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Chapter 7
More Questions than Answers

If someone had told Izuku he would be feeling great after the entrance exam, it would be a lie.

A very blatant lie, and he would kindly correct them in their error.

A heavy groan escaped his lips as he brought his hand up to his forehead, fingers tangling into his green curls before huffing gently and fighting off his still throbbing head. Opening his eyes, his vision was filled with the beige-white colored ceiling he was somewhat familiar with. Turning his head to his right, he noticed he was currently lying on a medical stretcher. Turning his head back to look straight up, a sigh escaped his lips as he thought,

'Great, wound up in the medical room again… Recovery Girl is going to kill me.'

"You're lucky all you have is just a headache after the stunt you pulled, you nincompoop!" Recovery girl exclaimed loudly, causing Izuku to flinch and rub his still sore head. Before he could ask how she heard his thoughts, the short elderly woman huffed and walked over to the side of his bed, "You muttered it."

"Ah… o-oops… so what h-happened after I passed out? Are the others that were with me ok?" Izuku had begun to stammer out; Recovery Girl stared at him for a few moments before shaking her head and huffing once again.

"While thinking of others before yourself is heroic, you need to MAKE SURE YOU are ok first, young man." She hissed and poked her cane end into his chest a few hard times as if trying to drill it into him. He chuckled nervously before she climbed up the small step ladder beside his bed.

"As for your questions, the other applicants were fine. The blonde-haired boy was suffering from some mild indigestion. Still, your healing arts with your "gunbreaker kit" as you call it, are negligible at best… I will not fault you for using it initially on the boy in the alley, but keep in mind that it's the best use is to give someone a 'pick me up' so they can escape, not follow your idiocy into danger." Recovery Girl frowned at Izuku, who looked down to his lap and gently nodded.

"Y-yes, ma'am..."

"The other boy suffered no injuries, though he was winded a bit, but that was easily solved with some of my gummies."

"That's good."

"And as for the girl," she paused to watch his reaction, and she could see him starting to blush, which brought a smug smirk to her lips, "Your decision to use your 'Clemency' was indeed correct, though she did have some discomfort still when I was able to get to her, she assured me that is was because of the battle with the zero-pointer, but before that, she was "feelin' fine."" The elderly hero emphasized the verbiage with air quotes that gave Izuku a weak chuckle; she smiled at him for a moment before her lessening to a relaxed look, "As to what happened while you were knocked out, the dean had the cleanup crew gather the pieces of the rogue robot and is now with Power Loader to figure out what happened."

Izuku nodded gently, rubbing his chin in deep thought, and began to mutter up a storm, though this time Recovery Girl was not having it, smacking him lightly on the head with her cane to get to stop, "I'm not done yet you dummy... "

Rubbing his head, Izuku looked at her and softly spoke a 'Sorry' to the older woman.

"Now, as to what happened with you." she started climbing down the step ladder to go over to her desk, Izuku watching her from his bed, "With what Nezu had explained to me of your… powers is you unlocked one that uses that 'mana' within your body to fire willy-nilly at whatever you want, and to follow up with those fancy strikes of that rapier weapon."

"Y-yea… The feeling of sending off that 'jolt' and 'verthunder' felt kinda nice, to be honest." Izuku chuckled gently, rubbing the back of his head again, but then suddenly stopped when he saw the cold stare of Recovery Girl looking directly at him.

The silence in the room was heavy as she kept staring at him until she finally spoke again, turning her eyes away, "...Regardless, you passed out because you essentially "ran out" of mana. While your healing abilities also use up such a resource, the new skills you gained as that... red magician?" She looked back to Izuku, who now was thinking for a moment, before looking suddenly up.

"Red Mage, quick and easy to remember."

"Fine, the abilities you gained as a Red Mage eat up mana far more than the other two kits. So, as your physician-"

"B… but you're the school's leading medical personnel."

"AS your physician," Recovery girl interrupted, glaring at the boy who cowered and nodded rapidly, "Until the school year begins, you are not to do any training, not until we can get you here and I can keep you within eyesight, so you don't pull off something boneheaded again." Recovery Girl pointed her cane at him in a threatening manner, which caused the teenager to raise his hands in defense and nod rapidly in agreement.

"Also, you can wait to show your friends your new abilities when and if they get into this school as well; I do not want you to "manifest" at all, do I make myself clear?" The elderly hero frowned once again as Izuku slowly nodded. A few moments of silence passed before she turned around to go through her desk drawers, "Now, I've already called your mother while you were resting, and one of Nezu's drivers will take you home. Your belongings are already there waiting for you."

Izuku swung his legs off the side of the bed as he grunted out a 'yes' to her. He placed his sneakers on the ground and slowly pushed himself off the bed, adjusting himself to let the feeling of weight placed on his feet and legs return.

How long was he out for?

As his body was getting readjusted, another thought came across his mind, "Oh, Recovery Girl?"

"Hmm?"

"There was one ability I seemed to have learned with the new kit, something called 'Verraise,' didn't get a chance to look too deeply into-" *CRASH*

Izuku's head quickly turned to see Recovery Girl staring straight at him, but the look she was giving him was not of anger. No, the look was something akin to fear or disturbed before it shifted into something cold.

The medical equipment she had been carrying and dropped easily forgotten as she stormed over to him. He could feel the cold stare she was giving him bear deep into his soul as if he said something sacrilegious. She stopped a foot away from him, took a deep breath, and began to speak in a tone of voice similar to the look she was giving him.

"That spell is never to be used or mentioned unless Nezu or I are present and ONLY between the three of us. This is your only warning. Now, go home, Midoriya. Your mother sounded worried."

Midoriya didn't even say anything as he made a mad dash out of the infirmary, skidding out as he pushed past the door. After a few moments when she could tell that she was indeed by herself, Recovery Girl sighed gently, rubbing the bridge of her nose before heading back to her desk.

"...That's all we need now is for the boy to learn he can bring people back from the dead. I'll let the furball know about this later, but right now, I really need a slice of Archon Loaf."

The ride home from UA was quiet, which was the norm. Often, Izuku didn't mind it, especially as he was going over what just happened with Recovery Girl.

Whenever they would talk about his abilities, she would often seem aloof; even when he told her of his healing spells, she seemed to shrug and explained that while healing quirks were rare, a good bunch of them were quite flashy.

But the first tip-off that something wasn't right during the previous conversation was when he described the feeling of using the two spells as pleasurable. The look Recovery Girl gave him was something Izuku thought he would never feel coming off of her. It was the coldness that got to him mostly, but there was recognition in her stare as if she had heard of this previously. Perhaps Nezu had told her something that was not yet explained to him?

The second instance that he felt something was wrong was the mention of 'Verraise.' Recovery Girl's reaction was, again, totally out of character for her, but what she basically commanded him to do and how she said it threw him for a loop. Not once since they had first met did she ever call his abilities a "spell," and the way she spoke seemed like it was something dire. The real question was, how much more did she know, and how?

He knew Nezu would have given Recovery Girl some information regarding his 'blessing.' Hopefully, he tried to play it off as a very rare quirk. Because, in reality, who would believe that somewhere out in some divine realm, there existed a giant 'mother crystal' that blesses certain people to be able to combat some great evil. And said crystal deemed him, a worthless Deku, such a gift.

He still didn't know the reasons behind that, but trying to figure out what a "goddess" was thinking would be like figuring out what the Space Hero Thirteen looked like under their hero suit. Any more thoughts on the matter or Recovery Girl's sudden change of demeanor were halted when the car finally stopped.

With his school bag hanging over his shoulder, Izuku began to ascend up the stairs to the little apartment he and his mother shared. Soon, it would just be her considering the university had a dorm system he would be using for the next few years. He knew he was getting in as long as he tried hard enough, and even if he didn't quite make it, there was no doubt Nezu would pull something.

Pushing open the apartment door, he kicked off his red shoes lightly to the side and called out an 'I'm home.' The smell of Katsudon filling his nostrils brought a soft smile to his lips; it was rare for his mom to cook for him, given her usual working hours. But for the past week, she had been home during the daytime, and that allowed him a little more freedom to sleep in just a wee bit more.

As he headed into the living room to get to the kitchen/dining area, he spotted his mother sitting on the couch with a few boxes around her, one of which was opened. She was placing something wrapped in newspaper inside of it. He raised an eyebrow at this and walked closer to her, "Mom?"

Inko turned her head to look up at her son, her eyes wide. Izuku could see they were slightly red and puffy as if she had been crying for a while, "O-Oh Izuku sweety, welcome home!" She smiled brightly at him, wiping her eyes with her sleeve as if to hide any tears, "Dinner is ready and on the table… b-but, I need to speak with you about something important first, can you sit with me please?"

Izuku slowly nodded and sat beside his mother, who in turn had shifted around to look at him, her hands on her lap as she looked down for a few moments, "Sweety, I just want you to listen to what I need to say first and don't answer unless I ask you something, and don't interrupt... alright?" Inko asked in a soft tone of voice as she looked up to stare into the emerald eyes of her son, who was staring back into his mother's own similarly colored eyes. He idly nodded, which Inko nodded back and took a deep but relaxing breath.

"So, as you know, I've been home a lot more recently… and there is a reason for that. As of two weeks ago, I quit my job at the hospital." Inko began to speak, watched her son's reaction, and immediately started to see his mind asking a billion questions a minute.

"This was… not an easy decision, to be honest, I almost didn't quit my job, but the offer I got was JUST too good, Izuku! I mean… Yes, I did enjoy time working at the hospital, but you know how little it left me with a home life."

"It was rare to see you up before two p. days, I will admit…" Izuku smirked at his mother, who pouted at him.

"It's not nice to tease your mother, Izuku… anyway, this new job will be something exciting for me, and well…" Inko started to fidget a little now, looking away from her son as Izuku tilted his head, "The.. first part of the job is to be Recovery Girl's assistant, and from what Dean Nezu had explained, her possible successor? Though I d-don't know how that would work given my quirk isn't a healing one."

"Still a great nurse, the best one in my opinion," Izuku said with a smile as Inko looked to him, lightning smacking his chest with a huff.

"You're just biased because I'm your mother!"

"Maybe, maybe not," Izuku smirked at her again, which earned him another light smack, which caused him to chuckle. Inko then began to giggle herself, enjoying the little back and forth with her son, something they hadn't done in quite some time due to her old job and his training.

"So, while I'm ecstatic that you are going to be working at UA, I don't see how this ties into packing things into boxes."

Inko took a deep breath in, steeling herself for what came next; she didn't know how Izuku would take this next bit of information. Would he be happy? Would he be upset? Truthfully that's what worried her the most, and with an exhale, she answered her son's curiosity, "Well, the assistant job is part-time for now, just for the first couple of semester's… my main duties would be in making sure the new students don't trash the dorms they are in." Inko stood up and held her arms out in a weak attempt to be grandiose, "You're looking at Class 1-A's 'Dorm Mother'... Erm.. surprise!"

Izuku stared up at her, eyes wide in shock, before slowly standing up and kept his eyes on her. Inko was about to say something before she was engulfed in a tight hug. The shorter woman was shocked at first but then slowly returned the hug, and after a few moments, they broke off, and Izuku was the first to speak, "Mom, that sounds awesome! Plus, we get to spend more time with one another!"

"Of course, sweety… but don't be just focusing on your old mother now! You will have a ton of people to make friends with!"

"R-right…" Izuku chuckled nervously, earning a non-threatening glare from his mother before he cleared his throat, "S-so your room at the dorms... Will it be around the same size as our apartment?"

"Actually, it's going to be a little bigger! From what the dean said, they had to remodel the entire first years' dormitories due to some previous students having destroyed some of the dorms by accident with the previous Class 1-B, as well as something happening with Class 1-A, though Nezu didn't quite mention what though…"

"Huh, so when are you moving into the dorms?"

"Well, sweety… WE are moving in two days. We both know you are getting into UA.," she beamed at him as he blushed gently, "and even if somehow you fell through the cracks, Nezu would pull some strings."

"You know, I thought the exact same thing."

"Well, what do you expect? You HAD to get your smarts from somewhere… and bless your father, while you have his dashing looks, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed." Inko gave a soft sigh and a smile as she remembered her husband again, knowing that he would've been proud of their son. But now was not the time for reminiscing, as Inko started to walk towards the dining area, "Now, enough chit-chat! Our dinner is getting colder, and we have a LOT of packing to do!"

Izuku smirked at this and followed after her. She was right, of course; they had a lot of packing to do. As he began to dig into his still-warm Katsudon, his previous worries and thoughts seemed to fade away as he enjoyed the rest of his evening with his mother.

Izuku gazed up at UA's large building once again, taking in its sheer size in awe once again. It was now Friday, and his week had been hectic, what with moving into the dorms on Wednesday and the decoration/setup of his room as well as his mother's living space.

To say it was "slightly bigger" than their old apartment was an exaggeration. It was twice as large, and there was so much room still left over! It was made more for a small family dwelling than a single person abode. Still, Izuku knew it was perfect for his mother and something she deserved.

As he began to climb up the stairs and walk down the halls, his thoughts went to his friends, with whom he had minimal contact during the week because of how busy he was. He did respond to them as much as he could. Still, his attention was focused on other things; what he did learn though, is that Mina and Kyoka had passed the entrance exam and placed well within the top thirty-six. Mina was ranked fifteenth, and Kyoka was seventeenth.

He hadn't heard from the three other applicants that were with him, granted he was knocked out, and he wasn't left with any sort of contact info to reach them. However, he held in his belief that those three would make it in, especially given that when Izuku asked about the others, Nezu merely waved his little paw with a non-committal 'you shall see' as his only response.

Sometimes he hated that little rat, bear, dog thing.

Eventually, Izuku was standing before the massive door to Class 1-A, his nervousness starting to get the better of him once again as he stared at it with his hand holding the handle. While he knew that UA would be much different than his schools in the past, especially now with his 'quirk.' There was, however, still that small part of his mind where his darker thoughts stewed in, the elements that would remind him that he was still a 'pathetic Deku' and that it was sheer luck that he had been blessed. And on the worse days, he would question the decision made by the supposed crystalline being.

Why did she choose me?

Am I worthy of being chosen?

Thankfully, as if a reminder of some of the good in his life, Izuku was knocked out of his dark thoughts when he felt an arm wrapped around his shoulders, a hand over his eyes, and the sudden but familiar weight on his back followed by a gentle voice whispering a 'guess who?' into his ear.

Izuku blushed a deep red and shivered at the sensory overload, plus the feeling of the 'mystery' person's "assets" against his back was not helping. After a few moments of his brain restarting, Izuku spoke, or more accurately, squeaked out a reply, "M-M-Mina?"

"Oh Poo, and here I thought I could make you so flustered that you'd lock up and not be able to answer me!" Mina pouted as she let go and took a step back, giving the still blushing boy some space. Yet, her pout soon shifted into a smile at seeing his current state, "Well, I did turn you into a tomato, so mission accomplished!"

Izuku sputtered at that, hiding his face in his hands as he was trying to desperately calm himself down, "W-when was that an m-m-mission?!"

"I keep asking her that myself, but her only response is "Because it's fun!" and sorry about that, Green, I would have tried to stop her from sneaking up on you, but you were just staring at the door and looked like you needed the shock," spoke Kyoka coming up towards the two, but her answer mostly made Izuku sputter more before slouching and sighing, giving up defending himself.

Kyoka frowned and jabbed him in the side lightly with her jack, causing him to straighten up and wince, "Oi! what did I say about slouching?"

"S-sorry Kyoka…" replied Izuku, who was still blushing slightly. The purple-haired punk rocker sighed and moved past him, opening the door and walking into the classroom. Izuku watched her go in for a few moments before he felt two hands press against his shoulder blades. Turning his head, he looked to Mina, who was beaming her usual bubbly smile at him.

"C'mon Midori! Don't wanna be late on the first day, right?"

Izuku merely smiled at her and chuckled nervously before allowing himself to be pushed into the classroom. As he started to walk in on his own, he stopped a few feet from the door, allowing Mina to move past him, but giving him a wink and bumping his shoulder. He watched her waltz over to an area of desks where he noticed the familiar ponytail of Momo, who looked up from the book she had been reading when Mina made her presence known, by hugging the young heiress in glee.

Momo was giggling at her friend's antics, returning the hug. Her attention was then brought to the front of the class, where she spotted Izuku. She gave him a gentle smile and wave, which he returned gently with his blush still present on his cheeks and a nervous smile.

"AH! If it isn't, Monsieur Midoriya! I knew moi would see you once again!" an accented voice loudly proclaimed, which got the attention of some of the other students already in the classroom. Izuku turned his head to see the familiar blonde from the entrance exam.

"Aoyama! I-I see you made it in as well, Congrats!"

Yuga posed 'elegantly' as he stood before Izuku, some of the onlookers snickering at the dazzling display, "Oui! As if UA would deny our sparkling selves to become heroes! Especially after our dazzling performance against that nasty zero-pointer robot!"

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "I-I mean, yea, it did malfunction and would've gone after the other a-applicants when the alarm went off."

"Ah! But you, good monsieur, were the one to charge out with a brilliant sword and shield in hand and occupied the beast's attention. In contrast, moi, monsieur Iida, and mademoiselle Uraraka attempted to subdue it!"

Feeling all the eyes and attention of the classroom on him and the french boy now, Izuku rubbed the back of his head, "I-I … w-well we were only able to do it with teamwork."

"There is no reason to be humble, Midoriya!" Tenya came walking speedily into the classroom, his arm waving up and down robotically, "While I will not diminish myself or the others of their involvement! You truly acted like a hero, and how you destroyed it was also a most excellent display of power!"

Izuku blushed more. From the corner of his eye, he could see the frowned stares being given to him by Mina and Kyoka, who obviously hadn't heard about him taking out a zero-pointer, nor the look of general confusion present on Momo due to her being a recommendation student. His eyes focused back on the two boys in front of him, but before he could make a rebuttal of Tenya's claims, a soft, more feminine voice came from the doorway.

"Oh! It's Midoriya!"

The three boys looked towards the door and watched as Ochaco came rushing past the two others before standing right up to Izuku, who was blushing again from how close she was, "I knew you'd make it in! Especially with how awesome you blew off that robot's head! It was like 'woosh,' 'zap,' 'pow'!" The excitable brunette spoke with accompanying hand gestures that almost rivaled Yuga's own.

"Kero, Ocha-chan… you're too close to him and making him uncomfortable." a raspy voice came from behind her, and she stepped aside and pouted.

"But Tsu! I told you what he did and how awesome it was!"

"But getting in his face and causing him to turn into a tomato isn't helping matters, Kero." replied the now visible girl. Izuku blinked as he looked upon the green-haired girl before him. Her wide eyes and seemingly emotionless face were the more predominant features of her looks. Still, somehow Izuku could tell there was a curiosity in her eyes, especially when she was staring back at him with a tilt of her head, tongue sticking out slightly to the side. Was that a part of her quirk? What was more strange was the sense of warmth he felt throughout his body once again, but this time, the 'headache' that would typically accompany the blessing of Hydaelyn was significantly dulled and mute to a point he almost didn't feel it.

However, before anything else could happen or for the two greenettes to properly introduce themselves, the door to the classroom slammed shut, and the gravelly voice that spoke from the individual that looked like a disheveled homeless man with long black hair, a scruffy 'five o'clock' shadow and ragged looking scarves that hung around his shoulders, "If you're here to socialize, you can leave and stop wasting my time."

As he spoke, everyone got quiet and rushed quickly to any open desks in the classroom. The homeless looking man walked up to the teaching podium. He sighed heavily, "Twelve seconds to settle down, if you were out in the field, you'd already be dead."

His tired eyes looked over all of the students, squinting when he came across Midoriya, who flinched at the teacher's reaction, "I am Shouta Aizawa, and I am your homeroom teacher. Now," He reached into the podium and pulled out what looked like a gym uniform inside of a large plastic bag, "You will all grab one of these with your names on them and then head to Field Sigma for a Quirk assessment test. And no, we will not be going to orientation as it is a waste of time. You are here to hopefully be heroes, and attending such frivolous things will not help you in the long run."

He reached under again and pulled out the rest of the bagged uniforms and slammed them on the desk in front of him, startling the student currently occupied there, "You have fifteen minutes starting now to get to the changing rooms, get dressed, and meet me on the field. Now move."

Aizawa then left the room, heading to the field as the bewildered students snapped out of their shocked state and made their way to grab their gym uniforms. As Izuku was rummaging for his own and making sure he handed out the ones meant for his friends if he spotted them, he didn't notice two sets of eyes watching him.

The first was the heterochromatic eyes that belonged to one Shoto Todoroki, who had been idly listening to the dramatics of the blonde boy and brunette. From what he could gather, this 'Midoriya' would or could be an obstacle for him and someone to watch and learn about.

The other set of eyes belonged to one Katsuki Bakugo, who glared in pure hatred at the green-haired boy. He hadn't seen much of him since that day that the nerd was called to the principal's office back in Aldera, but since then, his "glorious" rise to be the number one hero had hit a few speed bumps.

One such bump in the road had him re-tested on most of his final year exams; he did as well as he did before, nearly acing them. But to have his intelligence questioned really pissed him off, and the excuses the staff at that shitty high school had given him was that there was "some irregularities" with his previous tests. What really pissed him off was that somehow "Deku" was involved in this.

He was the last one left in the classroom. As he got up and made his way to get his gym uniform, he snarled and made a personal promise that he would remind Deku exactly where he belongs.

At the bottom of his boot.