Tenya wasn't surprised that he was the first one out of the changing room. Even with him taking a few extra minutes to double check every latch and buckle on his costume he had still beaten everyone else in getting out to gym. Of course he had an advantage they didn't, in that he had experience with his costume.

"Oh!" Kirishima exclaimed, emerging from his changing room and rushing over to Tenya. "Your outfit is amazing!" Tenya found his normal steely resolve breaking slightly and he smiled at the praise. "I didn't think about you having a ton of armor… I thought you'd go for something sleeker. Tight fighting and al that. But I guess when you are going at high speeds you need to protect yourself."

"That is correct," Tenya stated. "The armor of course is smooth and aerodynamic to help me achieve the speeds I need to maintain but it is also designed to protect me."

"Bugs in teeth?" Kirishima asked, glancing at Tenya's helmet that was tucked under the tall teen's arm. The Engine-Quirked teen grimaced for a moment, which earned a grin and a laugh from Kirishima. "Yeah, I bet a lot of people don't think about that. I know that I had to think carefully about my hero costume… when I use my quirk my skin gets hard and spiky. It isn't as bad on my legs but my upper body gets real bad. Thus-" he waved at his exposed chest.

"My quirk forces similar choices," Yaoyorozu stated as she stepped around the corner from where the girl's locker room was. Tenya wished in that moment he had put on his helmet, as it would have hidden the sudden blush that came over his face at the sight of his classmate and her very revealing outfit. While he was used to Aunt Nem and her costume she was, well, Aunt Nem. There was nothing appealing about her to him. But Yaoyorozu? "Thanks to me needing access to my fat deposits my parents decided this would be the best outfit for me."

"You're… parents?" Kirishima asked, clearly surprised.

Yaoyorozu smiled softly at that. "Yes. They worked with the best specialists to determine that this would be the best outfit for me and my quirk." She glanced at Tenya and he knew at once she was silently begging him not to correct her. "Honestly I wish I could have gone with armor like you."

"Bugs in teeth," Kirishima said with a smirk.

"It is also to deal with the dangers of falling," Tenya said. "You know how painful a scrapped knee can be imagine it at 60 miles per hour."

"Eeesh," Kirishima declared with a grimace. "You must be used to that armor, having gotten it on so quickly."

"This is the first time I've worn this," he admitted before hurriedly adding, "I am not bragging though! I only know how to put this all on quickly because it is based on my brother's armor!"

Kirishima blinked at that before he smiled. "Oh! I should have recognized the design! You're brother is Ingenium, right?"

"He is!" Tenya said with pride. "Because our quirks are so similar I decided to go with similar armor. Alterations, of course, since our engines are in different places, but close."

"Heh, that makes sense!" Kirishima stated. "Oh, looking good Tano!"

Tenya turned to see Tano walked over to join them, though she didn't look to be in the best mood. Her costume was dark blue in color, very muted but that made sense considering her orange skin and white head. It was a sleeveless body suit with a small shirt and a brown belt with white armor on her chest and back as well as white boots and bracers. All of those had orange accents upon them that matched her skin. Hanging off her belt was a silver cylinder, her only visible support item.

"Thanks," she admitted, rubbing her bare arm. "Though I wish I could take this armor off."

"You didn't choose to have armor?" Yaoyorozu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My… cousin said I had to have it and Master Kenobi agreed. They haven't liked that I didn't have armor for a while now and used this as an excuse." Seeing their looks she let out a sigh. "I'm not used to fighting in armor. I'll have to adjust everything."

Tenya found himself interested in everyone's reasonings for their outfits but didn't really get a chance to say much as a steady stream began to leave the locker rooms and thus he was left with only his own thoughts. Some of the outfits seemed rather outlandish in his opinion (Why was Yanagi wearing a short bathrobe?) and others looked impractical (Aoyamo and his cape… Tenya would never understand the love of capes, having even thought All Might's caped costumes were rather foolish and wasteful; grandma Edna would have had a fit if he wore a cape!). A lot showed off more skin than he thought was proper (and not just the women but Bakugo with his bare arms).

Just when he was beginning to feel overdressed though Midoriya exited decked out in his outfit.

He too was wearing armor, but unlike Tenya who left from above his knees to his pecs unguarded Midoriya's entire body was covered in plate that was as white as fine china. Under that was a black body suit and just like Tenya he had a helmet under his arm though his was more bullet shaped. A set of holsters were on his hip, each with a small gun, and on his back was a black gun that looked like nothing Tenya had ever seen before.

"What the fuck is all that, Deku?!" Bakugo demanded. "I've seen your shitty drawings of your dream costume… what the fuck is that?"

"Well… uh… I drew those when I was three years old. I changed my mind as I trained."

Bakugo opened his mouth to say something but before he could Yoarashi popped up between them, wrapping an arm around Midoriya and giving him a shake. "That is more than okay! When I was 5 years old I thought my hero outfit would be based around birds! No one knows what they should do when they are a child!"

Tenya swore he saw Bakugo's eye twitch.

"I suppose with you not having a quirk armor is a smart thing to have," Ashido said.

"That is very rude to bring up!" Tenya scolded her.

Midoriya though merely smiled. "No, it's okay. I don't have a quirk… my mentor made me realize that it's better to accept that. 'Never deny who you are… that way no one can use it against you'."

Tano chuckled at that. "Rex has been listening to Master Kenobi." She walked over and looked Midoriya over carefully. "Been a while since I saw standard Trooper armor."

"Standard armor?" Kaminari asked.

"Yeah," Tano stated. "Where I'm from many of the… er… heroes wear standard armor like that." She looked at Midoriya again. "But usually they customize it."

"I'm a Shiny," Midoriya stated and Tano merely nodded.

"What's a shiny, Izuku?" Uraraka asked.

Midoriya smiled, tapping his breastplate with his armor. "See this armor? It's a plastoid-alloy composite. See how it clean it is? It hasn't been in battle yet. So I'm a Shiny. When I've been in a fight then I can be considered a trooper and troopers are allowed to begin customizing their armor."

"That's so manly!" Kirishima exclaimed. "A rite of passage!"

"Customize?" Tenya asked. "You mean like different colors?" He supposed that made a bit of sense… some heroes, such as All Might, had gone through several different outfits; he knew that while most heroes tried to keep their hero outfits the same, so as to not cause their agencies problems with them having to update publicity stills and website graphics, others like to change up their costumes to help boost merchandise sales.

"Yeah," Midoriya stated. "It's a rite of passage. When a trooper has proven themselves able to stand with their brothers and defeat their enemies they are allowed to make the armor their own. The more experience you get the greater allowance is made for you."

Ahsoka reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "This is Rex in his armor."

Tenya looked over to see a man in armor that clearly was of the same style as Midoriyas but was also vastly different. An armored kilt-like piece, dark blue paint… it was like an evolution of Midoriya's armor.

"Is that Dualshot?!" Shoji asked as he looked at the image. "You are being mentored by Dualshot?"

"Who the fuck is Dualshot?" Bakugo demanded.

"He's a new pro hero," Ahsoka said. "He hasn't fought much crime because he's been training Izuku but where I'm from he was one of the best heroes. Master Kenobi, him, and Sir Steel work together."

"Bull shit!" Bakugo complained. "If he were so great we'd have heard of him! And no fucking way would someone who's an actual pro want to train fucking Deku!"

"I assure you-" Kenobi said from behind them, his words colored with slight amusement but also with enough cold aloofness that made Tenya instantly spin and stand at attention, "-he is a skilled warrior. And he has been training Midoriya."

"So maybe don't speak out on thinks you don't understand, kid," Aizawa stated, moving to stand next to Kenobi.

"I'll fucking-"

"One more word and its detention," Aizawa declared.

Bakugo stared at him for a long moment, explosions flashing in his eyes… but not on his fingers. And that had nothing to do with their homeroom teacher's quirk.

"Aw, look at all you cuties!" Kayama gushed, the R-Rated Hero smiling as she swept her eyes over the students. "Isn't always so nice to see the little ones dressed up in their costumes?"

"They aren't trick r treaters," Aizawa complained. "They are future heroes."

"Can't they be both?" Kayama teased.

Kenobi held up his hand. "Now, you might be wondering why all three of us are here." The class all nodded, careful not to speak up because they knew that doing so would upset their homeroom teacher. "Today we are going to give your hero outfits a… stress test… as it were." The class all frowned, glancing at each other. "This is the first time you are wearing your costumes. Some of you presented detailed instructions on what you wanted your costume to be like… others gave a basic description of your powers to the support companies and they designed what they thought would be best. But what they think works may not be best for you."

"They only care about flashy designs and not keeping you alive," Aizawa grumbled.

Tenya saw several students suddenly begin pulling on their outfits, nervously looking about.

"Now, now, no need to make them scared," Kayama stated though somehow she made her comforting words sound saucy and dangerous. "For most of them there will be small tweaks."

"But," Kenobi said, still looking at them, "for others there may be large changes."

Aoyama raised his hand. "But what if we don't want to have a change?" He waved his cape. "I for one am pleased with the design I have!"

"That might be," Aizawa said, "but you won't be pleased when you are wearing it at your own funeral."

"We will work with you to make sure that the changes meet your approval. But there are things you aren't even aware exist that you might wish to incorporate into your costume."

"What do you mean?" someone, Tenya couldn't tell, asked.

Kayama, much to Tenya's surprise, lost her confident smirk. She glanced away from them, biting her lip, before she quickly forced herself to look strong and powerful once more. As for Aizawa he seemed bored while Kenobi… well, he didn't look angry. Stern. That was probably the better word for it. Stern.

"There is a student in Class 1-B who has an invisibility quirk," Kenobi stated. "The support companies decided that despite there being DNA-infused fabrics the best idea was to give her boots and gloves." The students blinked. "JUST boots and gloves."

Tenya blushed as he realized what Kenobi was saying… while other students frowned, Ashido asking what did it matter since she was invisible.

Kenobi shot her a look. "Being invisible won't keep you from freezing in winter."

"Or a villain grabbing something they shouldn't," Aizawa added.

"…oh," the pink girl said weakly.

"Excuse me," Yaoyorozu said, raising her hand. "What are DNA-infused fabrics?"

Kayama answered. "It is a recent invention… only about three or four years old. Using a bit of your blood and hair a support company can create fabrics that react to your quirk."

Kenobi nodded. "In the case of the student in question the outfit will be invisible as well, meaning we can provide her armor that is hidden under the fabric and it will be invisible, providing her with much needed protection… as well allow her gloves and boots to be invisible and thus remove the need for her to ditch those as well."

"OH!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Is that what Mt. Lady's outfit is made up of?"

Before Keonbi could answer Kirishima spoke up. "So you mean if I had a shirt that was DNA-infused it would harden with my skin?"

"Most likely," Kenobi said. "I am told there are some variations but it does work. It might also just stretch with your spikes."

Tenya saw several of his classmates perk up at that.

"Now then, we are going to be doing some standard exercises; running, climbing wall, and general obstacle course work. Throughout the class we will be calling each of you over to give our impressions of your costumes and what changes and improvement can be made… as well as get your opinions upon them. For those of you with support gear this will be your chance to try them out and determine if they meet what you need." He smiled. "Now then… let us begin."

~MC~MC~MC~

"Remember, we don't want to destroy any themes they are going for," Nemuri said ten minutes into the class.

Shouta rolled his eyes. "Themes are for the vain and lazy."

"Ahem," Nemuri said, gesturing towards her own outfit.

But Shouta merely shrugged. "That is only a theme because you tell everyone it is. Change your bodysuit from flesh color to something else and no one would be able to tell you are supposed to be based on a dominatrix. I'm talking about heroes that go so far onto theme that it becomes impractical."

Obi Wan, who had been the one Nemuri had been addressing, finally chimed in. "I will remember. I know that things are different on this world than they were in my galaxy. And even then there were plenty of people who found ways to stand out." He paused, rubbing his chin. "Midoriya's armor is based on Mandalorian Armor. One Mandalorian, Jango Fett, was the template for all the clones. The Mandalorians are far more decorative with their armor than even the clones. Colors stand for their beliefs, they have a wide array of weapons, and I have met many who worked to greatly alter their armor, as it is passed down through families and thus a son or daughter might wish to push themselves beyond father or mother." He chuckled. "There was one who decorated his with bones of beasts he slew, with two great horns coming off the top and a cloak held in place by a beast's skull.

"But it is important to me that these children be given the protection they need. It was a mistake the Jedi made. Our robes are a part of us, ceremonial… and that worked well when we lived in a time where a lightsaber was only drawn for demonstrations within the temple walls. But on the battle field they tangled up limbs and got in the way…" He tapped his own armor. "So changes were made."

"Well, I'll be here to make sure you don't make all these little cuties bland and dull," Nemuri said with a smirk. "Ready to call the first one?"

"I think so, yes," Obi Wan stated. "Todoroki."

As the teenager with half red/half white hair walked up Nemuri leaned in. "He is the son of the Number 2 hero… I doubt we'll be able to make many changes."

Shouta nodded. "He also refuses-"

"To use my fire," Todoroki stated simply, showing that Aizawa hadn't been whispering as low as he thought he had been. "And I won't."

Obi Wan nodded. "Of course." Shouta shot him a look but Obi Wan merely shrugged, not looking away from Todoroki. "You have decided it is not best for you. It is not for me to judge that. Quirks can be used for good and for evil and if you feel that using your fire is a danger then I, and everyone else, have no right to force the issue." He paused. "I can not say if you should use it as I don't know enough about your quirk but if you ever decide you wish to try let us now."

Todoroki, for a brief moment, seemed startled by that. Startled for him, at least, as his eyes widened just for a moment before he became cold and aloof once more. Obi Wan found it rather impressive… had Todoroki been a Jedi he would have complimented him on his mastery of his emotions.

"Is your costume working well?"

"It is as my father wished."

Aizawa frowned. "Your father isn't the one that has to wear it. And your father doesn't have an ice quirk."

"You don't have to request anything," Obi Wan said. "But… should you mention something and the school decide that it would be wise to have it as a part of your costume then we could demand it be added. Your father would have no say. And you wouldn't be blamed."

"Perhaps a bit of shielding on your left arm?" Nemuri asked. "We could make it ice themed. White armor, crystalline in appearance?"

"…if you thought that best."

Obi Wan smiled. "I will contact the support company."

~MC~MC~MC~

"You mentioned that DNA infused fabric," Kirishima stated. "If it could work with my skin, protecting it…" He paused. "I mean, I don't feel much when my skin is hardened but if I'm not running around like that 24/7 its gonna get a bit nippy."

"Yes," Nemuri said with a chuckle," that can be a problem on late night patrols."

Kirishima blushed at that. "Right."

"We can look into it."

The teen nodded before looking at Obi Wan's shoulders. "And, uh… the gear I have look cool but…" He reached up and rubbed his cheek. "They keep bouncing into me when I swing my arms. Could I maybe get new shoulder pieces like yours?"

There was a cry of pain and they all turned to see Shoji waving one hand about, Midoriya looking down at his chestplate.

"Of course," Obi Wan said, having a feeling that clone trooper armor would be a popular request.

~MC~MC~MC~

He frowned as he looked at Yanagi's outfit. "The robes are a bit short… are you okay with that?"

The girl was quiet for several moments. "I thought about having them be longer but they might get in the way."

"There are ways around that," Aizawa stated. "You are mostly going to use long range attacks but there are close quarter styles that wouldn't require you to use your legs much."

Obi Wan nodded. "And there are fighting styles that would allow you to stay in place, conserving movement." He paused, stroking his beard in thought. "Do you carry anything on you?"

"What do you mean?" the quiet girl asked.

"Well, what if you found yourself in a room with nothing to use your quirk on? What would you do?" She stared at him. "My quirk is similar to yours." He held out his hand and Yanagi watched as he lifted up one of the sparring dummies that had been set up and easily lifted it into the air before thrusting out his hand, sending it flying into a wall. "And my student, Anakin, also has a similar quirk. He suggested once that one could carry loose bits and pieces… nuts, bolts, those sorts of things, that could be used as weapons if trapped. What if we gave you a few pockets that would contain such things?"

"OH!" Nemuri said, eyes lighting up. "Ribbons!"

"Ribbons?" Aizawa said warily.

"Yes! Ribbons with metal filaments to make them super strong… similar to the capture tape we use in exercises! She could have them tucked in her robes and if forced into close combat fling them out to wrap up her foe."

Yanagi bobbed her head up and down. "Yes… that might work."

"It would stick with your ghost theme but also offer you protection… and allow you to have longer robes." Nemuri giggled. "Oh, the boys are going to love the thought of you haunting their dreams!"

Obi Wan and Aizawa shared a look.

~MC~MC~MC~

"I'm not getting rid of the collar!" Ashido declared before Obi Wan could say a word. "It's fashionable and it goes with my Alien Queen vibe. That's gonna be my hero name, by the way: Alien Queen."

Nemuri though frowned at that. "I don't know… with your looks it might not-"

But Obi Wan cut her off. "There will be time to discuss that later. Actually I was going to suggest sleeves."

"Sleeves?" Ashido asked. "Why would I need sleeves?"

Aizawa looked over her shoulder. "Todoroki? Use your quirk on Ashido's upper body."

"WHA-" the pink girl got out just before she was hit by a wave of cold. Obi Wan caught her as she fell forward but at once she was shivering, teeth chattering away. "Ok-k-k-k-kay. I s-s-s-s-see your p-p-p-p-point!"

~MC~MC~MC~

Ida stood perfectly straight and at attention. "I believe that it would be wise to add some sort of armoring along my stomach and thighs!" he declared loudly. "Not full plate but is there a ballistic weave that might work?"

Obi Wan nodded… and wondered if he shouldn't introduce some meditation classes in order to get the students to calm down a bit.

~MC~MC~MC~

Obi Wan hadn't been sure if Yaoyorozu would come to them or not; on one hand he did find her outfit to be rather distasteful for someone so young but he also knew that many species didn't shy away from their sexuality. Even Ahsoka, a Padawan, had bared her midriff. And Master Aayla had never liked wearing Jedi Robes, choosing to don leathers that showed off much of her skin. So he had been ready for Yaoyorozu to bypass them completely and was rather pleased when she came up to them, rubbing her arms awkwardly.

"Do you think that the DNA infused fabric would work for me?" she asked, looking at Aizawa. "I know I need to access my skin in order to use my quirk-"

"If it doesn't there are other options," her homeroom teacher stated.

"Like?"

He flashed a rather creepy smile, in Obi Wan's opinion. "Velcro."

Yaoyorozu blinked at that before letting out a groan.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Feh, I don't need any changes," Bakugo declared with a huff. "My outfit is perfect!"

"Very well then," Obi Wan stated. "I was only going to suggest modifying your bracers-"

"You think I'm fucking weak?!" the blond roared. "I can handle my fucking quirk! Just because you have some shitty quirk and have no hope of being a Top Ten hero-"

Obi Wan waved his hand. "You want to stop screaming at me."

Bakugo blinked, his rant halted. "I... want to stop screaming at you."

"You want to go sit down for the rest of the class and think about why accepting help is a sign of weakness."

"I want to go sit down for the rest of the clas and think about why accepting help is a sign of weakness."

Obi Wan watched the boy almost robotically walk away before looking at Nemuri and Shouta. "Perhaps not the proper use of the Jedi Mind Trick-"

"Actually I'm wanting to swap with you," Aizawa commented, eyes wide with surprise and admiration.

~MC~MC~MC~

Shinso looked at them with heavy eyes. "I... honestly wasn't for sure I was getting in so I kind of threw this together."

"Its good," Aizawa stated. "Dark colors work well... I assume you want to do underground work?"

"I'm up anyway," Shinso admitted. "Insomnia."

"Don't limit yourself," Obi Wan said. "You would make an excellent negotiator for hostage situations."

"You need something that will allow you to take on far away targets," Nemuri stated.

"I'm not good with aiming things," he admitted. "I couldn't even fire off a kosh ball."

Obi Wan's brow furrowed at that but thankfully Aizawa spoke up, saving him from looking like a fool. "I have an idea... I want you to meet with me Saturday, if you can. I want to try something with you, see if you'll be good at it."

The purple haired teen nodded quickly.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Not calling on Midoriya?" Aizawa asked as he watched the quirkless teen work with Ahsoka and Uraraka. The two girls would lift up things in the air using the Force/quirk and Midoriya would then fire at them with his blasters. After about 5 minutes of that he had called for them to up the stakes and they had began throwing the items at him, forcing him to dodge and fire at the same time.

"Trooper armor is something that doesn't come from a support company," Obi Wan said. "Rex and Anakin forged that... he'll go to them. Same with Ahsoka." Thankfully Ahoska hadn't pulled out her lightsaber yet; all three teachers knew they'd have some disappointed kids when they rejected requests for their own.

Nemuri watched as several students glanced at them before returning to their exercises, clearly wanting to be called on to discuss their costumes. Those that already had were quick to tell their friends the suggestions the three teachers had made and slowly what had been seen as scolding from the teachers had become a chance to really improve their hero outfits.

"This is going to be an interesting year to be sure," Nemuri said with a smile.