Midoriya Izuku stared at the tiled floor, sitting on a metal-framed bed. His vision could finally focus; his stomach could finally stop churning. An aching head was all that's left and a crooked neck, of course. He opened his hand, looking at the pair of pills. "Here," said the Doctor, offering a glass of water. A quiet 'Thanks,' was given before he downed the medicine. "You're pretty lucky you know," she said, putting a hand on her hip. "A Quirk like that, a kick like that, and that very normal neck of yours is not the greatest combination." She shrugged, "Obviously." She tucked her clipboard underneath her arm, leaning against the drawer.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Just lucky, I guess…"

"Hm…" She pushed off the stand, taking hold of her clipboard, "I do want you to come back over the next few days – just to make sure your healing alright."

"Okay."

Her brow cocked for a moment before slowly nodding, "You should be more careful around the S.C. workshop. And find someone to walk with during your commute to school." She lifted her wrist, peeking at her watch and murmuring, "I should go tell the Principal that you're up and running." She tucked her hand into her lab-coat's pocket, "Anything happens, I want to know about it, okay?"

Izuku nodded, "I understand, I will."

"You're being suspiciously cooperative," she noted, narrowing her eyes.

"Do you deal with a lot of uncooperative students?"

She tilted her head, "Ah, nice subject change. You're gonna be a real heartbreaker one day."

Izuku shook as a soft laugh rolled from his tongue.

She blinked, "Eh, cute…"

"E-Eh?" stuttered out Izuku.

"You're a young man, you got your whole life ahead of you." She held her fist forward as she made her way towards the door, "It's best to live it with a smile facing forward."

Izuku blinked, scratching his cheek, "Aren't you young too, Dr. Yaritezawa?"

"E-Eh?" she stumbled back for a moment. Her eyes then narrowed as she backed towards the door, "Ha, very clever. I got my eye on you."

His face contorted as the door slid open and shut, "Eh?"

A curtain was drawn away from a bedside, revealing one Kaminari Denki, "Dude, I can't believe you flirted with Dr. Yaritezawa."

"F-Flirted? How?"

Kaminari framed his chin with his index and thumb, "You're a heartbreaker. You should smile more, cutie. You're too young to look so gloomy." His brow waggled, "Aren't you young too?"

"I'm pretty sure that 'heartbreaker' comment was sarcastic," coughed Izuku.

"She called you cute," he offered.

Izuku shook his head, "People say the same thing about dogs."

"Oh… geez, alright…"

A chuckle escaped his lip before scratching at his nose, "How're you holding up?"

"Honestly, pretty chill," said Kaminari, laying back. "Don't know who's gonna show up though."

"Your parents?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, probably my… Mom? Eh, I'm not really sure."

"Hm." Izuku raised his brow, "You know I meant your injuries, right?"

Kaminari turned his head, "Dude, I barely got any. That springboard dude hurt himself more than me. Slammed his whole head through a window – think he wasn't expecting me to tackle him."

"Everyone else got pulled into the Principal's office, right?"

"Teachers', we're all waiting for our parents to show."

He pushed himself onto his feet, "Then we shouldn't keep them waiting…"

"Eh, what about Dr. Yaritezawa?"

Izuku took a breath, "My Mom heard that I got hurt from either a paramedic or a police officer. That was an hour ago and she would be in the middle of her shift. Meaning she had to go through her boss to get out. She doesn't live in the city so she'll either be speeding on the highway or panicking on the train. If she gets there and I'm not… she'll be even more worried than she already is, and she doesn't need that." He made his way towards the door, "So, you wanna come?"

Kaminari kicked off his blanket, "Well, yeah, I don't wanna sit in this room alone."

"Could take a nap?" offered Izuku.

"And mess up my beauty sleep? Not on your life," said Kaminari.

"Beauty?"

"Oi – thought I was talking to Midori, not Jirou." Kaminari slid the door shut behind them as they walked the hall.

Izuku lowered his gaze to the floor as he rubbed his arm, "Hey, uh… Kaminari?"

"Yeah?"

He raised his gaze, leveling it, "Thanks… for saving me – you really didn't have to, but you did." He focused onward, "It means a lot to me."

"No problem, Midoriya." Kaminari nudged Izuku with his shoulder, "I mean what're friends for?"

"What're you two doing?" asked Dr. Yaritezawa, walking the opposite way of the pair.

"Going to the Teachers' Office," replied Izuku.

Her eyes narrowed, "Suddenly, uncooperative. What did you just hit your rebellious phase?"

Izuku thought for a moment, "Yes."

"Hmm…", she frowned, raising her chin. She lowered her head, leveling her gaze, "Just don't miss any of your appointments, kid."

"Of course," he nodded.

Kaminari stepped forward, saluting, "I'll make sure he gets there, Dr. Yaritezawa."

Dr. Yaritezawa nodded, walking past the pair, "Good, drag him if you have to."

"Yes, ma'am."

She stopped in a heartbeat, spinning on her heel, "Oi, don't call me that."

He flinched, "Ah, sorry, Dr. Yaritezawa!"

"Better."

Izuku walked further before gripping the sliding door and pulling into the office.

"Are you guys okay?" asked Shinso. He alongside Jirou and Ashido sat on chairs beside the teachers' desks.

"Yeah, they pulled us for one last examination. We should be good," answered Kaminari.

Jirou sighed, "That's good."

Izuku looked to Ashido. She was rubbing her arms, crossing her fingers, and rocking back and forth in her seat. Though, the gestures were restrained to be as minimal as possible. "You okay?" he asked as he seated himself beside her.

She forced a smile, "Heh, yeah, why?"

He looked forward for a moment, "Hmm…" He then turned to her, expression softening while a smile rose, "Everything's going to be okay."

Ashido nodded, "Y-Yeah…" Once more, more vehemently, "Yeah." She took a deep breath, "Thanks, Midoriya."

They froze when they heard a rushed, hushed voice, "Do you know what happened? Is he okay?"

"He's okay. The paramedics and our own doctor cleared him. I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you."

Mr. Haimawari pulled open the door, giving way to one Midoriya Inko. "Izuku!" she cried.

Izuku stood, "Mom, hey-"

"Oh my god, are you okay?", she cried, rushing to him with tears pouring from her eyes.

He smiled, "I am."

"You broke a boy's nose?!"

"I… did," he winced.

She shook her head, "Oh my…" Her palm caressed his cheek, "How's your head? How're you feeling?"

"Better – just sore."

Inko let out a breath, shaking her head, "I nearly fainted when I heard…"

Izuku lowered his head, frowning, "I'm sorry… I… I'm sorry."

She shook her head vehemently, meeting his eyes, "No, no… You defended yourself."

Kaminari pumped his fist, "Yeah! Those guys were picking the fight!"

"Yeah, yeah!" cried Ashido.

Inko blinked, "Eh?" Her gaze snapped to the group, "Ah! Are these your friends!? I didn't even introduce myself!" Her face flushed as her hands framed her face.

The group seemed to smile in response before Izuku coughed, lifting his hand, "Shinso Hitoshi, Jirou Kyoka, Ashido Mina, and Kaminari Denki, I'd like to introduce you to my mom, Midoriya Inko."

"H-Hi, Ms. Midoriya…" was said from the array of people.

"You defended my son." She bowed deeply, "Thank you so much!" Her hands stepped forward, taking up their hands and shaking them, "It's so nice to meet you all." She stopped at Jirou and Ashido, "Oh, you two are so beautiful." She commented on the latter, "You have such wonderful eyes."

Ashido blushed, "T-Thank you…"

Inko turned to her son, "Oh, I'm so happy you made so many friends!" She wrapped her arms around him before stepping away, "And look at you, I was so worried you wouldn't be eating right." She looked him up and down, "You're so wide now." Her eyes widened, "Ah, in a good way!"

Kaminari smirked, "Midori is pretty wide…"

"Oh, please don't."

"Midoriya is wide," concurred Shinso.

"What is happening?"

Jirou framed her chin, commenting, "Midoriya looks like broccoli."

"I don't even understand the joke here."

Ashido pumped her fist, "Wide broccoli boy!"

"Yay!", they cried.

Izuku sighed, "And here I thought I was the one that got hit on the head."

Inko slipped towards her son, whispering, "What just happened?"

"My friends are being silly," he answered.

Kaminari gasped dramatically, "He called us his friends!"

Izuku clapped his hands together, "Okay, that's enough."

The door slammed open, "Kyoka!"

The Midoriyas nearly leapt out of their skin, "AH!"

While the long-haired man's back slammed into the door's frame, screaming at the sight of them, "AAHH!" He wore a velvet dress shirt with a loose white necktie and dark pants with converse.

"Dad!?" cried Jirou as she stood.

"Dad?" was echoed by multiple voices.

Jirou's Dad smiled warmly, "You called me Dad?!"

She blushed, shaking her head while stepping over to her father, "Why're you coming in here screaming? I'm fine, I wasn't even one of the ones that got hurt."

"That's good," he nodded. He turned to the sitting students, "Are these your friends?"

Jirou nodded, "Yeah, this is-"

He twitched, turning to her, "Why're there so many boys?"

Kaminari pointed at Izuku, rocking back and forth in his chair, "Ah, he doesn't count-"

"If you say because I'm broccoli, I'm gonna kick your chair over."

Inko frowned, "Izuku."

Kaminari's cheeks puffed before a pop of air came, "Broccoli." Izuku lifted his foot, causing him to cower dramatically and crying, "AAAHHH!"

"Denki!" cried a man, rushing through the open door. He wore a sweater and jeans with simple shoes. His slicked-back hair was spiked with a single streak of gold through it; his jawline was marked with a faint stubble. His eyes were tired and baggy with a spark of life in its color of amber.

"D-Dad!?" called Kaminari before realizing he had rocked too far, tipping over and toppling. "AH!"

"Denki!"

Izuku reached over, offering his hand, "Are you okay?"

He took it, "Y-Yeah…" His eyes turned to his father, coming to his side, "I thought…"

The man gave a weak smile, "Your mom called… She got delayed."

Kaminari blinked, "She… called…? Heh…"

"I know," he chuckled. "Let's get you up," he gripped his son's shoulders. As the blond stood, his father turned to Izuku, extending his hand, "You're a friend of my son? I'm Kaminari Tadaaki."

Mr. Haimawari stepped into the doorway, "Both of you just rushed past me…"

Jirou's father muttered, "Ah, the buzzkill's still around."

"Eh?" caught Mr. Haimawari.

Jirou laughed awkwardly, elbowing her father in the gut, "Sorry about my old man."

"It was rather funny," giggled an entering parent. Her curly hair was pink; cut asymmetrically and styled with an undercut. Her eyes were sharp with her irises colored red. Lastly, her attire was formally casual.

"Mom!"

"Hi, Mina," she responded softly.

A last man stepped into view, yawning into his hand. "Everyone sure is energetic here…" His purple hair was pulled into a ponytail, contrasting with his darkly colored eyes. His white dress shirt was dirtied with stains of coffee while his tie practically hung from his collar.

His eyes focused on his son, "How ya doing, kid?"

"Just surprised you woke up," joked Shinso as he stood.

"Eh, they caught me on a binge," explained Katashi. He waggled his finger at his son, "Lucky, lucky."

"Sure…" replied Shinso with a shrug.

"Ah, everyone's arrived?" called one last voice. She had short, straight dark hair, contrasting with her blue eyes. Her attire consisted of a blouse, a dark cardigan, a long green skirt, and a pair of heeled work shoes.

Mr. Haimawari bowed, "Midoriya Inko, Jirou Kyotoku, Kaminari Tadaaki, Ashido Minako, and Shinso Katashi have arrived, Principal Ikoma."

She nodded, "Good, let's gather in my office." The pairs of family members shared looks before turning to follow the teachers to another room – simply down the hall.

"Thanks for coming, Mom," said Ashido.

She nodded, "Of course." She blinked, framing her chin, "Ah, Arata says hi, by the way. His father's watching him."

"Oh, that's good." She fidgeted, "How's Arata?"

Minako smiled, "He's doing well in school, but he misses his big sister."

Ashido nodded, "Well, I hope to visit sooner or later." She let out a chuckle, looking off to the side.

"Please everyone take a seat," offered Principal Ikoma. The students and parents did so. "Now, we are all here to talk about the scrap these five students found themselves in earlier today." She explained, "It was at a local eatery, nearby. To make it clear, none of your children's names will be made public – not by our hands as per our media embargo. Now, we can't stop reporters from investigating, but we can limit their reach."

"That's comforting," commented Katashi.

"Quite." She took a breath, "Now, this scrap did not involve other students from Shiketsu, but rather Isamu Academy. Apparently, these two had an interest in our visitation program and were in the neighborhood. Thusly, why they encountered Midoriya Izuku, a classmate of theirs from Aldera Junior High."

Izuku leaned back in his seat, muttering, "That's why they were here… Isamu… I don't know much about that school…"

Ikoma nodded, "The students will be addressed using their codenames, Spring-Trap and Goat-Man."

Jirou coughed into her hand, looking away.

"You okay, sweetie?" asked Kyotoku.

She straightened, contorting her face, "I'm fine – I'm fine."

Tadaaki raised his hand, "Um, why their codenames?"

"To protect their privacy." Once a nod of satisfaction was exchanged, she continued, holding up a file report, "This event was investigated by the police – I have a preliminary report right here. Statements were taken from each of the conscious students and staff members of the eatery. Backed by security footage and witness testimony, it is clear that Spring-Trap and Goat-Man," Jirou's lip twitched upward, "instigated the fight, dragging Mr. Izuku from his seat and holding him up by his collar."

"Why?" asked Kyotoku.

"Mr. Izuku, as a Quirkless individual, had earned his way into Shiketsu High School." She nodded, "And yes, that seems to be the sole reason. Without their statements, I cannot give anymore."

His face contorted, "They were jealous of the kid, so they picked a fight? That's ridiculous!"

"Very unbecoming of Hero Course students, yes."

"God, Hero Course, that just makes it worse…"

"Though, I must make it clear as they instigated the fight, Mr. Izuku was certainly the one who threw the first punch." Before anyone spoke, she held up her hand, "Allow me to continue." Once silence persisted, she continued, "A transcript was made of the even through recovered footage and testimony. Allow me to ensure to all of you that what was said by Goat-Man was highly inappropriate. Liable to be considered 'Fighting Words' under law, allowing us as a school to defend Mr. Izuku. Denying 'Assault' and possibly push towards 'Self-Defense'." She coughed, "I cannot share these words – I don't feel as if I have the right." She held out a sheet of paper, "Ms. Midoriya?"

"W-Wait-"

"Izuku." She took the sheet, reading it over, "I see…" She coughed into her hand, extending the paper back, "I'd prefer this not to be shared."

"Of course." She turned back to the group, "Now, in response to this clear insult towards his mother, Mr. Izuku headbutted Goat-Man and broke his nose."

Katashi whistled.

A light gasp escaped Minako's lips.

"Geez," murmured Tadaaki.

"Nice, kid," chuckled Kyotoku. In response to the looks from the other parents, he shrugged, "Hey, when someone insults someone you love, you gotta do something about it. One way or another."

"When Goat-Man fell, Spring-Trap struck Mr. Izuku on the side of his head. His injuries were luckily minor: a minor concussion and lesser whiplash." She turned to Inko, "Dr. Yaritezawa assures me that his symptoms will subside over the course of two weeks at most. He should see improvement by the end of one."

Inko gripped her son's arm, sharing a look with him.

"That is when your children get involved," she clarified. "Mr. Denki wrestled with Spring-Trap while Mr. Hitoshi confronted Goat-Man. Spring-Trap seemed to have panicked in response to Mr. Denki. He attempted to leap away, but instead with Mr. Denki attached to his abdomen, he crashed through a window. He's received multiple stitches and is now resting in the hospital. Mr. Denki is lucky that Spring-Trap bore the brunt of the impact - a minor cut here and there. In their confrontation, Goat-Man punched Mr. Hitoshi, very close to receiving a broken nose. In response, Mr. Hitoshi then utilized his Quirk: Brainwash to subdue Goat-Man."

"Hitoshi."

"I-"

"He had to, Mr. Shinso. Goat-Man's Quirk makes him considerable in strength and dexterity. The paramedic's made it clear that Mr. Hitoshi was lucky; he could've sustained very similar injuries to Mr. Izuku. Utilizing his Quirk protected the people around him and himself without it."

"Right – of course, you're right…"

"Ms. Mina had also used her Quirk to protect Mr. Izuku from his fall."

"Well done, Mina."

"T-Thanks, Mom…"

"Mr. Izuku, Denki, and Hitoshi were treated at the scene and to my knowledge, are quite well and healthy. While Ms. Mina and Kyoka did not sustain any injuries." Her focus shifted, "Now, Ms. Midoriya, Mr. Izuku, would you like to press charges against these two? There is a case to be made and damages you can pursue."

Izuku turned to mom and their gazes locked. It was a sudden question – something neither of them had considered. Expressions switched and a silent conversation exchanged: a raised brow, a frown, the slight shake of the head. Inko took a deep breath before slowly nodding, "No."

There was an array of, "Eh?" from both students and parents.

Inko nodded in tandem with Izuku, "Let Isamu and Shiketsu punish them. We just want this to be over with."

Principal Ikoma smiled, "Understood." She stated, "They will be denied access to our visitation program, any applications made by them will be denied, and they will be barred from entry of the area – both school grounds and the city around us." She added, "I am certain Isamu will suspend the pair – perhaps expulsion." She coughed, "Now, with that completed, Midoriyas, Kaminaris, and Jirous you may leave. I must speak with the others further."

"What?" was shared by Kaminari, Jirou, and all of their parents.

While Izuku questioned, "Why?"

Principal Ikoma frowned, taking a deep breath, "Ms. Mina and Mr. Hitoshi utilized their Quirks without express permission from a competent adult to do so. No matter the scope this is seen as a Criminal Act – breaking of the law."

Izuku nearly stood, "But-"

"Mr. Izuku…" she interrupted. She met his eyes, giving a warm smile, "Your friends are not in danger – a point simply needs to be made." She then lifted her hand, gesturing towards the door, "You may go."

Kaminari said, "We'll wait for you guys."

"Yeah," concurred Jirou.

"We'll just be outside," finished Izuku as they all exited.

-XXX-

Shinso Hitoshi took a deep breath after the door swung shut. His focus shifted to the Principal as she let out a breath of her own, "Now, I want to make it clear that I'm not punishing you two for what you did. You did a good thing – in another time, I'd be congratulating you two." She shook her head, "However, we can't ignore the law or subvert it when it is convenient or even necessary." She looked between Hitoshi and Ashido, "You are first offenders, you are students of a Hero Course, and you are my students… These are mitigating factors…"

"So, criminally, our kids can't be attacked?" asked Katashi.

Principal Ikoma nodded, "If anyone has any critiques, Shiketsu will bear the brunt."

"Good…" He coughed, "What about those kids?"

She shook her head, "I doubt they could do any harm."

"I hope that could be considered a guarantee," said Minako.

"This time…" she replied. Parents and students alike flinched, "As I said, this is a first offense. Another will not be treated so lightly – especially if the circumstances are different."

"So?"

"Shinso Hitoshi and Ashido Mina may face suspension or possible expulsion."

"That-"

"Is how our policies work," finished Ikoma. "I do not make them and I am liable to follow them like every student and teacher here." "No matter my opinion on the matter nor yours – this will be the future." Her gaze drifted to Hitoshi and Ashido, "I don't say this to discourage you two from protecting or saving lives. I say this so that you two may save yourselves. A Hero can't help anyone if they can't help themselves. No point in ruining your lives and careers – find someone to give you permission. Any competent adult can give you permission, but it is best and more accepted to find someone with authority – a member of police or a Hero. Do you understand?"

"I… think so," said Hitoshi.

Ashido slowly nodded, "Yeah…"

Ikoma smiled, "Good." She then asked, "Mr. Shinso, Mrs. Ashido, do you have any further questions?"

"Can I place charges?" questioned Katashi.

Hitoshi turned, "Dad-"

"Yes," answered Ikoma.

Katashi met his son's gaze. He bit the inside of his cheek, fidgeting for a moment, before sighing, "Fine, I won't."

"I do not," stated Minako.

Ikoma took a deep breath before smiling and standing, "Well, then thank you for your time." She offered her hand, "Allow me to assure you both that actions will be taken to protect your children and all other students."

"I expect so," responded Minako, taking the gesture.

"Yeah," muttered Katashi, returning it as well.

Ikoma nodded, "Mr. Hitoshi, Ms. Mina, could you please guide your parents through the school?"

"Of course," replied Hitoshi.

Ashido nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Hitoshi stepped forward, pulling open the door. Both parents and Ashido followed him as they stepped out of the Principal's office. A turn and a stroll down the hall was down in silence. It was heavy on his shoulders and a glance told him that Ashido was caving too. It felt like there was T.V. static underneath his skin and the gaze from his father felt like an ice pick being driven into his shoulder. "I did the right thing, but… Fuck…"

His gaze refocused when he heard a scramble and hushed, rushed voices. Just before the group rounded the corner, Hitoshi spotted Midoriya smack Kaminari's shoulder, causing the blond to spin for a moment. Kaminari landed in a pose, facing the distance with his hands on the back of his head. Jirou leaned against the wall, meddling with one of her jacks. Lastly, Midoriya shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the other side of the hall.

They all paused and turned to the group, "Oh, hi…"

"I remember the way out, kid. Text me when you get to your apartment," sighed Katashi, rubbing the back of his neck.

Minako smiled, "I'll accompany Mr. Shinso out – you join your friends."

"Okay, Mom. T-Thanks for coming and uh, understanding."

"Gotcha, Dad… And uh, thanks for… heading over…" As the adults walked away, Hitoshi's and Ashido's gazes landed on their friends. A small smirk drew across his face, lowering his voice, "You guys suck…"

The trio flinched in response, "Ah…"

Ashido giggled into her hand, "Oh, it's cute that they tried."

"W-We were worried," grumbled Jirou, fighting the red on her face. "A-And they made me do it!"

"Oi, you were just as curious!" called out Kaminari.

Midoriya brought a finger to his lips, "Say it louder, please." He took a breath, "I'm just glad things worked out." He turned, "Are you guys feeling okay?"

"Honestly? Kinda shitty," sighed Hitoshi.

Ashido rubbed her arm, staring at the ground, "It's… pretty scary…"

Kaminari pumped his fist, "Well, next time we'll all use our Quirks – they can't expel all of us!"

"They could," whispered Jirou.

"Shush, I'm trying to uplift them."

Midoriya scratched his cheek, "Luckily, Principal Ikoma gave you a loophole."

"Yeah, any competent adult – just in case," echoed Hitoshi.

Ashido wondered, "Couldn't she get in trouble for that?"

"If someone says something," said Midoriya.

"If there was anything to say," offered Kaminari.

"What about your parents?" asked Jirou.

Ashido shook her head, "My mom… She'll probably be okay… I… I honestly don't know…"

"My parents have a pretty big rule about my Quirk…" He let out a chuckle, "Actually, I'm pretty lucky your mom was in the room. He might've really freaked out otherwise."

"Now that I can think about it, us meeting like that was kinda weird… You'd think we'd meet individually or something," said Kaminari.

"Did she do it on purpose?" murmured Midoriya.

"Hm?"

Midoriya shrugged, "What Shinso said, Ashido's mom was in the room so his dad didn't freak out."

Hitoshi posed, "She engineered a social situation so our parents would restrain themselves?"

"Maybe. Or you know, coincidence – or this was just the most convenient way," Midoriya clarified.

Ashido let a small smile grace her face, "I'd like to think that she's looking out for us."

A sudden growl disrupted the conversion, shifting it to one Jirou Kyoka – whose face was as red as a tomato. "I wasn't able to eat anything okay!? It's not that weird!"

Kaminari opened his mouth, "Weird for being that loud, though-", and was promptly stabbed with an earphone jack for the trouble. "AH!"

"Yeah… Actually, I'm pretty hungry…" muttered Hitoshi.

Ashido nodded, "Me too…"

Midoriya suggested, "Night chill's gonna roll in soon… Hot pot?"

"Ooh, hot pot…" echoed Ashido.

Kaminari blinked, "You're hungry, Midoriya? Didn't you already eat?"

Midoriya teetered his head, "Uh, I mean, when you think about it… Technically, I didn't eat at all."

"Who's paying?" asked Jirou.

"All of us, separately," stated Shinso.

"Aw, character development…" murmured Kaminari.

-\ XXX /-

AN: Hello! When will you learn - when will you learn... THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!

Anyway, dead memes aside, this chapter was once called Consequences, but it's such a dramatic, simple title that I wanted to pocket it for uncreative purposes about another chapter involving some form of consequence. When planning this chapter, I have to admit that the parents meeting and such wasn't in the cards. It was only going to be the first half, but as I wrote the longer it got. I did my best to always add in some new information when recapping what happened in the last chapter.

Ashido Minako, Kaminari Tadaaki, and Shinso Katashi are OCs, of course. I did my best to try and match what I could of the parental naming conventions. Specifically how named parents seem to have shared sounds with their children. (EX: Kyotoku + Mika = Kyoka) Minako, Tadaaki, Katashi were the best I could manage using baby name websites and with only vague knowledge of the Japanese language.

Lastly, Dr. Yaritezawa and Principal Ikoma are not OCs. Ikoma was the primary school teacher from the Supplemental Lessons Arc - reworked into a Principal position of a very prestigious school. Is she still 24? No idea, haven't decided. I also don't think anyone cares. Yaritezawa was a minor character from the My Hero Academia Spin-Off: Vigilantes, appearing in like a single chapter. There was also a Yandere stalker thing going on there too...

Beyond that, as I said, I won't breakdown my chapters anymore and instead I'll just go into the writing side of things - leave things at that.

Update Window: May 20th - 30th

Intended Due Date: May 20th - 25th

With that, thank you for reading and criticize away!