Two weeks earlier...

[League of Villains hideout]

A portal split open, and Tomura Shigaraki was thrown out, slamming onto the bar floor, skidding to a halt. His knee buckled, blood dripping across the floor.

"DAMN IT ALL!" Shigaraki roared, seething as the portal reshaped into Kurogiri, who stumbled, his body twitching from lingering electrical shocks.

"We got wiped. Complete failure. Player 2 annihilated my entire raid party," Shigaraki spat. "I underestimated his NPC army-they tore through most of the raid, and then he soloed the boss. We had to retreat, me and Kurogiri!"

A monitor across the room blinked to life, and a cold, authoritative voice came through. "Report, Tomura."

"We... lost, Sensei." Shigaraki's fingers clawed at his neck as his frustration peaked. "No, we were destroyed! Humiliated! Player 2 took us down with no effort!"

The voice on the monitor paused. "Player 2?"

Another voice crackled through, this one darker, laced with disbelief. "What? He defeated my Nomus? Nomus designed to be perfect?"

Shigaraki's eyes widened as he shouted back, "But we weren't prepared for him! Sensei, why didn't you tell me All Might had a successor? Why didn't you tell me he was... like you?"

A pause hung in the air. "All Might's successor?" The mentor's voice shifted, laced with interest. "Elaborate, Tomura."

"Player 2-he's like nothing I've ever seen! His strength matched, maybe even surpassed, All Might's! He took out my raid party faster than I could blink, and those flames..." Shigaraki's voice trembled.

"Flames?" The voice held a note of intrigue.

Shigaraki looked to Kurogiri, who nodded, his voice strained. "Yes, Sensei. He seemed to wield multiple abilities... as if he had the powers of several pro heroes. And the flames-unlike anything I've seen before. The heat alone... it was like standing inside a furnace."

Shigaraki's fists clenched. "He reduced my people to ash, ash! Sensei, were you right about All Might being weaker? Is that why he chose a successor? Was his test to capture me? Is that why he wasn't there? Did he know we were coming?!"

A thoughtful silence came from the monitor. Then, the voice spoke, intrigued. "Interesting... Tell me, what is this young man's name?"

Shigaraki's jaw tightened. "Izuku Midoriya."

Silence fell on the other end. Then, a shadowed figure chuckled, a twisted smile curving across his scarred face. "Midoriya...? Would you happen to be the son of Hisashi Midoriya?" His voice dripped with twisted delight. "So, All Might, you gave One For All to his son?" A cold, mirthless laugh filled the room.

[Hospital]

"Huh, he seems perfectly fine." Recovery Girl tilted the light to get a better look at his face, giving him a thorough once-over.

"The poison in your body appears to have been fully expelled," Nurse White added with a smile, glancing at Izuku's charts.

Izuku nodded. "Thank you, Principal White."

Nurse White tapped him lightly with her clipboard. "It's Nurse White, Midoriya."

"S-Sorry, force of habit," he said, smiling a little. Seeing him smile brought a wave of relief to everyone in the room as Izuku stretched his sore muscles.

"Everyone's been worried sick about you, and I'm sure they'll be relieved to see you soon," Recovery Girl said gently. "Physically, you're recovering well, and there are no remaining traces of the toxin. As your physician, however, I strongly recommend taking it easy for a few days. You'll be cleared to return to school within the day, but listen to your body."

Inko, who had been listening nearby, visibly flinched at the mention of him going back to school, but quickly composed herself. Izuku noticed her reaction, as did Recovery Girl.

"Well, I'll leave you two to talk," Recovery Girl said, nodding toward the door. "Come on, Ed, let's go."

"Huh? But-Woah!" He barely had a chance to object before Recovery Girl pulled him out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

A heavy silence hung in the air before Izuku finally spoke. "Mom, is something wrong?"

"It's just... I don't think you should go to U.A. anymore," Inko whispered, her voice cracking as she looked up, the disbelief written all over Izuku's face.

"Mom, y-you can't be serious! It's only been the first week-"

"I know! The first week, Izuku," Inko interrupted, her voice shaking. "And you're already lying here in a hospital bed, nearly on death's door. Honey, you were going to die." Her head lowered, and tears began to fall as she clutched his hand tightly.

...

"Mom, but I'm fine! Look, it wasn't U.A.'s fault-I was too careless-" Izuku began, but Inko cut him off.

"Izuku, they were beaten, and you-you were forced to save everyone," Inko's voice trembled. "My... my baby who only just got his Quirk was thrown into danger, forced to fight. Why did it have to be you?" She looked at him, shaking with quiet sobs.

"Mom, I'm okay now," Izuku said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, honey. But you were almost killed," she whispered. "I... I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too. It was hard enough when I thought you'd never get a Quirk, and now-" Inko's voice hitched with a small hiccup.

"Mom-" Izuku started.

"But then I saw how worried your friends were," she continued, her eyes softening. "They've only known you a week, and yet they care so much. You've already had such an impact on them. So... against my better judgment..." Inko managed a small, tearful smile.

"You can go back to U.A.," she said softly.

"Mom..." Izuku whispered, his own eyes welling up.

"You're my son, the only family I have left," Inko said, her voice breaking. "I can't lose you like... like I lost your father. I just can't." She held his hand tightly. "So please, Izuku, promise me you'll be careful. Be safe, honey. I know you're strong, but just... promise me."

She took a shaky breath. "I'm putting my trust in U.A. I trusted them with you, and they promised to keep you safe. But you-you have to promise me that, no matter what, you'll come home to me. Please, Izuku... just promise me."

With tears in his eyes and a determined look, Izuku replied, "I promise."

As Inko pulled her son close, crying quietly into his shoulder, All Might stood just outside, his fist raised to knock but stopping short. He smiled to himself, realizing there was no need to convince her. "Looks like I don't have to worry after all."

...

Izuku sat in his hospital room, dressed in casual clothes, the Omnitrix plainly visible on his wrist. He pressed the button, and the faceplate popped up, projecting a holographic image of Heatblast.

"The most powerful device in the universe?" Izuku thought, recalling Tetrax's words. 'So I have the most powerful device in the universe right here on my wrist... and the aliens I turn into are real aliens...' He paused, rotating the dial until the image of Diamondhead, who looked remarkably like Tetrax, appeared.

'This whole time... I've had this much power?' Izuku was lost in thought, but then something clicked. He remembered his first meeting with Nezu.

'Wait... the Omnitrix is actually called the Omnitrix. How did Nezu know its real name?' Izuku wondered, continuing to turn the dial. 'Maybe he just made a lucky guess... but...'

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He looked up to see All Might, in his skeletal form, entering with Detective Tsukauchi.

"We were hoping to talk to you," Tsukauchi said as both men stepped inside.

They began questioning him, mostly about Shigaraki, the Nomu, and Kurogiri. Izuku recounted everything he remembered.

"And that's pretty much all of it... we got separated when Todoroki's ice wall went up," Izuku finished.

Tsukauchi sighed. "So this confirms it... All For One is alive."

"All For One?" Izuku echoed, his confusion evident.

All Might exhaled, a heavy look in his eyes. He had known this conversation was inevitable. He needed to tell Izuku the truth, whether he wanted to or not.

"Tsukauchi, could you give us the room?" All Might asked.

With a nod, Tsukauchi exited, closing the door behind him.

"Young Midoriya," All Might began, his gaze serious, sending a chill down Izuku's spine. "I'm going to tell you about the man who almost killed me. The person who murdered my master, the previous holder of One For All. A man I feared for so long that I distanced myself from others... something I regret deeply."

As he spoke, an old memory surfaced-a thought of Hisashi. 'Sometimes I think of you, Hisashi. You faced Vilgax and never once let fear stop you from connecting with people, from falling in love.'

All Might shook himself from the memory and looked back at Izuku.

"His name is All For One."

...

""So... I have to fight All For One someday? And he might do anything, including capturing or killing the people I'm close to?" Izuku asked, his heart racing at the thought.

"Possibly," All Might replied gravely. "This confirms that he's alive and is molding Shigaraki to be the next him. He's also one of the reasons I never found love. I've kept secrets even from my closest friend, David Shield."

"Wait, David Shield doesn't know about One For All?" Izuku asked, surprised. All Might nodded in response.

Izuku glanced at the Omnitrix, then at his clenched fist. "I finally get a grip on my powers and survive a villain attack. Now I have a target on my back? Can't I catch a break?" He groaned in frustration.

All Might hung his head, shame washing over him. "I'm sorry, Young Midoriya. If I had known he was alive, I would have given you One For All sooner..." He gripped his thighs, clearly distressed.

"I-It's okay, All Might..." Izuku said, scratching the back of his head. He took in the sight of the frail man before him, reflecting on how Tetrax's words had illuminated his perception. He had always seen All Might as an invincible hero, never considering the reality of his declining health.

As he observed the guilt etched on All Might's face, Izuku inhaled deeply. "All Might... I think it's best you give me One For All," he said firmly.

Toshinori's eyes widened in shock as he regarded his protégé. "You really think so?"

"I mean... you're not in your prime anymore, right? You can barely hold your form for more than three hours," Izuku noted, glancing at the scar on Toshinori's side.

"Plus, who better to take on All For One than the guy with essentially two quirks? Neither of which can be stolen?" Izuku added with a grin. All Might chuckled softly.

"Technically, One For All is the only true quirk; the Omnitrix is a different kind of power, and you don't have a quirk of your own-"

"My point is that All For One can't take the Omnitrix or One For All," Izuku interjected, a hint of nervousness creeping in as he contemplated the battle ahead. He raised a shaky thumbs-up. "Don't worry; just leave it to me, All Might."

"Young Midoriya..." Toshinori looked at him with a mix of surprise and pride.

"If that's the case, and you're going to take on All For One, we're going to train a lot," All Might declared, standing up. Izuku looked up in surprise.

"After school, it will be just you and me training one-on-one," All Might said with a determined smile. Izuku's eyes widened.

"Since you'll be living in the dorms, we can train for longer sessions. With Recovery Girl on-site, we can push your training to the limit," All Might continued, though Izuku's expression turned worried.

"B-But what about favoritism?" Izuku stammered before All Might placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You are my successor; it's my responsibility. I let you down during the USJ incident, but I need to prepare you for what's coming. Nezu agrees, Midoriya. There's a lot ahead, and you need to be ready." All Might said firmly. "Yes, it might seem unfair, but your classmates don't have a literal psychopath who can steal quirks and bring Japan to its knees. So I think a little favoritism is warranted." Toshinori added with a light chuckle.

"All Might..." Izuku began, but All Might cut him off.

"And from the footage of the USJ, you seriously need to work on your battle awareness. The first fight with the Nomu highlighted your lack of experience, but you quickly remedied that. Just know I'm not going to pull any punches..." All Might said, a smirk creeping onto his face. Izuku nodded vigorously.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

A few minutes later...

"Okay, you're good to go. Just remember to relax and stay in your dorm for the next four days. Avoid anything too strenuous," Recovery Girl said as she finished her final diagnostic on Izuku before he headed home with his mother, along with some medication.

"Four days!? I can't stay in my room for that long!" Izuku exclaimed, suddenly realizing he had been in the hospital for two weeks. "Oh man, I already missed the Sports Festival!"

Recovery Girl sighed, her tone calm yet authoritative. "No, the school was closed for a week due to the recent events, and once the students returned, it was agreed that the Sports Festival would be postponed for a month. You still have three weeks to prepare."

"Oh," Izuku said, sighing in relief.

"You need to focus on healing. The toxins may have cleared from your system, but your body still requires time to recover. You were not only shot but also suffered multiple fractures, and thankfully, none of this was due to overexertion with your quirk. I cannot stress enough how important it is to rest. Despite what our school promotes, sometimes you should not push yourself to your limits. Your body has gone through significant trauma, and it needs time to heal," she added firmly.

Izuku rubbed some of the sore spots on his body, feeling the ache in his shoulder where the bullet had gone through and his side, which still bore the small scar from Shigaraki's decay attack.

"One day?" he asked hopefully.

A cross vein appeared on Recovery Girl's forehead. "THIS ISN'T UP FOR NEGOTIATION!"

Izuku flinched back. "Two days?"

"I-ugh! I blame you!" she exclaimed before striking All Might gently in his weak spot. "Three days. Rest and heal, young man. Look at All Might; he didn't listen to his doctors and now-"

All Might rubbed his side in pain. "She's right, Young Midoriya."

"Lack of restraint has led me to this body. I hope you learn that lesson," he gestured to his frail form. "Overexertion has cost me a lung and most of my stomach."

Izuku nodded, understanding the seriousness of their words. "Understood."

"You should head back now. Today is Saturday, so you'll have a day to prepare for moving into the dorms with the rest of your class," Recovery Girl concluded.

Izuku bowed in gratitude before he left, escorted by All Might, who led him to where his mother was waiting in a taxi.

"Thank you again, Toshinori, for informing me about my son," Inko said as she bowed deeply.

"Informed?" Izuku asked, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, I called your mother to let her know you were awake," Toshinori replied.

"You have my mom's number?" Izuku asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"U-Uh, y-yes, Young Midoriya," All Might stammered, visibly nervous under the intense gaze.

"Hm." Midoriya regarded All Might for a moment before turning his attention to the Omnitrix. The holographic display caused a wave of dread to wash over All Might.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, Young Midoriya! I-I swear it's not like that!" All Might exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm.

"Sure. I believe you, but Rath just wants to have a few words," Izuku said as he continued dialing the Omnitrix.

"Y-Your mother was just concerned because you manifested a quirk, and I had to explain the second part since it caused injuries! Nothing else, I promise!" Toshinori rushed to clarify.

Midoriya nodded, finally stopping the dial. "Okay. I trust you."

"I thought you were going to kill me for a second," Toshinori said with a nervous chuckle, wiping the sweat off his brow.

Izuku then shifted his focus to his mother, giving her his full attention. "So, are we heading home?"

It was Monday, the start of a new week, as the sun began to rise over U.A. High School. Izuku stood outside Heights Alliance, taking in the sight of his new home for the next three years.

The building was large and rectangular, with a red-brick exterior and white columns at the entrance, giving it a formal, sturdy appearance. It was divided to accommodate both Class 1-A and Class 1-B, with each section clearly marked above the entrances. "1-A" was labeled on one side and "1-B" on the other, in bold, large lettering. The building had multiple floors with wide, wraparound balconies on each level, lined with railings where students could step out to view the surroundings.

Large windows lined each floor, allowing plenty of natural light to pour inside. At the front, a broad set of stairs led up to the main entrance, flanked by two tall lampposts. The structure was surrounded by a neatly kept lawn, with pathways leading up to the entrance. It was imposing in size and clearly built to hold a large number of students comfortably.

Izuku gulped. "So, for the next three years, this will be my new home," he murmured to himself.

He looked around, then checked his phone. It was still early. "Seems like no one has arrived yet."

With his backpack strapped on, Izuku walked inside, taking in his new surroundings. The place was silent.

"Guess no one's here yet..." he thought, until he heard the faint sound of brewing and caught the scent of something delicious.

Following the aroma toward the kitchen, he caught sight of a girl with raven hair styled in a spiky ponytail, brewing tea.

"Yaoyorozu?" Izuku said softly. However, the girl didn't respond. Her head was down, and her expression was one of frustration, defeat, and sadness-all emotions that Izuku was all too familiar with.

He didn't know what was bothering her, but he felt the urge to reach out. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, catching her attention. She jumped slightly in surprise, turning to see Izuku.

"Oh... Midoriya," Momo said, seeming flustered. She fumbled with the teapot, accidentally spilling her tea. "Oh no, I've made a mess," she muttered, quickly creating a cloth to wipe it up.

...

"Are... Are you okay?" Izuku asked gently. His voice startled Momo, who flinched before hastily cleaning up the spilled tea and attempting to leave.

"Of course!" Momo said quickly, a little too fast. "Don't worry about me, I'm just... a little tired. I think I'll go lie down."

Izuku noticed her red, puffy eyes and the dark circles beneath them. She'd clearly been crying, and he could sense the self-doubt, the feeling of powerlessness-the same feelings he knew all too well. Nervously scratching the back of his head, Izuku took a shaky breath and managed to call out just as she began to leave.

"M-Mind i-if we talk?" he stuttered. Momo paused, biting her lip and keeping her head down, but he could see the faint glisten of a tear on her cheek.

"I-I'm sorry... I have to go..." Momo said as the girl began to make a hasty retreat.

Realizing this might be his only chance to reach out, he found himself blurting out and grabbing her wrist, "I know what you're going through, and... I just want to help!"

Momo froze as he placed a hand on her arm, her body trembling as if holding back sobs. After a moment, he released his grip and bowed his head.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout," he said softly. "I just... um..." He hesitated, then looked back up at her, his expression earnest. "Can we start over? I know we've only known each other for a week, and maybe I don't know you well yet... but could I at least say something?"

Momo stood in silence, but the fact that she hadn't walked away gave him the courage to continue.

"It's about what happened at the USJ, isn't it?" Izuku asked, keeping his eyes down to avoid pressuring her. "I... I think I understand how you're feeling right now."

Momo's fists clenched. "How could you possibly know what I'm feeling?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You should be furious at me... you should hate me. You nearly died-twice-because of me... because I wasn't strong enough."

Izuku let her words sink in before he replied. "I don't hate you..." Izuku said as the girl.

"You're an amazing person, one of the smartest people I know, really kind and nice so... I don't hate you... And I don't blame you especially for what happened..." Izuku said as the girls body shoulders from suppressed sobs as she wrapped herself in her arms hugging her torso visibly holding back tears.

"I know because I've felt the same way... my whole life," he began. "Everyone always told me I wasn't good enough. And every time I failed, I... I felt like they were right. Like maybe I didn't deserve to be here... like maybe I didn't belong."

Momo's shoulders shook as she listened, his words seemingly hitting close to home.

"It's easy to feel like that when people keep pointing out your mistakes," Izuku continued. "It starts to feel suffocating, like... like every single failure confirms that you're just not good enough. And then you question yourself... and you feel like everyone else might be better off without you. But... if there's anyone who belongs here, it's you, Yaoyorozu."

Momo's gaze slowly lifted, and though her eyes were still damp, there was a spark of curiosity there. Izuku took a breath and looked her in the eyes, gathering his confidence.

"I've only known you for a week, but I can already tell that you're incredible," he said, his voice stronger. "You're Momo Yaoyorozu. Not only is your Quirk amazing, but you're also the smartest person I know! You don't have an intelligence Quirk, and you're still brilliant enough to make Principal Nezu jealous! You created an EMP in, what... two minutes?"

Momo looked down, a slight blush on her cheeks. "It... didn't even work. We didn't win-"

"Maybe it didn't fully stop that villain Kaine, but you did everything you could. And in the battle trial? You set up all those traps, you scored perfectly... and unlike a certain blonde with an ego the size of U.A.'s budget, you never rub it in anyone's face."

A tiny giggle escaped her-a tearful, wobbly giggle-but a giggle nonetheless.

"Kaine was strong," he continued, his voice softer. "I barely even beat him. But you can't let that loss weigh you down. You're stronger than that. You're already amazing, Yaoyorozu, and... I'm certain you'll only get stronger."

Momo blinked, looking at him, her expression softening as a blush crossed her cheeks.

"And... if you're blaming yourself for what happened to me with the poison, please don't," Izuku added earnestly. "I don't blame you. I should've thought things through more. But... that was our first real fight with villains, and by the end of it, we sent them running. We fought, and we won."

"That was mostly you..."

"T-Then let's get stronger together," Izuku replied with newfound determination. "So we can make sure we win as a team next time, no matter what happens."

They stood in silence for a moment, letting his words settle between them.

"W-Well, I-I should go-" Izuku stammered, but his words were cut off as Momo took a step closer and wrapped her arms around him.

Izuku's face turned a deep shade of red as he caught the soft scent of peaches, his head resting against her shoulder due to their height difference.

Her warm body pressed gently against his, her grip firm yet trembling, like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Unsure of what to do, Izuku hesitated, then carefully returned the hug, feeling her chin brush against his messy green hair.

Physical affection felt strange to him-welcome but unfamiliar. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax in the warmth of the embrace.

'His hair is soft...' Momo thought, her fingers instinctively tightening around him.

They stayed like that for a moment, both finding comfort in the silence. Izuku nestled himself closer, surprised at how much he enjoyed the feeling of her arms around him.

'She's so... warm...' he thought, unconsciously holding her a little tighter. He felt her chest press softly against him, sending his heart racing.

"Ah, Midoriya!" Tenya's voice suddenly broke through, making them pull apart, both blushing furiously.

"I-Iida..." Izuku stammered, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I'm glad you're alright, Midoriya. Seeing you safe brings me relief," Tenya said with a serious nod. He glanced around, adding, "I could have sworn I heard Yaoyorozu's voice."

Izuku glanced to his right, but Momo was already gone. He looked up and caught a glimpse of her heading up the stairs, her face still flushed as her ponytail swayed with each step. "Uh... she..."

...

As Momo reached her room, she shut the door behind her with a shaky hand, feeling the rush of emotions from her hug with Izuku flooding back all at once.

Her legs wobbled, betraying her, and before she could steady herself, she sank down against the door, sliding to the floor as her heart pounded in her chest.

Blushing deeply, she brought her hands to her face, trying to hide the redness heating her cheeks. Her fingers trembled as she pressed them against her flushed skin, her mind racing.

'Why... why am I feeling this way?' she wondered, her breath hitching as she struggled to make sense of the warmth lingering from their embrace. She could still catch the scent if cinnamon on herself from, she recalled how warm his body was and how comforting it was.

Each rapid heartbeat echoed through her, and she felt utterly overwhelmed, the memory of his touch leaving her in a flustered daze she couldn't shake.

She took a deep breath, but it did little to calm the tidal wave of emotions swirling inside her.

...

"...She went up to her room," Izuku said, adjusting his bag. "I'm going to unpa-" Suddenly, a stabbing pain sparked in his head. It wasn't too painful, but it was noticeable.

"What was that...?" Izuku muttered, right as the door swung open and Todoroki stepped inside. For a moment, their eyes met, and Izuku caught a glint of flame flickering on Todoroki's side before he extinguished it. Without a word, Todoroki strode toward his room, a deep scowl etched on his face, throwing an icy glare Izuku's way. Izuku gulped nervously.

"Maybe I should head to my room," Izuku said, glancing at Tenya.

Tenya cupped his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting. I wonder what has him riled up."

Izuku shrugged. "Considering the look he gave me, something tells me it might have to do with me."

"Indeed. You, Aoyama, and I are all sharing the same floor," Tenya said.

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Aren't there usually four people on each floor? Why do we only have three rooms?"

Tenya shrugged. "It might be due to Mineta's absence."

"Oh, right. He got suspended," Izuku replied as they made their way upstairs. Once Izuku reached his room, he sighed and dropped his backpack, his gaze landing on something unusual on his bed.

It was a sleek, compact object, catching his eye.

Izuku picked it up, examining it with confusion. "What is this-?" Suddenly, the sides extended outward, and a forcefield platform projected in a translucent, greenish hue, formed from Blastonium Gel.

At the center of the platform floated a grayish material made of graphite-infused foam, stabilized by the forcefield. The entire board shimmered as it expanded to full size, ready for action.

"A hoverboard? It's like the one that guy Diamondhead uses," Izuku murmured, astonished. "Wait, it is! Wh-What's it doing in my room?"

Before he could process it further, a holographic figure projected from the center of the hoverboard.

Izuku's eyes widened as the figure materialized-a man with Diamondhead's features.

"Tetrax: Hello, Midoriya. I am Tetrax Shard," he introduced himself, giving a salute.

Izuku, still processing, mirrored the salute instinctively.

...

"{Tetrax: This is a holographic message. I'll begin with the Omnitrix, the most powerful device in the universe.}"

Izuku glanced at the Omnitrix, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Most powerful device?" He swallowed nervously.

"{Tetrax: The origin of the Omnitrix is unknown, but there will be those who seek it-those who would do anything to possess its power.}"

"Like One For All," Izuku murmured, listening carefully.

"{Tetrax: The Omnitrix is bonded with you, and it cannot be removed. A fact, I'm sure, that you're well aware of.}"

Izuku nodded, confirming Tetrax's observation.

"{Tetrax: You'll have to grow stronger. Most of the universe considers the Omnitrix a myth, a legend-hardly anyone believes it exists, which is fortunate.}"

Izuku nodded thoughtfully. "If people don't believe it exists, they won't come looking for it."

"{Tetrax: But some beings know of its existence, and they will come for you. When you transform, the Omnitrix sends out a signal, a beacon that lets others know it's active. For now, I've set up a signal jammer-each time you use it, the signal will appear to come from my location, not yours. But this will only work temporarily. Prepare yourself: your body, your mind. You'll need to be ready for anything the universe throws at you.}"

Izuku gave a determined nod.

"{Tetrax: Until then, as an old friend might say, may the force be with you.}"

Izuku sweat-dropped, chuckling in disbelief. "Was that a Star Wars reference? How would an alien even know that?"

The hologram faded, leaving Izuku staring at the board, smiling slightly. But before he could start unpacking, that stabbing pain in his head returned, sharper this time.

"There it is again," he muttered, wincing. Yet, this time, the pain felt different, almost as if it was guiding him. Clutching his head, he found himself pulled toward his balcony.

"W-What's happening...?" he whispered, gripping the railing. As he squinted into the distance, he spotted a group of boys surrounding a girl with honey-brown hair.

Activating Full Cowl, green electricity crackling over him, he leapt into action.

In the middle of the group stood Kinoko Komori.

"Look at the freak," one boy sneered.

"I bet her eyes are so ugly she has to hide them."

"Yeah, and her quirk is weird too!"

Izuku clenched his fists, ready to step in.

""I know, right? She was always so obsessed with mushrooms back in middle school," one of the boys snickered, sneering as he looked at Kinoko Komori.

She stood quietly, her head lowered, gripping the strap of her bag tightly. She had been on her way to Heights Alliance, hoping for a fresh start, when these familiar faces from General Studies cornered her, blocking her path.

"I bet she wet herself during the USJ attack," another one chimed in, laughing as his friends joined in.

"If freaks like her can make it into the Hero Course, then the standards must be scraping rock bottom." One of them crossed his arms, looking her up and down with disdain. "They must be really desperate for bodies if they let you in, Komori."

"Leave her alone."

The mocking stopped as the group turned, surprised to see a green-haired boy standing behind them. Though Izuku Midoriya was still visibly worn from his injuries at the hospital, he held his head high, his determined gaze focused on the group.

Kinoko's eyes widened, looking at him with shock and a glimmer of relief. Midoriya?

One of the boys scoffed, folding his arms. "Huh? And who are you supposed to be, her little bodyguard? We're not doing anything wrong." He shrugged, brushing Izuku's presence off as nothing more than a minor annoyance.

Izuku ignored the dismissal, his eyes shifting to Kinoko with quiet reassurance before looking back at them. "She doesn't look like she wants to be around you. You're obviously making her uncomfortable."

A taller boy rolled his eyes, towering over Izuku and leaning in with a sneer. "Think you're tough, short stack? Why don't you mind your own damn business?"

He raised his hand, aiming to smack Izuku on the head, but Izuku reacted in an instant, swatting the hand away before it could make contact. The boy hissed in pain, clutching his wrist with surprise and frustration.

"What the...?" he muttered, glaring at Izuku.

"Back off. Now." Izuku's tone was calm but firm, a warning in his voice that made them pause, even if only for a second.

The boy scoffed, letting out a mocking laugh as he threw an arm around Kinoko's shoulders, pulling her close as she visibly tensed up. "Besides, we're just showing her her place," he sneered, patting her shoulder roughly.

"Ain't that right, Komori-chan?" He leaned closer and flicked her forehead, making her flinch.

"We're old friends, just making sure the big, bad villains at USJ didn't scare her so much she-AAAH!"

His taunt cut off in a scream, echoing across the courtyard. The others jumped, eyes wide as he clutched his head in agony.

Izuku and Kinoko both looked up to see the source of the scream, catching sight of Kyoka Jiro standing behind the group. Her earphone jacks were extended, each one jammed directly into the bullies' ears, sending a violent, resonating vibration through their skulls that had them howling in pain. They staggered back, collapsing onto the ground as Jiro yanked her jacks back with a flick, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Seriously? I know we're not exactly best friends with General Studies, but this is just pathetic," she scoffed, stepping over the boys as they lay groaning on the ground.

Her gaze softened when she looked at Izuku, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Jiro!" Izuku blinked in surprise, visibly relieved.

Jiro tried to keep her cool, fighting the urge to hug him outright. Instead, she extended one of her earphone jacks, wrapping it gently around his arm, letting it rest there as she could hear his heartbeat.

"Hey, Mophead," she said with a teasing smirk.

Izuku looked down at the earphone jack wrapped around his arm, feeling a little confused by Jirou's gesture but deciding not to question it.

"You... bitch," one of the boys hissed, glaring at Jirou as he struggled to stand up. She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, looking completely unfazed.

"That's a pretty rude way to say thank you," Jirou replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Thank you?" he spat, rubbing his sore ears. "You nearly blew out my eardrums! Why the hell would I thank you?"

"Oh, I don't know-maybe because you idiots were about to pick a fight with Midoriya," Jirou said with a shrug, her words making the boys freeze and slowly turn toward Izuku. Their faces paled, eyes widening as they seemed to recognize the quiet, powerful hero standing beside her.

"Y'know, just the guy who turned the monster made to kill All Might into ash and destroyed the zero-pointer with one punch. But hey, go for it if you're feeling brave," Jirou added with a smirk.

The boys' bravado crumbled as they backed away, stumbling over each other in their hurry to get away. One of them gulped audibly, casting one last fearful glance at Izuku before they disappeared down the hall.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Jirou said, watching them go with a satisfied grin.

Izuku turned to her, his smile warm. "Thanks, Jirou."

"No problem," she replied, letting her earphone jack slide off his arm as she turned to Kinoko. "You're Kinoko Komori, right?"

Kinoko nodded hesitantly. "Y-Yeah."

"Those guys weren't picking on you, were they?" Jirou asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Kinoko shook her head quickly. "N-No... they're just some old classmates from my middle school."

"Komori-chan!" a voice called out, and the three turned to see an inky-skinned boy approaching. "C'mon, I wanna check out the dorms already," he said, grabbing Kinoko's arm with a slight tug.

Kinoko let out a small yelp as she was pulled away but managed to glance back over her shoulder. "T-Thank you, Midoriya!" she called out.

The inky-skinned boy shot Izuku an irritated glare before pulling Kinoko inside. As she walked away, Kinoko stole one last look at him, her cheeks warming as a thought crossed her mind. 'He's kinda cute...'

...

"Great, and I thought U.A. would be free from bullies," Jirou said, folding her arms. "But I'm not surprised-General Studies really seems to hate us Hero Course students."

"Huh? Really? Why?" Izuku asked, looking puzzled.

"Oh, right. You weren't here for the confrontation. A few of the Gen Ed students were upset about how the entrance exam focused primarily on the robots. It didn't really allow them to showcase their quirks, so they feel like they didn't earn their spots in the Hero Course," Jirou explained.

"Oh..."

"Plus, with the USJ attack getting so much attention, they're directing a lot of their anger at us," Jirou shrugged.

Izuku scratched his head uncomfortably. "I mean, they have a bit of a point, but it's not like we made their exam."

Jirou shook her head. "People are gonna blame us just because we made it into the Hero Course. Everyone wants someone to take it out on."

Just then, Kaminari's voice cut through their conversation. "So, what do you like to eat, Asui? I'm guessing flies?"

Jirou shot him a deadpan expression. "If I say yes, will you stop asking me out?"

"Uh... Uh..." Kaminari fumbled with his words, clearly caught off guard. "We could head to a dumpster?"

"Bold. Stupid. But bold," Jirou remarked, nodding in mock approval.

"Wouldn't it have been better to say a park or something?" Izuku added, trying to be helpful. "I mean, flies are outside and-"

Jirou couldn't help it; she covered her mouth to hold in a laugh. "Oh man, what a dork."

Kaminari's aura darkened even more, clearly deflated by the conversation.

Tsuyu, noticing Izuku's expression light up, walked up to him. "Midoriya, it's good to see you on your feet."

"Thank you, Tsu," Izuku replied, aware of Kaminari's increasingly depressed aura after yet another rejection.

"Are you going to be alright for training?"Tsuyu asked, genuine concern lacing her words.

"No, Recovery Girl told me to relax for the next three days," Izuku admitted, slumping a little. "I'm going to fall behind."

"Three days? With what you went through, I'm surprised you're not still bedridden," Jirou said, her tone filled with concern.

Tsuyu nodded. "You really should take a break, Midoriya. Don't overwork yourself," she urged, her eyes softening.

"You were incredibly strong and saved everyone at the USJ..." She gazed into his emerald eyes, sincerity evident in her expression. "Without you, most of us wouldn't have made it. But you also went through a lot, so please take care of yourself. I know you want to push yourself, but sometimes it's okay to step back."

Izuku felt warmth spread through his chest as Jirou added, "Yeah, dude, not every day has to be a life-or-death situation. Unless you want to be eating hospital food, then sure, go ahead. Just don't come crying to us when you're too sore to walk." Her tone was sarcastic but held a hint of sincerity.

Izuku blushed, glancing between the two concerned girls before nodding. "I'll take it easy."

Tsuyu hesitated for a moment, stepping closer, her heart racing. Suddenly, Izuku's eyes widened as he felt a soft pair of lips brush against his cheek. The kiss was gentle and fleeting, but it sent a wave of warmth coursing through him. He blinked in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest as he registered the unexpected affection.

Tsuyu pulled back slightly, a shy smile gracing her lips as she met his wide-eyed gaze. "Thank you for saving me, Midoriya. I really appreciate it," she said, her voice soft but sincere.

Izuku's mind raced, the moment stretching as he processed what had just happened. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, his mouth going dry. "Buh... uh... sure..." he stammered, still in shock.

Jirou's expression shifted to one of frustration as she tried to contain it, just as they heard footsteps approaching.

...

"Midoriya." Shiozaki's calm voice reached him as she bowed. "I'm happy you made a full recovery," she said warmly.

"Oh, thank you," Izuku replied, offering a smile.

"I see my prayers have been answered. It's a relief knowing you're well," she continued sincerely.

"T-Than-" Izuku's gratitude was cut short as a stabbing pain surged through his head. He glanced up just in time to see Bakugou glaring at him, radiating frustration.

Jirou, nearby, crossed her arms with an annoyed expression.

Bakugou scoffed as he walked past them. "Tch."

"What's his deal?" Kaminari asked, frowning.

"Oh, he's just pissed because he let those two villains escape," Jirou said, making Bakugou's glare sharpen as he clenched his jaw.

Izuku noticed Shiozaki watching Bakugou too, her expression one of quiet frustration. It wasn't anger exactly, but there was clear irritation in her eyes.

"Shiozaki, are you alright?" Izuku asked.

She sighed. "Yes, I'm fine, Midoriya."

"I'm glad your vines were able to grow back," Tsuyu added, glancing at Shiozaki's long, green hair.

"Grow back?!" Izuku repeated in surprise.

Shiozaki took a deep breath. "Yes. If you remember, when we were trying to create time for you to transform, Bakugou decided to charge in alone. And in the process his explosions got my hair burned."

Izuku gave her sympathtic look.

Jirou rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. 'There's no way I'm relying on that damn nerd,'"she imitated, voice heavy with sarcasm. "I get having an ego, but that's just ridiculous. He nearly got you killed, can't put his bruised ego away for a minute?"

"His personality is garbage, honestly," Tsuyu said bluntly.

Shiozaki sighed. "While his hubris did get him taken out of the battle, though I'm not going to be dishonest when he was sent flying like ragdolls was somewhat pleasurable."

"Oh? Is the religious Ibara Shiozaki vindictive?" Jirou teased the girl blushed.

Jirou shrugged. "You're lucky you're not in his class. We have to put up with this garbage every day," she muttered.

Farther away, Bakugou glared in their direction, fury simmering beneath the surface as he overheard.

...

A few hours later class 1-A and B students came to their new home. Aizawa and Vlad King gave their lay out of their building and now the students were talking amoung themselves mingling.

Izuku was one of the few people's who finished unpacking first as he used Fasttrack and unpacked in a literal few seconds.

Izuku dusted off his hands looking at his room."And done." Izuku said, he plopped on his bed feeling exhausted before looking at the Omnitrix it was in the red.

"Guess my body really does need to rest I barely used the Omntrix and I'm on time out." Izuku said looking at the hourglass that was glowing red instead of its usual green.

He heard a knock at his door making him sit up and approached the door before opening the door and finding Yui Kodai. The girl still had neatrual expression but she was currently putting her hands together fidgeting.

"Kodai... Did you need something?" Izuku said the girl herself was still neutral but a small blush crossed her face.

"Oh...uhm... You're still injured I thought you would want some help in unpacking." Kodai said glancing around the room seeing it was already unpacked.

"But I can see that's unnecessary." Kodai said.

"I-I guess not..." Izuku said sheepishly. Kodai seemed to shuffle uncomfortable with jer feet.

"Well if you're okay then..." Kodai said as she began to make her way out when she stopped with 'Pomph!' She abruptly turned around before she wrapped her arms around him, Izuku widened.

The girl nestled herself on his chest rubbing her cheek on it before pressing her ear on his chest to hear his beating heart she could practically hear hisbheart skyrocket.

"K-K-Kodai! W-What are you doing?!" Izuku said in alarm.

There girl was quiet for a bit."When Kendo hugged you, you... you looked so happy..." Kodai said her voice barely above her whisper.

"I... I just thought you... you liked hugs... so..." Kodai said her voice unsure but she pressed her body on him."And I was worried about you... you really scared me... " Kodai said.

Izuku's face was beet red, as she hugged her in return, he hugged clumsily and nervously the girls face lit up when she felt his arms wrap around her.

"S-S-Sorry for scarying you..."Izuku said as he squeezed her bit. As the two were about to separate the door to Izuku's dorm room swung open the two ended up, it hit Kodai as she was forced down causing Kodai to be on top of Izuku both close to one another. Izuku quickly realizing how close they were blushed in embarrassment as he looked with wide eyes.

Kodai visibly startled caused her cheeks to flushed.

"Wh-What...!" Jirou said her face red.

"H-HUH?!" Ochako said her face red.

Yaoyorozu onyx eyes shot open her mouth agape, her face red before all three girls exclaimed.

"WHAT IN THE HELL?!"

"Wh... What are you two doing?!" Jirou said in outrage her face red from embarrassment her heart feeling crack from the sight.

Ochako was wide eyed glancing down at the two blushing profusely trying to calm her racing heart in a panic."D-Dekiru?! What are you doing?!" Her voice was laced with some possivenes in it.

Momo blushed a panicked look she couldn't explain the pain in her heart from the two being so close.

Yui blinked before her foot shut the door behind. The three girls blushed before they heard the quiet and soft voice of Yui Kodai.

"Go away."

Momo's face felt heart before she open the door."Kodai this is highly inappropriate, Midoriya's is still injured and needs his time to heal, and... and..." The girls voice began to panic her emotions controlling her actions.

"This is highly inappropriate!" Momo said trying to stop her beating chest.

Ochako nodded her face crimson.

Yui gently got off Izuku who was blushing profusely avoiding eye contact.

"We wanted to see if you needed help unpacking..." Ochako's voice came through her voice barely above a whisper.h

"But seems you don't need help..." Jiroubsaid her face red twirling her jacks in frustration.

"T-T-Thanks for t-there o-offer..."Izuku said stuttering a bit from embarrassment.

Momo wasn't even able to obtain her elegant nature as she spoke up."W-Well then there rest of us should get our own stuff unpacked!" Momo said before grabbing Yui's arm and dragging her away.

"Whoa..." Yui said as she was dragged.

Jirou couldn't hold in the emotions she was feeling as she threatingly aimed her jack in front of the boy.

"What were you two doing?" Jirou asked with a blush while hugging herself, her heart couldn't stop beating from her chest.

Izuku gulped."Uh... We were just hugging

"You hugged her?!" Ochako, Jirou and Momo whi stopped and turned to h

"Y-Yeah

Kodai could see how desperately he needed help and wanted to save him."Mh why does it matter if he hugs me?" Kodai asked bluntly this caused the three girls blushed.

"You wouldn't be jealous now would you?" Kodai asked the girls face flushed more. Jirou's shoulder and earjack that was pointed at Izuku shook slightly from the implications.

Ochako face continued to reddening.

"I-I need to unpack." Jirou muttered as she left, Momo blushed before nodding and leaving to unpack. Ochako without a word ran off, Yui was unfortunately dragged away by Momo.

Izuku blinked in surprise from how weird the girls were just had been.

"What just happened?"

...

A few hours later, after everyone had finished unpacking, the students began gathering in the common area. Classes A and B mingled, laughter and chatter filling the room.

Excitement rippled through the crowd when they spotted Izuku. The girls' faces lit up, and before he knew it, Ashido launched herself at him with a dramatic cry. "Midooori!" she exclaimed, clinging to him with a grip that could rival a pro-wrestler's. She immediately burst into ugly tears.

"I-I w-was so worried about you!" Ashido sobbed, her voice barely understandable through her sniffles.

Izuku's face flushed as he tried to console her, especially when more classmates who hadn't yet seen him began to crowd around.

"Bro, you were super manly out there, especially against that Nomu!" Kirishima cheered, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Like, dude, I still get goosebumps just thinking about it!"

"And I've never seen flames like that!" Toru added, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "It was incredible!"

"Will you be allowed back in class?" Shoji asked, his serious tone cutting through the chaos, concern evident in his gaze."You were seriously injured are you even allowed to comeback to training?"

"Yeah, you didn't look so hot when you were in the hospital." Ojiro asked just as concerned.

Izuku, looking a bit overwhelmed by the attention, managed a shy smile. "Let's not crowd him too much, guys," Shoji said, using his extra limbs to gently nudge some classmates back.

"Thanks, Shoji…" Izuku said gratefully, catching his breath. "And I'm alright. I just need a few days," he added with a reassuring smile.

But he noticed everyone staring at him, particularly the guys, their expressions frozen between disbelief and concern.

"Uh… Did I say something wrong?" he asked, blinking in confusion.

"Don't get us wrong—we're all glad about your recovery, but..."Shoji hesitated, glancing at the others as though searching for the right words.

"Shoji overheard the doctors say the poison in your system was potent enough to kill a horde of twenty elephants," Tokoyami added, his tone serious.

The girls gasped in unison, their expressions mirroring each other in horror. "Wait, what?!" they all shouted.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Toru pressed, sounding both worried and a little hurt.

"Yeah, dude, how could you not tell us?!" Mina demanded, giving him a playful shove before crossing her arms. Her pout was practically an art form at this point.

Shoji glanced away, looking a bit guilty. "You all seemed so worried about Midoriya already… I didn't want to make bad news worse," he admitted. "I didn't want you all to worry any further."

Ashido huffed, her pout turning into a frown. "But seriously, how the heck did you even survive that?!"Kaminari and Sato echoed, their faces a mix of awe and bewilderment.

Izuku scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I… I'm not sure. I kind of just did…" he said, trailing off as his gaze drifted down to the Omnitrix on his wrist. 'Did the Omnitrix save me? If it did… what else can it do?'

"Guess Midoriya's is just built different." Sero said.

Izuku felt an arm slung over his shoulder. "I'm just glad you're okay. You totally saved our butts back at the USJ," Sero said, grinning. Some of Class B started to come over, clearly interested in joining the conversation.

Shishida nodded. "That Nomu's strength was truly monstrous, and my punches barely even scratched it."

"And you were able to send it flying! When you turned into Four Arms! That was totally sick," Ashido added, practically bouncing with excitement.

"I could feel the shockwaves from all the way over at the Plaza! Dude, I knew you were strong, but that was on another level!" Sato said, wide-eyed.

"Midoriya, I had no idea Fasttrack could generate such force to blast those giant doors right off the hinges!" Tenya added, his eyes practically sparkling.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the barrage of questions, Izuku decided to address Tenya's comment. "Oh, actually, Fasttrack isn't that strong."

"H-Huh?!" Class 1-A and B responded in unison.

"Wait, but how could he not be?" Mina asked, incredulous. "You blew those doors clean off their hinges, and they're like 20 feet tall! It took me minutes just to melt a hole in them with my strongest acid, and even then, I was barely able to get through without hurting myself!"

Izuku scratched his chin thoughtfully, trying to explain. "Well, it's like this. Fasttrack doesn't have super strength, not in the usual way, but he has incredible speed, and I can use that speed to create force. So, I created some distance and then ran back at super speed. At that point, I was moving around… 800 miles per hour or more, maybe?"

"E-Eight hundred?!" Kirishima stammered, eyes wide with shock.

Izuku nodded. "Yeah, roughly. It might have been faster, but that's a minimum. Moving at that speed, I was able to build up enough kinetic energy that when I hit the doors, the impact force just blew them off."

Iida's eyes widened, a mixture of admiration and envy flickering across his face. "Midoriya, that level of speed is… remarkable. I can't even imagine moving that fast. It takes intense discipline just to handle my own speed without injury, but to be able to move at such momentum and have great control over your trajectory it's incredible."

Kuroiro, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke up, his dark eyes gleaming with intrigue. "So, you're moving at a speed that could make shadows stretch for miles… That's next-level," he murmured, almost to himself.

Kinoko's eyes were wide with awe, her hands clasped together. "800 miles per hour… That's even faster than Hawks! You're faster than the fastest hero!" she squeaked, practically buzzing with excitement. "Shroom, you're practically the fastest person in Japan."

Izuku's cheeks flushed as he shrugged modestly. "It's kind of a trick," he admitted with a small smile. "Using speed to substitute for strength is risky, but it works in a pinch."

Pony, the comic book enthusiast, perked up and was suddenly right in front of him, her tail flicking excitedly. "You actually did the super sonic punch!?"

Izuku blushed, nodding. "Yeah, I remembered the comics you lent me. I didn't think it would actually work, but I tried it out with—uh, my sensei," he corrected himself.

"That's a pretty risky move," Momo said, walking up to him, her expression serious but admiring.

"Oh? How so?" Sero asked as Momo adjusted her stance, gracefully cupping her chin in thought.

"Well," Momo began, "considering the speed you mentioned, and from my analysis of your quirk apprehension test results, you were likely moving at about Mach 1.1. At such a velocity, you're generating a massive amount of force. If your angle were even slightly misjudged, or if something unexpectedly blocked your path, the kinetic energy would have nowhere to go but back into you." She gave a serious look. "The impact could result in catastrophic injuries—potentially shattering every bone in your body."

Kaminari's head was sparking in confusion, while everyone else had similarly bewildered expressions. Ojiro scratched his head, and Ochako looked like she was trying to do the math.

Finally, Setsuna rolled her eyes and stepped in. "Alright, for those who are clearly failing Snipe's physics class," she said with a smirk, "picture Midoriya moving as fast as a rocket—about Mach 1.1. If he messes up, doesn't stop right, or crashes into something too tough…" She mimed a squish with her hands.

"Boom! He's a pancake Midoriya. Splat. Instant wall art."

Everyone shuddered. "Uh… yeah, okay, got it. Not pretty," Kaminari said, looking pale.

Izuku gulped, looking slightly pale himself. "Right… Noted—"

But before he could finish, a small explosion sounded across the room, drawing everyone's attention to Bakugou, whose glare practically crackled.

...

"You and me. Outside. Now," Bakugou demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Izuku flinched, his gaze dropping for a moment. He wasn't afraid of Bakugou, but in his current condition, just using Full Cowl felt like a Herculean effort.

Izuku glanced around nervously and began to take a step forward when Kendo blocked his path, shaking her head in silent defiance. Jirou joined her, crossing her arms as she stood in front of Izuku, her gaze sharp and unyielding.

"No," Jirou said, her voice firm, leveling a glare at Bakugou. "Midoriya's not going anywhere."

Bakugou's hands began to smoke, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His teeth were bared, and his jaw tightened as he seethed, the tension in the room thickening like an impending storm. Kirishima stepped forward, forcing a grin and raising his hands to mediate.

"W-Whoa, Bakugou, maybe we should calm down…" Kirishima tried, his usual cheer sounding strained.

"Yeah, just chill, dude," Ashido added, her tone light but her posture tense.

Bakugou's glare hardened, his chest rising and falling faster as his anger simmered dangerously. His mind flashed back over the week: he had lost to Deku in the Entrance Exam, Deku had outscored him—by more than triple. Every reminder only fueled the fury behind his narrowed eyes, which burned with intensity.

"Earlobe bitch," he growled, his voice practically a hiss. "This has nothing to do with you. This is between me and Deku." His gaze locked on Jirou, and the air between them crackled with hostility.

The tension grew thicker still. Momo straightened, her lips pressed tightly together, her usually calm demeanor stiffening as she glared at him.

Ochako, her hands clenched into fists, took a step forward. "Bakugou, Deku isn't—"

Bakugou's fiery gaze whipped toward her, and he snapped, "I wasn't talking to you, damn Pink Cheeks!"

Ochako flinched, shrinking back slightly, her expression hurt. The room fell silent, the air almost vibrating with unspoken conflict.

...

Bakugou's fists clenched tighter, his knuckles white as he replayed the humiliation he'd felt during the quirk apprehension test. Not only had Deku beaten him, but he'd been forced to acknowledge him—call him by his name, as though he actually respected him.

"Deku, you're coming outside right—" Bakugou's demand was cut short by Jirou, her voice suddenly rising with unexpected intensity.

"Listen here, you Bakushit!" Jirou snapped, stepping forward as her glare bored into him. "I don't give a damn what you need Midoriya for, and frankly, I don't care about your bruised ego! This isn't about him."

Bakugou's scowl deepened as Jirou continued, her tone cold and unyielding. "Just because you got your ass handed to you at the USJ doesn't mean you can take it out on the guy who saved your sorry, worthless self."

A murmur rippled through the room, the classmates exchanging glances as they sensed the growing hostility. Bakugou's fists trembled, and his glare only darkened. Memories of the battle trial gnawed at him—the way that damn nerd had held back, refusing to use his best forms, like that fire guy, crystal freak, or Four-Arms. The way Deku had effortlessly gone toe-to-toe with the Nomu, burning it to ash. It was infuriating knowing how much he fucking held back.

'Was he looking down on me?! Did he think I wasn't worth his effort?' Bakugou seethed internally, his mind a whirlwind of anger. 'Instead, he fought me as the clone, like I was nothing but a joke!'

Bakugou's voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into his words. "You've always made me sick, Deku." His voice cut through the silence, and every eye in the room was on him. "Everything about you makes me sick. And now everyone here is talking like you're some big shot, like you're actually worth a damn."

Momo's eyes narrowed, her usually calm expression hardened as she exchanged a look with Jirou. Kendo's fists were clenched, and even Monoma, who usually reveled in Class 1-A's problems, looked away in disdain. It was one thing to dislike someone, but Bakugou's unhinged anger was something else entirely.

Bakugou took a step closer, his voice rising with each word. "I was supposed to be number one. The only one to get into this school from our garbage middle school. And you? You were supposed to be a nobody, someone who would amount to nothing!"

Izuku flinched, caught off guard by the raw fury radiating from Bakugou. He wanted to respond, but the words died in his throat.

Bakugou's voice broke, trembling as he struggled to contain the anger. "So how the hell did you—someone so damn worthless, who was supposed to be nothing—manage to beat the thing meant to kill All Might?" His eyes were blazing, frustration etched into every line of his face. "How the hell did you beat it when I couldn't make it budge? When I couldn't even leave a scratch?"

The room was tense, Bakugou's words hanging heavily in the air. No one dared to speak as Bakugou's fury reached a boiling point.

"That doesn't make any damn sense!" Bakugou's voice rang out, his frustration spilling over.

"Maybe if your head wasn't so far up your ass, you wouldn't have been taken down in one punch," Setsuna quipped dryly, crossing her arms. Bakugou shot her a furious glare, but Setsuna just shrugged, unfazed.

Bakugou snarled, his fists shaking. "You've been holding back this whole time. Ever since the damn day we started! Using that clone form, acting like I couldn't handle your strongest moves? You think I'm that weak?" His voice was thick with accusation. "You didn't use the fire form. None of those powerful ones!"

Momo's expression shifted, a clear look of disgust on her face as she watched Bakugou. She glanced at Izuku, feeling a pang of sympathy for him, especially with Bakugou's anger so laser-focused on him. 'Does Bakugou seriously believe that those forms would have even been useful in the battle trial?' she thought, incredulous.

The room was quiet, each person's gaze flickering between Bakugou and Izuku, the tension palpable. Ojiro stepped forward, trying to interject. "Bakugou, those forms wouldn't have been—"

"Shut up, tail bastard!" Bakugou barked, his glare back on Izuku, fiercer than ever. His voice dropped, low and intense.

"The Sports Festival is in three weeks. They'll have one-on-one fights in the final round. You better bring out those forms—every single one of 'em!"

Izuku took a step back, caught off guard by the raw intensity in Bakugou's voice, and could only nod slightly, uncertain what to say.

Bakugou's fists clenched tighter. "You may be number one now, but enjoy that damn pillar while it lasts!" he shouted, voice shaking with emotion as a few tears welled in the corners of his eyes, though he quickly blinked them away. "I'm gonna destroy you in the Sports Festival! You hear me, Deku?! This is a damn declaration of war! I'll prove that I'm the strongest—that I'm the real number one!"

Everyone stared in shock. Izuku felt his chest tighten, his own determination rising in response to Bakugou's challenge. Bakugou's gaze bored into him, fierce and unrelenting. "Come at me with your strongest forms, Deku. I'll kill you at your best!"

Without another word, Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets and stormed up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the stunned silence he left behind.

Kirishima watched him go with a mix of awe and admiration, muttering, "Man… that's intense."

...

"The heck is that guy's problem?" Kendo said, frustration lacing her tone.

"I know, right?" Toru chimed in. "He's been picking fights with Midoriya since the first day of school."

"Yeah, and he keeps throwing those insulting nicknames at us like it's nothing. Seriously, what's his deal?" Ashido added, crossing her arms.

Kirishima scratched his head. "Yeah, but I kinda get where he's coming from…" His words earned him confused looks from the others. "We were practically useless during the USJ attack. I got taken out in a single punch. So wanting to beat Midoriya, I get it. You don't wanna feel like you're holding back your friends."

Itsuka looked down at her hands for a moment before clenching her fist. "I get that, sure…" She softened as she looked at Izuku. "Honestly, I kinda want to beat Midoriya too…"

Izuku flushed. "E-Eh?"

"You were incredible at the USJ. You took hit after hit from that Nomu thing and still brought it down, while most of us went down with a single hit." Kendo smiled at him, though her expression turned thoughtful. "It makes me want to give it my all too."

"Maybe so," Kamakiri muttered, his eyes narrowing as he glanced after Bakugou, "but that guy's got it twisted. I'm all for competition, but Bakugou's just raging because his ego took a bruising."

Juzo, who'd been listening quietly, spoke up, "As much as I can't stand losing, Bakugou's taking it too far. I don't mind going up against strong people, but the way he goes on, you'd think he's the only one allowed to be strong." He huffed, crossing his arms with a slight scowl.

"But I get the frustration, to a degree." Tenya's voice was serious as he adjusted his glasses. "In the USJ, I was supposed to get help, but you managed to do it first. I can't help but want to surpass you, Midoriya." He nodded, his gaze determined. "You're an excellent friend, but I'll also be aiming to beat you at the Sports Festival."

Izuku looked at Tenya, his eyes wide, before a determined smile crossed his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Iida."

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu stepped up, both of them looking serious yet enthusiastic. "Midoriya," Kirishima said with a grin, "we specifically want you to come at us as Four Arms. That's your most manly form!"

"Yeah! We wanna go up against your strongest form in a full-out brawl!" Tetsutetsu echoed, fists clenched in excitement.

"Bring on Four Arms!"

Izuku looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "Um… no."

His response caught everyone's attention, their expressions turning curious and a bit confused. Some like Kamakiri narrowed their eyes thinking Midoriya would be holding back not giving their strongest.

"Is Four Arms my strongest? Sure," Izuku admitted. "But I'm not going to limit myself to only that form just because it's seen as the strongest."

The class murmured, with a few nodding in understanding as Izuku continued. "Each of my aliens has a different strength. Four Arms is powerful, but he lacks speed and mobility. Heatblast's firepower is great, but he has his limits, too… so if you want me at my best, then you should be ready to face all of my forms."

Kirishima grinned, catching the challenge in Izuku's words. "Alright, man, fair enough! If we want you at your best, we'll be ready for anything you bring."

"Same here!" Tetsutetsu said, fist-bumping Kirishima. "You better not hold back then, Midoriya!"

However a few like Kinoko, looked at where Bakugou was in fear, some like Kendo glared at Bakugou her fist clenched.

...

Ashido looked around, noticing the lingering tension in the room. The scent of caramel still hung in the air, and Momo couldn't help but glance at Izuku with concern.

"Let's have a movie night!" Ashido suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" The class responded, collectively caught off guard.

"A movie marathon night!" Ashido exclaimed, waving her arms. "We all need some fun right now!"

"A movie marathon?" Setsuna said, intrigued. "Hmm, sounds like a blast."

"I'm in if everyone else is," Ojiro agreed.

Kaminari perked up, a mischievous smile crossing his face. "It should be horror movies, so the girls can cuddle with us when they get scared." He winked, earning collective eye-rolls from the girls.

"Oh, I love horror movies!" Hagakure said excitedly, bouncing up and down. "Imagine—sleeping bags, popcorn, spooky movies all night!"

Ojiro grinned. "And slushies. Plus, all kinds of snacks to keep us going."

"A horror movie marathon?" Monoma laughed, unable to resist a challenge. "Perfect! Let's see how 1-A handles some real scares. Anyone who doesn't scream is a winner!"

Kendo groaned, rolling her eyes. "Monoma, not everything has to be a competition."

"This will be amazing!" Hagakure said. "Some slushies, popcorn, the whole deal!"

Jirou, however, looked hesitant. "Uh… are we sure we want to watch horror movies?" She was clearly uneasy.

Ashido smirked, teasing her. "Aw, is little Jirou scared?"

Jirou huffed defensively. "Shut up! I'm just not a fan of creepy movies. Who actually enjoys being scared?"

In response, Tokoyami, Kuroiro, and Yanagi all raised their hands. Jirou sighed, facepalming. "I walked right into that one."

Tokoyami gave a serious nod. "I dwell in the shadows. I have witnessed the darkest of films. You may not be able to handle it."

Bakugou, hearing Tokoyami's comment, took it as a challenge. "You think some weak-ass movie is gonna scare me, bird boy?"

Yanagi raised her hand and said softly, "I've seen some creepy movies too…" She shrank behind Kendo, glancing cautiously at Bakugou. "But he's spooky in a not-good way."

Kuroiro smirked, stepping beside Tokoyami. "A horror marathon? I can think of movies that'll have you quivering like a little girl, Tokoyami."

The class let out a collective "Ooooh," watching the playful standoff. Monoma grinned, loving the competition.

"Oh? Class B versus Class A? That's settled, then—Yanagi and Kuroiro versus Tokoyami. Let's see who's the spookiest!"

Tokoyami accepted with a nod. "I'll take the challenge."

Yanagi gave a slight smile. "Sure. Friendly competition sounds fun."

Kendo smiled encouragingly at Yanagi. "You got this."

"Thanks," Yanagi replied.

"I'm in!" Kuroiro agreed, grinning.

Monoma laughed maniacally. "This will prove Class B's superiority once and for all! None of our classmates will show fear!"

Ibara sighed. "Are you going to stop him?" she asked Kendo.

Kendo shook her head. "Not this time."

Kirishima grinned. "I'll go see if Bakugou's up for it." Jirou resisted the urge to roll her eyes—she wasn't too keen on Bakugou joining.

"Hey, it'll be like a mini sleepover," Ashido said.

"And schools off tomorrow to get us settled in! We don't have to wake up early tomorrow, so we can stay up all night!" Setsuna added, excitement in her voice.

"A horror movie night with both 1-A and 1-B…" Kaminari gulped. "Guess we're really doing this."

Jirou hesitated, clearly nervous. "I… guess if everyone's up for it…"

Kaminari leaned over, smirking. "Don't worry, Jirou! If you get scared, I'm right here for you!"

Jirou punched him in the arm. "Shut it!"

"Alright, sounds like everyone's on board," Momo said, smiling. "I'll help set up."

"Oh, and I'll handle snacks!" Hagakure chimed in.

"Ooh, let me help with that!" Sato added. "I can make sweets for everyone!"

The class collectively drooled at the thought, even Monoma begrudgingly interested in Sato's baking skills.

"Then it's settled!" Iida declared, clearing his throat. "A Class 1-A and 1-B movie marathon to foster camaraderie and friendly competition! Please bring your own sleeping bags. Sato and Hagakure, you'll be in charge of snacks!"

"Wait, hold on!" Ojiro interrupted, looking around. "There are forty of us, and that TV is way too small for everyone to see."

Iida smirked, pressing a button on a remote as a massive TV rose from the wall, taking the class by surprise.

"Oh, wow," Uraraka said, staring in awe. "It's huge."

"Nezu provided this as an apology for our last 'surprise training.'" Iida adjusted his glasses, nodding approvingly. "Alright, everyone, meet back here around 9 pm. Don't be late!"

...

Ashido and Setsuna exchanged mischievous grins as they whispered among themselves, joined by Toru.

"Those three are gonna be trouble?" Kendo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, probably..." Izuku replied. Kendo turned to him, curiosity evident in her expression.

"So, uh... what's up with you and that Bakugou guy?" she asked, prompting Izuku to flinch slightly.

"Well, I just... I don't like the way he talks to you. But honestly, he's not the first arrogant jerk I've met," Kendo added.

"Oh, that's just how he is. He has an amazing quirk, and people..."

"People praised him so much that his ego got out of control?" Kendo interjected.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Izuku asked, surprised.

"Hate to break it to you, but your 'Kacchan' isn't the first guy I've encountered who thought his quirk was the best and belittled others in the process," Kendo said with a shrug, which made Izuku chuckle.

"I just hope he isn't bothering you..."

"Pfft!" Toru laughed, cutting in. "Don't worry, Midoriya. You should've seen him kick Bakugou's ass during the battle trial!"

"Yeah, it was a one-sided ass whooping!" Ashido added, grinning widely.

Momo nodded in agreement. "He really held his ground against Bakugou."

"Plus, you saw Broccoli Head during the USJ. That explosive jerk was clearly compensating for something down below..." Jirou chimed in, gaining more chuckles and snorts from the group.

"Don't worry, he's fine," Toru reassured. "Bakugou can talk about being the best all he wants, but Green can definitely back it up."

Kendo sighed in relief, glad to know her cru– friend was holding his own against that kind of attitude.

...

"Oh boys~" Ashido teased as she walked alongside Setsuna.

"Are you all done with your rooms?" Setsuna asked.

"I finished unpacking a while ago. Fasttrack made it all go pretty quickly," Izuku replied.

"Yup, just relaxing and waiting to watch their movies," Kaminari said with a smirk. "Hey, Tokage, wanna cuddle together just in case you get scared?"

"Hmm..." Setsuna pretended to think for a moment. "Sorry, not really into blondes, or you know, guys who hit on every girl within a ten-mile radius."

Kaminari's expression darkened, a black aura surrounding him.

"Well, me and some of the girls were talking, and..." Mina began.

"While we wait for the movie setup, how about a little room contest?" Toru suggested.

"Huh?" most of the boys exclaimed, sensing the impending chaos. The girls shot glances at Izuku, who gulped nervously.

"No, no, wait—!" Izuku began, rapidly waving his arms to stop them from entering his room.

But before he could protest further, they gasped and rushed inside.

"Oh my gosh, so much All Might merch, dude!" Mina exclaimed, her face lighting up. "I can't believe I'm in his room!"

"Oh my..." Momo said, looking around and blushing slightly from the sudden intimacy of the space.

"I didn't know you were such an otaku, Izuku!" Pony said enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I knew you were a hero nerd," Jirou chimed in, eyeing the diverse collection of hero memorabilia. She picked up an action figure and blushed a little at the sight of it.

Izuku's face turned crimson. "W-Well, I've been trying to expand my horizons in heroes so I can use their super moves with my alien forms," he stammered.

"Huh, I knew you were a massive dork, but this is pretty cute," Setsuna teased, making Izuku blush even harder.

"Can we move on?" he pleaded.

"No, not yet," Setsuna replied with a smirk as she and Mina leaned against him from either side.

"Not before we find those pervy mags you're keeping..." they both chimed, and the girls blushed at the thought.

Suddenly, a green flash erupted from Izuku's room, and everyone was whooshed outside.

"Let's move on!"

...

The group moved on to the next room of the Class 1-A boys, but a few of the girls couldn't help but feel butterflies from their visit to Izuku's space. Tokoyami was as edgy as you'd expect, while Pony and Izuku geeked out over his sword. Next up was Aoyama, whose room was star contrasts to Tokoyami's.

"So bright!" they all exclaimed.

"Non, non, not 'bright'—dazzling~" Aoyama corrected them with flair.

"I see you're back to normal," Shoji remarked, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Yeah, you were super depressed! You didn't even come to school for a whole week!" Hagakure added.

"Midoriya's miraculous recovery has pushed me forward!" Aoyama proclaimed dramatically, striking poses.

Meanwhile, Sen Kaibra eyed Aoyam with suspicion. There was something about the guy that seemed insincere; the way he moved and talked felt off. Not wanting to dwell on it, he shrugged and walked away.

They continued to the third floor on the Class 1-A side, where Ojiro's room was surprisingly ordinary.

"Wow, so normal..." Ashido and Toru both remarked.

Izuku couldn't help but feel sympathetic toward Ojiro. Having been called plain all his life and being quirkless... well, that sort of made him normal, didn't it?

Next was Iida's room, which was just as organized as one would expect.

"The shelves are lined with hard books!" Ashido exclaimed.

"With that many books, aren't you worried about them falling?" Setsuna asked.

"You have so many glasses…" Ochako said, putting a pair on for effect.

"What's strange about that? I expect them to be destroyed during our intense training!" Iida said proudly.

Shishida nodded in agreement, shaking hands with Iida in mutual respect. "I also carry spares; I expect them to be destroyed during training!" he added.

Next was Kaminari's room.

"It's so gaudy!" Ashido and Hagakure both exclaimed.

"It's so loud..." Yanagi commented, shaking her head.

"Why do you have so many hats?" Yui asked, bewildered.

"What? Isn't it great?" Kaminari replied, convinced his room was cool.

When they reached Koda's room, the girls squealed in delight.

"There's a rabbit! It's so cute!" Toru, Mina, Pony, Kinoko, and Setsuna exclaimed in unison.

"No fair! You're trying to bribe the judges!" Kaminari and Tsubaraba protested.

Next up was Class B, starting with Neito Monoma, who was smug about his room, which looked like it belonged to a theater kid.

Following him was Hiryu Rin, an exchange student from China, whose room featured plenty of dragon-themed decor. Then they entered Kojiro Bondo's room, where stacks of unbuilt model kits filled the space.

Izuku nearly geeked out at the sight of a TIE Fighter model sheet and an X-Wing.

"N-No way…" he muttered. "An X-Wing and a TIE Fighter?! These are super rare!" His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Bondo chuckled nervously. "Thanks! I've had the time to finish them since I study so much to be a hero."

"A diligent hero to boot," Tenya added, noticing Izuku's starry-eyed fascination. Yui, crouched next to him, thought it was adorable.

As everyone was about to leave, Izuku accidentally knocked something off a shelf. He bent down to pick it up and, from under Bondo's desk, he found a platter of adult magazines.

Before he could react, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder as the usually easygoing Kojiro turned suddenly threatening. "You saw nothing," he warned.

Izuku gulped and nodded, his heart racing.

...

Juzo's room was relatively normal, with a few manga scattered across his desk. The boys started to feel judged by the atmosphere until Kendo spoke up, suggesting that the girls should showcase the rooms.

"Huh?" Jirou replied.

"Oh, I see! So we'll be deciding who has the best taste in interior decoration in both classes, or who has the best room?" Mina added, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Ah, so it's a competition now, is it?" Monoma said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. A sadistic grin spread across his face. "Well, let me save you the suspense: Class 1-B students possess the finest taste! Compared to—" He was cut off as everyone began to walk away.

"So, Kirishima's room is next?" Kendo asked, turning her attention to the group.

"Yeah, but it doesn't have to be a competition," Ojiro said.

"I wouldn't mind it not being a competition," Shishida chimed in as they headed up to the fourth floor to see the rest of the Class 1-A boys' dorms.

"The ones on the boys' side of the fourth floor are Bakugou, Kirishima, and Shoji, right?" Uraraka inquired.

"Where's Bakugou?" Iida asked, looking around.

"He said, 'This is lame. I'm going to sleep,' a while ago," Kirishima replied with a shrug.

Kendo felt a gnawing unease in her stomach as everyone entered Kirishima's room.

"Hey, Ochako, what's Bakugou's deal anyway?" Kendo asked, making the girl turn to her.

"What do you mean?" Ochako responded, puzzled.

Kendo couldn't shake the feeling in her gut. "It's just that Bakugou kinda seems like a bully, especially with how he treats Midoriya."

Ochako raised an eyebrow, disbelief etched on her face. "You think Bakugou bullied Deku? Kendo, as much as Bakugou screams about being the strongest, he isn't Deku's equal. He's beaten him so many times and hasn't even used his strongest forms."

"Uh... but…" Kendo struggled to articulate her thoughts. "When I first started school, he threatened him and accused him of cheating..."

Ochako placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "Look, he's been spouting nonsense about how Deku cheated. I think Bakugou just can't handle the fact that he got completely beaten in the exams. The guy isn't exactly sane," Ochako reassured her.

"Okay, but what about the nickname thing? You know Midoriya doesn't like being called Deku," Kendo countered.

Kirishima jumped in. "The guy calls everyone insulting nicknames! He just called Jirou 'Earlobe...' well you know..."

Kendo's unease only grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off between the two.

"Yeah, those two are just rivals. Don't get so worked up, Kendo," Ochako said, patting her shoulder. "If there was something going on between them, don't you think Deku would have told us?"

Kendo looked at Ochako, nodding hesitantly. "I... I guess you're right."

As they continued to judge the rooms, they eventually ended up at Jirou's room, where she blushed in embarrassment from all the attention.

...

"Aw, man, are we seriously doing everyone?" Jirou sighed, pressing the ends of her earjacks together.

Izuku looked around her room in awe. "You can play all these instruments?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, blushing as she realized he was taking in every detail of her space.

Izuku's gaze shifted to the corner, where he noticed two bass guitars. Unlike the others, these were heavily damaged, with broken strings and deep scuffs.

His eyes widened in recognition, and Jirou's blush deepened. "I-It's not what it looks like!" she stammered, her face bright red.

"These… these are the guitars I used against that storm monster, right?" Izuku said, gently picking one up.

Jirou's face was nearly crimson with embarrassment. "L-Look, okay, I just… picked them up after you left..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, heart racing.

Izuku's cheeks colored slightly, but before he could say anything, Jirou, flustered beyond belief, quickly shoved everyone out of her room.

"Let's just move on," she muttered, still flustered.

As they continued, each of the girls grew surprisingly shy when Izuku stepped into their rooms, and he couldn't help but get flustered himself. Finally, they reached Yaoyorozu's room.

...

"Last is Yaoyorozu," Sero announced as they reached her door.

Momo opened the door, a small, embarrassed smile on her face. "Well… I think I may have miscalculated. While all of your rooms are filled with such originality, mine… turned out a bit cramped."

Everyone's jaws dropped at the sight of a massive bed taking up most of the dorm room.

"It's huge!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"That's what she said!" Tsuburaba quipped, earning a round of laughter.

Izuku tried to peer in, but the bed took up so much space that there was hardly room to enter. "Yaoyorozu… what happened?"

Momo's face flushed with embarrassment. "It's some furniture I had been using, but I didn't realize the room would feel so… small with it in here."

'Rich girl problems…' Jirou and Izuku thought simultaneously, exchanging glances.

Yui stepped forward, managing to squeeze her way past the others. "Are you okay with the bed being this size, Yaoyorozu? Or would you like me to adjust it so there's more space?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Momo replied with a sigh, though she glanced around, clearly wishing it were smaller. "I guess I could use a bit more space…"

Before she could finish, Yui placed her hand on the bed. Instantly, the oversized bed shrank down to a manageable size, allowing Momo to move around comfortably.

"Thank you, Kodai," Momo said gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief.

"No problem," Yui replied with a small nod.

They continued to the rooms of Class 1-B. Most of them were fairly normal, though Yanagi's room stood out as the most terrifying. The atmosphere was dark and spooky, with eerie decorations scattered around. Sero and Kaminari clung to each other, too afraid to enter.

"Wusses," Yanagi muttered, her tone cutting into their pride.

Then they moved on to Tsubaraba's room, which was filled with sports equipment—balls, rackets, and more. After visiting each room, the group finally headed back to the common area. The last room belonged to Pony, but she seemed unusually shy and embarrassed about anyone going inside—especially Izuku.

Her face flushed bright red. "M-My room is really embarrassing…" Pony stammered, her cheeks burning.

"Aww, come on! We all showed the guys our rooms," Setsuna teased with a grin.

"You don't have to if you're uncomfortable," Kendo assured her.

Izuku gave Pony a gentle, encouraging smile, making her blush even harder. "O-Okay… just don't act all weird…" she muttered as she opened the door. The boys' jaws dropped in unison.

Pony's room was an otaku's dream: shelves lined with neatly organized manga, arranged by series and publisher, and rare anime figures from past decades in pristine glass cases, their details preserved with pride.

"Whoa… Pony, you're an otaku!" Setsuna exclaimed in awe.

"This is such an impressive collection…" Ochako marveled, then nudged Izuku. "Don't you think so, Dekiru?"

When there was no reply, she glanced at him. "Uh… Dekiru?"

Izuku, along with the other boys, stood speechless, mouths agape. Even Monoma couldn't tear his eyes away.

Kaminari's eyes shimmered with admiration before he dropped to one knee, looking up at Pony with intense sincerity. "Pony… will you marry me?"

"E-EH?!"

...

Time-skip

Sato was in the kitchen, whipping up some pies and snacks for everyone, while Hagakure set out cola and other soft drinks on the table.

Ashido, however, was grinning like she'd just hatched an evil plan. "Okay, since Midori's back, it's my time to shine! When we watch the movie, there won't be enough seats for everyone…"

A chibi version of Mina looked around at the lack of seating. She then turned to Midoriya with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Then I'll be like, 'Oh no, guess I'll have to sit right here!' and just plop myself right on his lap!" She clasped her hands together like a mastermind. "It's flawless."

"Ashido, you're not planning anything perverted, are you?" Tsuyu asked, tilting her head with a skeptical look.

Ashido flinched and then whistled innocently. "N-No, just… excited."

Yaoyorozu crossed her arms, giving her a disapproving look. "I don't know what you're planning, Ashido, but maybe try some restraint. You've got that same look Mineta gets."

"Hey, I'm nothing like Mineta!" Ashido retorted, looking offended.

"Don't worry, ladies," Kaminari chimed in, stretching his arms wide, "there's enough Denki to go around. Cuddle privileges for all."

This earned a round of chuckles, though Setsuna grinned, leaning over to Kendo and whispering, "You totally have permission to cozy up to Midoriya."

Kendo turned bright red, frantically shaking her head.

Meanwhile, Yaoyorozu's mind wandered to a certain green-haired hero-in-training. Her cheeks grew warm as she made herself some tea, remembering how close they had been earlier and the feel of his strong arms around her. 'He's… so muscular…'

She then recalled the closeness between Izuku and Yui, her heart fluttering as she imagined him holding her that way. The thought made her eyes go wide as her heart raced. 'What am I thinking?!' she screamed internally.

Suddenly, she slapped her cheeks, drawing curious looks from Tsuyu and Kinoko, who were carrying bowls of chips.

"Shroom, are you okay?" Kinoko asked, her brow raised.

"Yeah, ribbit?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine!" Momo replied hastily, clearing her throat. With her tea in hand, she walked over to Izuku, feeling a flutter of nerves as she felt the weight of her presence beside him on the couch.

Yaoyorozu took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she approached. "W-We should sit together... Since we're both class representatives." She settled down next to Kendo, who was positioned next to Midoriya, trying to keep her emotions in check as she sipped her tea.

Izuku blinked in surprise, noticing her slight stutter. 'She stuttered?'

"Huh? Your face is also red! Is there some sickness going around?" Iida asked, concern etched across his face as he observed them both.

"N-No," Momo replied quickly, waving him off, her heart racing even faster.

...

Jirou watched the whole interaction unfold, twirling her ear jacks as memories of how close she had been to Izuku flooded her mind.

'What's wrong with me? I totally overreacted,' she thought, feeling her cheeks heat up and her heart twinge slightly.

"He… he was so flustered," Jirou muttered softly to herself. "I wonder if I could make him that flustered… It was cute…" She quickly shook her head. "N-No way. He probably only likes girls who are more curvy anyway…"

Just then, she felt a poke on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Kodai standing there, looking much the same as ever but with a hint of guilt in her expression.

"Mh," Yui said neutrally.

"O-Oh, Kodai…" Jirou replied, a blush creeping onto her face.

Kodai blinked, her tone still neutral and unexpressive. "You know, I caught him looking at your legs and… well, your butt a couple of times."

Jirou blinked, trying to process what she had just said. "E-EH?!"

"Midoriya, that's who you were talking about not finding attractive, right?" Yui asked, her words making Jirou flush with embarrassment.

Jirou felt her heart race as she took a step back. "Wait, what?!"

"A few times, actually," Yui confirmed, and Jirou's heart fluttered at the revelation.

...

"Alright, the horror fest will begin!" Tokoyami announced, cutting through the conversation between the two girls. As everyone found a spot and settled into their sleeping bags, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation.

Uraraka wanted to sit next to Dekiru, but she decided against it, opting for a spot next to Tsuyu instead. She didn't want to risk her feelings bubbling to the surface during a horror movie. Tsuyu noticed her friend's somewhat downcast expression and leaned in to cheer her up. "I really wanted to sit with Izuku," she murmured. "But Ochako seems really sad."

"Unless you're pregnant, a wuss–" Kurorio interjected, making a jest.

"Shut up! We can handle it!" Bakugou yelled, sitting beside Kirishima and Kaminari, who was decked out in an adorable Pikachu onesie. The guys found it hilarious, while the girls thought it was cute—a win in Kaminari's book.

"You have been warned," Yanagi declared. "Now take your seats."

Ashido's eyes gleamed with mischief as she noticed Midoriya was sandwiched between Kendo and Jirou. She smiled, ready to put her plan into action when—

"You're not planning anything, are you, Ashido?" Yaoyorozu's stern voice cut through the air from the couch.

"Whaaaat? Me? NO! I was just looking for a seat, and it seems everywhere is taken, so maybe Midori can give me a seat," Ashido replied innocently.

"Huh? Oh, sure," Midoriya said, oblivious to the brewing tension.

Just as Ashido was about to make her move, Yui passed her and plopped down perfectly on his lap, snuggling into his chest. "My seat."

A moment of silence followed before chaos erupted. "Midoriya!" the chorus of voices rang out.

"Kodai!"

Midoriya turned into a blushing mess, desperately trying not to do anything to make Yui feel… well, 'uncomfortable.'

"Kodai, you can't sit there!" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This is pretty comfy," Yui said casually, leaning into him. "Plus, I might get scared, so I wanted to sit here."

"And he already agreed to it," Yui added with a sly smile.

Everyone turned to Midoriya, who looked away guiltily, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I see no problem," Tokoyami said, his dark demeanor making the situation seem almost normal.

"It's not like Midoriya would do anything perverted," Yanagi chimed in.

The girls shared looks of jealousy—Yaoyorozu's brow furrowed as she tried to hide her disappointment, Kendo's cheeks flushed with frustration, Uraraka's expression faltered, and Ashido crossed her arms, not wanting to show her irritation.

"Yeah, but, but, but..." Kaminari whined, sitting beside Sero, who comforted him. "Don't worry, dude, let him have this..."

Sero pointed an accusing finger at Midoriya. "But next time, you will sit like the rest of us!"

Midoriya wanted to protest, but he just nodded in agreement, feeling the collective glares from the guys—and even a few from the girls. Yui slyly stuck her tongue out at them, clearly reveling in the attention. "First come, first serve," she taunted, leaving the others fuming silently.

...

Ashido slumped down next to Hagakure, her disappointment evident. Hagakure handed her a bowl of popcorn and patted her friend on the back. "There, there. You'll get him next time."

Uraraka did her best to ignore the commotion, focusing intently on the screen, though she couldn't shake the pang of jealousy she felt watching Yui snuggled up to Dekiru. Meanwhile, Midoriya was on the verge of passing out again, his exhaustion from the day catching up to him.

"Now, are you sure you don't want to back out? Things get pretty spooky," Yanagi asked, glancing at the horror movie cover.

"We can handle it!" Kirishima and Tetsutetsu shouted in unison, their enthusiasm infectious.

"Yeah!" the rest of the class echoed, their voices filling the room with excitement.

...

Half an hour later.

Kaminari and Sero clung to each other like a lifeline, eyes wide with fear. Tsuyu and Uraraka held hands tightly, their expressions a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Bakugou's legs trembled, while Midoriya had Jirou clinging to his arm, her face buried his chest her gaze averted from the screen.

Kodai was also shaking as she grasped onto Midoriya, who was equally terrified, desperately holding onto Kendo.

Kendo blushed, feeling a thrill from having Izuku's arm wrapped around her, though she sweat-dropped at the sight of Pony, Kinoko and Yaoyorozu's also clutching onto her. 'I like that Midoriya is holding onto me, but why is everyone else clutching onto me too?!'

Yanagi and Tokoyami sat nearby, their postures relaxed as they shared popcorn, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. "You were right. This is pretty spooky," Yanagi remarked, her voice monotone yet oddly calm amidst the chaos.

"Told you," Tokoyami replied, his dark eyes fixed on the screen. "But I found your choice of films intriguing."

Yanagi nodded slightly, her hands dangling at her sides. "You did? Most people say they're too spooky or edgy."

"Sometimes, edgy can be compelling," she replied, her gaze distant. "We should watch movies together more often. I have some excellent recommendations."

"Hm," Tokoyami mused, "only if you're open to a touch of darkness in return."

If Mina hadn't been clinging to Toru for dear life, she would have been enthusiastically shipping the two of them.

...

As the hours passed, the common room was filled with the quiet breathing of the students who had fallen asleep. Empty snack bowls and scattered blankets lay around, remnants of a rare moment of peace. But even in sleep, the recent horrors of the USJ incident lingered in their minds, a reminder of their vulnerability.

'I need to grow stronger,' Bakugou muttered in his sleep.

'I want to stand by him,' Kendo thought to herself.

'Dekiru… I wanna be strong like him, Uraraka thought, her heart aching. As she murmured her next words unconsciously, she wouldn't remember them later, but they hung in the air with quiet intensity. "I… love him…"

'I want to be a shield that can protect my friends,' thought both Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, sharing a sense of determination.

'I want to be faster,' Iida thought, his brows furrowing even in his dreams.

In the stillness, a sudden, vibrant glow began to pulse from the Omnitrix on Midoriya's wrist. It cast waves of light across the room—brilliant blues, deep purples, fiery reds, and neon greens, like those in the night sky. Each color seemed to spark to life, illuminating the faces of his sleeping friends with a mysterious, shifting radiance. The Omnitrix's light spread, slowly filling the room with an ethereal glow that seemed to dance across every surface.

As the colors swirled and intensified, Midoriya's lips parted in a whisper that would echo in the hearts of his classmates for years to come, setting them on paths they had yet to imagine."Let's grow stronger..."

...

Izuku lay between Jirou and Kendo, Yui resting peacefully on his chest. In the stillness, his breathing slowed, his body succumbing to exhaustion, slipping into deep sleep.

And then— darkness.

A low voice filled the void, cold and commanding.

"Listen to every word."

Izuku's eyes snapped open, only to lock with two piercing, red, glowing eyes. Terror shot through him, pinning him in place. It was as if his body was submerged in ice, unmoving, breathless. A deadly aura surrounded him, radiating pure, suffocating bloodlust.

His heart pounded painfully, his chest tight as fear tightened its grip around him.

"Be afraid," the voice warned.

Izuku tried to back away, but his legs wouldn't move. He was trapped, forced to watch as those cold red eyes bore into him, consuming him.

"You cannot run. You cannot hide from me," it hissed.

A wave of dread washed over him with each word. The urge to flee was overwhelming, yet he remained paralyzed, bound by invisible chains. The entity's presence seemed to squeeze the life out of him, his skin crawling under its gaze.

"I will find you, and when I do, I will retrieve my Omnitrix."

Without thinking, Izuku's hand flew to the Omnitrix on his wrist, clutching it as if holding it tightly would somehow protect him. But the eyes burned brighter, a glint of sinister satisfaction flickering within them.

"And I will destroy you… just like your father."

Izuku's breath hitched, the words slashing through him like a knife. In an instant, he jolted awake, gasping, drenched in a cold sweat. His wide, terrified eyes darted around the dim room, his heart hammering against his ribs.

His classmates were still asleep, blissfully unaware, their soft snores a stark contrast to the terror that lingered within him. But Izuku could still feel it—that consuming bloodlust, an image of his own death burned into his mind.

"W-What… What was that?"

...

AN: Okay okay, so without giving too much away, all I'm going to say is I have given some a power-up of sorts, I wanted to at least give the Midoriya's classmates a fighting chance. You will see at the sports festival. Which will probably begin 3 or 4 chapters depends.