Midoriya Izuku fought a yawn as he meddled with his bangs. They had grown longer over the past few days, nearly breaching the view from his right eye. Though, he couldn't worry about that as he hopped on one leg, trying to pull his shoe onto his foot. A slip that almost spelled his painful downfall, but the wall became a makeshift crutch. "Ugh, I can't believe I overslept…!" Such an act was a chaotic endeavor that the young teen rarely encountered, so panic quickly became the set mood of the morning. Luckily, with his shoes on, he only needed to put his hat on and strap on his bookbag. "Or was it a cap…? What's the difference…?" He wasn't really sure. Luckily, this confusion did not impede his process out the door and onwards.

Though, Kaminari did, as his mere presence caused enough shock to freeze the Quirkless stiff. Kaminari stood before the swing door, a mid-step down the path towards the far staircase. He wore the Shiketsu uniform—hat/cap and all. Surprise painted his face, before a sense of recognition, then shock, and then, a smile. "Woah!" He laughed, "Midori!? Dude!" He shook his head, "I can't believe it! Who knew we were neighbors this whole time?" He chuckled, adjusting the bag on his shoulder, "Small world…"

Small indeed, "H-Hey, Kaminari?" He tried to blink the utter confusion from his face, "I… I didn't know we were neighbors." And to be fair, he didn't even know he had a neighbor. "Or does that make it worse…?"

"How did we never run into each other?" questioned the taller of the two.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck as they both walked down the path towards the staircase, "W-Well, I usually wake up long before now."

"Huh? Why? School's like ten minutes away."

"I… I just like getting there early, I guess."

"And I usually head straight to work after school. Huh…" Kaminari tilted his head, "Wait, you like heading there early, really?"

"Y-Yeah?" His mind commented, "Why is that so confusing…?"

"I mean… what do you do?"

"I sit… at my desk."

A blink, "Just that?" As they turned down the sidewalk, a question followed, "I mean, you don't meet up with anybody? Or anything like that?"

Izuku's eyes narrowed for a brief moment before shaking his head, "No, not really."

"Huh…" Kaminari shook his head, shrugging, "To each their own I guess, but… School is school, ya know?" He slumped his shoulders and dragged his feet, acting out a strange voice, "Always seems to drag on." Izuku just stared at the blond. The noise of a woosh, seemingly, whistled over his head. Kaminari straightened, coughing into his hand, "Well, uh…"

"Have you ever thought about getting piercings?" posed Kaminari, scratching his cheek and looking elsewhere.

"Piercings?" Izuku shook his head, "Uh… No, not really."

The blond smiled, "That's too bad… Uh…" He looked at Izuku for a moment before seeming to ponder, "Actually, you know what?" He tapped his chin with a digit, "You'd probably look good in the simple stuff. Like just a stud or something. Or maybe a ring if you're up for it."

Izuku meddled with a lock of his hair, "Y-You think so…?" His mind fired, "Is he joking…?"

The blond nodded, "Yeah. Punk is a great look. Especially in this area." He smirked, nudging the other with his elbow, "Probably make you stick out for the ladies." He crossed his arms, "You know, I always wanted to get my ears pierced, but I got so nervous when I finally got a chance to do it that I electrocuted the lady doing it." He chuckled, "Nicked my ear when she pulled away."

"Your Quirk?"

"Yeah." He jerked his thumb at himself, "Electrification." His head tilted, "What about you?"

Thoughtlessly, Izuku's hand gripped his bag's strap tighter, "I don't have one."

Kaminari's walk turned stiff, letting the Quirkless walk onward without him, "Eh?" He blinked before picking up his pace to catch up, "A-Ah, sorry. I was just-"

"What are you sorry about?" shot the receiver.

"Uh, um, n-nothing…" He rubbed the back of his neck, "S-So, um, what course are you in?"

"Support."

"Oh, do you get to make a lot of cool gear?"

"Yeah."

"Cool!" The blond's smile faltered, "Heh… Heh…" He blinked, "Do you, uh… know any girls?"

"Sure."

"Cool, cool…" Kaminari coughed, "Any… girlfriends?"

"No."

"Gotcha…" He turned away from his walking buddy, muttering to himself, "I really screwed this up… I'm sorry, God of Conversations…"

Izuku sighed internally before he looked over to the blond, "What's the Hero Course like?"

A spark of life was suddenly injected into Kaminari, "Oh! It's really cool! I'm surprised we don't have many Pro-Heroes as teachers. Like I heard they have a few planned to show up as guest-speakers or something, but you know, I…" He chuckled, shrugging, "Heh, I'm not sure what I expected. Of course, a bunch of Pros wouldn't give up their time to teach a bunch of teenagers."

"Probably not…" His mind added, "Shouldn't tell him about U.A…" He pushed the conversation, "Heard someone got expelled."

Kaminari frowned, "Oh, yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Mineta… He was a pretty cool dude, but he definitely went too far that time." He gave a sad smile, "But, hey, one's act; one's profit. Told the guy not to do it." He shook his head with a pondering look, "You know, it's like… something possessed him. Like he was loopy when they caught him, murmuring about how the girls appeared out of mid-air."

"What like a Quirk?" was asked with the tilt of a head.

The reply was in an exaggerated fashion with the waggling of his fingers, "Maybe an act of God~."

Izuku's brow rose, shooting an incredulous look in response.

The blond maintained a smirk in turn, "Still feel bad for what happened to him. I think he was a pretty good guy."

Izuku only hummed in acknowledgement, "Hm…" His mind wandered, "I don't know… Suppose it's cause I never actually met him… But I doubt that a bit…"

Kaminari scratched his cheek, "Hey…"

"Hm?"

"What's it, uh… What's it like…?"

Izuku's eyes met the blond's, waiting.

Kaminari coughed, "You know what? Uh… Nevermind."

"Okay…" With… whatever that was, they finally passed through the main gates of the school and exchanged goodbyes as they went their separate ways.

-X-

Izuku slid down the line with a tray holding a serving of pork cutlet. Without his mom in his life, the Saturday specials were his only real chance to enjoy his favorite meal. "God, that sounds like she's dead…" He shook the thought away as he stood before the register, paying for his meal. "How long has it been…? Nearing two weeks now, I think…?" He left the line, moving towards the rows of tables and finding a seat at the end. "That doesn't seem like a long time when I think about it…" He propped up his elbow, resting his cheek, "But… It still feels like a long time…"

He blinked when a set of bangs set into his view, "My hair's getting long… I should remember to schedule an appointment for it…"

He was shaken from his own thoughts when a familiar voice caught his attention, "Yo, Midori! I was wondering if we'd run into each other!" He blinked as a hand smacked his shoulder. An electric blond was the source of that hit; one who was in evident company. A purple-haired, tired-eyed teen that was probably a classmate of some sort just based on age and proximity. Izuku coughed as his gaze followed the pair, "K-Kaminari?"

"Hey, man!" laughed Kaminari as he and his classmate sat across from the Quirkless. "Yo, Shinso, this is my neighbor, Midori. You know the guy I was telling you about."

Shinso looked confused, "Uh, no…?"

"Huh?" Kaminari blinked in turn, "Yeah, I did…"

"Nope."

Kaminari pondered for a moment before snapping his fingers, "Oh! I think I was talking to Sero about it…" He tapped his chin, "Or maybe it was Ashido?"

Izuku blinked, interjecting, "Do you talk so much that you lose track to who you've talked to?"

"Yeah, meet Kaminari," joked Shinso before introducing himself, "Shinso Hitoshi."

Izuku shook the extended hand, "Midoriya Izuku."

Shinso shook his head with a light smirk on his face, "Sorry about this guy. He's a bit of a chatterbox."

"Hey!" exclaimed the offended blond.

"It's fine," replied Izuku.

Kaminari turned to the Support Course student, "Dude, that sounds like you're agreeing with him."

Shinso chuckled, "I think he is."

"Harsh," Kaminari dramatically laid a hand on his chest, "my feelings are hurt."

Shinso patted his classmate's shoulder, "Well, sorry bud, you got outvoted."

"Whatever," waved off Kaminari, rolling his eyes. "So, uh, details," Kaminari gestured to Shinso, "Hero Course," then to Izuku, "Support Course." The blond blinked, wrapping his arm around his classmate's shoulder, "Ah, speaking of Support items, got any ideas for my pal here. His Hero gear is pretty bare bones. I think he needs a fresh coat of paint, ya know?"

Izuku took a moment to register the question, sitting up a bit straighter, "You want a Support Item? U-Uh, um, I'd need to know the Quirk…"

Shinso quickly freed himself from the arm, "Wait, I'm fine."

"Brainwash," replied Kaminari.

"Kaminari," said the mentalist with a frown.

"Come on. He'll have something good!"

Izuku commented internally, "Where this confidence comes from, I have no idea…"

Shinso and Kaminari murmured and whispered at each other before Shinso sighed, "Yeah, Brainwashing is my Quirk."

"How's it work?"

A sense of dread seemed to infect Shinso's face, "Talking. I say something to you, and if you answer, you get hypnotized."

"Really?" Izuku let out a chuckle, "Wow, that sounds really useful for a Hero."

Shinso blinked, an obvious surprise on his face, "Thanks."

"What about my Quirk?" posed Kaminari.

"Your brain fries," returned Izuku.

"Okay, fair…"

Izuku leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin, "If I had needed to… I guess…" He murmured, "A voice changer?"

"A voice changer? That simple?" questioned Shinso.

The inventor nodded, "Your biggest weakness is your Quirk's loophole. A voice changer can give you the advantage; lure people into talking again. I know how your Quirk works, so all I need to do is keep my mouth shut and fight. No guarantee I can do it, but the possibility still puts you at a loss. A voice changer can let you retake that scenario. You just can't let people know you have a voice changer." He shrugged, "Request for it to look like a gas mask or a respirator and say it's for gas-Emitter Quirks. Third years will get it done fast, it'll work, and it'll be free. They'll also be more likely to keep the projects to themselves instead sharing any details about it."

Kaminari asked, "Can't we just submit the changes to our teacher?"

"Sure, it'll be professionally done, but from what I've heard that takes a while. You know because official companies have more hoops to jump through. Patents, copyright, and such. If a student produces an Item, Shiketsu automatically holds the copyright and gives it to the student once they graduate. Which is why third years are really opened to doing Item work, builds a good resume to have so many patents underneath their belt." His head teetered, "Not to mention, some students are so grateful to Shiketsu that they don't take certain patents which helps fund the school."

"Huh…" murmured Kaminari, chewing on his lunch.

Shinso slowly nodded, processing the information with a smile, "That item does sound like a great idea, and going through the third years… Yeah, that's great. Thanks, Midoriya."

Izuku gave the best bow he could from his position, "Well, uh, glad to be of service, I guess." From there, the conversation between the trio devolved from involved topics, shifting more into small talk about nothing in particular. Izuku nor Shinso were not that talkative, however. This left Kaminari to do most of the talking which he didn't completely mind so long as the flow of words was maintained.

-XXX-

The Support Course's workshop was alive with activity as the end of the day neared. With the first week passed, everyone was getting into their comfort zone. Most had gotten used to rarely wearing their uniforms—instead, using the jumpsuits meant for gym activity. Sparks flew, apologies cried, and metal creaked. A speaker in the corner of the room blasted someone's choice in music—occasionally shut off to cheer or jeer. All-in-all, if it weren't for the obvious safety hazard, the students would no doubt be plugged in with their own headphones.

Samuel Abraham slipped through the workshop's front doors with another one of his students. That student gave their thanks as they rushed back to their station. He came to roam amongst the work-floor with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. For you see, there was a student working at the soldering station with two others hovering over his shoulders. This student was shorter than most people his age; his skin was wood-like skin: Fujimori Atsushi. Fujimori seemed a reserved sort or rather… lack of backbone sort. Meaning, Fujimori was under the influences of those aforementioned two; specifically, he was directed to handle their electrical wiring.

One of the students' faces was decorated with orange freckles, matching the color of his hair and eyes, "Man, Fujimori, you're the best at this stuff! I always wind up just burning my fingers." Samuel remembered the student's surname to be Okuma, "Thank you again for nailing this for me."

"N-No problem…" Fujimori was working on a power cord, unconventionally connecting it to a strange box of sorts. The power cord was connected to a controllable outlet of power with its other end leading into the metal box. If memory served, it was a capture device of sorts meant to use an electrical 'force-field' to keep the prisoner within range via painful shocks. It was an interesting idea; however the student who designed it, doesn't seem interested in making it.

Uemura was her name, "Well, you can't hog him all to yourself." She had greenish skin, a beak on her face, and a shell pushing against the back of her top, "You have to help me out later, right?"

Fujimori smiled, "I will!"

"Thanks," cooed Uemura. "You know, I-" Her gaze shifted from Fujimori and Okuma, spotting the inquisitive gaze from their teacher. "Mr. Abraham!" she cried, stumbling into the soldering station. Her elbow collided with the work surface, snapping the outlet to life.

The exposed electric wire suddenly whipped to life. The recently done soldering snapped away as the wire swung and flew with energy coursing through it. The sparking snake grazed Fujimori with enough energy to cause him to turn stiff and stumble into a fall. Okuma rushed off and Uemura only screamed at the whipping cord. Samuel cursed internally, turning to search the nearby area. He spotted a pair of rubber gloves on a nearby workstation. He sped over to the cubicle, snatching up the pair and shoving his fingers into place. As his feet carried him to the soldering station, he lifted his head to spy a student already handling the situation.

A distinct spiky smile decorated their welding mask, marking them as one Midoriya Izuku. He snatched the cord out of the air; he held it still as he both ripped the cord from the outlet before turning off the outlet itself. He sighed, meddling with his curly green hair. He crouched at Fujimori's side, checking on where wiring met flesh, "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah… It was just… Surprising…" Fujimori stuttered out, "It-It made my heart really skip a beat." He shook his head, "I-It's my fault though… I should've taken better care of the station…"

"Not solely." Samuel sighed, "I stepped out for a moment and found that not only have you two passed your work onto Fujimori but you three are also doing very poorly in terms of safety precautions." He listed, looking between the three, "Meddling with a still powered system? Crowding the soldering station with said powered device. At least, Mr. Fujimori recalled his protective gear." With each point, Okuma's and Uemura's heads seemed to lower and lower.

Fujimori moved from Midoriya, stumbling to the duo's defense, "B-But, Mr. Abraham, it was my fault-"

Mr. Abraham held up a hand to pause the student, "We can settle on 'blame' at my desk." His gaze shifted from the pair to the distant solo, "Mr. Midoriya, if you would please take Mr. Fujimori to the Nurse's office."

"Okay," he replied, peeling off his welding mask.

"B-But, I'm fine," offered Fujimori. "My Quirk-"

"It still needs to be checked upon." Fujimori stood there for a moment, leaving Midoriya to wait. The student had turned to his teacher, opening, and closing his mouth. Samuel took a breath, speaking firmly, "We'll discuss things at a later time, Mr. Fujimori."

"Y-Yes, sir…" The student deflated, soon turning to follow Midoriya out of the workshop and undoubted to the Nurse's office.

Samuel shook his head as he walked towards the far end of the room, leading Okuma and Uemura. "Fujimori is a good student… Though, I worry about whether or not he'd survive in an actual work environment… Luckily, he has three years to grow out of it… Overall, I shall hold off on him until I am certain he is well…" A thought of the two over his shoulders, "Okuma and Uemura, both did quite well on their exams both entrance and safety, and yet here we are… They are fully capable, yet they ask for Fujimori to do their work…"

"Mr. Abraham, we were just asking for Fujimori to help us. We didn't think that was wrong," posed Okuma.

Samuel's mind countered, "Your body language speaks different volumes…" While he spoke, "Asking for help and learning from what is offered is different to asking for help and then sitting back to watch." He sighed, taking a seat behind his desk, "I overheard the conversation between you three. No questions as to how, but compliments and questions on if he can do more. That is worrisome." He teetered his head, "Look, I can understand why it is… tempting to allow someone willing to do the work. However, in a professional environment, this is not acceptable. You must do your own work. There is a fine line between asking for help and asking for someone else to do it for you. Ensure that you are firmly on one side."

"Mr. Fujimori has also been injured in this turn of events," admonished Samuel. "That cannot be forgotten. A minor injury, I believe, but that is for the nurse to decide." He took a breath, "Mr. Okuma, did you clear the station before allowing Fujimori to work on it?"

"N-No, sir…"

"Ms. Uemura, you were observing the work, did you suggest clearing the station for safety reasons?"

"N-No…"

Samuel frowned, "And the two of you seemed to be quite lacking in safety equipment. I presume another form of negligence?"

"Yes, sir…"

"This isn't good… These welding masks and goggles aren't mere accessories. They are meant to protect you." Samuel sifted through his desk, "Considering these lapses in judgement, I believe the best form of punishment beyond marking your grades would be a supplementary course in safety protocol." He brought out two copies of calendar spreadsheets, "Take these and read them over. These are the scheduled supplementary courses of all Shiketsu subjects." Another set of papers were brought out and pushed across the desk, "Attend ten lessons of the supplementary course and have the teacher sign off on these to prove it." Samuel finished sternly, "If you don't, all assignments following this one will have a lowered grade, increasingly so." He then brought out a folder, holding a myriad of students' files, "Also, this event will be taken into account with your grades on this assignment and any potential internship or recommendation applications going forward."

He took a pen into his hand, "That is all that is going to be said on this matter. If you have anything to say, it will have to wait until after class." He concluded, "Now, back to your assignments."

Both students responded dejectedly, "Yes, sir," before turning and making their way back to their stations.

"These kids are very capable… I'm certain that this will only prove to be a minor setback…" He spun the pen between his fingers, "Hopefully, at least…"

Samuel leaned back in his seat, "I suppose I'm just hoping for a repeat of Mr. Midoriya's case…" He gave a light smile to himself, "As soon as he was in front of a computer and designing his project, he sprung to life…!" He nodded to himself, "While he doesn't have much energy in terms of sociability, he's very focused on his project…" He blinked for a moment, "If I remember correctly, an update on his project stated…" His hands moved for his keyboard, sifting through his files, "Ah, he's in the testing phase, seeing what grip is best for his device…" He muttered, "Of course, he was on the 3-D printer…"

"Hm, since I sent him out, I should check on the printer," considered Samuel, getting back from his desk. "Hope he hasn't forgotten safety protocols…", he jabbed internally.

-XXX-

Fujimori Atsushi scratched at the bandage around his bicep. It wasn't much: a minor burn and a suggestion to come in if anything seemed off about his arm. So, he wasn't quite sure why Midoriya was still around. His classmate decided to stick around when he was being examined and is now walking him back to the workshop. Which would be totally fine if Midoriya said anything at all.

From what Atsushi knew about Midoriya, which was about nothing, he guessed Midoriya was just a reserved person. Though, there were some rumors going around about him. He seemed gloomy, seemingly avoided people, and was nearly completely quiet in every class. To the talkative and curious, he was a prime target. Wild stories were made up about him to fill whatever blank space existed. The range was from mundane to complete ridiculous. There were even some who guessed that he had some voice Quirk that was extremely dangerous, so he couldn't speak. Then he gave a long answer in Comprehension and that went out the window, disappointing a few. Atsushi just concluded that he just wasn't the type to talk unless he needed to. Which means he wasn't saying anything due to that or… Or maybe, he was the type to judge people in his head…

"Does… Does he think badly of me because of what happened…?" He scratched his cheek, "I mean I was working at that station… I should've seen the plug-in… It's at least 33% my fault…" His eyes widened, "But maybe it's all my fault… If I had paid more attention, I could've avoided this entire scenario…" He stumbled, "D-Does he think that…!? He could be thinking about how it's all my fault and about how much I'm inconveniencing him…! Maybe all of this silence is him just thinking of ways of getting back at me…! We're in the Support Course… So, he must have some crazy creative way of doing it…!"

Midoriya's voice cut through Atsushi's mind's wildfire, "Are… Are you okay…?"

"H-Huh?" muttered Atsushi, blinking back into reality.

Midoriya coughed, "You're, uh…" The light smile on his face seemed to be with a sense of familiarity, "You're muttering."

Atsushi stumbled, "I-I am!?" He quickly bowed, multiple times, "Oh, god! I'm so sorry!"

A blink before a hand pointed to himself, and with a flat look on his face, "You… You were talking about me?"

Atsushi stumbled, "I-I, u-uh… U-um…" The wood-skinned student suddenly sped off down the hall, crying out, "I gotta get back to the workshop, bye!"

His quick departure left him unable to hear Midoriya's own muttering, "Was that what I was like…?"

-\ XXX /-

AN: Howdy! Chapter 3 is up within Update Window! Woo!

Okay, so we have another day in the life of chapter. Following a small time jump of a few days from the previous chapter. Izuku and Kaminari are the main aspect of the beginning with them being joined by Shinso towards the mid-point, before we end with an overall look over the Support Course class.

Izuku and Kaminari both live in the same student apartment complex, and are neighbors. How did they never notice each other? As said, they just passed each other. Schedules never aligned. Now, I don't think there needs to be any discussion for characterization for these two. I think they're established or shown enough for their to be less words about it.

Shinso does require some words. Why is Shinso so much more sociable? He's in Shiketsu's Hero Course and is in the presence of very energetic people who will yank him out of his stoic-ness kicking and screaming. Shinso being in the Hero Course is based off, simply, Camie being in the Hero Course. Unlike Mirio or Nejire or Tamaki, she doesn't have at offensive Quirk in the slightest, but she's in the Hero Course. Which means Shiketsu has an Entrance Exam that allows for such Quirks in the Hero Course.

There's also some wordy stuff about Support Items and some made up stuff on my part about patents and copyright. To sort of explain why Support students are allowed to work on Hero Course student's costumes and gear.

Then we have Okuma, Uemura, and Fujimori. Three OCs. Okuma and Uemura serve the moral of the Support Workshop while Fujimori serves a more meta role. And I don't think I need to analyze it further. Because what is important about it overall is the role Izuku plays in it. Aka, not a very important one. He's just a student. Abraham sees his potential, but otherwise, he's just some guy in the Support Course. He is not the focal point. He is not a part of the moral of the day. He's an extra who gives an excuse for certain characters to exit the stage.

And, that is all for this chapter, I believe.

We're still establishing things, but soon, we will go beyond that.

For now, thank you for reading! Please give me your thoughts and I hope you stick around for the next one.

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