the workshop. Mei had gone to the testing grounds along with Momo. She opened the door and froze. Her boyfriend was sitting in the middle of the room with parts and pieces floating everywhere, assembling like a massive assembly line. He didn't even move when she entered; he was sitting cross-legged, floating in the air as this was happening. She looked and saw that she had only one barrel full, and the second barrel was half full.

He was assembling the processors, the magnetic cores, and housings. It took her some calculating, and he had been here for 10 hours. Ever since she left him, he has been working on HER project. He was sweating; she knew he had to be exhausted from the constant strain and multiple uses of his power. She didn't dare disturb him. It was an hour before everything slowed, and the pieces were all put away. He saw him wobble in the air and begin to float down; his power cut out a foot above the floor, and he landed with a thud.

"Izuku," she ran over to him. Grabbing a water on her way.

"Oh hey, Mel," he said, his eyes dropping. Gratefully, he drank the water.

"Why?" she whispered.

"For you," was all he said. "You were so stressed, and I know how bad you want this."

"Ok, we can talk about this later," she said. "Come on, I am taking you to my dorm; you are going to shower, eat something, and sleep."

"I can make it back to my room," he protested.

"Izuku, you did the boyfriend thing of working through the night to help your girlfriend achieve a dream. Let me do the girlfriend thing and take care of you." She whispered. "I can work on the coding in my room so I won't lose time."

"Yes, my dear." He said, struggling to his feet, very thankful he didn't have to go across campus.

She nearly dropped his plate of food when she heard him come out of the bathroom, and she saw him standing there with no shirt, wearing a pair of her basketball shorts that she used for sleeping. She managed to control herself as she set the food down for him. She was all smiles, and he devoured the food, complimenting her cooking as he did. Once he was done eating, he had this contented look on his face. She pulled him to his feet; she intended to tell him to go to bed.

Once they were face to face, her hand resting lightly on his chest, her intent changed. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, her hand wrapping around him, trying almost to pull him closer. She didn't know what came over her but was overcome with desire. She felt him responding to her with his body and his lips. She moaned salaciously as he started to kiss and nibble on her neck; she felt an ache between her legs when she returned the favor. His moans washed over her.

"Mel, if you don't…" he was interrupted as she pulled him into another fiery kiss.

Smut Warning

Melissa pulled back from the kiss she was tangled in with Izuku, both breathless; they looked at each other for a moment before returning to making out. They fell back with her on top of him onto the couch; her shirt came over her head, and her bra soon followed. His mouth found her hardened nipples as her moans filled the dorm room. She wasn't sure how she ended up on her back. She suspected that Izuku had cheated via telekinesis, but at the moment, she didn't care. Her pants were undone in the same mysterious manner he pulled them back and freed her legs from the confines of those torturous blue jeans.

She pushed the shorts from his waist, pushing them down his thighs, leaving him in his underwear. Her hands reached to free his hardened member, and she began gently stroking it, encouraged by his reactions and moans at her effort. Her eyes widened as Izuku was a reciprocating lover and returned her attention as his fingers found her clit. She fell back again on the couch as she felt him at her entrance; she nodded at him to continue.

Gently, she felt him slide into her and open her up. Her eyes widened, and the sensation of pleasure kicked in. Melissa lifted her hips and begged him to take her in one thrust. He pushed forward, breaking her hymen and burying himself to the hilt. The pain was over in a second for Melessia as her hips bucked against him in pleasure; she found herself orgasming within moments of him being fully inside her.

Izuku smiled at her, feeling rather good about himself, as almost anyone would have after bringing their lover to such an orgasm so quickly. "You are a naughty girl, aren't Ms. Shield," he teased.

"I am," she moaned, "I have been so naughty. Please, Mr. Phoenix, won't you punish this naughty girl? If not, I don't know what things I may get up to if I am not punished thoroughly."

It was not the response he expected from her, but lordly how it excited him. Melissa gasped as he began to fuck her, nice hard strokes that rocked her to her very core. Her cries of ecstasy and how only he could make her a good girl drove him wild. She begged him to fuck her from behind, grab her hair and pull it back. When he smacked her ass, she came hard against his cock squirting around it. "Don't fucking stop," she nearly growled at him. Spurring him back into action. When he finally came, she moaned louder, shifting positions so they were at least sitting. He was still inside her as she started grinding against his still-hard cock, her plump tight ass bouncing against him.

She leaned back, took one of his hands, and placed it on her clit and the other on her breast. He knew what she wanted; when he pinched her nipple, he felt her cum again. As his other hand was rubbing her clit she was lost in pleasure. When he came again, she slid off him and took his cock in her mouth, it took her some tries, but soon she was deep-throating him. When he was about to burst, she took him as deep as she could, swallowing all of his seed she could. She stood up a blonde goddess, her body sleek with perspiration.

He stood and lifted her; she wrapped her legs around him as he found his way back into her. Her back was soon up against the wall as he fucked her with abandon till they both came. Fumbling with the door, they stumbled into her bedroom, the door telekinetically shutting behind them. They fell onto the bed and continued to indulge in each other's bodies till they fell asleep in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets.

While exploring each other's bodies, her laptop turned on and began to operate independently. Her coding was seemingly writing itself.

Smut End

-Momo and Mei-

"So I think overall things went well," Momo said as they returned to the dorms.

"Nothing exploded today, and everything performed as expected, so I have to say that I am happy with the results," Mei stopped and looked at her phone as it beeped; Momo watched as the girl's face went from confusion to embarrassment.

"Is everything ok, Mei?" Momo wondered what could have caused such a reaction.

"A message from Veronica, strangely enough," Mei coughed into her hand. "Melissa and Izuku are …doing their best to roleplay as bunnies."

Momo stopped and thought about it; knowing that Izuku was doing such a thing with another woman was a strange feeling. The stranger part was not jealousy that she felt but almost a peculiar sense of satisfaction. However, there was some jealousy that she was not enjoying such entertainment.

"You all right, Momo?" Mei said, her turned to be concerned.

"I am," Momo sighed. "A little jealous, more so because I want him to be having sex with me, but that is more me being aroused."

"I thought you didn't like women," Mei said quizzically.

"There are some that have caught my attention that if Izuku were to bring to bed, I wouldn't be averse to experimenting," Momo said while blushing.

"I get that," Mei responded. "Would you mind if I took my shot with him?"

"Not at all, Mei."

"Good. I can see that he is gathering more, and I don't want to tell him before I get lost in the shuffle." Mei smiled, grabbing Momo's hand. "Let's go out to eat just you and me; we haven't done that in a long time."

Momo smiled, following after Mei, "That sounds delightful."

-Nejire-

"You broke up with him?" YuYu said.

"Yup," Nejire responded, looking up from her notebook. "I was tired of being lied to and made to feel like I wasn't worth it, but my special Kouhai reminded me that I am worth it. And I am beautiful, should be desired and treated better."

"Your special Kouhai?" YuYu knew that trouble was already brewing. Mirio and Nejire had been having problems for a while now; Mirio was very mysterious and kept blowing Nejire off. But now Nejire had ended their relationship and was discussing a "Special Kouhai."

"Exactly," Nejire's notebook closed as the girl's eyes lit up, signaling Yuyu would have to wrangle her somehow. "I got us tickets for the 1st Year Sports Festival; I want to go support my Kouhai."

"Wait, your special Kouhai is a first year?" Yuyu's mind was racing as a dreaded thought ran into her mind. "Is it that first-year Midoriya?" Please say no! When Nejire's head nodded excitedly, YuYu knew things were about to get bad. "Nejire, Mirio told you to stay away from him and that he was dangerous, not to mention trouble. He was the one that convinced you to break up with Mirio?"

"He didn't convince me, YuYu; he reminded me that I am special and worthy of not being lied to and of being desired. He made me feel more special in the simple conversation that Mirio has in forever. Look, Duncan is obsessed with his cooking, right?" YuYu nodded. "Do you have to beg him for physical attention?"

"No."

"Once the two of you become physical, do you have to chase him down and hope he may give you attention, or is he chasing you?"

YuYu blushed, "He chases me, and I chase him. I love him, and he loves me."

"Mirio wouldn't touch me, barely kissed me anymore, and lied to me at every turn. I couldn't even give him a blow job; what man turns down a blow job? Sexy pictures and videos, nothing. I showed up at his room wearing nothing under my sweatshirt with the zipper down that as long as you had eyes, you could tell and nothing, nada, just that same bullshit about later, it is always later." Nejire's voice was touched by anger; it didn't happen often, but YuYu knew it took a lot to get her friend angry.

"My Special Kouhai, when I accidentally bumped into him after, he fucking noticed. He would have taken me right then and there if I let him." Nejire was beaming, lighting up like a Christmas tree as she talked about her Kouhai.

"Nejire, what did you do?" Yuyu said slowly.

Nejire shrank in like a little kid about to get in trouble. "Nothing, I just kissed him…well, we kind of made out."

"NEJIRE HADO!"

"YUYU…I asked him to forgive me before I did it. That makes it okay." She whined.

"Nejire, what about his girlfriend, you know the 1-A President?" Yuyu watched as dawning recognition passed over her friend's face.

"I should apologize to her; maybe she will want a kiss to make things even; I wouldn't mind if she is pretty herself; maybe she will share my special Kouhai with me. I can borrow him for a few dates and make out; she can come to... we can do it together...I have always wanted to try that one….I know we are all friends with benefits, does she like girls? I like girls and boys. My Kouhai knows that. Oh, I should get this straightened out right away. I hope I didn't cause my Kouhai trouble. I got to go." Hurricane Hado was gone out the window instantly; she came dashing back in and grabbed a pair of pants, hurriedly throwing them on before flying out the window again.

YuYu tried to stop her, but Hurricane Hado was in full force.

Momo had just entered her room; she was in a grand mood after spending time with Mei, just the two of them. It had been a while since they had done that, and the reconnection was nice; being themselves was a much-needed refresher for their hectic lives. She was just about to open her datapad to study some more compositions for her creation when a commotion outside her door and a quick knock called her attention.

Momo quickly looked around the room, ensuring nothing was out from her and Izuku's nighttime activities, and opened the door to find a bundle of energy known as Nejirie Hado.

"Hello Kouhai, I know this is unexpected, but I wanted to talk to you about your boyfriend, or my special Kouhai; as I call him, you see this happened." Her rabid delivery was halted when Momo placed a finger to her lips.

"Perhaps this would be better to talk about in my room rather than the dorm hallway," Momo said politely as the hurricane known as Nejire pulled most of her class into the hall from various places. Momo took the girl's hand with a gentle smile and dragged her inside, shutting the door.

"You are so right, Kouhai, I apologize." She quickly spat out once she could talk. "I wanted to tell you that I kissed your boyfriend without your permission. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. He just made me feel like I was beautiful. Not that he was hitting on me; I am pretty sure he wasn't hitting on me. He was just being kind and reaching out when I was down. Then, I didn't mean to bump into him, and he noticed something, and I just felt so happy that someone noticed; I felt special, so I kissed him. It got a little passionate; I am sorry about that. I like my special Kouhai but don't want to be a homewrecker. I wanted to tell you what happened and let you know that you shouldn't blame your boyfriend; he did nothing wrong; it was all me, and I am sorry." When she finally said the last word, she jumped up and landed on her knees in a Dogeza position.

Momo's head was spinning slightly from the verbal barrage, but as Izuku had already told her the circumstances, Momo was not angry but a little annoyed that some random woman was kissing her boyfriend. She preferred to know who they were, at the very least, and what their intentions were.

"Izuku already told me what happened," she said, Nejire lifted her head. "I forgave him due to the circumstances. I prefer to know the girls kissing my boyfriend before they do so; I like to know their intentions." Momo sat on her bed and motioned to the chair at her desk; Nejire rose and took the offered chair. "Now, what are your intentions."

"I like my special Kouhai; he made me feel special and helped me realize that I deserved better. I want to kiss him more. I can kiss you too if you want. I like girls, and you are very beautiful." Neijire spoke so openly and honestly without shame or care that Momo was taken back some and a little jealous.

"I am sure he would love to kiss you more. As far as myself, I would like to get to know you more before I agree to either," Momo managed her reply, blushing. "How about we start there?"

"Ok, that works," Nejire said, smiling. "I can always use more friends, if nothing else."

-Izuku and Melissa-

They awoke in each other's arms and smiled sheepishly at each other, memories of their passion-filled evening flooding in. Melissa buried her face in his chest; he could feel the heat from her face as she blushed. Izuku didn't say anything, just wrapping her arms around her.

"I can't…I don't…you must think so bad of me," she stammered.

"Why Melissa?" he said. "I enjoyed it, and you did too. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"You mean it?" she lifted her head to look at his face.

"I swear," he gave her a devilish smile. "Now, why don't we shower, my dirty girl."

Her face went slack in shock and then exploded again as she blushed; she sputtered before smacking him on the chest. His laughter made her mind focus as she calmed down and smiled at him.

"Only if you promise to dirty me up some more," she said playfully.

It was her turn to feel empowered as she felt his immediate physical reaction to her words. Quickly, she leaped from the bed and made a mad dash towards the shower.

Halfway there, she felt his telekinesis wrap around her and lift her into the air. "No running away now, my bad girl," he said as she floated back to him. "You are not getting away so easily."

-The Sports Festival-

It was a feverish two weeks of training for everyone; Izuku took the day off before the event to sleep and rest in Momo's arms. He had talked to her about what he thought, and she had agreed that it would be very beneficial, but she wanted to test herself as she was now; they would talk about it again afterward. Momo did have some fun playfully teasing him about his tryst with Melissa and was even more delighted when she told him about Nejire visiting her.

The morning of the festival went off without a hitch, with everyone nervous and excited about the day. It was rather quiet in the locker room as everyone was mentally preparing themselves for what was to come. Izuku was shocked when he was told that he would be allowed to address the crowd in the opening speech.

Class 1-A gathered in the entrance area, waiting to be called out, as the 1-B formed up behind them, with the other classes following suit. They could feel the daggers staring at them, mummers and comments floated up from behind them, with people taking verbal shots at them. They all did their best to shut them out.

They entered to the crowd's deafening roar; Izuku noticed how the cheers steadily got quieter and quieter as the other classes came in. The master of ceremonies and judge Midnight took to the stage to the crowd's joy. With a swish of her hips and whip crack, she commanded everyone's attention.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, everyone in attendance and to all you watching around the world, welcome to the U.A. Sports Festival!" The crowd erupted, as did the student body. "Now let's begin with the opening speech by this year's top scorer in the entrance exam, Izuku Midoriya."

Izuku calmly walked towards the stage, looking over the assembled spectators and the students.

"Once upon a time, a kingdom dwelled in a land long forgotten to time. Devoted to the light, to the betterment of all, it grew and flourished. Some hated the light and sought to make it crumble like all things. A great evil would arise to punish and attempt to destroy the Kingdom, but a hero would arise and save them. This happened for generations; a great evil or Demon King would come, and a hero would always come and save them." He looked out at the confused faces and smiled.

"Soon, the kingdom stopped fighting back; no matter what defense they offered, only the hero could save them, so why get hurt or even possibly killed? Why build the society even higher if a Demon King would only rise and cause havoc? The kingdom stagnated and grew fixed in its ways, unable or too afraid to change. Then the Demon King rose again, and they did what they had been accustomed to. Nothing." He looked at the crowd as they leaned in, listening to his story.

"The generals stood by, as did the soldiers, the leaders, the people, the local protectors; they all stood by knowing in their heart that fabled hero would arrive and save them." He paused for dramatic effect. "But the hero never came; he didn't show up to save them this time, and the kingdom fell. The people were enslaved, the once great kingdom was swallowed into darkness, and its name was lost to the tides of time. It only to be recalled ever existing by a young man standing on a stage."

"This is our fate; we have become the kingdom that stands to the side, waiting for the fabled hero to save us—waiting for All-Might to swoop in and save the day. Sure, some heroes take care of smaller things, but others are here for the fame and fortune it brings. Very few strive to push to the top, to rise and hold up the fragile society he has held up." He could hear the mummers.

"No society can hope to stand on the shoulders of one man, no matter how broad they may be, as one day he will not be here to save us. While no villain could ever hope to best him, time remains undefeated. For decades and generations, he has held back the darkness to allow us to walk in the light. It has become so commonplace that no one thinks about it. Some heroes strive to be people we can depend on, but do they limit themselves, knowing they could never eclipse or rival All-Might?

Society has stagnated; quirks used to be celebrated, not berated. They are not judged as useless or villainous; they are not the measure of a child but part of them. Any quirk was a blessing, but they became so common that we now feel we can denigrate them and label them useless or villainous. Force those we deem so into boxes or roles, not allowing them to grow and show what they truly are." He looked around the stadium and then at the camera.

"No longer are we chasing the stars, striving to make our society greater; where are the innovations? Where are those pushing society's boundaries to make things better? Not just for a select few but for everyone. To raise not just themselves but everyone around them, not just those they know but those they will never meet."

"If that is the society you want, then I know I don't. I want greatness for everyone; I want the chance to expand and grow for everybody who dares to reach and fight for it. Not some select few that happen to be born with a flashy quirk. I don't want to live in a society where when young adults are attacked and face near death, others look at them and are jealous, envious, and spiteful that they nearly lost their lives." He looked at the student body, primarily 1-B.

"In the end, it wasn't the heroes that saved us, it wasn't some legendary hero, we did it ourselves. We worked together, and by doing so, we survived. We are healing together. We will fight together. We will grow together. We will step forward together. That is how it has to be done, not one person, all of us." He turned his gaze back to the audience.

"ALL OF YOU, everyone watching, everyone listening, everyone who dreams of a better tomorrow, who dreams that there is more to life than what we are told. Don't just dream; don't let someone else tell you that you can never be anything because of your quirk. Move together, make a better world for me and your children, and we will make a better world for you." He looked out at the crowd. As he spoke, he could see anger but also hope.

Not everyone would believe the words of an 18-year-old boy on a stage, but some would, and some would listen. And everything had to start somewhere.

"TOGETHER WE WILL STAND, AND TOGETHER WE WILL FALL. SOCIETY WILL GROW STAGNANT AND DECAY, CRUMBLING ALL AROUND US WHILE WE WAIT FOR SOME LEGENDARY HERO TO COME AND MAKE IT ALL RIGHT. TO SAVE US WHEN WE COULD HAVE SAVED OURSELVES. WHEN WE COULD HAVE PREVENTED THE WORLD FROM BURNING DOWN AROUND US. WE DON'T NEED A LEGENDARY HERO; WE NEED EACH OTHER. I NEED YOUR HELP; I NEED MY CLASSMATES, MY SCHOOLMATES, MY TEACHERS, EVERYONE. WILL YOU HELP ME?"

"YES!" A portion of the crowd and student body yelled back.

"WILL YOU FIGHT FOR A BETTER TOMORROW?" Izuku called out.

"YES!" More Joining in.

"WILL YOU STAND AGAINST THE DARKNESS?" he pointed to the student body.

"YES!" most of the class was now yelling back at him.

"WILL YOU STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT?" he pointed to the VIP Section where the heroes in attendance sat.

"YES!" The crowd was almost in full throw.

"ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT FOR YOUR DREAMS?" he spread his arms to the audience.

"YES!"

"FOR YOUR CHILDREN," he pointed to the camera.

"YES!" nearly everyone was in full roar.

"FOR YOU NEIGHBOR."

"YES!" Neito sneered as he heard his classmates responding. Mineta listened to those who had stood with him in the hallway, adding their voices to the response.

"FOR THE WORLD," he stood on the stage, staring down the barrel of the camera.

"YES!" The deafening roar shook the stage.

"MY NAME IS IZUKU MIDORIYA, AND I WILL FIGHT FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WITH MY DYING BREATH. THANK YOU." He bowed and stepped back; he walked off the stage as calmly as he had stepped onto it.

He smiled when he heard Midnight call for the beginning of the festival, the first event, Obstacle Race.