Walking through the vast and branching halls of UA the only sound heard was the sound of red shoes slapping against tiled floor. The sound started slow, a tap every couple of seconds until it started to go faster. With less intervals in between it picked up pace until it no longer sounded like walking. No, instead it sounded like running. Izuku Midoriya's breath could be heard first before he emerges from a hall. A big smile on his face as he ran, one of his fist clenching a piece of paper. Slowing down around a corner he saw the massive imposing doors of the hero course.

It was said that even the doors themselves cast a long imposing shadow onto the rest of the school and anyone that came and went from the doors were met with looks of both envy and wonder.

Smiling more he saw her, Kendo stood in the door to the hero class with her back to him, she smiled as she laughed at something someone else said.

He suddenly felt his excitement die out like the flame of a candle, his body now rigged and stiff. Shaking his head from his doubt he put his smile back on and he walked closer.

"Good morning Kendo!"

She slowly turned to face him, her eyebrow slowly raising. She wasn't frowning but she did not look happy to see him either. "Oh...good morning Midoriya."

She might as well as hit him in the gut, his body almost reeling from an invisible blow. Eyes dropping to the ground he swallowed, his hands slightly shaking as he raised it to show her his paper.

"I-I got in! L-look!" He couldn't help but cringe at the sound of his own stuttering nerdy voice but he pressed on. "I-it took a little l-longer then I planned but I-I finally did it! I g-got into the hero course. Now...now we can f-finally be rivals lik-like we promised.

She didn't make any sudden moves, only look over his shaking frame before letting out a small snort of a laugh, almost mocking in its tone. "Oh...right. I completely forget we promised each other that."

"W-what?" His heart sank.

"Yeah, I can't believe you thought I was serious. There's no way we would be equals." She laughed even harder making him shrink in on himself. "I was just being nice, everyone knows I'm better then you."

The doors to the hero course swung open to reveal Bakugo, Jirou and her group of friends standing there. All of them watching with amused looks.

No please, not again!

Making a mad dash for them the hall started to stretch and distort, every step only making it longer. He reached a hand out for her but she was forever kept out of his reach.

Turning back around Kendo started to walk through the doors, the large frame starting to close behind her. The small amounts of light still shinning through the doors as he ran becoming a small speck in an otherwise pitch dark hallway. His foot caught something, twisting a little before falling to the ground with a thud.

Crawling on the ground he raised a weak hand out to her, his voice quiet and meek.

"W-wait...come back..."

The only voice he heard a bizarre mix of Bakugo, Jirou and Kendo calling out to him.

"We don't need you anymore..."

Sitting up Izuku made a gasp, panting loudly as he quickly looked over the room. His green eyes going from one wall to the next until it stopped at a handful of unopened boxes, one of them opened to reveal swaths of folded clothes. The pounding heart in his chest started to subside at the sight.

That's right...he moved into the general study dorms yesterday. This, is his home now.

The back of his head hit his pillow as he laid back with a groan.

Another anxiety dream...they were more frequent now days. It feels like it's been months since he's had a good night sleep yet no matter how much he stayed in bed his brain would not allow him that luxury. Turning his head he looked out the window, the cool night air staring back at him...the tree near his dorm window swaying in the wind. It had to be 5am at least, the sun had yet to rise for the day and he's pretty sure he's not going to be able to go back to sleep any time soon.

There was only one thing he could do right now.

Getting up he combed some fingers through his messy unbrushed hair, getting up to throw on a green hoodie over his tank top and a pair of jeans over his boxers. Standing at the entrance of his apartment he turned, pausing to look at the framed photo of his mom. Reaching forward he picked it up to smile at it.

It's only been about a week since his mother left for America and yet he already missed her so much. It felt so weird to not wake up to the smell of freshly cooked breakfast or to the sight of his mother doing yoga in the morning. Just thinking about their tearful goodbye made something twist around inside of him.

It will only be a few months until she comes back...only a few months.

Swallowing the feeling of loneliness that was starting to form in the back of his throat he set the frame back down, taking one final look at it before closing the door behind him.


Jogging down along a rocky path Izuku panted, the faint traces of his breath drifting in the air as he ran. Coming to a stop near a bench he stopped for a short breather, his hand raising to rub at his sweaty forehead. Fishing a water bottle from the pocket of his hoodie he took a quick swig before taking a look around, still trying to get used to a lay of the land.

It was basically a small park made on campus grounds in between a handful of general study dorms. There was a nice walking path, bushes and a handful of trees sprinkled along the path to make it look nice...and it was nice if not a little small. As he took in the quiet melancholy of the park he couldn't help but wonder if the hero course had a park as well.

Was theirs nicer? Probably a bit more on the extreme side of things if he has the entrance exam as an example...they did somehow have an army of robots just lying around to be destroyed by freshmen. Who really knows with a school like UA.

Mostly satisfied with his quick workout he pulled out his phone to see what time it was, the blinking numbers of 6:30 popping up when he looked at the screen, a faint glow emanating from it.

That gave him some time to head back to his room and get clean before classes started.

His eyes flickered down to stare at the many unread text on his phone from Kendo. There sure were a lot of them. No telling what they said on them...he should probably answer them.

"Yeah, I can't believe you thought I was serious. There's no way we would be equals."

Hand shaking he grasped the phone a little tighter.

It...it was still too early to respond to them right now. Kendo was probably still asleep, there was no need to wake her up especially since she had a big day of the hero course ahead of her. Yeah...he'll respond, respond later.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket he let out a small sigh, a hand frustratingly rubbing his face, taking a second to feel guilty. Straightening his back he put his mask back on, smiled and started to jog back to his dorm.

It only took around thirty minutes to go back to his room. Stripping out of his sweaty clothes he took a quick shower, making sure to properly brush his hair this time before throwing on his college uniform. Standing in front of the mirror he huffed, trying for the third time to get his tie right.

He could never properly tie one of these, usually he had his mom or Kendo to help him but now...

Everything...everything is going to be fine. Remember that Recovery girl told me that if I do well at the sports festival I could get into the hero course. All I have to do is stall, get into the hero course by next semester and Kendo will welcome me with open arms. They could be friends again...then shortly after that his mom will get back from America.

All I need to do is stall.

Walking down the stairs and into the small coed kitchen Izuku was surprised to find someone else was already awake.

Staring into his cup of steaming brown liquid was a tall lanky man with messy, indigo hair. Hair that flared out into large tufts, kind of like a star fish. Large heavy bags hid under sharp purple eyes. Blinking slowly the man let out a yawn before turning to face him, a hint of recognition in his eyes.

Setting the mug back onto the counter he stared for a long moment before sighing. "Well shit, if they put you in class c I guess I shouldn't feel so bad about myself."

"Oh uh, sorry I don't really..."

"It's Shinso. I was one of the two that helped you with the crushed girl." Lifting the mug to his lips he took a long sip before talking again. "Don't feel bad about forgetting it, you kind of bolted after the exam. We never properly introduced ourselves."

Blinking a few times Izuku's eyes widened slowly. Walking down the final step he joined Shinso in the kitchen, taking a seat next to him with a smile.

"Right sorry about that! I wanted to make sure that no one else was seriously hurt."

Meeting his eyes Shinso quickly looked away. "It's fine...I'm used to it."

Silence hung in the air, the conversation already petering out. Trying to give the guy an encouraging smile Izuku continued.

"I sometimes feel like waiting to hear back from UA was worse then the actual robots!"

"I guess."

"It's a shame you and I didn't make it into the hero course huh?"

"Yup." He said popping the p.

"Just means we'll have to try even harder to get in!"

"Mhmm."

"Uh, well I mean..."

Izuku was dying out there, someone send him a life preserver because god if he wasn't drowning right now. He had no idea what to say and Shinso was shutting down any kind of olive branch he was extending! It'd be funny if it wasn't so sad. Every attempt seemed to only make Shinso more irritated, his right eye twitching slowly before turning to Izuku with a glare.

"Why are you being so chipper? Need I remind you that you and I failed? We're in general studies."

Frowning back at him Izuku tilted his head slightly. "I mean sure, for now. But I heard that if we do well at the sports festival we could earn our way into the hero course."

Scoffing Shinso rolled his eyes before staring down at his cup with a frown. "Oh yeah totally, we're going to go fight a bunch of hero student's with really powerful quirks. Just knock them off of their pedestals, that sounds realistic."

"We won't be able to if we just give up?"

Squeezing his cup tightly Shinso shrank into his trembling shoulders. Raising his mug he slammed it down against the counter, splashes of brown liquid sloshing out of it and onto the clean table. Turning to stare back at him he let out a furious shout. "That's easy for you to say! You have an amazing fucking quirk! So will you stop being...so nice!"

The kitchen was silent except the sound of Shinso's furious panting. Turning away from Izuku it felt as if Shinso just slammed a door in his face, his angry brooding canceling out anything Izuku could say. Standing up Izuku gave him a safe smile, a nod of his head and turned heading out of the front door with his bags.

"Sorry for bothering you, I'll leave you to your coffee."

Good start Izuku...good start.


The most bizarre and crazy thing about going to college at UA is that most of it was neither bizarre nor crazy, it was just like going to a normal college. You had a schedule, classes that you go to and teachers that teach the subjects. The only real difference was that professional heroes were the ones teaching you.

Midnight taught art.

Present Mic taught English.

Cementoss taught modern literature.

Ectoplasm taught math.

It was just really weird to see the heroes that he used to fan boy over so much when he was little be so...normal. He was well aware that heroes had lives outside of saving people but that didn't change the fact that seeing pro's in normal clothes was just so jarring. Midnight especially, outside of her seductive hero persona there was apparently a fairly normal woman that liked to talk about art and probably drank wine on the weekends with her cat.

Her and his mom would probably be the best of friends...the real question is would it be weird to introduce Midnight to his mom when she got back?

Regardless, going to UA turned into not that big of a deal. Almost...normal.

He blinked and almost a week had gone past.

Sitting in Recovery girls office he stared down at a piece of paper, the soft sound of his pencil scratching against it was calming to him, his anxieties that were building over the last couple of days finally starting to wane.

He always enjoyed writing, there was something soothing to it he guessed.

Some students in the general study classes had gotten sick so he had to fill out the proper paperwork for them. According to Recovery girl some of them were so unused to running for long periods of time they collapsed during gym. Turning behind him he looked over the two students as they quietly slept before facing forward to write some more.

It was nothing too crazy, just minor cases of over exhaustion. They just needed sleep and to drink a lot of water when they eventually woke up. From what he's reading one of them has a breathing problem and will probably need an inhaler in the future...

Izuku was suddenly jerked from his thoughts when a light in the room started to blink red, his body going stiff as a low siren started to go off. He didn't have long to question it because Recovery girl was already kicking open the door a second later, moving faster then he had ever seen the woman move up until this point. Fiddling with her doctors coat she gestured to him with her neck, turning and heading out the door and into the hall. Izuku quickly following after her.

Heading through the halls they weren't exactly running but they weren't walking either it was more a quick jogger walk. Robots ran to and fro, Izuku having to take a step back just to barely avoiding a robot as it zoomed past.

Watching the robot his head whipped around to talk to Recovery girl. "What's going on?"

Her back was turned to him as she walked, her voice sounding low. "Hero training."

Blinking at her angry tone he frowned as well. "Hero training? Isn't this the first week?"

"Yes...but the HSPC wants UA to focus more on battle training early on, work out the kinks early I guess. Every year there is always someone hurt."

Around a corner came a handful of robots all pulling gurneys. Shaking her head at the sight she turned towards the first one. Following after her he looked over it for the first time, his eyebrows raising slightly.

What he saw was what he assumed was a woman on the gurney? She was invisible to his sight, the only thing he could see were a pair of gloves and boots.

Looking the girl over quickly Recovery girl scribbled something onto a clipboard, thrusting it into his stomach before walking over to the next one. Turning the clipboard over Izuku he stared, frowning slightly at what he read.

Hypothermia.

The patient, Tooru Hagakure was in a building when the building was completely frozen, lack of proper hero attire failed to protect her from the elements.

Sliding his arms under where he believed the woman to be he easily picked her up bridal style, making sure to be as gentle as possible as he carried her back into the office and to slide her onto a bed. Moving a hand up her arm he stopped at her wrist, making sure to check her pulse.

Her heartrate was a little slow but nothing extreme. It's a good thing she wasn't in that environment for long.

The next step would be to remove any wet clothes.

Quickly moving on he removed her sopping wet gloves and boots, his hands pausing in hesitation for a second before running along her belly.

That's weird...the split between shirt and pants should be here somewhere.

Running a thumb along her belly he could feel her belly button, his hand drifting before he stopped, his eyes shooting open. Yanking his hand away he jerked it back like he just touched a scalding pot, his face bright red as he took multiple steps back.

She's not wearing clothes!? What kind of hero outfit doesn't have clothes!?

Grabbed any extra blankets he could find he pulled them around her gently, wrapping her up to keep the warmth in and to distract his brain from the very naked girl in front of him.

Sometimes it's best to just not think about it...

Before he could focus too much on why a naked woman was sent into hero training, two more gurneys were wheeled into the office, Recovery girl following in tow.

She huffed. "How is she?"

Face her he looked over to the two others before back to her. "She's suffering from a minor case of hypothermia, nothing too extreme so I didn't need to use my quirk. I've wrapped her in blankets and insulated her from the cold ground."

"Good, make sure to monitor her breathing for the time being. Did you already remove her wet clothing?"

He couldn't help but frown when he gestured to her 'outfit' with his hand. "You're looking at it."

"...wait that's all she was wearing!? What are these design departments thinking now days!? Wait till I find out who in their right mind decided to create such a fucking stupid ass..."

Ignoring Recovery girls famous ranting he walked over to one of the gurneys taking the clipboard to read it.

Scraps and bruises

The patient, Minoru Mineta was crushed by a chunk of rubble after another classmate thought it to be a good idea to blow the roof off of a building. Covered in minor scraps and bruises along head and shoulders, might have a concussion. Let rest and check in when he wakes.

Turning the small boy over, his fingers traced his scalp slowly. It looks like the boys purple grape like hair saved him, softening the blow. How his hair did that he had no idea, but it looked like it was made by something much sturdier than normal hair.

Maybe it was made from...

Shaking his head quickly to focus again he rubbed his hands together, tracing his injuries and focusing on the warmth drifting from his fingers. Green embers moved across the wound. Cringing at the small amount of pain he wandered over to the third patient.

Minor burns

The patient, Hanta Sero was clipped by a powerful explosion. His body was flung back against a wall and burned. Chest and face covered with minor first degree burns.

Looking over the tall lean young man his gaze drifted to a liter of minor burns along his arms and face. A painful reminder from his past. Recovery girls voice could be heard behind him.

"Don't bother with that one, I already used my quirk on him. Give it some time and he'll be right as rain." The tap of her cane on the ground snapped him from his thoughts, turning to watch her walk out the door. "Watch over them, I'll be back. I need to talk with Principal Nezu."

Silently he nodded, watching her leave before lowering a hand to grasp at his shaking one.


Blowing into his hot cup of coffee Shinso stared down at the warm brown liquid as it swished slightly in his grasp. Small amounts of steam drifted up and disappeared against his face, a single comfort in what was usually a bad start to the morning. Letting out a yawn he grimaced, exhaustion clinging to the bottom of his eyelids and drooping them farther down then usual. He's well aware that he should try and get out of this funk he's been in lately yet no matter how much he tried every action took more energy then usual. He felt like he was moving through thick molasses, his movements weighed down by who knows what.

No actually, he lied. He did know what was dragging him down. What was causing this deep depression to set in.

He failed, and the worst part was he kind of knew he was going to deep down. Everyone told him that he had the makings of a villain, that he wasn't 'hero material.'

Maybe they were right, maybe it was stupid to think he could be anything more...

The sound of footsteps to his left made him turn towards the noise, the sound gradually getting closer and closer until who does he see but none other then Mr. Smiles, Izuku fucking Midoriya. A grimace came to his face at the sight of him; tall, buff and radiating positivity as he came down from the final step. He looked to be dressed in a hoodie that was haphazardly thrown on and yet he still looked so put together. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the man.

"Good morning Shinso." He said, his smile unwavering despite the heated glares Shinso was currently shooting at him.

Maybe he could will a second quirk into existence, shoot lasers from his eyes and destroy someone with just a withering look. Sadly though this was reality and instead of striking the man down where he stood he walked over and sat down next to him.

"Guess you and I are the only morning people in 1c huh?" He said jovially.

"Mhmm."

Watching him for a second Izuku let out a tired sigh, a hand raising up to rub at his neck.

"Look I don't know what I said before but I just wanted to say that I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

God if that doesn't just make him feel like an ass. The worst part of people like this is they were just so nice, how is he supposed to hate you when you have a smile that not even a monster could hate?

Huffing softly he nodded slowly, his gaze refusing to meet Izuku's eyes as he stared down at his cup. "That's alright...I'm sorry for snapping. I've been having a bad time as of late."

They fell back into silence after that, neither of them really knowing what to say. Midoriya's eyes looked over at him, looking like he was going to say something but decidwd against it. After a bit of silence between them Midoriya looked away, slapping at his knees before getting up, gesturing to the door with his thumb.

"I'm going to go on my run now. Have a good day Shinso."

Shinso's grip on the mug got a little tighter, his head sinking down. He thought of the sneering faces of the people from his high school, the long lingered stares and whispers heard barely out of reach. The fearful look in people's eyes when he spoke to them, that guarded strained look that they always had...the same look that Midoriya seemed to lack. Maybe that was because he had no idea what Shinso's quirk was or maybe he was just that nice.

A question lingered on his tongue that he desperately wanted to ask.

"Midoriya." The green haired man paused at the door, stopping for a second before looking back at him. His eyebrows raised slightly at him, a soft gentle smile on his face. He didn't say anything but he looked at him with what Shinso could only describe as gentle understanding.

Do you think someone like me can be a hero?

The question danced around in his mouth just waiting to come out but he paused. Clicking his mouth shut he hesitated before asking a different question.

"Why are you trying so hard to be a hero even though your quirk isn't useful for fighting?"

Blinking back at him he could see something move across Midoriya's face, his eyes opening just a slightly bit wider as his mouth opened. For a split second Shinso could see something else in his expression...vulnerability. But just as quick it was gone, he gave Shinso a genuine smile before letting out a small chuckle.

"Well...you don't always get to choose your dreams I guess..."

Shinso...could relate. A feeling of understanding hitting him in the chest like a truck practically snaped him wide awake. His mind filling with clarity that he had not felt in a while but only later would Shinso know what actually happened.

He had been drowning, sinking into his own self pity until he could no longer get out on his own. Yet a single phrase reminded him of a feeling he had almost forgotten.

Words failed him despite him wishing to agree. To let him know that he understood how the green haired man felt.

Instead all he could do was watch Midoriya hick up his hoodie a little higher before walking farther outside and away from sight.

...

Walking down the steps and towards the park Izuku paused, his hands raising up so he could breath into them for warmth when a voice called out to him.

"Midoriya." Turning towards the sound Shinso ran after him, haphazardly throwing on a jacket of his own on as he ran. "Mind if I join you?"

No other words needed to be said between them. Izuku looked at him, gave him a small nod and started off on his jog, Shinso bouncing in place before following after him into the crisp morning air.


Recovery girl sat at her small old school computer as she typed away at it. Filling out one of many school reports she was required to fill out daily. Just a report on equipment used and anything of note to take account of throughout the day.

Ever since one of the walls into UA was destroyed by 'paparazzi' all of the UA staff were expected to fill out more reports daily. It was annoying but she understood.

Not far away her assistant was writing in a notebook as he studied one of the books on medicine she had gifted to him. He had seemed so focused on his studies that he had failed to hear that Eraser head had quietly come into their room while they worked.

Something she should train him on later, the boy gets too stuck in his own head for his own good sometimes.

"Recovery girl." The gruff man grumbled, her assistant practically jumping out of his skin next to her. "It's about time for the USJ. I have rented out the space and we need a medical person on standby per procedure."

Letting out a huff she continued to type away at her computer, her eyes refusing to leave the small monitor.

"Was that today? I had forgotten. I am much too busy with my reports to go running off...plus you know how long bus rides hurt my back!"

Letting out a small sigh Eraser head's brow knitted together, a frown on his lips.

"And I've told you time and again that I do not care. We are required to have a medic on standby."

More typing, Midoriya's gaze going from Recovery girl to Eraser head and back. Two grumpy auras practically clashing before his very eyes.

Letting out a hum she tilted her head in thought, raising her cane to point straight at Midoriya.

"Take the boy. He knows the basics already."

Turning towards Midoriya Eraser head stared for a long moment before sighing. Running a hand along his face he got up, walked over and placed his hands on Midoriya's shoulders.

"Very well."

Blinking a few times Midoriya found himself being dragged out of the room, the situation just now seeming to catch up with him. Looking back at a waving Recovery girl all he could do was say a single word.

"...what?"

Typing away at her computer Recovery girl paused to look at the door for a second, shaking her head she let out a laugh and then went right back to work.


Everything was going so fast, one second Izuku Midoriya was working on the research that Recovery girl assigned to him and the next he was standing before a class of hero hopefuls. Blinking a few times in surprise he noticed the entire class was staring at him as both him Eraser head have arrived. Their eyes boring into him making him sweat.

Before Eraser head could speak Izuku watched as a familiar blue haired man pushed through the crowd to gesture at him with his arm. Tenya Iida parting the crowd to make a beeline for him as he shouted.

"You! Midoriya! I have been meaning to speak to you since..."

Just as fast as he had arrived he was pushed aside, a familiar brunette girl appearing from the side to charge at him instead.

"Ah! My guardian angel!? Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for..."

She too was pushed aside by none other then a furious looking Bakugo, his eyes flaring as he shouted.

"DEKU! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU FUCKING LO..."

Wind parted and shifted around Bakugo before he was launched into the air, flying high out of sight. A tall broad shouldered young man with brown buzzed hair appearing to start shouting at him as he shook his shoulders, almost crushing him with his vice like grip.

"HELLO! MY NAME IS INASA YOARASHI! IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOUR..."

All Izuku could do was stare as the class descended into chaos, everyone shouting over each other...he was unsure how much of it was caused by him and how much was just caused by them feeding into each other's crazy. Turning his head he watched as Bakugo propelled himself back down to the ground safely before lunging at Yoarashi, multiple people getting in between them.

Class 1A was weird...

Rubbing his eyes all it took was Eraser head to glare at them with red flashing eyes to make everyone quiet down.

"Quiet. As I was about to say...class 1A this is Izuku Midoriya. He's Recovery girls assistant and has kindly volunteered to assist us today with our training. Do not, scare him away. You may need his assistance in the future if you go pro. Now everyone get on the bus, we don't have all day." Giving them one final look Eraser head turned and went onto the bus, letting out small grumbles as he went.

...

FWEEEEEEEE

Everyone flinched at the piercing high pitched whistle that rang from the area. The whole class looking over to the offending sound to find Iida standing near the bus, pumping his fist as he blew into a whistle dangling from his neck.

"You heard our teacher!" Shouted Iida. "Class 1A! Let's all board the bus in an orderly fashion! Form two single file lines by seat number!"

A chorus of groans rang out around him as the class promptly ignored his shouts, getting in line as they went back to other conversations.

"...did he always have that whistle?" Izuku asked aloud to no one in particular.

"I'm afraid that was me. I should have asked what he needed it for before making him one...my apologies."

Standing next to him was a young woman with long black hair tied back into a spikey ponytail, one bang hanging down from her right side. To the woman's right was Jirou, her hands raised to cover her ears with a grimace. Izuku and Jirou's eyes met for a second before he quickly looked away, instead choosing to smile at the stranger.

"Hello, my name is Izuku Midoriya."

Taking his hand in hers she politely shook it with a smile of her own.

"Momo Yaoyorozu. I have been voted vice president of the class and figured I should say hello since our current president is well..." Taking a quick glance at Iida as he made wide gestures with his arms like he was trafficking a plane she sighed before looking back to Izuku. "Occupied at the moment."

Finally, someone normal!

"I appreciate it, sorry to have caused such a scene."

Letting out a small laugh she shook her head. "Not at all, if anything I feel like we should apologize. You have kindly offered to help us and here we are being...dare I say rather unwelcoming."

"First one on the bus gets to choose the seat!" Running past them they all watched as a floating jumpsuit with gloves and boots ran past, shouting as she ran onto the bus.

"What!? No fair!" Shouted a girl with purple skin running after the invisible woman before also disappearing onto the bus. The rest of the class now realizing that seats on the bus were fair game made a dash for the door as well.

"What!? Stop! Please board the bus in an orderly fashion! An orderly fashion I said!?" Screamed Iida as he was practically bowled over by the rest of the class.

The scene was actually pretty funny as it played out in front of him.

Letting out a laugh before he spoke. "Shall we? I'd hate to be left behind."

Nodding she sighed before making her way towards the bus as well. "Right, best not to keep Mr. Aizawa waiting."

On board the bus was unsurprisingly just as loud and chaotic as it was outside, although Izuku would have been more confused if he hopped onto the bus and suddenly everyone was acting like angels. Shouts were heard all around him as he walked across and took a seat on the first spot he could see. Feeling an extra weight to his left he looked down to see the brunette woman from earlier smile up at him with a big smile.

"Hi! I know you never got my name before but hopefully you remember my face. I'm Ochako Uraraka. Thank you for saving me before!"

Smiling gently at her he nodded before speaking. "It would be a little hard to forget you. I'm glad that you are feeling better Uraraka."

"T-thank you um...y-you too."

The bus lurched for a second, interrupting their conversation, before starting off down the road. Heading for whatever facility class 1A had reserved for the day.

The spirited conversations continued around the bus with Izuku content to just keep to himself and observe everything around him. The invisible and pink girl from earlier were have an animated conversation about something, their hands moving from side to side as they spoke happily. Yoarashi was having a heated discussion with Kirishima before their hands interlocked to do what Izuku could only describe as a manly bond.

A bro shake perhaps.

Everyone here seemed to be so friendly, all of them already starting to form bonds over their interest...it must be nice.

Before Izuku could think any farther then that he was suddenly overcome with the feeling of multiple eyes on him. Bakugo was sitting at the back of his bus, his glaring eyes unwavering as he stared Izuku down, he somehow looked even angrier then the last time they met.

"Hey! Where the hell are you going Deku? Think you could escape me that easily."

"K-kachan what..."

"Can the crap! I know you blabbed to the school and because of you I might have a permanent mark on my record!"

Although he was not sure if that was even possible. Sometimes his cheek still stung from that punch...

Pulled away from his gaze he instead noticed that Jirou and Yaoyorozu were sitting nearby as they talked with each other...well Yaoyorozu was talking, Jirou seemed to be more focused on looking his way and then looking away again. Most likely she wanted to talk to him about something but god was he not going to let her.

Why did she refuse to leave the past in the past? It would be easier if she just ignored me.

Shifting to his right made him turn towards it, staring down at a bored looking frog girl. She blinked a few times up at him before speaking.

"Midoriya. My name is Tsuyu Asui but my friends call me Tsu kero. I apologize in advance but I always say what's on my mind."

That certainly got his attention.

"Ok Tsu, hit me with what you got."

"Kero alright. Why did Uraraka call you her 'guardian angel' before?"

Uraraka surged forward from his side to shout happily, pink dusting her cheeks as she pulled his arm against her. "Because he saved me! During the entrance exam I got crushed under rubble. I might've died if Izuku didn't rescue me."

"It's true! I saw the whole thing! He rushed into the fray despite the zero pointer standing right over her!" Yelled Kirishima from his spot. "It was one of the manliest things I've ever seen!"

Tilting her head Yaoyorozu looked around at the rest of the class. "What is a...zero pointer?"

"Its a giant robot, they unleashed it towards the end of the entrance exam. When I first saw it I almost passed out! It was crazy big." Said the guy with the lightning hair.

"REALLY? I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE THAT!" Screamed Yoarashi.

The rest of 1A all chimed in, some even telling their own stories about the experience. Yaoyorozu put her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my, that sounds quite scary."

"It truly was, I myself was frozen in fear until Midoriya snapped me out of it." Shouted Iida over the other voices. "I'm honestly surprised to see you had not passed the exam! You had even found out about the exams secret points!"

Izuku felt a spike of anxiety run over him as everyone started to look at him in awe, giving him attention that was not warranted at all.

Shaking his head he gestured to Kirishima in the hopes to deflect the attention elsewhere. "Nonsense! I just tried to lift a rock, Kirishima was the one who defeated the zero pointer with a single punch!"

Bakugo stood up in his seat to grip the railing. "What the fuck do you mean he beat it with a single punch!?"

"Woah is that true Kirishima you must be really strong!" Shouted the invisible girl!

Just like that everyone was now looking at an embarrassed Kirishima. Letting out a small sigh he smiled, happy to go back to watching the others interact.

"Kero, I personally don't see it."

Looking back at Tsu he smirked before shrugging, his voice soft only for her to hear.

"That's alright, I don't see it either."

He couldn't help but smile when the frog girl made a small laugh.


The building that they were driven to, in-short, was humongous. It was arguably bigger than the already huge main school building, or even the fake city that the entrance exam took place in.

Staring up at the big walls Uraraka whisper shouted, grabbing Izuku's shoulders and shaking him back and forth. "Oh my God, it's Thirteen!"

"I take it you like Thirteen Uraraka?"

"Are you kidding!? They are my favorite hero!"

Behind them Jirou watched on with a frown.

"Welcome to my facility, here you can find a simulation of every kind of natural disaster or accident that you can imagine. I call it…" The Hero spread their arms. "The Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Or you can just call it 'USJ' for short."

A few students murmured about the facilities name while Izuku mostly watched Eraser head walk over to Thirteen.

"Thirteen, where's All Might?" he asked, glancing around. "He was meant to be waiting here too."

All might is coming her? I knew that All Might was teaching at UA this year but I had no idea I was actually going to meet him!

Izuku tried to will his excitement down.

"Ah, about that…" Thirteen mumbled the rest of the sentence, but seemed to give a hand sign with her answer. Izuku wasn't sure what it could mean, but it would probably mean All Might wouldn't show up until later.

Aizawa groaned in annoyance. "Of course. That man is the peak of irrationality. Whatever." He turned back to the class. "Let's get started."

"Actually, before that, I'd like to say something…or two…..or three? Maybe four…." Thirteen rambled, counting fingers with each point. Eventually she stopped counting. "As I'm sure some of you might be aware, my Quirk is called 'Black Hole'. It can create vortexes that can suck up and destroy anything."

"You've used it to save all kinds of people!" Shouted Uraraka, practically buzzing with excitement.

Thirteen nodded. "Indeed. But, my power could also be used just as similarly to kill someone." Immediately, the atmosphere around the group went heavy. "And I'm sure the same thing can be applied to a lot of you too."

Thirteen waved her hand in a sweeping gesture among the crowd. "While the use of Quirks in society are heavily monitored and restricted at all times it only takes one person to do the wrong thing for people to die. In your previous classes, you've come to understand both the strength and potential danger of your Quirks, but in this class you'll be learning how to use your Quirks to help people not to harm them."

With her speech done, Thirteen bowed in thanks, to the applause of the class. Uraraka bouncing up and down gushing to him.

Aizawa bounced off the railing he was leaning on and walked back beside his colleague. "Alright, with that done we can begin. We'll first-"

The lights next to them flickered, sparking erratically as the fountain the distance started to go crazy.

Eraser head froze and suddenly spun around to face the fountain at the bottom of the stairs. Before Izuku could even wonder what the problem was the 1A teacher started to shout back to the class.

The area around the fountain shifted and twisted, turning a deep dark purple before pulling apart, the very air bending to an unseen will. A twisted hand emerged from a hole wrenching back before pulling it wider, the hole exploding outward to reveal a handful of people. From the hole people started to flow out of it.

"Huddle up and don't move!" He yelled, before turning his back to the class. "Thirteen, protect the students."

"Huh?" Izuku asked dumbly. Kirishima, who was in front of him, leaned forward and craned his neck.

"What's that? Is that more 'obstacles', like the entrance exam?"

"Don't move!" Eraser head yelled, pulling his goggles on. "Those are villains!"

A man wearing an outfit made out of hands let out a laugh and little did Izuku know that his path was once again about to change.


Notes:

I tried so hard to make Izuku taking classes interest or exciting but man is it hard. I guess there is a reason that all of the other classes were not shown in My Hero because man is it boring. I struggled with it for a bit trying to set up class dynamics and stuff but I decided to scrap it, instead doing little vinets of Izuku's life in between classes and ending on what I ACTUALLY want to write, the USJ.

Yes Izuku is going, they drove thirty something minutes to go to the USJ by bus. Forget the villain attack, what were they going to do if someone got hurt during rescue training? They had no medical people on standby!? Just what, drive thirty minutes back to UA? That's crazy.