What I have just done is a proof of pure love. As I have said before, either here or in another of my stories (maybe?) English is not my first language. My strong points are reading and listening. Speaking and writing require practice. And I don´t have a beta, or money to pay a beta. So I spent the entire weekend re editing this entire story and the new chapter before uploading. Now, any grammatic mistake won´t be just mine, it will also belong to an AI. Except for this disclaimers: this are pure Nyxst4r.
So, hope that everybody is enjoying this story and the canon. Because that last chapter really got me emotional and wanting for more.
14
During their first year as master and student, Riley made sure to teach all he knew: map reading, martial arts, cooking, strategy, how to focus on her aura, camping lessons, first aid, etc. When it came to Pokemon lessons, he focused on the basics: typing, nature, abilities. According to him, every trainer had their own training style. Whether it was for battles or contests, it didn't matter.
Most of what entailed the practical part of being a trainer was learned from practice and error and then improvised upon. Experience was the greatest teacher. Experience and loss. Improvisation and imagination. The journey itself was the best way to learn. By fighting other trainers and Pokemon, one saw different styles and strategies; they realized their weak points and created new strategies.
Riley had not held her hand during the journey. He advised her when it was needed and helped her get the hang of things. By the time she won the Relic Badge, he had become more like a traveling partner than a mentor. She took care of her own bank account and bought her own supplies.
Before she presented her badges to participate in the Lily of the Valley Conference, or as it was more known, the Pokemon Sinnoh League, he gave her one last bit of advice. Probably the most important advice he could have given her. One that would help her for the rest of her life, whether as a professional trainer or as a hero.
How to deal with the press.
Right now, staring at the horde of reporters, cameramen, and journalists shouting and screaming questions at her schoolmates, she was so glad that Riley chose to impart this bit of wisdom.
"When it comes to the press, the most crucial part is to figure out what kind of reporter you are dealing with. Some only care about making a name for themselves or getting more ratings for their channel. If they have to create a scandal, they will. If they have to slander your name, they will. The best way to deal with them is to be polite and to make sure there are other witnesses in place to back you up. Keep your emotions in check. Also, make sure to imply that you´re also recording the conversation and that you have no problem uploading it if they try to edit their own version just to make you sound bad.
The more dangerous are the next two types: greedy and fanatics. Both will twist the news to accommodate whatever their patron tells them to. It doesn't matter if it's a complete lie. They will do it.
Now, not all the press is like that. Many care about showing the truth of the story; some even care about getting justice done. Those are the ones you keep in your saved list in case of emergency.
As a trainer, and if you make it back home, as a hero, you will have to deal with the most annoying kind.
Paparazzi.
All they care about are ratings and scandals. They don't take no for an answer and respect no boundaries. As far as they are concerned, if you´re famous, then you don't deserve to have privacy, and everybody is entitled to know every single aspect of your life.
The best thing to do is to ignore them, give them nothing, and get a good lawyer to serve them with restraining orders and lawsuits whenever they sell lies about you or your family."
"Izumi-nee." Eri grabbed her skirt tightly. Her little sister was staring, frightened, at the reporters. Izumi patted her head comfortably. She wasn't surprised at Eri´s fear; her little sister had grown up in a hostile environment, sheltered from the rest of the world. Even Izumi, who had experience with crowds and was interviewed a few times, got intimidated by the sight.
"Don´t worry, Eri; me and Mien-chan will protect you," she winked at her. Eri smiled shakily but hid behind her older sister.
"It seems that the press found out that All Might is teaching in UA, kero." Asui´s voice made both girls jump in surprise. They never heard the frog girl approach.
"Oh, I´m sorry if I frightened you, kero." Asui apologized to both of them, remorse visible on her face.
"Asui-san! Ah, no, it´s ok. It was mostly a surprise. You were really sneaky," Izumi tried to reassure her new schoolmate.
Asui glanced at Eri´s hidden form. Her face had her common nonplussed look. She kneeled down and peered at the younger girl.
"Hi, I´m Tsu. You're Midoriya´s sister, Eri, right? I have two younger siblings too." Eri peeked from behind Izumi curiously.
"You do?" Asui nodded. "Their names are Samidare and Satsuki. Samidare is ten; Satsuki is six." "I am six too!" Eri blurted it out. She blinked at her own boldness.
"Maybe we can figure out a playdate with Satsuki-chan. What do you think, Eri?" Ever since they had first met, Izumi only wanted for Eri to have the childhood she deserved, to have a great life, and to replace all her horrible memories with joyful ones. After months of therapy and safe and normal human interaction, Eri was capable of talking to others, but she still tended to shy away.
Asui-san seemed like a nice girl. From what she recalled from the past two days, she enjoyed spending time with her siblings. The way she spoke to Eri, so calmly and patiently, reassured her.
Eri looked at her and at Asui. She fidgeted with her hands and gave the frog girl a pleading look.
Asui smiled warmly. "I´m sure Satsuki-chan would love to meet Eri-chan. By the way, Midoriya-chan, please call me Tsu."
"Then call me Izumi, Tsu-san. It feels weird to call you by your name and that you call me by my surname."
"Ok, Izumi-chan."
With that settled down, the three girls looked again at the school´s entrance, completely surrounded by the reporters.
Tsu saw the frightened look on Eri´s face and the concern on Izumi´s. It didn't take her too long to figure out the problem.
"Izumi-chan," she whispered to her fellow greenete. "Is Eri-chan scared of the press?" Izumi nodded solemnly. "Eri has a rough past; she has come a long way since she came with us, but certain situations still trigger her. All that shouting is too much for her." She gave a side hug to her little sister.
Lying about Eri´s past was stupid. Anyone who interacted with the girl could see that she was too shy and curious about the world around her. She still tended to flinch whenever young black-haired men came close to her, and she had a deep, integrated fear of needles and scalpels. Recovery Girl was the only doctor she allowed to examine her, and either Izumi, one of her Pokemon, or their mother had to be with her. At least Recovery Girl didn't have to sedate her anymore.
Tsu tapped her lips with her finger, a pensive look on her face.
"I could lure them away while you two enter quickly," she proposed. "Really? You would do that?" Tsu nodded. "The press most likely won´t leave until they are satisfied. They are crowding all the students that try to enter, even if they have no idea which students are from the Hero Course and which aren't."
Izumi saw that Tsu was right; whenever someone tried to enter the gate, the reporters would swarm them and not let them pass. She could make out Iida answering a group of them and Bakugou mouthing off next to Kirishima and Ashido.
"Ok. Eri, we are going to play Fast Kangaskhan." Eri´s eyes lit up at that old strategy that Izumi had created while the two avoided the Shie Hassakai. During that time, Izumi created a few strategies and named them after Pokemon in order to confuse their pursuers. Fast Kangashkan was simply Izumi carrying Eri in her arms and running at top speed.
Tsu walked forward and let herself be crowded by a group of reporters. She made sure to keep the attention on herself. Like she had thought, the reporters only asked about All Might. Everything from how he was as a teacher to whether he was dating someone. Why would they think that a pro hero would talk about his personal life with his new students was a complete mystery to her.
While Tsu distracted them, Izumi grabbed Eri in a koala hug and had her cover her face in her chest. Once her little sister was secure, she ran as fast as she could, right for the gates.
In a few seconds, they managed to cross the school entrance and successfully avoid the press.
A small giggle had her looking at her charge. Eri was giggling. Izumi couldn´t stop the wide smile on her face, even if she wanted to. Every time Eri acted like a little girl, she felt her heart burst with happiness.
"Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said behind her. Her homeroom teacher looked as tired and gloomy as ever.
"Aizawa-sensei!" Eri hopped down and hugged the older man. The sleep-deprived hero sighed and patted her head. At his side, Present Mic was chortling in laughter, tears flowing in mirth. Izumi had to bite her tongue to avoid laughing or cooing at the scene. Both options would end up with detention, surely. Or worse.
"Midoriya, remember to not use your quirk outside of hero classes." "I didn't sensei. I'm just fast." Aizawa nodded, one of his eyebrows lifted up at that tidbit.
"Go to class, you two," he waved the two off. Both girls nodded and walked to the building.
"Quit laughing, Mic, we still have to deal with these troublesome vultures." Mic wiped out his tears and followed his best friend.
While both heroes went to deal with the press and help their students actually enter the school grounds, and Eri bravely walked by herself to the classroom where she had her private lessons (with Mienfoo's pokeball safely tucked in her satsatchel), a figure stared at UA.
No one saw him.
No one wanted to see him.
The people on the street ignored him, like one would ignore the homeless or a dead animal on the street.
And the figure knew it. He used it. He took advantage of it.
The figure didn't give a glance at the hero worshiping scum that loitered the streets. He knew that if he did it, he wouldn't be able to control himself. The itchiness on his neck was already beginning to become unbearable.
He wasn't supposed to be there. Sensei said that the plan would start later. They had to stay low and not bring attention to themselves.
But he was bored. And he wanted to see him.
All Might.
The Symbol of Peace.
The symbol that he will destroy.
After seeing the stupid reporters trigger UA's security system, he gave one last dark glance at the building.
Soon.
Soon, they will learn the truth.
Soon.
On the third floor, the students of Class 1-A saw how the gates closed when one reporter tried to enter the school grounds.
"Man, UA really doesn't pull its punches, right?" Sero whistled, amazed.
"UA is the premier hero school in Japan. Only Shiketsu is considered its equal. Of course, they take the security of their students and faculty seriously."
"Aizawa-sensei looks really annoyed." "Can you blame him? It took forever to pass through that crowd."
There were grumbles of agreement between the students. None had enjoyed their first taste of the overwhelming beast that was the press.
"Fucking bastards. Making us waste our time," Bakugou was cursing while he entered the classroom. At his side, Ashido and Kirishima were bemused at the blonde´s behavior.
"It´s a good thing that the hero course is three years long. Can you guys imagine Bakugou answering questions to the paparazzi?" Sero laughed alongside Kaminari at that. They could easily picture in their heads Bakugou cursing at a reporter just for asking him some questions.
"Fuck off extras!"
"I wonder if three years will be enough time," Jirou said doubtfully.
"Shut it!"
Ochako giggled at the scene. She turned towards Izumi and saw that she was frowning.
"He changed a lot, huh?" Izumi whispered to herself.
"Izumi-chan?" Izumi blinked in confusion before she focused on Ochako. The greenete just smiled at the brunette.
"Sorry, were you saying something, Ochako-chan?" Ochako gave her a long look. Since they became friends, they have chatted and talked a lot with each other. Mostly, it was about their favorite heroes, hobbies, movies and books, a few childhood anecdotes, and things like that. After Izumi came clean about her five-year disappearance, she began to share some tidbits about her travels in the Regions. However, there was one thing that Izumi never talked about.
Her former friends in this world. From before she ended up in the Pokemon World.
Izumi only shared little stories of her childhood, mostly about her mom, some about her dad. She had shared more stories about Eri, and Eri had only been living with her for almost six months.
In the past few days, she has observed how both she and Bakugou would glance at each other when the other wasn't paying attention. It didn't feel like they liked each other; she had seen those looks in her previous school between some of her schoolmates. These ones were different. She wondered what type of connection they had.
"Just that if you had any problem with the press, Izumi-chan." Whatever her story with Bakugou was, it was up to her to share it when she was comfortable.
"Just a little. Tsu helped me; she distracted them so that I could pass quickly with Eri."
"Eri-chan doesn't like crowds?" "More like she gets overwhelmed if there is too much yelling and crowding."
Ochako grimaced in sympathy. Poor Eri.
When Aizawa reached his classroom, he was pleased to see that his students were sitting at their desks and waiting patiently for him.
They learned quickly to not waste time. Good.
Learning to manage time was a crucial skill to master. Not only for heroics but for life itself.
If it weren't for his time management, he would have died years ago just from sleep deprivation.
"Before we start, we need to take care of something important." Tension began to fill the classroom. What was Aizawa-sensei planning?
"You all need to decide who will be Class President and Vice President."
And the tension deflated.
"Class President? UA does that?" "I know it feels too normal." "After the last two days, I was expecting something more weird." Humms of agreement rang throughout the class.
"Just because this is the Hero Course, it doesn't mean that we won't have normal school activities. However, those positions aren't children's play. Class President and Vice President are the representatives of their classroom, their leaders, and their spokesmen. They are responsible for the behavior of their classmates; they have to coordinate with their fellow representatives and report to the principal and faculty whenever there is an emergency or a situation."
Their sensei´s words gave the entire class pause to think. He was right. This wasn't an easy job or a way to make themselves look cool. Many of them thought back to middle school, remembering how in their previous schools their class representatives had to work hard for every school ceremony, festival, and outing. How they had to keep their grades up alongside their club activities and personal hobbies.
Aizawa nodded when he saw the pensive looks on his students' faces. Good.
"You guys choose who you think should be Class President and Vice President. I´m going to take a nap. Wake me up when the decision is made." With that said, he zipped up his sleeping bag and began to softly snore.
"Soo," Kaminari tentatively began, "How do we do this?"
"Isn´t it obvious? We must vote for whoever we believe is the best choice for the charge," Iida answered.
"But we barely know each other," Jirou pointed out. "Wouldn´t that mean that most of us would just vote for whoever they befriended or for themselves?"
"That means that we have to look beyond friendship and popularity. We need to think deeply about who we think would be best suited for Class President." Izumi started, "This type of exercise is extremely common in the hero field. Whenever two or more heroes pair up, they have to quickly decide who will be in charge of the operation. The same is true when heroes and police officers work together. The ops that are successful are the ones where egos are put behind when it comes to making the right decisions."
"Midoriya-san is right." Yaoyorozu added, "This type of exercise will work best because we barely know each other. We will have to use our instincts and the few pieces of information we have glimpsed about each other to make a final decision."
"I say we take a vote. Everybody will write the name of whoever they believe should be Class President. The person with the most votes will be considered the most trusted person and, therefore, Class President. If there is a tie, then we will vote again only for those that are tied. The person with the second most votes will be Vice President. If there is a tie for second place, then we'll vote again between the tied."
"Wait, I want to add one last thing." Iida nodded at Izumi. "If, for some reason, anyone has two candidates in mind, then they should write them in the charge that they think will be best suited for them." Everybody nodded in agreement to Izumi, Iida, and Yaoyorozu´s plan.
"Very well. Sensei, we have decided how to vote for the positions of Class President and Vice President!" "Then do it and let me sleep." "Yes sensei!"
While the rest of her classmates carefully chose who to vote for, Izumi pondered her two choices. Neither of them herself. As if she were a good choice. Yes, she had experience as a leader, a virtue of her trainer career, but training powerful creatures to obey her commands and not follow their basic instincts was much easier than dealing with teenagers with superpowers. By large.
Besides, she had technically been homeschooled for the past five years. She had only vague ideas of what a class representative was supposed to do.
No, a better candidate would be someone who actually had been in school this whole time and who showed maturity and leadership traits. Like Yaoyomo and Iida.
Both were smart, responsible, and mature (at least when it came to teenagers, herself included); both had budding leader instincts and were capable of coming up with plans on their own. Yaomomo had kept her team working by herself during the Battle Trials, and Iida made a quick plan that worked well enough against Ochako.
From what she had briefly seen, Iida´s worst weakness was his rigidity. He was a good guy, honest, and loyal. But he tended to act too rash when a situation wasn't to his liking. Yaomomo didn't seem to be that way. She had handled Mineta´s perving with the utmost professionalism. Hell, she would have punted the pervy grape in his nuts just for ogling her that way.
Most of her classmates didn't seem to have those instincts yet. They seemed too green.
From the girls, only Jirou and Tsu gave off vibes of maturity and responsibility. Or maybe it was not caring. Their lackluster nature made them hard to read.
Ochako, Hagakure, and Ashi-Mina were all nice, kind, and funny. And completely green when it came to such a position.
The boys she didn't know really well.
Shoji and Tokoyami were too silent and warded. From what she had seen, Dark Shadow was the extrovert, while Tokoyami was an introvert.
Koda was really shy; he could barely speak to them.
Aoyama and Kaminari didn't exactly look like the responsible type. More like the party type.
Sero, Sato, and Ojiro seemed like good guys, but they too lacked the leadership skills necessary.
Kirishima was too exuberant.
Bakugou was... Bakugou.
Mineta. No. Just no.
Todoroki… She had no idea what the other boy was thinking. In the past three days, she has never seen him interact with anyone. Even Koda tried to communicate with Shoji and Tokoyami. And Bakugou was hanging out with Kirishima.
But Todoroki, Todoroki not only didn't talk to anyone; he never looked at them as if they were there. The way he looked at them, it was like they just didn't matter to him. Like they didn't exist until he chose that they existed.
Bakugou wasn't like that. Even as children, even with his massive ego, he always acknowledged that there were other people around him. Just that they were beneath him unless they were All Might.
After writing her vote, she passed it to Iida and waited for the counting.
She never expected the results.
"WHAT IN GIRATINA'S NAME!?" Izumi couldn't contain the shock she was feeling, even if she tried. How in the Distorsion World had she won?!
"Why did none of you damn extras vote for me?!"
"Your question answers itself, kero."
"I will explode you, Froggy!"
"Come on, guys! I would have made it so that the girls would have to wear shorter skirts!"
"Class President, Class Vice President, can you put Mineta in permanent detention?" "We agree with Jirou-san's petition." "The boys agree too."
"I guess the people have spoken. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu are Class President and Vice President by popular vote!" Iida proclaimed gloomly. All of them could see that he wanted the position.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!" Izumi shook her hands in the air. "I'm like, the worst possible option. This is the first week I have been in a classroom in almost six years. I have no idea what a Class President is supposed to do." She protested vehemently.
"But you have the one none of us do: real-life experience." "Uh?" "Midoriya-san, according to your stories, of all of us, you´re the only one who has experience leading others and making important decisions." Yaoyorozu said.
"There is a big difference between training Pokemon and being Class President," she protested.
"And they are?" asked Yaoyorozu with a smug grin.
"..." "..."
"It's not the same!" she pouted at her laughing classmates.
"Midoriya-chan." Hagakure interrupted her, "When we were on the Battle Trials, you didn't simply take charge right at the beginning; you asked for my opinion. You didn't brush me aside or treat me like I was deadweight." All of them could hear the happiness in Hagakure´s voice.
"Hagakure-san." She murmured. Izumi knew that the invisible girl was self-conscious about her quirk, about the fact that it wasn´t flashy or powerful like some of their classmates, and that she was the weakest in their class.
She hated it. Izumi didn't believe in weak quirks or useless quirks. She hated how current society is so obsessed with classifying people based on their quirks. How they normalized discrimination and segregation over something people couldn't control.
It was as if humans were either incapable or didn't want to learn from their past. Like they needed to always subjugate others and create enemies to push down.
She wasn't an idiot; she knew that that type of mentality wouldn´t be eliminated in one generation. It would take years, maybe decades, to stop quirk discrimination. It would be a long fight, but a worthy one. One she would fight for the rest of her life.
Izumi glanced at her classmates. Most of her classmates voted for her and Yaoyorozu because they trusted them and thought that they were the best choices for the post. They put their trust in them.
Just like her team did on her.
"Fine, but I will need your help, Yaoyorozu-san," she said, giving a pointed glance to the black-haired girl. Yaoyorozu nodded in agreement.
"Of course, I´m your Vice President after all."
"Very well, if all of you are done discussing it, then Midoriya Izumi is Class President and Yaoyorozu Momo is Vice President." Aizawa-sensei said from his sleeping bag. "Now, let's continue with class."
During the lunch break, Izumi went to look for Eri. Ochako chose to accompany her, while Iida went to save a table for them. It didn't take them long to find her. Eri was running straight for them, Mienfoo at her side. Her little sister, too, wanted to eat lunch with her and went looking for her as soon as the bell rang. Nezu-san taught her the layout of the school and a copy of Izumi´s schedule so that she could find her nee-chan easily.
Izumi grinned when Eri told her that. She was liking the principal more and more.
The lunchroom was packed with students, but since they were mostly talking to each other and not screaming or paying attention to her, Eri was able to ignore them. Like she did when Izumi-nee and Mama took her shopping or to the movies.
"Thanks for inviting me to your table, Midoriya-san." A black-haired girl said to her nee-chan.
"It's no problem, Yaoyorozu-san," nee-chan rubbed the back of her head. "I just thought that since we are going to be working together, we should probably get to know each other better. Professionally, I mean!" For some reason, both nee-chan and Yaoyorozu-san blushed.
"Yeah, right. Your right. It wouldn´t do well for our classmates if their representatives couldn´t get along." "Exactly! Yes." Both continued to eat without looking at each other, their faces still colored.
Eri shrugged. Grown-ups could be weird sometimes.
Yaoyorozu-san glanced at Eri. "So, Eri-chan. You´re taking classes with Aizawa-sensei?" "Hmm." Eri nodded while she swallowed a bit of her sandwich.
"Sensei is teaching me how to use my quirk safely."
"That's good." Eri was glad that Yaoyorozu-san didn´t ask her why she was taking classes with Aizawa-sensei. She smiled tentatively at the older girl. It felt nice to smile at other people.
"Ah! Midori! Yaomomo!" A pink-skinned girl shouted and waved at them. At her side were a floating girl´s uniform and Tsu-san.
"Ashido-san, Hagakure-san, Tsu-san." Nee-chan greeted them. The trio joined them at the table.
"I told you guys, call me Mina," replied the pink skinned girl. Eri remembered that she had smiled at her previously.
"Hi there, horn buddy, I'm Mina!" Eri was shocked at the other girl´s cheerful nature. Izumi-nee was smiling at her.
"Horn buddy?" "Yeah, because we both have horns. See?" Mina-san pointed at the horns on her forehead. Eri touched hers. For a long time, she saw her horn as a symbol of her curse, as something to loathe. Since meeting Nee-chan, Mama, and her senseis, she has learned that it is just a part of herself, not something bad or to be hated.
"Horn buddy." She mumbled aimlessly. Mina-san nodded, satisfied, and continued to eat and chat with Nee-chan and her friends.
Eri didn't pay much attention to what they talked about. She busied herself with her lunch and talked with both Mien-chan and Ty-chan, whom nee-chan released so he could keep her company during lunch.
She was just enjoying her meal when an alarm began to scream.
"LEVEL THREE OF SECURITY BREACHED. STUDENTS EVACUATE"
"Level three? Which one is that?" Hagakure-san asked afraid.
"It means that the school has been breached. We must leave quickly for the safety spots. Midoriya-san." "I know, everybody follow me or Yaoyorozu-san. Eri, don´t leave my side." Izumi-nee recalled both Mien-chan and Ty-chan and tucked Eri at her side.
Eri grasped her sister's skirt with all her strength. She was afraid. She was terrified. In her mind, she was imagining monsters like Overhaul and his yakuza breaking in and killing nee-chan, Mien-chan, Ty-chan, Mama, Aizawa-sensei, Kayama-sensei, and, and…
"Eri, Eri, ERI!" Nee-chan was kneeling in front of her, her hands gripping her shoulders.
"Eri, it's going to be okay. I´m not going to let anybody hurt you." Eri gave a shaky breath and nodded.
"Ok, everybody, lets-Ouch!" A wave of students rushed in and began to push against the group. Eri couldn't see her sister anywhere; bodies were surrounding her, they weren't letting her escape. She wanted Izumi-nee. She wanted her friends. She wanted her mama!
"MAMAAAA!" she cried out in desperation.
"METALLIC SOUND!" "RIOOOO" The crowd of students flinched and covered their ears at the sudden, horrible sound that rang over the cafeteria.
"ERII!" Nee-chan ran straight for her, shoving students aside, Lucario-chan growling at them. When she found her, she hugged her. Eri began to cry and bawl like a baby. She had been so scared.
"I have you, Eri. I´m here. I´m here." Izumi was enraged. At the idiots that rushed in without thought. At the stupid reporters that triggered UA´s security system. At herself for not protecting Eri. She was boiling in a pit of anger that was begging to be released.
"The hell is wrong with you, first year!" A male student shouted at her. . "We are in the middle of an attack, and you have your pet attack us! What are you? A spy?!" Lucario snarled in her defense. Izumi lifted a hand to stop her first partner. This idiot was hers.
She got up with Eri still cradled in her arms. She gave the boy who shouted at her a stern glare. The boy flinched at the rage in her eyes.
"In the case of a level three security breach, relocate calmly and quickly to a safety room. Avoid causing damage to your fellow students. That is in the manual that students are given in their first year." She spat out furiously at the upper years that led the crowd, like a herd of scared Tauros, so scared that they stomped on anything on their path. "Your behavior, senpais, nearly hurt not only my friends and fellow classmates but also my little sister!" The force of her yell had them flinch back and tremble in fear.
"W-w-we were just following what the intercommunicator said! There is someone attacking the school! We have to save ourselves!" Yells of agreement followed the idiot who tried to look brave.
"There is no attack." Iida stepped in. Next to him, her classmates followed him. Iida pointed at a window. "The only intruders are members of the press that somehow bypassed the barrier. If any of you would have just simply looked through the window instead of running off like headless chickens you would have realized it."
"Moreover, if this had been a real attack, then your actions would have led to dozens of injured." Yaoyorozu added in.
Some of the students looked shamefully at the ground, realizing that their behavior could have ended up with their friends getting hurt. Others, however, felt their pride take a blow.
"Easy for you to say! Right, the students of the Hero Course are obviously impervious to fear! Sorry for not reacting like the chosen ones of UA!"
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" Midnight cracked her whip into the air.
The heroine was fuming in rage. First, the barrier was somehow destroyed. Then, the press rushed in like the news-rushing idiots they were. Next, her students forgot all the emergency procedures they had learned during their entire education. And finally, Eri-chan, her sweet, little pupil that reminded her of a little kitten and that just triggered her motherly instincts, was nearly trampled and traumatized.
And now, those infractors, instead of accepting their chastising and learning from their mistakes, chose to lay the blame on their kouhais?
Like hell.
"I will make this clear. This is not a behavior befitting students at UA. No matter what Course they belong to, UA is the premier institution of learning in the West of Japan. Do you think that Shiketsu allows their students to behave in this undecorated way? They would kick their asses to the curb and blacklist them on the entire continent just for doing half of what happened here!"
"Everybody back to classes! If I hear any more complaints or badmouthing, then I will punish them myself!" With another sharp crack of her whip, the students obeyed her orders.
Only Class 1-A remained in the cafeteria. Their bodies surrounded Midoriya and Eri. Nemuri relaxed a little.
"Midoriya, take Eri-chan to Recovery Girl. I will write you a letter to go home early." The greenete nodded gratefully and turned to her classmates.
"Thanks for having my back, guys."
"It's no problem, Midoriya-san." "Of course we will stand with you, Izumi-chan." "You're our Class President after all."
Izumi bowed in gratitude and left with Eri still cuddling like a baby koala.
"Well, what are you waiting for? To class with the lot of you!"
With that said, the remaining members of Class 1-A returned to their classroom. Most of them were concerned about Izumi and Eri. Some showed it openly, while others tried to look aloof.
What no one knew was that the next day, the students of Class 1-A would face their first taste of real fear.
Their first taste of evil.
Special Omake
In the vast enormity of the multiverse, a beloved man was laid to rest. He had created a world beyond wonders, gave greate joy to generations and opened the doors to incountable worlds.
It wasn´t just humans that paid their respects in front of the man´s grave. His creations too. Not just those that he gave life to. But the creations of those he inspired. And of the ones that were inspired by them.
A tree of inspiration so to speak. All the branches connected, wanting to pay respect to a great mind that continued to work to his final day.
Rest in peace Toriyama Akira sensei.
To me, he was the man that opened the doors of anime to the rest of the world.
He was the man that made it so that billions could feel joy and hope.
If there is a heaven or something similar, then I truly hope he is enjoying it.