"Do you have everything?"
"Yup!"
"Your phone?"
"I have it!"
"Your wallet with your school I.D.?"
"In my pocket!"
"Your watch?"
"Doesn't come off!"
"Oh, right. Tissues and handkerchief?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, what about you—"
"Mom! I'm gonna be late!!"
Izuku stood at the entrance of their apartment, hurriedly double-checking his things as his mother nervously fired off questions, each one sounding more urgent than the last.
"I've got to hurry! I'm meeting up with Kendo and Uraraka," he said, pulling on his signature red shoes and grabbing the door handle.
Inko smiled at the sight of her son rushing out the door. It wasn't like him to leave the house so early—he used to find any excuse to stay inside. But lately, he'd been heading out more, coming home with a bright smile and even texting at dinner. Just seeing him like this filled her heart with pride and happiness.
Today, watching him leave early in the morning gave her that same sense of joy. Seeing that absolute excitement on wanting to just go on and meet up with his friends and go to his dream school just couldn't help but make her heart swell.
"Izuku!" she called out before he could leave.
Izuku turned back, confused. "What is it, Mom?"
Inko stood there, a small smile on her face and tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. "You look really cool, sweetie..." she said, her voice soft with emotion.
"Guess your father was right."
Izuku paused, staring at her. "Dad? What about him?"
"He always said you'd be a hero. Look at you—top of the leaderboard, attending U.A., even breaking All Might's record... He'd be so proud if he was here."
"Dad believed... I could be a hero? But I was quirkless."
Inko tilted her head, her expression soft but puzzled. "Sweetie, don't you remember what happened when you were told you were quirkless?"
Izuku scratched his neck awkwardly, looking down. The memories of his father were distant, buried under layers of pain he never wanted to revisit.
Inko, sensing his discomfort, continued, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and warmth. "When they told you, I remember it like it was yesterday..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I couldn't tell you that you could still be a hero. And I'm so sorry, Izuku, for not supporting you the way you needed."
She paused, smiling through her tears. "But your father... He never doubted you. Not for a second. I remember you came to me, crying, saying, 'Dad, Can I still be a hero without a quirk...' and you were so heartbroken."
Izuku's eyes widened as she continued.
"But you're father..."Inko said tears trailing down her face.
"He... There wasn't a moment of doubt in his mind that you'd be a hero," Inko said, her smile softening.
For a moment, Izuku stood frozen, taking in her words. Inko wiped her eyes and smiled.
"Now look at me, making you late!" she laughed, gently pushing him toward the door. "You should go—Kendo and Uraraka are waiting for you, and you shouldn't keep two girls waiting!"
"H-Hey, Mom!" Izuku exclaimed as she ushered him out the door.
"Bye, Izuku! Have a great day!" she called after him, shutting the door.
Izuku sighed, adjusting his backpack before breaking into a run. A wide grin spread across his face as he made his way down the street.
This was just the beginning of his hero journey, and now, more than ever, he felt ready to show the world what he could do.
As Midoriya reached the train station, he was panting, out of breath, and leaning against the wall for support. Sweat trickled down his face as he glanced at the schedule, his expression souring when he saw the next train wouldn't arrive for a few minutes.
"Y'know, before I had a quirk, I never understood why speedsters or flyers got so annoyed about not being able to use their powers to travel," he muttered, his eye twitching in frustration. "But now... I totally get it! If I could use Fasttrack or Stinkfly, I'd be at school in no time! Or even using Spidermonkey swinging from buildings like that spider hero—now that'd be fun!"
He let out a sigh, slumping slightly. "But, nope, I guess I've gotta ride the train like everyone else," Izuku finished, resigned to waiting.
"Still giving us the silent treatment, Yaoyorozu?" a boy called out, trailing after a girl with elegant raven hair and a poised, mature figure. To Izuku's surprise, she was wearing the U.A. uniform.
Izuku's eyes were drawn to a girl with striking raven hair styled into a spiky ponytail. He could only describe her as stunning, immediately captivated by her appearance. "Woah... She's really beautiful..." he thought, his heart skipping a beat. Noticing her U.A. uniform, Izuku guessed, "She must be a second-year... She has that mature look, like an upperclassman."
"I told you to stop following me. Leave me alone—"
Her voice faltered as her eyes met Izuku's. Emerald met onyx. For a brief moment, they simply stared at each other. Izuku, taken aback by her beauty, blushed deeply and quickly looked away. But Momo continued to stare, her gaze lingering on him before reality pulled her back.
"Come on, Momo, you wouldn't just turn your back on an old friend—"
"We were never friends," she interrupted sharply, her tone firm yet controlled. "You only ever cared about my status as a Yaoyorozu, and you made that abundantly clear months ago." Her words cut through the air like a blade, but her expression remained calm and dignified.
The boy's irritation began to show, though he smoothed it over with a condescending smirk. "Oh please, Momo. Let's not pretend this is anything more than a misunderstanding. We had a good arrangement going, and you know it. If you would just listen—"
He reached for her arm, but Momo quickly swatted his hand away with a cold look of disdain.
His smirk twisted into something darker, but he checked himself, stepping back before he could fully lose his composure. "Fine, you want the truth?" he sneered. "You were useful, that's all. We liked the prestige of having Yaoyorozu in our circle—who wouldn't?"
Momo's eyes flashed with hurt, but she stood tall, refusing to let him see her vulnerability.
"And let's be real for a moment," the boy continued, his tone dripping with condescension. "You're deluding yourself if you think anyone's ever going to be your friend for your 'charming personality.' People like you? You're just a prize. They're after your name, your wealth... or maybe even your body. That's the truth of the world you live in, Momo. Not everyone can afford to be so high and mighty."
Momo tightened her grip on her bag, keeping her chin high as she walked away. The boy's words stung, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
"Walk away all you like," he called after her, venomous now. "You'll never be a real hero! You're just a privileged girl playing dress-up, riding on the coattails of your family's wealth–"He's rang was cutt short as Izuku's stepped up and walked over
"Um, excuse me?" Izuku called out.
Both teenagers turned toward him, the green-haired boy glaring at the arrogant one. The girl, Momo, was surprised to see Izuku. She instantly recognized him. When the results of the entrance exam were published, Izuku Midoriya's name spread like wildfire—the boy who shattered All Might's record. His quirk, powerful and destructive, had stirred endless rumors, but Yaoyorozu knew from personal observation that they were true.
"Oh? Another U.A. student?" the boy sneered, his tone dripping with superiority. "Come to make friends with the Yaoyorozu heir? Like I said before, Momo—your quirk, your status—it's all you're good for. That's the only reason anyone would ever bother with you." His smirk deepened, taking pleasure in Momo's visible distress.
Momo bit back her tears, her composure beginning to falter under his words.
"I honestly don't care who she is "Izuku said, stepping closer, "but I'm not going to let you harass this girl any longer."
Both of them turned, stunned by Izuku's sudden intervention. The smug boy's expression quickly morphed into one of disdain as his eyes narrowed, focusing on Izuku.
"Do you even know who you're speaking to?" the boy growled, his eyes glowing a faint red. He stood nearly six feet tall, towering over Izuku's shorter frame. But Izuku didn't flinch, holding his gaze with calm defiance.
"I know exactly what you are," Izuku said, his voice steady. "A bully."
Momo blinked, surprised. She remembered from the exam how timid Izuku had seemed, someone who barely stood up for himself. Yet here he was, defending her with unwavering confidence, standing his ground against someone from one of Japan's most prestigious families.
The boy's expression darkened, though he kept his voice dripping with false civility. "You think because you've made it into U.A., that somehow places you on our level? Don't be deluded, boy. People like you are beneath us—commoners trying to play hero. Filth pretending to matter."
Izuku remained calm, unfazed by the insults. "You can think whatever you want. It doesn't change the fact you're just a bully. That's all I need to know about you. But I am not going to let you belittle her."
The boy's condescending sneer wavered, clearly frustrated that his words weren't getting to Izuku. He opened his mouth to deliver a self-righteous tirade, but before he could begin, the train arrived with a soft whoosh. Izuku, sensing his moment, grabbed Momo's hand and gently pulled her into the train car.
Momo was startled by the sudden action. Despite his strength, Izuku's grip was careful, guiding rather than forcing her.
She couldn't help but glance at him as they stepped inside the train, both of them finding themselves in a packed car with no seats available, leaving only the standing spaces.
"Guess we're standing." Izuku said looking around to see where he could stand.
...
Momo glanced down and noticed they were still holding hands. She blinked, then met Izuku's eyes with a soft smile.
"It's not an issue for me, but... could you please let go of my hand?" Momo asked gently.
Izuku's cheeks flushed a deep red as he immediately released her hand. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" He bowed profusely, his embarrassment clear.
Momo watched him in confusion. Just moments ago, he had displayed such confidence, but now he was stuttering and blushing like a completely different person.
"There's no need to apologize," Momo reassured him, her tone calm and composed. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, and you're Izuku Midoriya, correct?"
Izuku's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-Yaoyorozu?! As in the Yaoyorozu family?!" he exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.
Momo nodded, but then Izuku's expression shifted as another thought occurred to him. "W-Wait, how do you know my name?"
Momo offered a small, polite smile. "Oh, you saved my father's life," she said matter-of-fact.
Izuku's eyes went wide with realization. Before he could respond, Momo gave a slight bow, her voice softening. "Thank you for that. My father spoke very highly of you."
Izuku felt warmth spreading across his cheeks. "T-T-Thanks! But, wait—if you're Mr. Yaoyorozu's daughter, why are you taking the train?"
Momo smiled, . "I wanted to experience what it's like. Normally, I'd be driven by our chauffeur, but I didn't feel like taking a limo to school today. I wanted to arrive like everyone else for a change."
"That makes sense," Izuku replied, nodding.
Momo's demeanor shifted again as she continued, her voice full of admiration. "I must congratulate you on breaking All Might's record. 600 points is an impressive achievement, but considering how you utilized your abilities during the entrance exam, I'm not entirely surprised."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. "Y-You saw me use Echo-Echo during the exam? I didn't even notice you there..."
"I observed your performance from the observation room with the other recommended students," Momo explained. "Well, me and my father—no other recommended students showed up. Watching you was certainly exciting."
Izuku felt his face heat up again. "Wait, other recommended students?"
Momo looked momentarily uncomfortable, recalling her past experiences. At her old school, many students had scorned her when they learned she got in through recommendation. They probably assumed he had trained hard to achieve such a high score, but she had seen too many powerful individuals become arrogant and entitled.
She took a deep breath, straightening her posture. "I got in through recommendation."
Though she said it confidently, there was a small part of her that felt uneasy.
'I was ecstatic when my parents told me I'd been accepted into U.A., my dream school! she thought to herself. But a small part of me worries that I didn't truly earn my place. It didn't help when my former classmates found out... How could they assume I paid my way in? Even worse, they assumed I would use my body to—'
Momo kept her outward composure, though her frustration simmered beneath the surface. She knew she had worked hard. And she was very confident in her own abilities.
'I earned my place.' she asserted, to herself. "Just like the rest of the recommended students did, knowing that I can stand among students like Todoroki feels me with pride. I imagine he's had to face similar scrutiny...'
With a quiet, inward resolve, Momo straightened her posture, her confidence unwavering.
"W-Woah, you got in through recommendations?" Izuku exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"For you to be accepted into U.A., you must have a lot of potential!" he added, his excitement infectious. Momo felt a warm flutter in her chest at his genuine admiration.
Momo stared at him in surprise, taken aback by his enthusiasm.
"I heard the recommended exams are just as ruthless as the regular entrance exam! You must really be amazing!" Izuku continued, and Momo could see the sincerity in his eyes and words.
"To be one of only four people accepted through recommendation, you must have worked incredibly hard to stand out," he said, beaming with pride.
Momo blinked, feeling her cheeks warm as she tucked a large strand of her black hair behind her ear a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Thank you... That means a lot to me," she replied softly, touched by his words and the earnestness behind them.
Izuku, still oblivious to the effect he had on her, nodded eagerly. "I worked hard against the other applicants, and it paid off. Now I'll be standing alongside heroes in training. I hope we can work well together," Momo added.
Izuku nodded in agreement, but then curiosity sparkled in his eyes. He was eager to ask something that had been on his mind, knowing that those accepted by recommendation usually possessed very powerful quirks.
"So, what's your quirk?" Izuku asked, and at the mention of quirks, Momo's expression brightened. She was just as curious about his quirk, especially after seeing its impressive and versatile nature.
With a proud stance, she cleared her throat. "Well, I can create any non-living items from my exposed skin using the components of my body's fat tissue. As long as I understand the elements of the item I'm creating and have enough fat cells, I can make it," Momo explained.
Izuku's eyes widened in awe, sparkling with excitement as stars seemed to replace his pupils. Momo couldn't help but feel a rush of pride at his reaction, knowing that her quirk was something special.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a notebook appeared in his hand.
"Where did that notebook come from?" Momo asked, raising an eyebrow, but Izuku didn't seem to hear her question, too absorbed in jotting down notes.
"Wow! That's amazing! You can make anything using your quirk!? There's so much versatility and potential! You could create medical supplies for those in need, craft weapons to defend yourself, and even conjure up everyday objects on a whim!" Izuku exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he scribbled notes fervently in his book, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Thank you," Momo replied, a warm blush creeping onto her cheeks. His admiration felt genuine and uplifting.
As Izuku continued to jot down his thoughts, the sleeve of his uniform slid down slightly, exposing the Omnitrix on his wrist.
'His quirk is incredible—he can transform into so many different forms and gain powerful abilities. Plus, that green electricity I saw during the entrance exam suggests he must have a secondary quirk,' Momo mused, her curiosity piquing even further. She cleared her throat, gathering her thoughts to engage him.
"Midoriya, I'm really curious about your quirk," she said, her tone encouraging. Izuku flinched a little; while they had crafted a plausible cover story for the Omnitrix, he felt uncertain about revealing his 'Quirk'
"It... would be hard to explain. Actually, it might even sound unbelievable," he admitted, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice.
Not wanting to end the conversation with someone she was genuinely talking to, Momo pressed on."I watched the entrance exam closely. You used that support item on your wrist and transformed into that small white creature with cloning and sonic abilities. Then you switched to that fiery form to take down the zero-pointer. It was incredibly impressive!"
She smiled her eagerness to know what he can do especially when the fact she had never seen a quirk like his before was infectious.
Izuku's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her praise.
"T-Thank you." Taking a deep breath, he considered how Momo had opened up about her own quirk.' It's only fair that I share mine, he thought, reassuring himself. I'll keep it simple; no need to dive into the technical details.'
"My quirk allows me to transform into multiple forms, each with its own set of abilities," Izuku explained, pressing the button on the Omnitrix. Instantly, the device responded with a burst of green light, and the dial began to rise, showcasing various forms.
Momo's eyes widened in awe as she leaned closer, captivated by the display. "So you can transform into all these different forms? That's incredible!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
"Yeah, pretty much," Izuku replied, a sense of pride creeping into his tone as he deactivated the Omnitrix and the dial lowered back down. "Each form has its own strengths and weaknesses."
"How many forms do you have? How can you transform into such a variety? From what I observe, the watch seems to act as a selector. What about the green electricity?" Momo asked, her interest palpable, leaning in even closer, which made Izuku's heart race and his face turn crimson.
"Uh..." Izuku hesitated, feeling the weight of her gaze. "I can explain the rest later. Going through all that might take a while."
Momo nodded, her smile warm and encouraging. "I hope you do; I'm really curious now! I'm looking forward to us working together," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
Izuku smiled back, feeling a sense of camaraderie. He then glanced out the window, noticing their stop was fast approaching. "Hey, our stop is—"
Suddenly, the train lurched unexpectedly. Izuku stumbled forward, his hand still raised in a reflexive wave. Unfortunately, it landed squarely on something soft and round. The luxurious scent of expensive perfume enveloped him, and he realized with horror that he had inadvertently touched Momo's right breast.
A stunned silence fell over them, and the awkwardness hung heavy in the air. Momo reacted instinctively, slapping his hand away with a surprised look on her face. Flustered, Izuku's cheeks burned brighter than ever as he began to stutter, fumbling with his words.
"I-I-I! UH—! I-I didn't m-mean to—! I—I—"
Izuku's words stumbled out in a frantic mess, his stutter rendering his apologies unintelligible. He suddenly bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the ground.
"I'msorryI'msososossorry! I'msosorry! I'msosorry! Pleaseforgivemepleaseforgiveme! I'mnotapervet! Pleaseforgiveme!!"
Momo stared in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the torrent of jumbled words that poured from his mouth. 'Is he really not going to take this seriously?'
The thought ignited her frustration. She felt embarrassed, flustered, and annoyed that she couldn't see the obvious signs he was trying to apologise as she hugged her arms around her chest defensively, glaring at him with piercing eyes. It felt as if he wasn't even trying to apologize properly.
The stares of onlookers only compounded Izuku's anxiety; the jealousy in the boys' eyes and the disdain in the girls' glares made his heart race.
Momo turned her back on him with a sharp "Hmph!" that echoed her irritation, leaving Izuku feeling even more isolated.
His face drained of color, caught in a moment of shock and embarrassment.
Before he could collect himself to explain or sincerely apologize, the train jolted to a stop. Momo was the first to exit, her expression a mixture of anger and disappointment.
Deep inside, however, she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. The words of Shuan echoed in her mind, dredging up painful memories from middle school. 'Am I really going to go through all that again? I thought things would be different this time... He was kinda cute, and I enjoyed our conversation...'
Izuku stepped off the train, his heart racing as he watched her walk away without a glance back. Frustration boiled within him, and he slapped himself in the forehead. "Ugh! I need to work on my stuttering! She probably didn't hear a word I said! What's wrong with me? I'm such an idiot for freezing up like that!" He groaned, grabbing his head in exasperation.
I need to find her and apologize properly, he thought, determination flickering within him. But how? I don't even know what class she's in, and U.A. is huge...
As he approached the U.A. gates, he paused, keeping an eye on the girl as she entered the school building, her back turned to him. Just then, something pink collided with him, halting his thoughts.
"Oof! Sorry! D—"
Izuku turned to see a girl with vibrant pink skin and small horns, her face suddenly turning a deep lilac as she blushed, her wide eyes filled with surprise. Next to her stood a boy with spiky red hair, his eyes a bit shocked.
A few moments ago.
"Kirishima, I'm telling you, he's the one!" A girl with pink skin and horns exclaimed, her excitement shining through as she bounced on her toes.
Kirishima chuckled as they walked side by side.
"I can feel it!" she continued dramatically, her eyes sparkling. "When I enter the school, that green-haired boy from so long ago will be waiting for me with open arms." She opened her arms wide to emphasize her point.
"You seem really into a guy you've only met once," Kirishima replied, raising an eyebrow. "You don't even know his name, and yet you can't stop talking about him. Don't you think you're getting a bit carried away?"
Mina beamed at him, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. "Kirishima, I know the chances of running into him again are slim, but I've always wanted to fall for a guy! That's why I love playing matchmaker for others. But this feels different. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment when he saved my life, but my heart has been going crazy ever since! Whenever I think about him, my chest feels like there's a drum and I get butterflies in my stomach. My face gets all hot, and I can't stop picturing his messy green hair." Mina stopped her face turning lilac holding her beating chest.
"It's just... I've never had a crush on anyone before, and I'm so excited about it! It makes me feel like I'm on top of the moon!" She hugged herself tightly, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she bounced on her toes.
Kirishima grinned, placing his hands behind his head. "I kinda want to meet him too."
Mina gasped dramatically, her hands on her hips. "No way! I'm not giving up my first crush to anyone!"
Kirishima laughed, shaking his head. "Not like that, Ashido."
"I knew I recognized him! I saw him in the underground fight arena; he was the one managing Four Arms!" Kirishima's eyes brightened, and he clenched his fists in excitement.
"That Four Arms guy was so cool! He fought with such strength, putting a guy in a chokehold while restraining his arms—it was incredible! And the fight with that Rappa guy? Wow!"
Ashido giggled and nudged him playfully. "Seems like someone's a fan."
"H-Hey, cut it out!" Kirishima said, waving his hands in protest. "I just think Four Arms is awesome. I wouldn't mind getting an autograph."
"You really think he's the same guy?" Ashido asked, tilting her head curiously.
"I hope so! If I get to meet Four Arms, that would be amazing!" Kirishima said, turning to Mina with an earnest expression. "But I doubt you'll find that guy."
"Horn buddy, love always finds a way! I'll find my curly, freckled prince! I know it's a long shot, but the way he saved me—my heart was racing so fast! I've never felt this way about anyone before. I just—"
So lost in her thoughts, Mina didn't notice she had bumped into someone until she turned around. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of familiar green eyes, freckles, and messy forest-green hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the boy exclaimed, stepping back slightly.
"N-no problem! Ahem, I'm Mina Ashido. It's a pleasure," Mina said, her voice slightly shaky as she nervously tucked a loose strand of her unruly pink hair behind her ear. Her cheeks were flushed, and her heart was racing, barely able to meet the boy's gaze.
"Oh... pleasure..." The boy, Izuku, stared at her for a moment, clearly captivated by her eyes. 'He's staring right at me! Does he remember me? D-Does he think my horns are weird? Her thoughts spiraled as she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other. What about my eyes? People always compare them to a raccoon's...'
Izuku suddenly snapped out of his trance. "Your eyes... they look pretty cool," he said, offering a small, awkward smile. He then took a better look at her, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, wasn't she the girl that the bird took? I mean, I could be wrong, but... uh, having pink skin isn't exactly unique."
Mina's face turned a deeper shade of lilac as she tried to process his words. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Izuku looked like he remembered something urgent. "Sorry, but I gotta go!" he quickly blurted out, his face flustered as he took a step back.
"Hey...!" Mina called out, reaching her hand slightly toward him, but he was already rushing off, leaving her standing there, her hand frozen in midair. Her shoulders slumped slightly. "...wait. Darn it!"
"Ah, man, that was totally him! That was totally Four Arms' manager!" Kirishima exclaimed from beside her, pumping his fist. "I need him to get me an autograph! He's so manly! Guess you were right!"
Mina's hand slowly lowered to her chest as she felt her heartbeat still pounding.
"Y-Yeah..." she muttered, almost in disbelief. She hadn't really expected to see him again—it was just a silly fantasy she kept replaying in her mind.
But now, standing here, knowing that he was actually at U.A., it made her dreams feel so much more real. Her heart raced faster, pounding like a drum as the excitement and nervousness washed over her.
Her face stayed a deep lilac as her fingers lightly touched her chest, feeling the rapid thump of her pulse.
...
Izuku sprinted down the halls, frantically searching for the girl he needed to apologize to before class. His steps slowed as he realized something worse: he was lost. Groaning in frustration, he looked around, gripping his head in both hands.
"ARG!! I'm bad with girls and directions!!" he exclaimed, throwing his head back in despair.
"Hey, lil' buddy! Everything okay down there? You look lost and frustrated," a friendly voice called out, catching Izuku's attention.
"Huh?!" Izuku muttered in surprise, spinning around.
"Yo!" A tall, muscular blonde guy grinned at him, giving a playful wink.
"Oh, uh... y-yeah. I-I'm kinda lost," Izuku admitted, slumping his shoulders in defeat. "Do you know the school building?"
"Like the back of my hand!" The blonde said with a cheerful grin, then chuckled. "But sorry, I can't help with the 'girls' part."
Midoriya's face instantly flushed with embarrassment, and he facepalmed. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Nope!" the blonde responded with a smirk.
Izuku blinked in confusion. Did he have some kind of mind-reading quirk?
"Huh? Then how did you—" Izuku began, but the blonde interrupted him.
"You screamed it," he said, still in a cheerful tone.
Izuku's face turned a deeper red as he groaned, muttering, "Great first day, and I've already made a fool of myself. Today is going splendidly."
"Haha, you're funny, first-year!" the blonde laughed, clapping Izuku on the back. "Name's Mirio Togata! I'm a third-year in the Hero Course. I can show you to your class if you'd like!"
Before Izuku could respond, a cheerful voice echoed down the hall.
"Mirio! There you are! What are you doing? We need to get to the entrance ceremony—" A girl with bright blue hair hurried over, but her eyes quickly locked on Izuku. "Huh? Who's this?! Is he friendly?!"
Izuku turned to see the source of the voice, and his face went nuclear red. His mind short-circuited the moment he laid eyes on the energetic girl approaching them. She was practically bouncing with excitement, her curiosity overwhelming.
"Yo, Nejire!" Mirio waved at her, still grinning. "I was just helping this freshman out—giving him directions."
Nejire, now standing between them, leaned in close to Izuku, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hey, hey! Nice to meet you! I'm Nejire Hado. What's your name? What course are you in? What's your quirk? Is it strong? Why are you so red? Is it because of your quirk? Do you need help getting somewhere? What class are you in?" She fired off questions in rapid succession, leaning in closer with every word.
Izuku felt the wall press against his back as he tried to put some distance between himself and Nejire's barrage of questions. His eyes darted nervously as he tried to keep up with her, but his mind was too jumbled to form coherent answers.
"Hey, Nejire, give the guy some breathing room!" Mirio chuckled, gently pulling her back. "He can't answer your questions if you don't let him talk!"
Izuku exhaled in relief, his blush still prominent. "I-I-Izuku M-Midoriya. N-nice to meet you, Togata and Hado," he stammered, nervously scratching the back of his head. "I-I really need to work on my stutter," he muttered under his breath.
Mirio and Nejire's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, Midoriya?" Mirio crossed his arms, studying the boy with new interest. "You're the first-year who broke All Might's record, right?"
"Yeah, yeah! Rumor has it you scored 450 villain points and 150 rescue points in the entrance exam! That's insane!" Nejire added, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "When I was a first-year, I only got 90 points!"
Izuku's face turned crimson as he waved his hands in front of him. "I-It's no big deal, r-really!"
"Humble too!" Mirio said, impressed. "Most first-years with a score that high would be bragging left and right."
"I-I'm not really looking for attention..." Izuku mumbled, scratching his cheek. "Uh, do you mind showing me to Class 1-A?"
Both Mirio and Nejire exchanged looks before wincing slightly.
"You're in Class 1-A?" Mirio asked cautiously.
"Uh... yeah, should I be worried?" Izuku asked, noting the sudden change in their expressions.
Mirio rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well... that class's homeroom teacher is, uh, known for expelling students."
Izuku's eyes went wide, and he gulped nervously. "H-He wouldn't happen to have black hair, a scarf, and a really tired look, would he?"
"Oh, so you've met him!" Nejire chirped cheerfully.
Izuku closed his eyes, muttering a quick prayer under his breath before sighing in acceptance. "Of course. My luck just keeps getting better. Anyway, could you please help me find the class? I don't want to be late—especially with a guy who might expel me on day one."
Without warning, Nejire grabbed Izuku's arm and began dragging him down the hall. "C'mon, let's go! You don't wanna be expelled on the first day! Can I ask you some questions along the way? Please? I wanna know more about your quirk!"
Before Izuku could respond, he was pulled away, his mind spinning from everything that had just happened.
Mirio watched with a grin, shaking his head as Izuku was whisked away by Nejire's energy. "Well, that was something..." He shrugged and walked off. "He'll be fine... probably."
A few minutes later
Izuku stood frozen, watching as Nejire's curious blue eyes sparkled while she fiddled with the Omnitrix on his wrist, leaning in so close that his heart raced.
"So, you can transform into different superheroes?" she asked, her fingers lightly brushing against the device.
"Uh... well, yeah, basically," Izuku stammered, cheeks heating up. "But I call them alien heroes."
"Cool!" Nejire beamed, moving closer to inspect the Omnitrix more thoroughly, her wide smile nearly blinding him. Izuku's blush deepened as her proximity made his pulse quicken.
"How many forms do you have? Oh! I wanna ask so many questions! How many can fly? From the rumors, you can clone yourself, have sonic powers, and you destroyed half the Zero Pointer with a fire quirk! What else can you do? Do you have a cute form? Do you have an ugly form? A speed form? Strength form?" Nejire fired off question after question, her enthusiasm almost overwhelming.
"Uh..." Izuku blinked, trying to keep up with her rapid-fire queries. They finally reached the classroom as he managed to answer, "I have about ten forms... and counting. Three can fly. I can do a lot. Uh, I'm not sure what you'd consider cute. None are ugly, but... well, one's kind of scary. Yeah, I call him Fasttrack—he's super fast, and I've got a strength form too."
Nejire's eyes lit up as she processed all his answers, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "Wow, you answered all of them! You're amazing!" She then glanced at the door. "Oh, we're here! Maybe we can go flying together sometime! That'd be fun! Bye, Midoriya! Thanks for chatting!" she called, waving cheerfully as she darted away.
"Bye," Izuku said softly, still waving awkwardly long after she'd disappeared around the corner. He placed a hand over his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. Talking to three pretty girls in one day? He wasn't sure he could survive much more of this.
He turned toward the massive door marked "1-A" and blinked, taking a moment to collect himself. "Why's it so big? Is it for accessibility? I guess that makes sense... people do come in all shapes and sizes," he muttered, his thoughts momentarily distracted from his nerves.
As he entered, a voice called out to him. "Yo, Greenie! Good to see you!"
Izuku turned, spotting Kyoka Jirou approaching with a smirk. "J-Jirou!"
She crossed her arms, amusement clear in her expression. "I feel like I'm entitled to an 'I told you so.' You really thought they'd reject you after fighting the Zero Pointer?"
Izuku blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "W-Well, it wasn't a sure thing... I mean, I did break the robot."
Jirou shook her head, smirking. "Well, surprise. I'm in 1-A too."
Izuku smiled, feeling some relief. "Really? I guess we're classmates, then."
Jirou nodded. "Yep, looks like we'll be stuck with each other for the year."
As Izuku reached for the classroom door, dread crept into his mind. "I really hope Kacchan isn't in this class..." he muttered.
"I know the feeling," Jirou sighed. "Personally, I'm hoping Mr. Go-By-The-Rulebook and that explosive asshole from the entrance exam aren't in here."
Izuku blinked in surprise. "Explosive asshole? Did he yell 'die' and have an explosion quirk?"
Jirou raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
Izuku winced. "That's... Kacchan. Bakugou."
Jirou's expression deadpanned. "Great." She opened the door, and they both stepped inside, only to see an argument already brewing.
Katsuki was sitting at a desk with his feet kicked up, glaring at a tall boy with glasses who looked ready to explode.
"Take your feet off the desk now!" the boy scolded, chopping his hand through the air. "It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property!"
Katsuki shot him an irritated glare. "Your old school shove a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?" he snapped, clearly unimpressed by the lecture.
The dark-haired boy's face tightened in frustration, but he tried again, taking a deep breath. "Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy."
Katsuki only grinned, leaning back in his chair with a dangerous look. "Somei, huh? So you're a damn elite. Looks like I'll have fun crushing you."
Iida visibly recoiled at Katsuki's words, looking both offended and confused. "Crush me?! You're terrible! Do you actually aim to be a hero?!"
Izuku winced, muttering to Jirou, "And here we go..."
...
""Ah, man..." Izuku muttered as he stepped into the classroom. Someone immediately gasped at the sight of him, nervously fidgeting in her seat as she adjusted her hair.
"We're in the same class?! Oh no, is my hair okay? I haven't cut it in a while... Maybe we can talk about how we both have curly hair..." she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible as she panicked.
Jirou glanced over at him with a flat expression. "I knew you attracted trouble wherever you went."
Izuku sighed, slumping in agreement. "Yeah... it does feel like that sometimes."
Nearby, an invisible girl, sitting with Ashido, shot him a subtle glare.
'No surprise Mr. Show-off made it in,' Toru thought bitterly. 'He even beat All Might's record. He probably knew fighting that zero-pointer would rack up rescue points. That punch... he could've taken it down whenever he wanted.' She sighed softly before her gaze landed on a dual-haired boy. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she stared at him. 'Todoroki is pretty cool, hot as hell and the son of Endeavor. The most promising student of our year...'Toru said.'Though I doubt he would notice me.'
Momo, sitting with her nose in a book, widened her eyes when she spotted Izuku. 'Midoriya... he's in my class?' she thought, a flicker of irritation rising within her.
Iida, who had been engaged in a heated argument, turned to see Jirou standing with Midoriya. He walked up to Midoriya, his expression softening. "Ah, it's you."
"Oh hey, Iida," Midoriya replied, bowing slightly. "Thank you for offering me your points."
"Wait a minute, aren't you the guy who called him out in front of everyone?" Jirou interjected, recognizing the boy who flinched at her words before recalling her face.
"Y-Yes, I remember you. I apologize for my actions. My nerves seemed to get the best of me," Iida stammered, adjusting his glasses.
Jirou raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "You may be a stick in the mud, but you seem alright. And Midoriya here doesn't seem to hold a grudge."
But the moment she uttered the name "Midoriya," the atmosphere shifted. The class fell dead silent, and Izuku felt their collective gaze on him, sending a wave of discomfort through his chest. Whispers soon erupted.
"M-Midoriya... He's Midoriya?" Mina gasped, her eyes wide with awe. "The Midoriya? The guy who broke All Might's record?" Her voice trembled with excitement.
"He didn't just break the record; he completely decimated it! He got three times more than All Might!" a boy with strange elbows chimed in, his admiration palpable.
"I saw it firsthand—it was incredible! He was like a one-man army," said a boy with multiple arms, eyes gleaming. "And the power behind his zero-pointer takedown was unreal; his flames were like Endeavor's!"
Among the crowd stood a boy with dual-colored hair, seemingly detached from the buzz around him. He had heard about Midoriya when word spread that he had broken All Might's record, prompting his father to throw a fit.
His father had erupted in fury upon hearing the news. He had smashed furniture and flung exercise equipment around the room, demanding to know who this Midoriya was.
When he discovered that the boy possessed a fire quirk that was hotter than his own—and some even claimed it was greater—the man only grew angrier.
As the whispers grew louder, the dual-haired boy glanced at Midoriya. Honestly unimpressed, he noted how obviously uncomfortable the boy was under the scrutiny. His eyes darted around, looking for an escape from the sudden attention.
He sighed, deciding to ignore the commotion. Midoriya didn't seem like a threat; he seemed more like a deer caught in headlights. Deeming the boy not a threat he returned to his book.
"Hey, Todoroki..." Momo said, her voice soft as she tried to strike up a conversation. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her heart racing slightly as he turned to look at her.
"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral but his gaze sharp. She wasn't sure what she should talk about before the topic of conversation that had been around the class.
"Uhm..." Momo hesitated, a hint of nervousness creeping into her tone. "I was at the entrance exam and saw it. His power is actually quite incredible! I mean, those flames he—"
Momo was cut off by Todoroki's blunt interruption. "I'm not interested in talking right now," he said, his voice flat.
"And honestly, he doesn't seem like a threat. You don't need to worry about him." With that, he returned his attention to his book, dismissing her completely.
"Oh... right." Momo's shoulders slumped, feeling disheartened as a familiar wave of disappointment washed over her. "I just thought you might want to chat about it..." she murmured, her voice trailing off.
She let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze back to her book, trying to focus but unable to shake the feeling of rejection.
Around them, murmurs erupted among the other students.
"That test site felt like a furnace!" a boy with a tail exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. He gestured animatedly, his tail swishing behind him. "I swear, I thought I was going to melt!"
"Yeah, it was insane!" the purple-haired boy chimed in, leaning forward in his seat. "I felt like I was standing right in front of a blast furnace! Those flames were no joke!"
Jirou flinched at the sudden shift in focus, a pang of guilt washing over her. She could tell Midoriya didn't like being the center of attention—something they both shared. "S-Sorry, Green, I didn't mean it," she said, her tone apologetic, starkly contrasting with her usual teasing demeanor.
"I-It's fine... Though I don't like being the center of attention; it's not like it was gonna stay a secret," Izuku replied, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze darting around the room to avoid making eye contact.
Hagakure wanted to roll her eyes. For a guy who doesn't like attention, you really made a showing in the entrance exam, she thought, a flicker of envy igniting within her. While people often overlooked her, Midoriya's explosive performance had drawn everyone's gaze, and the fact that he had stolen most of the points only frustrated her further.
Meanwhile, Ashido leaned forward in her seat, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Not only is he in my class, but he's Izuku Midoriya?! The top scorer, the record breaker?! His quirk must be powerful! He earned so many rescue points; he must be a nice guy!" She rested her chin on her arms, her face lighting up with admiration.
"The guy probably has a girlfriend," she added, glancing at Jirou, who was teasing Midoriya while he smiled shyly in response.
This brought a storm of rage to Bakugou, who was on the verge of exploding. The way everyone talked about "that bastard" only fueled his frustration. A silent snark twisted his lips but it was the malice in his eyes that spoke volumes.
"Deku..." he muttered under his breath, his hands clenching into fists. I'm going to ruin that little shit... right after I figure out how he got in and racked up those points, Bakugou thought, his face twisted into a scowl.
"Clearly, you managed to devise the true meaning of the test and thus earned your place at the number one spot on the board. I must admit, you are the better man," Iida said, his serious expression unwavering as he looked at Izuku.
"S-Secret?" Izuku asked, flustered, his cheeks tinged pink as he shifted nervously in his seat.
"Of course! That's why you took on the zero-pointer! You must have known it was a logical ruse, providing an opportunity for you to get rescue points!" Iida exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. Jirou couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"Pfft!!" she snickered, unable to contain herself.
"No, he was completely clueless about the rescue points," Jirou teased, a playful grin on her face. The class fell silent, and Iida's eyes widened in shock.
Momo, who had been trying to read her book, glanced up in surprise but quickly masked her reaction. Toru, who had been staring at Todoroki, froze before turning her attention back to the group.
"You should've seen him before the results! He totally thought he failed the exam; he was moping around!" Jirou said, a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked at Izuku, who was now blushing furiously.
"Y-Yeah... I thought I failed the practical exam when Present Mic told us we would get deducted points if we fought it. I really thought I messed up," Izuku admitted with a heavy sigh, scratching his head sheepishly.
"But you beat the zero-pointer in one punch! I assumed you turned it into scrap! Wasn't that a plan to show the judges your incredible power?" Tenya asked, furrowing his brow with curiosity.
"Uh, no, that was an accident. I was just trying something, and it worked out," Izuku chuckled nervously, his embarrassment still evident.
"Though I'm really glad it turned out this way. I thought I would have to go to an entirely different hero school," Izuku added, relief breaking through his embarrassment.
From afar, Toru began to feel guilt rising within her. Not only had she insulted him, but he had also proven that he wasn't just a great hero. 'He really sacrificed all his points just to save those two... 'she thought, her gaze softening as she looked at him, realizing the weight of his actions.
"That only makes your actions more admirable! You acted without a desire for a reward. No, more accurately, you thought the act of saving someone was a reward in itself! I can't think of anyone more suited to be a hero!" Iida exclaimed, his voice resonating with passion. His eyes sparkled with admiration as he looked at Izuku, who felt heat rising to his cheeks, the flustered boy struggling to respond.
"That means a lot coming from Ingenium's little brother," Izuku said, offering a shy smile, his hands fidgeting in his lap.
Iida immediately straightened, his expression shifting to surprise. "How did you know?"
"Wait, you're actually his little brother?!" the earphone girl exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she leaned forward, her hair swaying with the movement.
Izuku nodded, his excitement bubbling over. "Well, I kinda met Ingenium a few months back, and I saw his face. You two look a lot alike! Plus, your engine quirk and the Iida name are kind of a dead giveaway. Sorry, dude, did you want it to be a secret?"
"I see. You're also very observant, and your deductive skills are impressive," Iida replied, his posture relaxing slightly as he adjusted his glasses. "But I would prefer people not treat me any differently, so I would rather keep it a secret," he added, lowering his voice to a whisper, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
Jirou and Midoriya both nodded in agreement, their expressions understanding. Just then, a red-haired boy bounded over, his energy infectious.
"Hey! I'm Ejiro Kirishima! Nice to meet you!" he said, his wide grin lighting up his face as he extended a hand toward Izuku, his excitement radiating from him.
"N-Nice to meet you too, I'm—" Midoriya started, his voice shaky as he raised his hand to shake Kirishima's, but he was abruptly cut off by the enthusiastic boy.
"Everyone knows who you are! By the way, are you the manager of Four Arms?!" Kirishima exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement as he leaned closer to Izuku.
Midoriya's face went blank, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Wh-What?"
"I knew it! You're him! Dude, you've got to introduce me to him! Not only did you get the top score, but you're also the strongest guy I know who manages Four Arms! This is epic!" Kirishima said, practically bouncing on his feet, his enthusiasm infectious.
Izuku blinked rapidly, trying to process what Kirishima was saying. "Uh... that's going to be easier said than done," he replied, glancing around at the curious faces, including the earphone girl's look of intrigue.
"Really?" said a boy with unusual elbow joints, his excitement palpable. "I saw the fight; Four Arms was a beast! Especially that last round!"
"I know, right? How can a guy take a punch like that?!" Kaminari chimed in, shaking his head in disbelief, admiration flooding his expression.
"Trust me, they hurt like hell," Midoriya admitted, rubbing his sore arms instinctively as he recalled the pain from his battles.
Iida straightened, a serious expression crossing his face. "Midoriya, I'm surprised that someone as promising as yourself would be affiliated with such a brute. But I must admit, Four Arms' fighting prowess is impressive," he stated, crossing his arms, nodding in acknowledgment.
Midoriya slumped his shoulders, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice. "H-He isn't that bad. He just... gets a little carried away sometimes."
"By the way, they said you caused that massive heatwave!" said a guy with blonde hair and a tail, his eyes wide with curiosity as he leaned forward.
"I've never felt a heatwave like that, and leveling a zero pointer in just one punch! Oh, man, dude you were really cool."
The praise that flooded the room made Bakugou's blood boil. Each compliment directed at Midoriya felt like a personal attack, igniting a furious fire within him.
'Why is everyone talking about that worthless piece of shit?!' he screamed in his head, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, blood trickling into his pockets from the pressure.
'That bastard took my number one spot! He ruined everything. No way I was beaten by that insignificant, useless, worthless nobody. He doesn't deserve to be here! Just look at him, acting like he's some kind of hero! There's no way he destroyed that zero pointer or even managed to get one point! I'll prove that he's trash, and I'll make everyone see it!'Bakugou thought, grinding his teeth as more praise echoed around him.
"Dekiru! There you are!" A cheerful voice pierced through Bakugou's thoughts, instantly redirecting his ire. He looked up to see Uraraka approaching Midoriya, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Uraraka!" Midoriya replied, a genuine smile breaking through his earlier fluster, only to be met with rapid punches on his shoulder.
"Me and Kendo waited for you! And you were already here!" she chided, her playful annoyance a stark contrast to Bakugou's simmering rage.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Please stop hitting me! And I'm sorry I kinda, um…" Midoriya trailed off, glancing nervously at Yaoyorozu, who was pointedly ignoring him. When their eyes met, she simply huffed and turned away, further deepening his embarrassment.
"Got distracted," he finished sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
Ashido and Jirou watched from a distance, both feeling a pang of envy as they observed Uraraka converse with Izuku. Ashido felt a twinge of jealousy at how close they were, her cheeks puffing slightly as she crossed her arms.
Jirou tried to shake off her own feelings, knowing that they were just friends. But still, it's annoying to see them so comfortable with each other.
"If you're here to make a friend, then you can leave," a cold voice interrupted, sending chills down Midoriya's spine. He turned to see their new homeroom teacher standing at the entrance, his presence sucking the warmth out of the room.
"Ah, man," he muttered, his complexion paling as he realized the authority standing before him.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, eyes glued to the figure in the doorway. The man was wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag, his messy, shoulder-length black hair framing a tired, droopy face that looked as if he had just rolled out of bed.
"Ehhhhhh?!" the class chorused in disbelief, shock rippling through them like a wave.
The man unzipped his sleeping bag with a grunt and stepped out, revealing a slender form and a worn-out appearance. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you," he said flatly, his tone devoid of enthusiasm.
"Homeroom teacher?!?!" the entire class thought, a mix of confusion and disbelief washing over them. Aizawa then reached into his sleeping bag and pulled out a stack of P.E. uniforms, tossing them nonchalantly to the students.
"It's kinda sudden, but put this on and go onto the field. Don't make me wait." He turned and left the room as abruptly as he entered, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Midoriya gulped, realizing the seriousness of the situation. He knew Aizawa's reputation; he could easily expel students for the slightest infraction. Panic surged through him, and he bolted toward the locker room, a mixture of fear and urgency propelling him forward.
Everyone watched in confusion as the boy dashed away, eyes wide with trepidation. Bakugou merely scoffed, "Tch," his irritation simmering just below the surface. 'How can everyone admire that loser? He's just a Quirkless nobody who somehow managed to trick everyone into thinking he's worthy of being a hero. I'll show them he's nothing but trash! They're all so stupid for falling for his act. I'll crush him. Just you wait, Dekiru. You're nothing. Just a worthless nobody.'
In The Girls Locker Room
The girls were changing into their P.E. uniforms when Ashido and Hagakure seized the opportunity to spark a conversation.
"So, what do you guys think of our homeroom teacher?" Hagakure asked, her invisible hands deftly unbuttoning her shirt.
"He seems... interesting, to say the least," Uraraka replied, glancing over her shoulder with a hint of disbelief. "I didn't expect him to look like that."
'I wasn't expecting our new teacher to look like a hobo," Asui commented bluntly, shaking her head.
"He doesn't seem the most professional," Momo added with a sigh, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow.
"So, Jirou, was it?" Ashido asked, turning her attention to the punk girl, who was adjusting her uniform.
"Yeah, what's up?" Jirou replied, curious.
"So how do you and Uraraka know Midoriya?" Ashido inquired, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Both girls exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. "You both have nicknames for him. Are you like his girlfriend or something?" Ashido asked with a teasing grin.
Uraraka's face turned bright red, her heart racing as she tried to suppress her flustered state. "W-Wait, what?!" she stammered, glancing nervously at Jirou.
Jirou's cheeks flushed as well, both girls momentarily frozen at the implication. "Uh, n-no, we're just friends…" Jirou muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"N-No, don't get the wrong idea!" Uraraka exclaimed, flustered as she waved her hands defensively.
"So he's single is what I'm hearing?" Ashido asked, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she leaned in closer, eager for gossip.
Both girls glanced at each other again, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. "Yeah... he's single," Uraraka admitted, her blush deepening.
Just then, Toru, sensing Ashido's love-struck demeanor, couldn't resist teasing. "Oh? Someone's got their sights set on Midoriya?" she said, grinning.
Ashido's face turned a shade of lilac. "N-No! I just think he's pretty cool…" she stammered. "Though... I kinda wanna get to know him better," she added, her expression softening.
Ashido then turned to Momo, a teasing glint in her eyes. "What about you, Yaoyorozu? Got a boy on your mind?"
"Yeah, are you also crushing on Midoriya?" Toru chimed in playfully. "He couldn't keep his eyes off you; he totally has a crush on you!"
Momo crossed her arms tightly, annoyance flashing across her face. "I'm not particularly interested in anyone right now, especially not Midoriya," she replied firmly, her tone edged with irritation.
"And frankly, after his actions during our train ride, I don't think I ever will." She turned away, her posture tense as she recalled the incident, still frustrated.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Toru asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Momo proceeded to recount her experience meeting Midoriya, her voice steady but laced with annoyance. "He accidentally touched my breast," she explained, her cheeks tinged with irritation. Tsuyu tilted her head in confusion, Ochako facepalmed, and Jirou stifled a laugh.
"Oh, that absolute doofus," Jirou said, doubling over with laughter.
"NO! He's a pervert!" Mina exclaimed, her face distraught. "How can he do that to a girl?!"
"Really? Because from your story, it sounds like it was an accident,' Tsuyu countered, raising an eyebrow and looking skeptical.
"Oh, so he just happened to fall on your chest?" Hagakure asked sarcastically, smirking.
"Yaoyorozu, let me guess: after that, the next words out of his mouth were some incoherent nonsense?" Jirou asked, unable to hide her amusement.
Momo looked surprised before recalling the events. "Yes. How did you know?" she asked.
Ochako sighed in exasperation. "He probably bowed at a 90-degree angle and stuttered his way through an apology, right?" she speculated.
Momo nodded, her posture beginning to relax slightly as she thought about how flustered he had looked. "Yes..."She admitted guilt creeping in.
Ochako walked up to her, concern replacing her teasing demeanor. "Look, I know Dekiru, and trust me, he wouldn't touch a girl without her consent. If I'm being honest, I honestly don't think he physically could without passing out," she giggled, lightening the mood.
"He's really thoughtful; he cares about a lot of people…" Ochako began, her tone turning sincere as she looked at Momo. Everyone's attention shifted toward her, intrigued by the sincerity in her voice.
"He's always thinking of others and respecting people's boundaries to an almost nauseating degree. It's kinda cute, actually." Ochako's cheeks turned pink as she continued.
"He barely could stand anywhere near me without turning into a tomato, let alone touching me," she added, chuckling at the memory.
Momo's expression softened, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Looking back on it now… it does seem like he was trying to apologize," she admitted softly, her expression softenin as guilt washed over her for giving him the cold shoulder.
Ochako and Jirou exchanged knowing glances before placing a supportive hand on Momo's shoulder. "I'm sure Dekiru feels really guilty about what happened, and knowing him, he probably won't stop until he makes it up to you,
"Yeah, the guy isn't a perv." Jirou reassured her, her smirk fading into a genuine smile.
Momo nodded, a small smile breaking through her initial frustration