Izuku took in a deep breath as he stood there, leaning against the balcony with an elbow propped on top of the railing while his chin rested upon the open ended palm, taking in the sight before him. How fortunate had he been to have gotten a dorm room which overlooked the main building of U.A. High!? Now, whenever he got up he could look out at the building that had helped train many of the greatest heroes of all times! The school he had fought tooth and nail to get into, beating the odds so that he would be one of only forty students out of hundreds of thousands of applicants to enter into their premier hero course. Starting tomorrow, he would be walking down those very halls! So, yeah, he wanted to savor this moment.

While the sight of the building was impressive, his gaze would at times linger downwards whenever he heard others moving into the building. Looking down, he saw that there were three cars parked near the entrance to the dorm, the doors to the vehicles open as families hauled out large boxes before bringing them into the building.

Staring at them for a moment brought a brief pang to his chest as he thought about his own parents. Not that they hadn't helped him move or were grateful to be rid of him. Far from it! They had hired movers to transport his stuff while they had taken a train, spending the night in a nearby hotel and having a celebratory dinner in honor of Izuku getting into his dream school. Throughout the entire night and into the day, his mother's waterworks had continued to run, nearly flooding the room they had rented and making him glad they had taken a room on the first floor. And when they were moving his stuff into the dorms, well, the janitorial staff here at the dorms had to follow behind them due to the large puddles she was leaving behind. Yes, it had been embarrassing, but Izuku was thankful that his mother was so sad as well as so happy to see her son moving on like this.

As for his father, the man had hugged Izuku multiple times as they set up the room while repeatedly telling him how proud he was of his son. Then he joked, at least Izuku hoped it was a joke, about turning Izuku's room into a study…which only seemed to cause his mother to weep more while pounding Hisashi on the head with both fists.

Now they were gone, having left a couple of hours ago to head back home. Izuku had to admit that, while the idea of living here at U.A. would be an amazing experience, he was going to miss his family. He had never been apart from them for more than a couple of days and now he probably would only ever get to see them during long breaks. Sure he could do video calls and the like, but it wouldn't be the same. But he was sure he would get used to it in time. After all, didn't people his age move out all the time for school? And he wasn't alone. Pony was-

A sudden realization overtook Izuku, causing the teen to push off the railing while his eyes widened. Pony! The last time they had talked was right before he and his parents left the house, Pony was already at U.A. for a day at that point. Before they hung up, Izuku had promised his friend that he would call her as soon as his parents left to find out where their rooms were!

Feeling like he could go into panic mode at any moment, Izuku got off the railing before dashing into his dorm room to find his phone. Rather than the typical shared bedroom, the room reminded him of a studio apartment. At the front of the room, starting at the door and going all the way to the opposite side of the wall, was a small cooking area that consisted of a double burner stove with a microwave sitting on a counter next to it along with a mini-fridge. The rest of the room was decided for his living space, with his bed pressed against the wall close to the sliding door. A desk had been provided for him on which his new laptop sat, plugged in and with the WiFi password already saved into it. There was no bookshelf or anything like that connected to the desk, so Izuku had stacked all of his hero notebooks neatly in a pile in the far corner. As for his pictures, well, Izuku thought it might make him look a bit weird if he ever invited anyone into his dorm room and they saw the massive amounts of pictures of him and Pony. So instead he had only brought two with him: the one of them in their bathing suits and one of just Pony. The other picture on his desk was of himself and his parents taken right before they took him to U.A. Next to the desk was a door leading to a tiny bathroom.

Thankfully the phone was on the desk, plugged into its charger. After picking it up, the teen quickly unlocked it and saw to his relief that no one had called.

Taking a breath, Izuku went to his contacts before pressing on Pony's whose icon was a picture of her smiling. Instantly the phone began to ring and before the third it was picked up.

"Izuku, there you are," came Pony's voice in Japanese. "I was getting worried!"

"Yeah, sorry about that," replied Izuku, scratching the back of his neck as he moved over to the bed and sat down. "I, ah, kind of got a little distracted. You know, being here at U.A. and all. Maybe I should have called you as soon as I got here."

"No, no," said Pony in a dismissive tone. "That was Midoriya family time. I'm sure they would have loved the extra help, but they probably wanted to spend as much time as possible with just you. And I kind of, sort of know what you mean. It took me a while to, er, calm down once it hit me that I was here as well." The two paused, sharing a brief laugh together.

"Glad you're not upset," said Izuku once they stopped laughing. "So, what room are you in? I'm in 610."

"610?" came Pony's voice, excitement radiating off of it. Izuku opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of a door being slammed cut him off. He could then hear the familiar sounds of hooves running over the phone…while at the same time hearing a similar sound outside in the hallway. Before Izuku could piece together what was happening, there was a pounding on his door that caused the teen to leap to his feet. His heart began to pound as he moved over to the door, opening it as another wave of pounding started.

And there, in the doorway, was Pony. She stood there, hand raised and balled into a fist as if ready to begin knocking again. Izuku could see she was wearing the same red, white, and blue crop top that showed off a delicious amount of her stomach that she often wore during their video chats. Below that she was wearing jeans that hugged her strong legs nicely, stopping right at her hooves. Yet the thing that really caught his attention was the sparkle that appeared in her eyes as a huge smile appeared on her face and the sparkle in her eyes.

"We're on the same floor!" she cried out in English, jumping with joy. "I'm in room 604!"

"That's…That's amazing," Izuku managed to say, a smile appearing on his face while his heart began to race just a bit faster. He had known that the U.A. dorms were co-ed so they would be definitely living in the same building. But what were the odds that they would be living just down the hall from each other? Silently, he thanked every deity he could for this.

"So," Pony said in a sing-song tone, switching to Japanese as she did so while placing her hands behind her back as she leaned forwards a bit. "You going to invite me in?"

"Oh, right," exclaimed Izuku, jumping a little before inviting her inside. As Pony walked inside, Izuku noticed that she was swaying her hips slightly as she did, her small tail swishing back and forth in a way that caused his face to turn red. He could feel his pants growing tighter while the primal force within him let out an approving growl, urging him to take her. To make her his! But Izuku fought back that feeling as he quickly closed the door.

"Looks like we have a similar layout," said Pony, breaking Izuku from his thoughts. The green-haired teen looked over to his blonde friend just in time to see her glancing at him, a curious expression on her face as she pointed at the small kitchen area. "Seems a little weird to have that, don'tcha think? I mean, the school is providing us with all our meals so why have a kitchen?"

Izuku shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea. Lunch Rush is in charge of the cafeteria so I can't really see any sane person passing up a chance to eat a meal prepared by a pro-hero like him. Maybe it's for late night snacks or something."

"Maybe," agreed Pony as she moved a little deeper into the room, hands behind her back as she looked around her. "Wow, you really held back with your All Might collection." She then turned her head, giving Izuku that smile he loved so very much. "Please don't tell me you needed another truck to bring it here."

"It's not that bad," exclaimed Izuku. The walls of his dorm were mostly bare, Izuku having brought only a couple of his All Might posters. Mainly the ones that had slogans like 'You can do it' and other such motivations that Izuku thought he might need. But beyond that and his All Might alarm clock seated on the nightstand next to his bed, that was it. "I just figured that since we were going to be taught by the real All Might, I could leave a few things behind."

Still smiling, Pony cocked an eyebrow at him. "You didn't trust the movers with the action figures, did you?"

"They've valuable!" shouted Izuku in spite of himself. "Ninety percent of them have been discontinued!" Pony merely let out a laugh as she continued to look around the room. The only time she paused was when she spotted the pictures Izuku had on his desk. The green-haired teen grew a little nervous as she stood there, staring particularly at the one from the water park. And as he stood there, he began to grow a little nervous. Had he made a mistake bringing that picture? Had he somehow offended…no, that couldn't be it because Izuku knew she had that same picture hanging on one of her walls back at her house. So what was-

"That was a fun day," Pony eventually said after several long seconds of silence, her cheeks slightly red as she looked down at the floor. "You know, we should really do it again."

"Y-Yeah," agreed Izuku, his face turning red. "I-I think there might be one around here. But if there isn't, maybe we could ask the school if we could use one of the pools. That or maybe head to a nearby beach?" At that, Pony's excitement returned.

"I'd love a trip to the beach!" she exclaimed with a twirl. The horned girl then quickly moved to Izuku, a smile on her face as she quickly took a hold of his hand. "Now to make sure you know how to get to my room!"

"Wh-What?" was all Izuku could say as he found himself being pulled out of his room by Pony, barely able to close his room as they exited. Doors flashed in and out of Izuku's vision as he was swiftly brought down the hall, barely able to read any of the door numbers until they finally stopped in front of one that read 604. Bouncing on her hooves, Pony quickly opened her door before bringing Izuku inside and closing the door behind them.

Now inside someone else's dorm for the first time, Izuku saw that Pony had been right: their rooms were, for the most part, identical. Pony's kitchen area, he saw, already had two bowls of fruit: one containing honeycrisp apples while the other held granny smith. The bed had been turned sideways so that the headboard was pressed against the wall while the foot of said bed faced the desk, making it feel as if the room was cut in two. Orange blankets were draped over the bed with an equally orange rug having been placed on the side. Nightstands had been placed on either side of the bed, with lamps on both that resembled tangled wood as well as a couple of framed pictures and a couple of Pony's manga. No doubt placed there in case she wanted to do a little bit of reading before bed. On the wall above her head was a poster of America's number one hero: Stars and Stripes.

"Doesn't look like you're going to be doing much studying," Izuku said, pointing towards the desk. Sitting on the desk was a large, plasma T.V. that took up the majority of space on it with a blue-ray/dvd player hooked up next to it. Additional book shelves had been placed on either side of the desk, making the place feel smaller. Izuku didn't need to move closer to know that everything in those cases were the girl's collection of anime and manga.

"I plan on doing it right here," explained Pony as she moved to the bed, dropping her behind onto it with enough force that she bounced a few times. "The way I see it, we are going to be working our bodies and quirks to the extreme! We're going to be so sore that it would be harmful to sit in a hard chair, leaning forward as we do our homework. I bet doing our homework or studying will be much more comfortable like this." Without another word, Pony's horns shot into the air while a new set instantly regrew upon her head. The horns in the air then flew around to Izuku's back where they then hooked onto his sides before pushing him face first onto the bed. As Izuku took a deep breath, he felt the rustle of the bed and turned just in time to see Pony had moved to that she laid next to him with their faces inches apart.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Izuku smirked at her. "It's nice, but maybe a little too comfortable. I'd hate to imagine you laying here, trying to study, and then falling asleep using your math book as a pillow."

"That only happened once," laughed Pony, her face a little flushed as she threw a light punch to Izuku's side.

"That I know about," he shot back with a laugh, earning another punch from the laughing girl.

"Then it looks like you'll be spending plenty of time with me in this room to make sure that doesn't happen," said Pony, her voice full of mock authority. "That or I'll just study in your room." Grinning, Izuku nodded.

From there, Izuku didn't know how long they laid there talking. Neither of them knew what their schedule would be, having found out that it would be sent to them via email the morning of their first day. Knowing that there were only two first year hero course classes, the two began to talk about the what-ifs. They knew they were lucky to be on the same floor of the dorms so it might be pushing their luck to think that they would be sharing the same home room. So instead they just hoped that they could be in at least a few classes together. And if not that, then they could just catch up during their. Plus there were plenty of things they could do like working out together or just chilling in Pony's room.

And by the time they were ready to call it a day, stars filled the night sky. But, as he got up, Izuku noticed that one of the pictures by Pony's bed was the same one of them at the water park.

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"Where is it, where is it?" Izuku repeated this one sentence to himself, over and over again as he walked down the hallways of U.A. at a quickened pace. His hands gripped the straps of his backpack as he moved through the clusters of students hanging around in their grey school uniforms identical to the one he was now sporting. Had he had more time, he would have taken the opportunity to write down some notes on some of the more unique appearances some of them had while trying to figure out what their quirks were.

Izuku wanted to curse under his breath. Perhaps he should have waited for Pony so they could have tried finding their homerooms together. And he would have had it not been for the insistence of his blonde friend who, sadly, had overslept, only being awoken by him knocking on her door for the better part of ten minutes. Not wanting them both to be late for their first day of class, to which she would have been the cause of, Pony had insisted multiple times by shouting through the closed door for Izuku to head on out without her. Now, he wished he had been as stubborn as her, because maybe if they had put their heads together they could have found the classroom. That or they both could have been late together at the very least.

Izuku's eyes widened when he finally, FINALLY, found the massive doors for the first year homerooms. After taking a breath to calm himself, Izuku reached for the door handle only to pause as a loud commotion within could now be heard. Blinking a bit, Izuku leaned forward a bit so as to make out what was going on as he really didn't want to get into any drama on his first day. Judging by the sounds he could make out, there were two of them and both of them sounded male. Most likely his classmates given the tones they were using. One was demanding that someone get his feet off something. A chair? No, desk. The other student shouted out a violent remake that seemed to stir up some old memories within Izuku. Again Izuku blinked. Something about that voice, along with the threat, was somehow familiar to Izuku but he could not quite place it. None of his classmates back in middle school had gotten into U.A. and even if they had, none of them talked like that. So who could this person be?

Curiosity seemed to urge Izuku forward, to open the door and see who this person was. But before he could open the door, Izuku noticed that this was room 1-A. He blinked a moment before pulling out his phone and looking at the email the school had sent him. Upon seeing it, he groaned as he began moving down the hall again. That wasn't his room, he needed 1-B. Whoever that voice belonged to wasn't important enough for him to risk being late on his first day.

Thankfully, Izuku didn't need to go very far as 1-B was just down the hallway. Quickly he entered the much quieter room full of students who were just in their seats. Most turned their heads to look at him, no doubt wondering if the teacher had just walked in the room. But when they saw who it was, they either gave him a curious look or just returned to staring at the board in front of them as-

"Hey I know you!" shouted one student as he suddenly stood up. Izuku, as well as many of the people around the other student, jumped before looking at the silver haired teen as he pointed a figure at Izuku. But it didn't feel like it was accusatory or anything like that for the boy was smiling as he did this, showing off his sharp, pointy teeth. "You're the guy who took down the zero pointer. Dude, I was in the same testing field as you! That was intense!"

Izuku suddenly became aware that many of his fellow classmates were now looking at him with renewed interest. He could feel their gazes, sizing him up to see if he was as powerful as the claims suggested.

"Really," came the voice of another student, one who looked like she had a mushroom growing on the top of her head. "Doesn't really look like the type to be honest."

"You calling me a liar?!" demanded the haired teen as his hand balled into a fist, his angry glare directed towards the mushroom girl. Said just looked back at him before shrugging, a tired expression on her face. Though, from what Izuku could tell from her body expression, it wasn't that she was bored with the conversation. Rather, it was as if she was just tired like she hadn't gotten enough sleep the night prior.

"Anything's possible. It would be foolhardy to judge any of us on looks alone," said another student, whose appearance gave Izuku the image of a beast man. His classmate's uniform was well kept and neat as was the brown fur that covered nearly all of his exposed skin save for his face. He also had on thick, rectangular glasses with black rims. That, along with his expression, gave him a more scholarly look to him despite the large canines protruding from his jaw.

"That's what I'm talking about!" shouted the silver haired teen as he pointed at the beast-teen. The silver haired student then moved towards Izuku, who had remained rooted in place, before extending his hand. "The name's Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu!"

Izuku blinked for a moment before smiling, reaching out with his own hand to shake Tetsutetsu's. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Izuku Midoriya."

"Midoriya, huh," replied Tetsutetsu as they shook. "Not a bad grip you got there. Despite how you look, I can tell you're pretty strong without your quirk."

"Thanks, but I doubt it's anything too special," replied Izuku as he let go of the other's hand. "I mean, yeah, I've been working out for years but my focus has been more into technique."

"Hey, don't go selling yourself too short there!" shouted Tetsutetsu with a savage grin. "I can tell you'd put up a pretty good fight. Hopefully we can-" Tetsutetsu was suddenly cut off as the door opened loudly before a panting figure appeared in the doorway.

"I…made it," panted Pony, head down and slightly bent over.

"Pony?" said Izuku, eyes wide as he couldn't believe what he was seeing was really real. Upon hearing her name, Pony's head rose with a start. Her own eyes went wide as well, those blue orbs staring right into Izuku's green ones. Everything else seemed to fall by the waist side as, slowly, large smiles appeared on the faces of the two teens as they realized what this meant.

Then, in a flash, the two shot towards the other in a move that took everyone else aback. When Izuku and Pony were close enough, their hands went straight to the other's hips to hold the other as close as possible. Not even a second later the two began to jump into the air in perfect synergy, their hair bouncing all over the place as they did. "We're in the same class! We got in! We got in and we're in the same class!" the two began to shout as they continued to jump up and down, Izuku speaking in Japanese while Pony spoke in English. Their jubilation captured the attention of the rest of the class, finding it hard to look away from the two smiling teens. While none of them knew what their relationship was, ranging from family members to friends and even lovers, all would agree that the scene before them was sort of precious. That these two just seemed to wear their hearts on their sleeves in this adorkable moment.

Both Izuku and Pony continued their little dance of joy even as the door opened again, revealing a much larger man dressed in a hero costume. The man's attire was mostly red with silver covered boots that went to his knees, a silver belt, and silver arm gauntlets which one of them had a tube connecting it to his back. The man's skin was tanned, showing that he spent most of his time out in the open with white spiky hair that was cut short. An orange visor covered his eyes, but it was transparent enough to know who he was looking at. And right now, his gaze was focused on the jumping duo.

"Well," began the man, briefly coughing into a fist to catch their attention. "I'm glad to see you're excited to be here. However, class is now starting so take your seats." Though his tone was gruff, the slight smile he gave them was of the friendly sort. Grateful that they weren't going to be reprimanded for acting so childishly, Izuku and Pony gave a sort 'sorry' before heading to the only open seats left.

As for the man, he moved further into the classroom only stopping once he was behind the desk. "My name is Sekijiro Kan and I shall be your homeroom teacher for the next three years here at U.A. Let me begin by offering all of you a well earned congratulations. I have gone over all the footage we have on everyone here who took the entrance exam as well as overseeing those who got in via special recommendation. From what I have seen, there is no mistake in my mind that all of you belong here. That your passing was no accident or stroke of luck. Through your hard work and actions, you have proven to the staff that you have what it takes to become the next generation of heroes. All of you should be proud of that!" Izuku felt himself grinning at Kan's words. Looking around, he saw that others were sitting up straight as they took in their teacher's words with pride on their faces.

"Now your real journey begins," continued Kan, his face becoming far more serious as he looked around the classroom. "Because getting into the U.A. was the easy part. All of that hard work that you used to get into this school will need to be taken to the next level, Plus Ultra style. More so in the hero course than anywhere else! Within this class, it will be the duty of every single one of your teachers to take you to your breaking point over and over again. Every barrier, every limitation you thought you had when you first walked through those gates will be challenged and hopefully shattered so that, when you leave, you will be a better version of the person you were when you came in. We will challenge you like nothing you could have imagined before, demanding you give us your all and then some." As Kan spoke, his voice began to rise with passion that was felt within Izuku. He could feel his hands gripping the desk, holding onto it as if he would be sent flying backwards by his own excitement! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the others were filling it out too. Some had huge smiles on their faces, leaning forward in their desks as they took in every word this man spoke. Others did their best to remain composed, but Izuku could see it. It was in their eyes, that fire of passion that they all shared. This was why they were here, this was why they chose this school over all the others: to be the best.

"With that said," said Kan, his voice a bit more composed now as he looked down at his desk. "Your position in this class is never fully secure, even in your final year. There are those in the general studies, support course, and the business course who wished to be where you are all sitting. That, for one reason or another, were unable to pass the entrance exam. And during events like the U.A. Sports Festival, they will get their second chance to shine. To show not only us but the entire world that they belong right here in this class. That one of you should be removed."

Kan paused for a moment as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes surveying the class as they took in the meaning of his words. For his part, Izuku found himself somewhat conflicted. A part of him trembled at the notion that, after all the work he had put into his training over all these years, someone else might come out of nowhere and take his spot. What would happen to him then? Would he be kicked out or placed in something like general studies? But the other part of him, especially after giving it a moment of thought, caused him to raise his head as a look of determination appeared on his face. U.A. was training them to be the best pro-heroes out there and this was all part of it. To be a pro, you had to keep pushing yourself even when you finally had your own agency. You had to keep improving yourself, keep saving lives and protecting people from danger to stay in the ranks. And if you slipped up, failed too many times or just weren't that active, had a horrible scandal, then you could lose everything you had worked for.

Glancing around, Izuku saw that the rest of his classmates were slowly coming to the same realization as they too grew determined looks on their faces. All of them understood that this was the first lesson they would be receiving here to prepare them for their futures. And, when Izuku looked at Kan, he saw that the pro-hero had a slight smile on his face.

Eventually, a girl with orange hair tied in a side ponytail raised her hand. "Ah, sensei, if something like that does happen, how will you choose who leaves? Will you be kicking out the student with the lowest grades or the weakest quirk?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Well now," began Kan as he scratched the back of his head. "That's a bit of a tricky question as it will depend on the class. I will tell you this: I consider it a personal failure to boot any of my students. It's my job as your teacher to prepare you, to make sure you have all the tools you need to succeed. As long as I see that you are giving it your all, putting in the time and seeking help when you need it, you'll be fine. But there are times when you need to accept your failures and shortcomings. There is only so much that I can do and the rest is up to you. If you are giving it your all, studying as hard as you can, working with every fiber of your being, and still not making any headway, well, we'll have a talk. A serious one to discuss if you really are fit for this profession. It's not something any of you may want to hear, but we need to be realistic. And I promise that if there are no other options left for you here, then I will do everything in my power to get you into the field where you will better flourish.

"However," continued Kan, his eyes narrowing as his face hardened. "If I find out any of you have been caught cheating, bullying the other students from different courses, or not even putting in the bare minimum of effort then I won't wait till I find another student to take your place! IS that understood?!"

"Yes Kan-sensei," said the entire class as one.

Kan nodded, his face softening. "Good. Now, we have some time before we need to head down for orientation. So how about we take this time to get to know one and other." He then paused, looking at Izuku and pointing at him. "Since you got the highest score in the entrance exam, in this class, how about we start with you? Tell us your name and your quirk."

Feeling the eyes of the class on him once more, Izuku stood. "Ah, y-yes. Hi. My name is Izuku Midoriya. And my quirk is called Bone of my Sword."