Notes:

Hope everyone had a good holiday, mine was kinda crazy honestly. I apologize that my upload schedule is all over the place but I'm mostly doing this for fun so you get chapters when you get them. No complaining or I will turn this fanfiction around so help me young man.


In a dark alley hidden by prying eyes the rats started to scurry, moving from one heap of trash to the next only going out into the open long enough to scavenge for scraps. Moving along the ground one of them picks up a piece of food, raising it to their little mouth to nibble at it. Suddenly, it's body goes ram rod straight, an ear twitching before turning and running off back into the dirt and grime.

Not far away in the same alley a light went on inside of a bar, a faint eerie glow illuminating a dreary and dark land through smudged glass. From the outside we hear a wooshing sound followed by the sound of something shattering.

Shigaraki was furious. Picking up a stool he slammed it down against the bar, the wood splintering under the force of the strike. Standing nearby Kurogiri watched on, not moving an inch to stop him. Merely shifting to his left to avoid a shot glass flying through the air and slamming against the wall near his ever moving misty head. Curses flew around the bar just like a few more shot glasses, litters of glass being sprinkled across the dirty floor.

Kurogiri made a mental note to sweep after Shigaraki had calmed down.

With the sound of a click a tv hanging from the wall flickered to life, an eerie green glow illuminating it before a voice could heard from the static covered screen. "I take it it did not go well."

Shigaraki raised a hand and slammed it down onto the bar stool, turning it to dust in his flaking hands. Spinning to face the tv screen he screamed, two hands raising to frantically scratch along his neck.

"Master! I failed! The Nomu was defeated and I didn't get to kill a single fucking child!"

"Calm yourself Shigaraki. So All Might was stronger then I originally predicted, give it time. His strength wanes every day."

"No!" His words surged forward like a mad prophet. "It's not him we have to worry about! It's that god damn child!"

A pause hung in the air before the tv responded. "Child? What child?"

Whether Shigaraki heard him or not neither of them could tell, his words continuing to spew out like a crazed madman as he walked to and fro.

"Everyone knows you have to take out the healer first! They may seem weak and squishy but their existence becomes an increasing problem the longer they stay alive! How did I not see it sooner? Why are we so focused on the raid boss when there is a healer walking around!? I need...I need to get some air! Maybe, maybe break some things!"

The itch refused to leave, clouding his mind and consuming all thought. Kurogiri watched as Shigaraki stomped towards the door, raising a foot and kicking it open.

"Shigaraki please wear a coat, it's starting to get cold this time of..." Kurogiri calling after only to be interrupted by the door slamming behind him. Letting out a small sigh the smokey being shifted around the bar counter to fetch a broom, the voice from the TV calling out to him.

"Kurogiri, tell me everything."


Shinso sat on the ground of a polished gym, sweat clinging to his PE uniform. Raising a water bottle he took a big long swig, unable to look away from the sight before him even for a second.

Fist clashed in the center of the gym, his...friend, fighting for his life.

Were they friends? It was never openly said but they were friendly towards each other if anything.

Slowly blinking he made sure not to miss a second of the scuffle, trying to drill the moves into his memory. Midoriya took a swing at Eraser's head, his fist moving in quickly to go in for more strikes. Each blow looked like they had some serious strength behind them yet each blow was easily being deflected. A quick jab to his shoulder made Midoriya to try hitting him with a back hand, Eraser head easily ducking under it and hitting him with a few jabs to his torso.

When Eraser head came to him with the offer to join Midoriya in being one of the first two members of the "Hero training inclusion program" he was excited.

'Crappy name aside it was a chance to get stronger and maybe get into the hero course!' He excitedly thought.

Little did he know it was going to be literally hell. Weeks of grueling physical training that made everything hurt. Weeks of 'fighting' Mr. Aizawa and weeks of learning how to use this stupid scarf! After every night he would lay in bed and cringe every time he shifted his weight.

There were many times when it felt like the training was doing more harm then good. Every action outside of training taking more effort then usual.

"That's just because your body isn't used to extreme exercise yet, stick with it!" Shouted his annoying smiling bush of a friend, every achievement an excuse to throw praise Shinso's way.

Sometimes it felt less like training and more like getting beat up every day of his life.

Well...I get beat up, Midoriya seems to be doing ok.

Wincing he watched as Midoriya was knocked down hard, the fall making Shinso feel the phantom pain even all of the way back where he was sitting.

Mostly ok. That was probably going to leave a bruise.

But just like every time before he watched Midoriya get back up and go in for more.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone get back up from a beating more then Izuku Midoriya.

"Good, take a five." Grumbled Eraser head, turning his head to stare straight at Shinso. "That goes double for you. Can't have you just sitting around all day."

Midoriya slowly walked over to him, catch a water bottle that Shinso threw. Slumping down the wall next to him he took a big long gulp.

"How in the world are you going toe to toe with Eraser head?" He muttered at Midoriya.

Letting out a laugh Midoriya responded, always smiling. "You kidding? He's kicking my ass out there, I think I landed only a single punch."

"You're doing better then me at least."

"...No offense Shinso but when I met you you looked like you did not work out a day in your life."

Ouch. That was a little harsh...even though it was mostly true.

His brain sometimes likes to play a 'fun' game where it likes to drift while he lays around in bed and scolds him for not training earlier in life.

Instead of continuing that conversation Shinso decided to change the subject. Taking a sip of his bottle he frowned, not really meeting Midoriya's eyes.

"You keep getting up like it's nothing, like it's no big deal. How?"

There it was again, a split second where Midoriya's smile faltered, his lip twitching. It was quick and if you blinked you missed it. It was something Shinso didn't get for a while when he first saw it but now he understood. The smile was fake...it was a really good fake but it was still fake. Whether it was a defense mechanism or a product of his past he had no idea but after he saw it Shinso started to understand his weird green haired companion a little bit more.

That fact made Shinso feel a little better about himself despite his guilt for feeling that way. It wasn't a competition he kept telling himself despite his brain saying otherwise.

Midoriya let out a small sigh, a look of sadness bleeding through. "I'm not strong enough...there's someone I grew up with that I need to catch up to. I can't just lay on the ground forever."

Blinking a few times surprised Shinso watched as Midoriya got back onto his feet, his hands patting dirt from his pants. His strong shoulders sagged before becoming strong again. Turning towards Shinso he stuck a hand out to help him up.

Well shit.

Taking his hand he was pulled to his feet again like he weighed nothing, ignoring the screaming of his legs.

Izuku Midoriya might be one of the strongest people he knew. If even he feels inadequate he'd love to meet the person who's apparently stronger then him one day.

Tossing his bottle aside he started to join Eraser head and Midoriya.

"Alright you two, this time come at me at the same time."


Walking through the general studies cafeteria Midoriya and Shinso held trays of food as they talked. Both of them slightly smiling as they enjoyed their fairly normal conversation about an up and coming test until a voice called out to them.

"There you are!"

In a flash a girl with a bob cut of brown hair was upon them, her arm linking with Midoriya's. Smiling up at him she started to tug his companion away.

"I've been looking everywhere for you! You should join our group for lunch! C'mon it will be fun!"

"Oh uh, I was actually going to eat lunch with my friend Shinso." He said back, the smaller girl somehow yanking him along like he wasn't almost double her size.

The sight almost comical with a few people around them giving knowing looks and laughing.

"He can come too! C'mon!"

Watching the exchange Shinso blinked slowly, his eyes looking down at his tray of tasty looking food as he contemplated just leaving Midoriya to his fate.

Hopefully she didn't kill him...

But when he looked back up his eyes met green pleading ones as Midoriya was pulled out the door and out into the court yard.

Letting a long, deep, exhausted sigh he closed his eyes before following after them.

Past the bustling lunch rush of the hour. Past the hordes of chatting happy young adults and farther into the campus of UA, Midoriya and Shinso found themselves thrust into the hero student cafeteria.

It was weird, from what Shinso heard it was a place only for the most gifted and powerful of students. Hell, he knew a few people in general studies that actively avoided walking past the dual swinging doors like the plague laid in wait on the otherside.

It was no secret that hero students were not exactly welcomed openly in some parts of the school so it made sense for there to be places only for them, for the elite.

A place only for the chosen.

Yet standing in the doorway of the fabled hero course halls all he could think was how normal it all looked. There was no gold, no smug looks or angry glares.

It was just a normal cafeteria. If it wasn't for the big golden UA logo on the door he could have mistaken this cafeteria with any of the other general study cafeterias throughout the school.

There had to be at least one hundred students just sitting about and enjoying their Lunch Rush made food.

Not far away Midoriya was sitting at a table surrounded by hero hopefuls. He had a big gentle smile on his face but his eyes looked like he was pleading for help. His stature was just a little more tense then usual. Their eyes met. He let out another sigh before walking over to sit next him.

The things he does for friendship...

"Everyone, this is my friend Shinso. He's in general studies with me. Say hello Shinso." Said Midoriya as soon as he sat down. Most likely trying to pull the conversation away from himself.

"Hello Shinso." He muttered, staring down at his food before stabbing into it with a fork.

The table was quiet before a few laughs went off around him. A girl with jacks coming out of her ears chuckled before rolling her eyes playfully, stabbing at her own plate of food.

"Oh good, another sarcastic asshole! Welcome to the party."

"Jirou! That kind of language is uncalled for when welcoming a new guest!" Shouted a blue haired guy with glasses, slamming his hands down onto the table.

'Jirou' responded back with a shrug of her shoulders, putting some food into her mouth. "What? I for one welcome more sarcasm into this group. Everyone here is too nice for my liking..."

"Still! It is proper to introduce yourself first before jokes!" Turning towards him the glasses guy thrusted out a straight arm across the table at him, the taller mans arm stretching past the middle point of the table. "My name is Tenya IIda! I am the student body president of 1A, It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

Shinso had to lean back to take his hand to shake it, lazily wrapping his hand around 'Iida's' before shaking it up and down slowly.

"Uh sure, like Midoriya said my name is Shinso..."

"It is pleasure to make your acquaintance Shinso." Iida shouted as he shook his hand with enough force to make him bounce slightly in his seat.

God he had a strong grip.

Sitting next to Iida was a tall, slender woman with a crazy black ponytail. Coughing into her hand she smiled with a nod. "Hello, my name is Momo Yaoyorozu. I am the vice president of 1A. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"And I'm Uraraka!" Giggled the brown haired girl from before. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Sure...the uh, pleasure is all mine." Shinso blinked slowly, looking between them before back to Midoriya, not bothering to hide his voice. "Hero course students are weird."

All his friend did was respond with a laugh, giving him a knowing look. "You kidding? These guys are the more normal ones I've met."

Popping out from behind Midoriya Uraraka smiled brightly.

"Yeah but it's more fun that way."

"So long as we obey the rules I don't see why being 'weird' should be a factor of being a good hero."

"I for one welcome so many new friends."

"Eh, I can take it or leave it."

Turning to face Jirou Iida and Yaoyorozu started to scold her making the group laugh. Staring down at his plate the faint hint of a smile spread across Shinso's face.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.


Anxiety nipped at the back of Midoriya's mind as he sat at their table. The friends he made in the hero course talking amongst each other about their training, their classes and their impressions of UA so far. The fact that all of them were all smiles and happy despite only a few weeks ago coming across real life villains was impressive.

Sometimes Midoriya's mind drifts back to that weird bird like creature at the USJ and his skin began to crawl.

He had died...kind of, if it weren't for his quirk he'd be dead. He had no idea he had the power to heal himself, it was mostly dumb luck that he managed to figure out that his quirk was able to do that. A primal instinct that activated at the time. Most healing quirks only worked on other people so he never even thought about using it on himself before.

Blinking he felt his eyes sag, fighting back the urge to yawn.

His body was so sore, both training under Aizawa and learning how to properly use this new facet of his quirk under Mrs. Shuzenji made it hard to do anything really. Which might be an extra bonus because it didn't give him time to think about...

Shaking his head to stop his trailing thoughts he laughed along with his friends, Shinso and Jirou seeming to be having a sass off. Raising a fork to his mouth his body froze when he heard a voice, a cold shiver running up his spine.

"Midoriya?"

The loud bustling noises of the cafeteria fell away around him as time seemed to slow. His heart jumping a spike, hammering away with fear as he slowly turned to find Kendou standing not far away.

She was standing before him in the hero course uniform, hair tied up into an orange side ponytail, the faint traces of a scar on her right cheek. The food sitting on her tray had started to slowly slide to one side but the action seemed to have gone ignored.

Kendo was just staring at him. It was just them at this moment, everyone in the rest of the school fell away.

He couldn't pull his eyes away from her, his mouth probably hung open in pure shock. It felt like something was clogging his throat, making it hard to breath.

Before his very eyes he saw a wave of emotions come across her face.

Shock that turned into relief then confusion...then anger.

Kendo's teal eyes looked over the situation, the friends, the food, the laughs. Her orange eyebrows drifting down as she started to frown. Her gaze drifted from the girl hanging on his arm to the other hero course students. Gripping her tray tightly she turned without uttering a word and stomped out of the cafeteria.

The rest of the world rushed back like a wave, the bustling sound of the busy cafeteria washing back over him. Swallowing he quickly got up from his seat to rush over to where she ran off to.

His voice calling after her and sounding way weaker then he would've liked. "K-kendo! W-wait hold on!"

Quickly walking over to the doors hoping that he would be able to catch up with her and talk he blinked, surprised to find multiple people blocking it.

Crossing her arms a girl with long green hair and sharp teeth waved an arm to get his attention. "Woah there green. Nu uh, you aren't coming through."

"P-please I just...let me just talk to her, I-I can..."

"Doesn't look like she wanted to talk to you man."

Those words hurt more then he would have liked, it taking him a second to respond. "I need to say I'm sorry, this...this isn't what it looks like."

Walking up to him to get in the way a man with chin length messy silver hair crossed his arms. For a second Midoriya thought it was Kirishima...

Did Kirishima have a brother?

"She said back off man! I dont know what's going on but I'm pretty sure you hurt her enough for the day. Turn your ass back around unless you want to answer to me!"

Frowning at the stranger he felt anger take him for a second, his hand clenching.

Taking a deep breath he smiled, easing up and letting his fist go. "Ok. You're right. I'm sorry, I don't want any trouble."

Turning back around his shoulders sagged, blinking when he felt a severed hand patting his shoulder. The floating head of the woman from before drifting around him to talk.

"Just...give her time. Helpful advice from a girl, now would not be a good time to talk."

Nodding he walked back to his table trying to ignore the questioning gazes of his new friends.

"Forgive me, but do you any of you know what just happened?" Whispered Iida, leaning in close to the group to speak.

"I do not know, but it is rude to pry." Whispered back Momo, her tone giving away that she clearly wanted to know despite her words.

Blinking slowly Jirou seemed to connect the dots, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh! So THATS Kendo. I don't know why I never pieced it together before."

"Wait, you know what just happened?" Whispered Uraraka, sliding in to their little huddle with a weird look on her face.

"Kinda." Jirou shrugged. "When Midoriya and I went to the same school together he would mention a Kendo sometimes. She's like his best friend, they basically grew up together. I didn't realize they were one in the same."

"You...you dont say." There was something else in Urarakas tone as she smiled.

"Oh my, two childhood friends brought together through happenstance and then torn apart by a misunderstanding." Yaoyaorozu whispered, a scandalised hand going to her mouth.

"Not everything is a romance novel Momo."

"I have other experiences then romance novels I'll have you know!"

As Jirou and Yaoyaorozu playfully bantered back and forth Midoriya just stared down at his food, no longer feeling hungry...


"Midoriya."

He...he should have just talked to her.

"Midoriya!"

This was all his fault, now she's never going to want to talk to him again...

"MIDORIYA!"

A sharp pain hit his shin knocking him from his thoughts, Recovery girl looking over at him with a frown.

"Will you please respond to me when I'm talking to you."

"Oh, sorry about that Mrs. Shuzenji..."

Looking him over she huffed, taping her cane against the ground before giving him a concerned look. "You've been staring off into space for days now. Have you been getting enough sleep? Aizawa isn't working you too hard is he?"

He hadn't gotten enough sleep honestly but it wasn't because of Aizawa...

Nodded he gave her a smile, rubbing at his neck. "Sorry about that, I've just been lost in thought lately."

She did not look like she believed him but she let it go for now.

"Very well, but so help me god if you pass out on me there will be hell to pay, you hear!"

"Yes Mrs. Shuzenji!"

"Good now go fill out some paperwork, I know it's a slow day but that doesn't mean you should sit around with a thumb up yer bum!"

Walking over to his desk he sat down, frowning down at the stack of papers scattered out before him. Usually he enjoyed writing, usually it calmed him. But every time he tried to relax he would think about Kendo's furious face.

Coming into the office from the front door came a broad shouldered man. Short pale grey hair spiked up, a snaggle tooth poking out of his lower lip. Izuku knew who this man was...Vlad King. He was currently dressed in his hero uniform, dark, red, skin tight suit coupled with big, bulky, white gauntlets and boots.

Looking over the room through his yellow goggles he looked at Midoriya with a quizzical gaze before turning to smile at Recovery girl.

Walking over to meet him Recovery girl smiled back, giving him a nod.

"Kan, it's a pleasure."

"Good evening Shuzenji." He said in a gruff baritone.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? You usually only come down here when you need something."

He almost looked offended at the comment if he wasn't smiling the whole time.

"I heard one of the kids Aizawa took under his wing works down here as your assistant."

"Oh god, what did he do?" Huffing she turned to face her assistant with a raised eyebrow. "What did you do?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of..." Muttered Midoriya, looking between the two pro heroes before sticking out his hand. "I'm one of the members of the Hero training inclusion program, my name is Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you Vlad King."

Giving his hand a firm shake he scratched at his chin with his off hand. "Man, that really is a bad name."

Letting out a laugh Recovery girl shook her head. "Yes that is what I said but Eraser head and Nezu insisted it be named something easy to remember."

"It lacks that certain pizazz we need if we want to get it approved by the hero commission."

"That and it's a mouth full."

"Hmm that too, perhaps we should talk with Midnight or someone more into the glamorous side of things."

Midoriya's green eyes bounced from one hero to the next, slowly blinking before shaking his head.

"Sorry if I'm being a little rude but...was there something you needed from me Vlad King?"

A surprised look moved along Vlad King's face, blinking back at him before coughing into his hand, most of his blush lost in his bright red suit.

"Yes of course, my apologies." Turning towards Recovery girl he smirked. "I wanted to see if I can steal your assistant for a while? We are down a man today for hero training and we can not do a team based practice with an odd number. I figure it be best to put some practical training in them early and the other boy Shinso had to leave early today."

That was a little surprising. He was going to do hero training? Here? Now?

Recovery girl seemed to think for a second before sighing. "Very well. Please do not damage him too badly, I would like my assistant in one piece."

Vlad King's massive gloved hands found their way to his shoulders, chuckling as he started to drag him out of the room.

"Excellent! Come along boy, let me teach you why you should have come to me for training and not Eraser head. Show you how a real hero does things!"

Feet dragging along the ground the last thing he saw was Recovery girl waving at him before he was pulled from sight.

Why does this keep happening to him?


Itsuka Kendo was pissed. Probably angrier then she had ever been in her life.

Even angrier then the time Sora and Yuki used some of her favorite motorcycle magazines as coloring books. Or the time that Aika said she looked "Like a man." Or even the time that...

Shaking her head she huffed.

Non of that mattered, the point was that she was mad, really mad. She was so ready to do some hero training and let out all of the frustration that was building up over the last couple of days.

Hitting a punching bag with Midoriya's face on it was not cutting it at the moment.

She threw her hero costume on, tightened her corset over her turquoise colored qipao and strapped on her navy blue boots. Hell, she even cracked her knuckles for good measure only to come out of the changing room to find they were lacking a teacher!

Now she was standing here in her hero costume, surrounded by tall buildings and her own thoughts. The rest of her class showing up not far behind also dressed in their costumes but she paid no mind to them, instead choosing to face forward.

Kendo was not used to being this angry, sure she's had burst of anger in the past but this was the first time she's gone on days angry. Usually she just had to hit something, maybe work on her bike for a while and she could go to bed content and raring to get to work the next day...but not recently. No matter what she did the anger would only subside for a time before flaring up again. Every time she stopped filling her mind with mindless tasks it would start to drift, drift back to a green haired boy she thought was her friend. Every time she would think about Midoriya and his stupid handsome face she just wanted to...no wait, punchable face, that's what she meant!

Stupid, punchable, dumb face.

Gah! Even when he's not here he's driving her crazy!

She was so busy angrily scratching at her ginger scalp that when she felt a tap on her shoulder she jumped, snapping back from her thoughts. Turning she was surprised to find Tetsutetsu standing next to her. Looking her over her with a concerned look that made her smile.

"You ok class rep?" He asked, his normally load voice quieter then usual.

Calming her heart she sighed, giving him a soft smile. "Yeah, all good Tetsutetsu. Sorry that I've been out of it the last few days."

"It's ok, I understand...kinda. I don't really get why you've been so angry but I know you'll figure it out. There's a reason that most of our class voted for you as class rep."

A fact that still surprises her even now.

Blushing slightly she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before smiling. "Thanks. I appreciate you checking on me but I think I'll be ok."

A wave of crimson drifted up Tetsutetsu's face, the normally confident boy suddenly looking a lot more nervous.

"H-hey uh, Kendo. I wanted to see if you wanted too maybe do something some..."

"Alright maggots! Talking time is over!"

Stomping around the corner Vlad King shouted, the entire class of 1B immediately shutting their small talk down and standing ram rod straight. Smiling towards their teacher as he got closer she paused, having to do a double take at the person following not far behind him.

Izuku Midoriya.

What in the world was he doing here? Wasn't he in 1A?

"Listen up everyone because I'm only going to say this once! I'm sure you are all aware that Fukidashi is out sick today due to a family, comic book esc emergency." Placing both of his hands on Midoriya's shoulders he squeezed them. "This here is Izuku Midoriya. Midoriya is Recovery girls assistant and has kindly volunteered to help us during our hero training today! Please show him all of the kindness that you show towards each other!"

Despite Vlad King's words the sheer waves of anger radiating from the crowd of students could probably drop an elephant. Levels of anger that may as well be visible by the naked eye. Letting Midoriya go she watched as the boy slowly walked over to the crowd of people despite the aura of death directed at him and stood not that far away from her, his eyes looking over to her with sadness before quickly looking away.

She wasn't sure how to feel about any of that. Midoriya was apparently Recovery girls assistant? When did that happen?

Stop it. You're still mad at him, it doesn't matter what he does with his time.

Facing forward to stop herself from staring Vlad King pulled out a box, setting it on a table next to them.

"Normally this lesson was supposed to be taught by All Might but after the USJ he's been recovering after the incident so instead I'm teaching it." Shouted Vlad King, absently patting the box. "We're going to be pulling balls out of this box. Each ball will have a number, be sure to match with your teammates and then I will go into more detail."

A team based hero training? A team based hero training where she might find herself working with or against Midoriya?

She's not sure which would be worse...ever since the incident in the cafeteria she had so wanted to get her hands on Midoriya. To shout and yell in his face. Yet, now that he was standing before her with a chance of actually fighting him she found herself losing her nerve.

She doesn't think she actually wants to hurt Midoriya, she wasn't sure what she wanted at that moment...

Hearing her name called she marched forward, reaching inside to pull out a ball with the letter B on it.

"Now that all you have been trained on practical use of your quirks today will be your first day using them in combat!" Grinned Vlad King. "As you have already learned, villainy does not always take place out in the open. While sure there are bank robberies and purse snatchers most villainy takes place hidden behind closed doors. Alleys and the darkest parts of society."

Monoma walked up to take his ball, everyone nodding along to what Vlad was saying, a few others walking up one at a time to get their ball.

The entire time Kendo found her eyes drifting back to Midoriya now and again. His green eyes taking in everything Vlad King was saying with the wonder of a child.

God he was still such a dork...

Shaking her head she wiped her growing smirk off of her face.

"That's why today we are going to do a team exercise. On each ball under the letter there will also be a small h or v telling you if you are going to be a hero or a villain." Looking down at her ball as Vlad kept talking sure enough she had a small h carved into it. "The villains will go into the building first to set up a fake bomb, after a small prep time the heroes will go in after. The goal is to find and disarm the bomb before the time is up. You will have ten minutes before the bomb goes off. Dismissed!"

Blinking surprised she looked around to find that everyone had already started to match up into their groups. Stopping she stared as Midoriya matched up with Kodai, the classes resident quiet beauty.

"Looks like we are matched together, Kendo san." Shisida spoke softly next to her. Holding up his large hairy hand to reveal he too had a ball with a B on it. "You seemed lost in thought so I figured you should have some time to yourself. I look forward to working with you."

"Yeah, right back atcha." Smiling back at him she put her hands at her sides.

Maybe this wont be so bad after all.

"The first team to go up against each other will be...B vs F!"

She felt her smile drop and her body tense for some reason. Looking around the room to see who her opponents were she froze when she looked back to find Midoriya staring wide eyed at her, his hands holding a ball with the letter F on it...


Notes:

I think its a funny idea for Aizawa to be the crazy teacher, throwing his students head first into the deep end while he sits back and watches while Kan from 1B being the more by the books and safer teacher. That would explain 1B having the first practically hero training later into the school year then 1A and maybe be the fuel on why 1B is frustrated at 1A since they got to do cool hero stuff first while they just sat around and read up on procedure...plus I wanted an excuse for Kendo and Midoriya to fight, I'm not evil I swear.

Originally this chapter was much longer and it was still growing so I figured I should split the chapter into two parts, the lead up and the action/pay off. For now all you get is the lead up, hopefully writing the fight scene does not take as long as usual. Thanks for sticking around!