Dekiru 10: The Symbol Of Peace And The Protector Of Earth

by Phantomdanger

Izuku Midoriya, previously quirkless, was offered One For All by the greatest hero, but during training, he discovered the Omnitrix. Now his on the journey to be the greatest hero, the Symbol of Peace and The protector of Earth. It's Hero Time!

40. Chapter 35: What's in a Hero Name?

Chapter 35: What's in a Hero Name?

So, you're heading home?" Momo asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks tinted pink. She tried to maintain her composure, but her voice was softer than usual.

Izuku gulped, his own face a bright shade of red. "Y-Yeah..." he stammered, avoiding her gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"My father arranged for a limo to take you back," Momo continued, her tone more formal than she intended, though her blush betrayed her. Her eyes flickered to his lips briefly, and she quickly looked away, the memory of their kiss still vivid.

The sleek limo pulled up, the soft hum of its engine barely registering over the pounding in Momo's chest. She felt a pang of sadness knowing the evening was coming to an end. Izuku felt much the same, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he searched for something to say.

"So-"

"So-"

They both froze, then blushed furiously before breaking into soft chuckles.

"You first," Izuku offered, smiling nervously.

Momo hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I had a lovely evening," she said at last, her voice earnest. "It was truly... splendid." Her fingers brushed against the fabric of her dress as she fidgeted.

"Me too," Izuku admitted, glancing down at the Omnitrix and rubbing its faceplate to distract himself.

Momo stepped a little closer, her tone growing more personal. "Usually, these events are so tiresome," she confessed. "I'm always dodging insincere compliments, brushing off suitors, or enduring endless conversations with people who only care about the Yaoyorozu name." Her blush deepened. "But tonight was different. I truly enjoyed myself. And... it was because I was with you."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "Yeah..." He swallowed, trying to find the right words. "Though, uh, having so many people staring at me all night was kind of nerve-wracking. Maybe next time... we could do something a little more, um... casual?"

Momo blinked at him, her expression softening. She smiled shyly. "Yes, I suppose these types of events aren't quite your style," she said, though a faint note of disappointment lingered in her voice.

Izuku quickly shook his head, waving his hands. "N-No, it's not that! I just-maybe next time we could hang out at a café or something?"

Momo's eyes widened briefly before a radiant smile lit up her face. Her heart fluttered. "A café? That sounds... wonderful," she said, her tone brightening.

"Yeah," Izuku said, scratching his cheek as he looked away, his face heating up. "Something simple. Like reading or just, y'know, relaxing with drinks. Nothing too extravagant. I just... I'd like to spend time with you."

Momo felt her heart swell at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. Her face turned crimson as a few shimmering tears welled up in her eyes. She smiled softly. "That sounds perfect," she whispered.

The limo rolled to a stop, the driver stepping out to open the door. Izuku hesitated before glancing back at her. "Well, I guess this is it," he said, offering her a sheepish grin as he moved toward the car.

Momo bit her lip, her heart racing. "Izuku, wait."

He turned back, confused. "Huh? What is-"

Before he could finish, Momo stepped forward, her hands brushing lightly against his shoulders as she leaned in. Her lips pressed softly against his, her touch lingering with quiet warmth.

Izuku's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching. He froze for a moment, the sensation of her lips on his sending a jolt through him.

When Momo finally pulled back, her face was crimson, her eyes shining with a mixture of embarrassment and resolve. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Izuku blinked, his cheeks ablaze, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to process what had just happened. "M-Momo..."

She gave him a small, nervous smile, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "Goodnight, Izuku."

As he stepped into the limo, still too stunned to speak, he glanced back at her through the window, his heart pounding. Momo stood there, her fingers brushing her lips, a faint smile lingering on her face as she watched him go.

CLICK.

From the shadows, a camera lens retracted with a faint hum. Someone smirked, lowering the camera as they observed the scene from afar.

"The Yaoyorozu heir and U.A.'s 'Natural Disaster,' sharing a moment like that? Oh, this is pure gold," they muttered, their tone laced with satisfaction.

Their finger tapped the edge of the camera thoughtfully. "But timing is everything. This little scoop? I'll wait until the spotlight's just right. When it'll grab the most attention and have everyone talking."

With a smug grin, they slipped back into the night, leaving the couple blissfully unaware of the eyes that had been on them.

...

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[A Few Days Later]

Izuku stood in his U.A. uniform, staring at the message on his phone. All Might had sent it shortly after he'd returned to the dorms.

"We need to talk."

He repeated the words in his head, his imagination running wild. What could All Might want to discuss? His father? The truth about One For All? The possibilities were endless, and if it weren't for the fact that he had a date planned with two of the most incredible girls he'd ever met, he probably would've spiraled into overthinking already.

Yawning, Izuku stretched and rubbed his eyes. "Something tells me today's gonna be exhausting."

"Good morning, Midoriya! We mustn't delay! As class representative, you should arrive before everyone else. Time is of the essence!'' Iida's voice broke through Izuku's thoughts like a lightning bolt. The bespectacled boy stood at the doorway, clad in a poncho, gesturing urgently.

Izuku blinked, noticing the downpour outside. "Ah, right! Coming!"

Hurriedly grabbing his shoes and umbrella, Izuku rushed out with Iida into the rain. They made their way to the school in relative silence, the sound of rain filling the gaps between their conversation.

As they reached the entrance, Izuku took a breath, mustering his courage. "Iida, I wanted to talk to you about-"

"If it's about my brother, there's no need," Iida interrupted, his voice calm but strained. His usual precise demeanor faltered for just a moment before he plastered on a stiff smile. "I assure you, I'm fine. There's no cause for concern."

Izuku frowned, his grip tightening on the handle of his umbrella. "Iida, it's okay to talk about what you're going through. You don't have to handle this alone."

"Midoriya, please," Iida said, raising a hand to stop him. His tone remained polite but firm, like a door closing. "My brother is recovering, and I am focusing on my duties. I apologize if I've caused you undue worry."

"Iida, wait-" Izuku tried again, but Iida was already striding up the stairs, his movements sharp and deliberate.

Left standing in the rain-soaked entrance, Izuku could only watch as his friend disappeared into the building. He sighed, shoulders slumping under the weight of his concern.

"Iida..."

...

"Dekiru?" Ochako's voice called out, soft but concerned. She hurried toward him, her expression mirroring the worry she'd seen on his face during the interaction with Iida.

"Did you manage to talk to him?" she asked, her tone tinged with hope.

Izuku shook his head, a frown tugging at his lips.

"I tried speaking with him yesterday," Ochako admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But... he wasn't in the mood to talk."

Izuku noticed the sadness in her expression and felt his own heart tighten. "I'm worried about him too," he said softly.

"S-Should we keep trying?" Ochako asked hesitantly, her hands fiddling with the hem of her uniform jacket. "I know he doesn't want anyone's help right now, but... it's so clear he's hurting."

Izuku let out a small sigh, his brow furrowed. "I think we need to wait for him to come to us. If we push too hard, it might just drive him further away."

Ochako looked conflicted, biting her lip as her brows knit together. "Is that really the right thing to do? I-I mean, maybe it's what he wants, but..."

"If we force him to open up, it could make things worse," Izuku explained, though his voice carried a note of reluctance. "But we can stay close. Be there when he's ready to talk."

Ochako still seemed unsure but eventually sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You're probably right..." she said quietly. After a moment, she glanced back toward the hallway. "We should head to class."

"R-Right," Izuku mumbled. He adjusted the strap of his bag, ready to follow her, when he felt a gentle tug on his blazer. Turning around, he saw Momo standing there, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Izuku's face immediately turned red. "O-Oh, Yaoyorozu! G-Good night-I mean morning! N-Not night! That was yesterday! I-I mean-"

"Izuku."

"Y-Yes?"

"I..." Momo hesitated, glancing to the side before taking a small breath. "I know we haven't had the chance to talk about... what happened. Do you mind if I take some time to process it? I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you without a reason. It's just... I need a moment to figure out how I feel."

Izuku's blush deepened, but he nodded quickly. "R-Right! Of course! T-Take all the time you need! I-I think I need to process everything too!"

Momo offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you."

Izuku tried to step back but misjudged his footing and bumped into another student. He quickly muttered an apology before practically sprinting toward the classroom, his face burning.

...

"Some people recognized me on the way here!" Sero announced proudly, pointing to himself with a wide grin.

"Seriously? That's so manly!" Kirishima jumped up, his excitement practically radiating off him. "I had a few people come up to talk to me too!"

"Dude, same here!" Kaminari chimed in, his smile stretching ear to ear.

The classroom buzzed with cheerful chatter as the students shared their stories of newfound fame. The Sports Festival had elevated their status, and they were basking in the attention from fans who had recognized them during their brief time off.

At his desk, Izuku sat quietly, flipping through his notebook. He jotted down observations, seemingly absorbed in his work, though the faint flush on his cheeks suggested he had other things on his mind.

The door slid open, and Katsuki Bakugou strode in. His body had mostly recovered thanks to Recovery Girl and Nurse White, but his movements still held the stiffness of someone who had been through a grueling fight. His crimson eyes scanned the room before settling on Izuku.

But before Bakugou could do or say anything, Mina's voice cut through the noise. "Ah, Midori!" she called, bounding over to his desk with her usual infectious energy. Without hesitation, she perched herself on the edge of his desk, leaning in with an excited grin. "You got first place at the Sports Festival! How many people stopped you to talk about it?"

Izuku blinked, his hand freezing mid-note. "Uh..." he stammered, the memory of his outing with Momo flashing in his mind. "Y-Yeah, me and Yao-I mean, Momo-got recognized on the bus. A lot of people congratulated us... It was kind of nerve-wracking, honestly. There were so many people all at once."

"Aw, come on, Midoriya!" Mina teased, nudging his arm playfully. "You've gotta get used to handling that kind of pressure. You're practically a celebrity now!"

Izuku chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I-I guess..."

Across the room, Bakugou's eyes narrowed into a seething glare as he caught sight of Izuku and Mina chatting animatedly. His fists clenched, the faint ache in his muscles drowned out by the surge of frustration bubbling inside him.

'Damn nerd...'

Everything Bakugou had built his world around-his ideals, his goals, his pride-had been shattered at the Sports Festival. And it wasn't just the loss; it was the realization that Izuku, the boy he'd always looked down on, had surpassed him.

He wanted to see something in Izuku's face-fear, guilt, even smugness-but instead, the damn nerd was smiling and laughing, completely unbothered.

"Tch," he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a sneer. He stomped toward his desk, which was annoyingly close to Izuku's.

As he dropped into his seat, he slammed his bag onto the desk with more force than necessary, earning a few startled glances from nearby students. But Izuku didn't react. He didn't even flinch.

Bakugou's teeth clicked together in irritation. 'Enjoy it while you can, Deku. This isn't over.'

...

"Though it was kinda nice having people actually notice me when I walked down the street," Toru admitted with a blush, her voice a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "I've never had so many eyes on me-it was kind of embarrassing."

"It's so weird that people recognized me from TV," Mina chimed in, leaning back in her chair. "Everyone wanted to talk to me or include me in their TikToks. Though, honestly, I kinda wish it wasn't because I got stabbed."

Momo sighed, her tone exasperated but composed. "I understand how you feel. A few... unsavory individuals asked me some rather inappropriate questions about the incident with Midoriya."

Izuku's face turned beet red at the mention, and he stumbled over his words. "Y-Yeah, some people asked me about... er, how they looked..." His gaze darted away from Momo's chest, his embarrassment only growing as he realized what he'd implied.

"Don't worry about it," Kirishima said, grinning in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I'm sure they'll forget about it... eventually."

"Just one day, and now we're total celebrities!" Kaminari said enthusiastically," his arms thrown wide.

"U.A. is amazing," Mineta added, nodding in agreement, though his tone carried a suggestive undertone.

Kyoka crossed her arms and leaned back slightly, her expression skeptical. "It's kind of unsettling, honestly. Fame has its downsides... Though it was nice to have people notice me."

"It's an unusual feeling," Tokoyami said, his tone grave as he folded his hands in front of him. "To have so many shadows cast upon you at once. It's a new form of pressure we must all bear."

"I didn't expect so much attention either," Sato added thoughtfully. "But, I guess it's a sign we did something right."

Toru's voice broke through the group's musings. "Though I'm kind of nervous about the drafts. I didn't do much during the festival, so I doubt I'll get any offers."

"Hey, don't stress about it," Kaminari said, trying to reassure her with a friendly grin. "At least you won't have to be the face of some cheesy advertisement." He muttered the last part under his breath.

"I, for one, am excited to see what internships we're offered," Momo said with a polite smile.

"Yeah! It'll be so cool to see how real pros handle things in their workplaces!" Izuku added, his enthusiasm infectious.

"This is our first big step toward becoming real heroes. I'm so pumped!" Toru cheered, clapping her hands together.

"Hopefully, we don't end up doing meaningless tasks," Kyoka muttered dryly, her tone laced with cynicism.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a downer!" Mina teased, waving a hand dismissively.

Before the conversation could continue, the familiar sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. Mina quickly slid off Izuku's desk, her skirt hiking up slightly as she did, unintentionally flashing him a glimpse of her light-yellow panties before the fabric fell back into place.

Izuku froze, his face heating up like a furnace, and he buried his head in his hands, trying desperately to keep his composure.

The door slid open, and Aizawa entered, his usual tired expression fixed in place.

"Morning,"he greeted in his monotone voice.

"Good morning!"

The class replied in unison, the room instantly quieting as their homeroom teacher took his place at the front.

...

Aizawa surveyed the classroom, his sharp gaze passing over the students now seated and waiting. "We're having a change of scenery today. Follow me. You don't need to bring anything," he said curtly.

The students exchanged curious glances but ultimately shrugged, falling into line behind their teacher. The procession moved through the hallways, taking a series of turns and descending one level before arriving at a spacious, unfamiliar room.

The room was large, with neatly arranged seating mats spread across the floor. To the right of a central podium stood a whiteboard, while the walls were adorned with tasteful decorations and paintings. The atmosphere was serene yet professional.

What immediately caught the students' attention, however, was the presence of Class B, along with Vlad King standing at the front.

"Wonder what this is all about," Kaminari whispered to Kirishima.

"Guess we're about to find out," Kirishima replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Settle down," Vlad King called out as he and Aizawa made their way to the podium. The murmurs died down quickly.

"Today, we're holding a special hero informatics class," Vlad King began. "Class A and Class B will participate together for this session."

"Some of you may already be aware," Aizawa added, his tone calm but firm, "that the number of offers you received is highly unusual. First-year students almost never see numbers like these."

"Your year, however, has received offers comparable to those of third-year students," Vlad King continued. "That being said, like with third years, there is a significant gap between the top finalists and the rest of the class."

With that, Aizawa pulled back the whiteboard to reveal a list of offer totals. The numbers were staggering.

First-Year Students - Number of Offers:

Midoriya: 10,560

Todoroki: 4,123

Yaoyorozu: 1,013

Kendo: 1,013

Pony: 598

Iida: 301

Jirou: 299

Ashido: 298

Monoma: 297

Shiozaki: 286

Kaminari: 272

Uraraka: 250

Tokoyami: 237

Kamakiri: 109

Tsuburaba: 72

Kirishima: 69

"Giggity," Mineta muttered under his breath, snickering as he elbowed Kaminari.

Tetsutetsu: 69

Kaminari grinned mischievously. "Giggity, giggity," he echoed, holding up a hand for a high-five.

Their moment was cut short as Shiozaki's vines whipped out, slapping both of them across the back of their heads. "Show some decorum," she said

Bakugo: 26

Sero: 15

...

The room erupted the moment Izuku's score was revealed.

"EEEEH?! TEN THOUSAND?!"

The combined voices of Classes 1-A and 1-B echoed off the walls.

Aizawa's eyes flared red as his glare swept across the room. The uproar immediately died down, leaving both classes gulping nervously.

'He's terrifying...' Class B collectively thought, beads of sweat forming on their brows.

"In other years, offers have been more evenly distributed," Aizawa began, his tone sharp and matter-of-fact. "But this year, most of the attention has been focused on..." He gestured at the list before fixing his gaze on Izuku. "One of you."

All eyes turned to Izuku, who sat frozen in place, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the board. His hands trembled slightly. "T-That's... so many offers..." he muttered, a stunned expression on his face.

A small, proud smirk broke across his lips before Momo turned toward him with a gracious nod. "Very well done, Midoriya. Your performance was nothing short of remarkable," she said.

"Yeah! You really impressed the pros during the sports festival!" Itsuka chimed in, her tone full of admiration.

"Way to go, Dekiru!" Ochako added enthusiastically, her beaming smile making Izuku's face heat up further.

"T-Thank you!" Izuku stammered, scratching the back of his head with an awkward grin. A faint blush dusted his cheeks. "Though... I'm kinda surprised I got so many, especially after, uh, everything that happened..."

That was when Mineta latched onto his shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. "H-How the heck did you get ten thousand offers? Did the pros suddenly forget you broke your fingers, blew up three freaking stadiums, and beat the living crap out of Bakugo?!"

Izuku's face flushed as he opened his mouth to respond, but Yui's calm, monotone voice cut through the tension.

"Given everything else he's done, none of that matters," Yui stated plainly. "He broke All Might's record, saved all of us at the USJ, fought and defeated a creature designed to kill All Might, and placed first in all three events at the sports festival. One or two incidents involving someone... abrasive"-her gaze flicked briefly to Bakugo-"isn't going to overshadow that much potential. He's a once-in-a-lifetime find for the pros."

Izuku blinked, her matter-of-fact summary leaving him scratching his chin. "W-When you put it like that..."

Before he could finish, Monoma's loud, indignant voice echoed through the room.

"I can't believe this! It's so unfair!" he growled, clutching his hair as his mind spiraled into a rant. 'Class 1-A has ten thousand more offers than Class 1-B!'

His expression quickly shifted to a smirk when he spotted Bakugo's rank. "But at least Pony beat him out," he muttered to himself.

"Gah, it's not fair!" Kaminari groaned, throwing himself back into his chair in exaggerated frustration.

Aoyama, on the other hand, crossed his arms, visibly fuming despite his usual theatrical smile. "And what about moi?" he huffed. "Where are my ten thousand offers?"

Kyoka blinked at the screen displaying her offers, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. "I got offers?" she thought aloud, her voice soft with disbelief.

"Way to go, Kendo!" Tetsutetsu cheered from Class 1-B, pumping his fist in excitement as the rest of his class erupted into applause and cheers.

"You totally deserve it, Kendo!" Pony added, her voice enthusiastic as she clapped.

"Over a thousand offers? That's insane!" Kamakiri exclaimed, crossing his arms but grinning. "I'm a little jealous, not gonna lie."

"Not just you," Yosetsu said with a chuckle. "She's making the rest of us look bad."

Itsuka blinked in surprise before smirking.

Back in Class 1-A, Momo let out a small sigh of relief as she glanced at the board showing her own results. "It appears that my performance in the first round offset my loss in the second," she said, her tone composed but grateful. "Though I'm still quite satisfied with the offers I've received."

"You're amazing, Todoroki," Momo added, turning to her classmate with a smile. "You're just behind Midoriya in the rankings."

Todoroki shrugged, his voice calm but tinged with humility. "Most of them are probably because of my father. Midoriya's the one who deserves the praise-he earned those offers on his own merit."

Izuku's face flushed at the unexpected compliment, and he waved his hands nervously. "T-Todoroki, that's not true! You were incredible during the festival!"

...

"No surprise about Midoriya, but..." Kirishima trailed off, his gaze landing on another name further down the list. His brows furrowed in disbelief. "Whoa, Bakugou barely got any offers."

"What the hell?"Sero said, leaning in to count. "Dude, I nearly beat him!"

"Didn't even break a hundred," Kamakiri said, his tone edged with disbelief.

All eyes turned to Bakugou. His pupils shrunk as he locked onto the number beside his name. His hands trembled, and his face contorted into a mask of rage.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" he bellowed, slamming his desk so hard the room seemed to jolt.

Aizawa, who stood at the front with his arms folded, remained unflinching under Bakugou's seething glare.

"HOW THE HELL DID I GET SO LITTLE OFFERS?!" Bakugou shouted, pointing furiously at the screen. "EXPLAIN, DAMMIT! I WAS IN THE TOP THREE! I SHOULD HAVE THE MOST!"

"Well..." Kaminari muttered awkwardly, glancing at Sero. "He was kinda brutal, but Midoriya fought just as hard, and he got way more offers..."

"Yeah," Kamakiri added, frowning. "But Midoriya only lost his cool once. And that was..."

The realization dawned on the room, and an uncomfortable silence followed.

Sero broke it. "When he fought Bakugou..."

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, his expression apologetic. "If pros think you two can't be in the same agency, they'd probably only pick one of you. And..." He hesitated, glancing nervously at Bakugou. "Well... they'd choose Midoriya."

"Yeah, it's no secret you two have a serious grudge," Kyoka said, her tone sharp as she crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. She cast a sidelong glance at Bakugou, raising a brow. "The pros probably figured dealing with you would be more trouble than it's worth. Can't blame them, honestly."

Her lips curled into a smirk as she tilted her head, her tone growing just a bit smug.

"I mean, who wants to take on a walking, screaming lawsuit waiting to happen?" She gestured toward Bakugou with a lazy wave of her hand, clearly enjoying the chance to dig at him.

Bakugou shot her a fiery glare, his hands trembling as they clenched into fists. Kyoka's smirk only widened. "Hey, don't blow a fuse, Blasty. Save the explosions for the pros who didn't want you."

Bakugou's hands tightened into fists, veins bulging in his arms. His teeth ground together audibly.

"That might be part of it," Aizawa cut in, his voice calm but sharp, "but it's not the whole picture. Pros don't only judge based on the Sports Festival. Agencies received detailed evaluations about your quirks, performance, and behavior."

The class exchanged uneasy glances, murmuring among themselves in realization.

"Oh..." Kaminari said under his breath.

Aizawa's gaze hardened as it settled on Bakugou. "That includes what happens in class, how well you work with others, and any marks on your permanent record. For example..." He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his words settle.

"The Battle Trial incident."

Bakugou's fiery rage seemed to freeze, replaced by a dawning understanding. His hands trembled as he stared down at his desk. The veins in his forehead pulsed, but he said nothing, his jaw clenched tightly shut.

Izuku shifted in his seat, glancing at Bakugou briefly before looking away. A sense of relief washed over him. At least he wouldn't have to worry about interning alongside Bakugou.'That's a relief.'

Bakugou finally spoke, his voice low but seething with venom. "IF THOSE PROS WOULD RATHER HAVE DEKU, THEN SCREW 'EM! THEY'RE JUST WEAK!"

"Yaomomo and Kendo both beat out Pony?" Kyoka asked, raising a brow in surprise as she leaned on her desk.

"Yeah, Pony got third place," Kamakiri confirmed with a grin.

"I mean, Yaoyorozu's strategy basically won Midoriya's team the second event," Shoji pointed out.

"Indeed," Tokoyami said, nodding. "Her fight with Midoriya was a spectacle to behold, and her victory over Bakugou during the cavalry battle certainly caught the attention of the Pros."

Momo flushed a deep red, waving her hands. "I didn't do anything extraordinary! It was a team effort!"

"And Four Arms is like everyone's favorite form," Tetsutetsu chimed in, his voice booming. "That fight was so cool!"

Itsuka ducked her head slightly, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Plus, the way your team worked during the second event," Sato added thoughtfully, "the pros couldn't take their eyes off either of you. No surprise you got so many offers."

"Wow, we got offers!" Ochako suddenly burst out, grabbing Iida by the shoulders and shaking him in her excitement.

"Yes, yes!" Iida said, though his glasses slipped down his nose from the jostling.

"So... many offers..." Izuku muttered, staring at the board. His eyes widened as his mind started racing, and before anyone could stop him, he began to pace, gesturing wildly. "Okay, so I have offers, and there are probably over forty agencies. I need to categorize them by specialties-combat, rescue, logistics-and then research their work from their debuts to their most recent contributions. After that, I-"

"Uh..." Kirishima blinked, exchanging a confused look with Mina.

"Does he always do this?" Vlad King asked, looking at Aizawa.

Aizawa's eye twitched before he lazily grabbed an eraser and lobbed it at Izuku's head. Izuku caught it reflexively mid-ramble.

Izuku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Gah! Sorry!"

"Good reflexes," Aizawa said with a smirk. "Now don't interrupt my class. Save your muttering for later."

"For those of you who didn't receive offers," Vlad King began, addressing both classes, "or if your offers don't align with your training needs, U.A. has partnered with forty hero agencies to provide you with internship opportunities."

"And for that," Aizawa added, "you're going to need code names."

The room exploded into cheers, both Class 1-A and 1-B shouting in unison.

"We're going to do something exciting!"

"Makes sense! During hero work, heroes refer to each other by their code names. It wouldn't be a true workplace experience if we didn't partake as well," Shishida said enthusiastically, adjusting his glasses.

"True," Yanagi added with a nod. "It's important to establish a strong, professional image early on."

"Yeah, but what if someone picks something cringey? Like... 'Lord Explosion Murder'?" Kamakiri teased, shooting a sly look at Bakugo.

"Watch your mouth, bug-boy, or I'll send you flying," Bakugo snapped, his usual glare intensified.

"All right, settle down. Now." Aizawa's sharp tone instantly quieted both classes, though the lingering excitement in the room was palpable.

"I'm absolutely terrible at hero names," Aizawa admitted, rubbing his temples. "I struggled with my own before Present Mic finally gave me mine." He yawned and leaned back. "So, while you're working on this, I'll be taking the nap I so desperately need. Take this seriously..." Aizawa said as the door slid open loudly.

"Or you'll have hell to pay later!" Midnight swaggered into the class, her hips swaying sensually with each step. Her tight leotard costume hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

Mineta and Kaminari were practically drooling, their eyes fixed on her assets.

Midnight's sultry voice commanded attention. "Your codename is forever, so choose wisely... or you'll be stuck with something..." She paused, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, leaving them glistening. "... Utterly Indecent."

The boys' faces turned bright red, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Midnight's knowing smile hinted that she was well aware of the effect she had on them.

Midnight sighed and stepped forward. "As Aizawa has so eloquently demonstrated, you need to be careful when choosing a hero name. Especially for this class. Media attention is already on you, and the name you pick now might stick with you for your entire career."

"Exactly," Vlad King chimed in. "When choosing your hero name, think about the image you want to project. A lot of third-years regret their choices because they didn't take this seriously. Don't make the same mistake."

"And don't overcomplicate it," Aizawa added, half-closing his eyes. "Simple and easy to remember is key. Got it?"

"Yes, sensei!" both classes chorused.

"Good! Take these whiteboards and start brainstorming," Midnight instructed, handing them out. "Write down some ideas, test them out, and get feedback from your classmates. Now get to work!"

Izuku grabbed his whiteboard and sat down, confidence gleaming in his eyes. ''This should be easy," he muttered to himself. "I've already named all my aliens, so-" He froze mid-thought, biting the cap of his marker as he stared at the blank board.

Momo and Yui sat down beside him, followed closely by Ochako, Itsuka, and Kyoka. As soon as Momo settled into her seat, Izuku stiffened, his face turning scarlet as he quickly averted his gaze.

"Huh?" Ochako blinked, tilting her head at his sudden reaction.

Kyoka raised a brow, immediately suspicious. "What's with you?" she asked bluntly.

The group turned to Momo, who was now fidgeting nervously, her own cheeks a deep shade of red.

"A-Are you guys okay?" Kyoka asked again, her sharp hearing picking up the rapid thudding of their heartbeats.

"Y-Yeah! It's just, uh... hot in here. Really... stuffed," Izuku stammered, tugging at his collar like it was strangling him.

Yui calmly reached out and patted his head, her expression unreadable. "Izuku."

Izuku sighed, slumping forward. "I know, I know. I'm a terrible liar."

Momo looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she tried to focus on her board. The others exchanged curious glances but decided not to press further.

"You two are so weird," Kyoka muttered, smirking as she leaned back in her chair.

A few minutes passed, and both Izuku and Momo finally composed themselves. Izuku scribbled something down on his board, glancing at the others to see what they were working on. Izuku

""You alright, Dekiru?" Ochako asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she leaned closer to Izuku.

"Yeah," Izuku replied with a small nod. "I have a name in mind, but I'm not sure it represents everything I can do." His brows furrowed slightly, the weight of the decision clear on his face.

"Not surprising. You probably named all your forms already, didn't you?" Kyoka asked with a smirk, casually leaning back in her chair.

"Well... yeah," Izuku admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "It's kind of fun coming up with superhero names for them. Each one has a specific ability, so naming them is easier. But for my own name... it's harder. It has to encompass everything I stand for, not just one aspect."

"That makes sense," Ochako said thoughtfully. "Your name has to feel like... you, right?"

"Exactly!" Izuku said, his enthusiasm shining through. "What about you guys? Have you decided on your names yet?" He glanced around at the group, curiosity lighting up his eyes.

Kendo grinned confidently, clenching her fist. "I'm going with The Battle Hero: Battle Fist!"

Izuku blinked at her for a moment before tilting his head. "Really? That's pretty simplistic."

Before Kendo could respond, Kyouka chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Cough... Four Arms... Cough."

Izuku's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his hands in mock surrender. "I retract my earlier statement!" he said, his voice laced with panic.

The group burst into laughter, the lighthearted moment breaking the tension in the air.

"Okay, jokes aside," Momo said, her voice calm but tinged with amusement. She turned toward Yui, who was silently tapping the whiteboard. "What about you, Kodai? Have you thought of anything?"

Yui tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "I have one, but I'm still not sure about it."

As the conversation picked up, chatter echoed around the room as everyone threw out ideas and shared their thoughts on hero names.

"I'm not sure what I should go with myself," Kyoka admitted, her fingers idly fiddling with her earphone jacks.

"Ooh! What about Siren?" Yui suggested, her tone quiet but direct.

Kyoka perked up at that, blinking in surprise. "Siren, huh? That's... not bad."

Yanagi nodded in agreement, her calm voice chiming in. "You have a cool singing voice, and with that new sonic move you've been working on, it's pretty fitting."

Kyoka looked thoughtful, her lips curving into a small smile. "Not bad at all... I kinda like it." She paused, tapping her chin. "But wait, isn't there already a hero called Siren?"

Izuku nodded. "Actually, there's a villain by that name. She's a big deal overseas."

Kyoka slumped, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Ugh. Not sure I want to be associated with a villain."

Yanagi shifted her gaze to Izuku. "What about you, Midoriya? What name are you thinking of?"

"I have one in mind," Izuku said, his voice quiet as he glanced at the notebook on his desk. "I'm not ready to share it yet, though. What about you?"

Yanagi's pale fingers tapped rhythmically on her notebook. "I kind of want my name to feel... spooky."

"That suits you," Kyoka said with a grin, earning a small nod from Yanagi.

"If you don't have one yet," Yanagi continued, her voice soft but deliberate, "I have a suggestion."

Izuku tilted his head curiously. "Oh? What is it?"

Yanagi's lips curved into a faint smile. "How about Henshin no Kami?"

Izuku blinked, his eyes widening slightly. "Like... The God of Transformation?"

Yanagi nodded once, her gaze steady. "It fits, doesn't it? Considering how many forms you have and how you embody adaptability."

Izuku's face turned thoughtful, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks at the compliment. "That's... wow. That's actually a really cool name."

"It's fitting for someone like you," Yanagi added, her tone calm but earnest.

Izuku smiled, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks, Yanagi. I'll definitely think about it. But...I think I know which one I have in mind."

As the discussion carried on, the group continued throwing ideas around, each suggestion bringing them closer to names that truly represented who they were and the heroes they wanted to become.

...

"Alright, kids, you guys can begin presenting your names if you're ready," Midnight announced with a grin, clearly excited to see what the students had come up with.

Kirishima leaned forward, glancing nervously at his classmates. "Wait, were you presenting these?!" he thought, unsure of how to even start.

"Oh, man, who has the guts to go up first?" Sero thought, glancing around to see who would take the plunge.

"And with Monoma around, you know he's gonna bash our names," Sato mused quietly, bracing for the inevitable.

"Ugh, you just know he's gonna get all smug about it too," Mina groaned, crossing her arms.

Aoyama, however, stood up confidently, his sparkling demeanor drawing everyone's attention. "Fear not, my dear classmates! Allow me to go first!"

The room fell silent as Aoyama strode to the podium, his board held dramatically against his chest. With a flourish, he began, "The Shining Hero..." He flipped the board with a theatrical spin. "I Cannot Stop Twinkling!"

The silence that followed was filled with blank stares and deadpanned expressions from both classes.

'It's a sentence, not a name!' everyone thought in unison.

Midnight raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to keep it together. "It'd be better this way," she said while writing on the board. "Take away the 'I' and shorten the 'Can not' to 'Can't.'"

"Splendid, Mademoiselle," Aoyama beamed, looking proudly at the revised name. He walked back to his seat, glowing with satisfaction, as the rest of the class exchanged puzzled looks.

"She approved it!?" Class 1-A murmured in disbelief. Just then, a scoff echoed from the back of the room, and Monoma stood up, rolling his eyes in dramatic fashion.

"Well, of course, Class 1-A would come up with something so... uninspired," Monoma drawled as he walked to the podium, his expression a mix of smugness and faux pity. "Your lack of creativity is a true tragedy compared to Class 1-B's brilliance."

"Hey, we're creative!" Kaminari shouted, unable to hold his frustration any longer, but Monoma paid him no mind.

"Now, this is a hero's name!" Monoma declared with a grin, finally flipping his board to reveal the name. "The Copy Cat Hero: The Phantom Thief!"

"...Dammit! That name is awesome!" Class A thought in unison, though no one dared to admit it out loud.

However, Class B couldn't hide their enthusiasm.

"Woah! Way to go, Monoma!" Awase exclaimed, trying to hide his smile behind his hand but clearly impressed.

"Pretty cool name, dude!" Setsuna shouted with a wide, toothy grin, her eyes practically sparkling. "I mean, it's Monoma, but... I'll give credit where it's due."

Monoma basked in the praise, standing tall with a smug grin plastered across his face as his classmates cheered.

"That's how you do it! No one can beat that!" Tetsutetsu shouted, nodding in agreement as he clapped Monoma on the back.

Even Kendo couldn't suppress a small smile, though she made an effort to hide it. "Nice one, Monoma. I gotta admit, that was good."

Midnight gave the official approval, and Monoma strutted back to his seat, still soaking in the glory.

Class A, on the other hand, gritted their teeth. Some crossed their arms in frustration, while others simply glared at him.

Monoma turned toward them with an exaggerated smirk, clearly enjoying every second of their discomfort. "Oh, what's the matter, Class 1-A? Can't come up with something half as cool?" he taunted.

"Guys, we can't let Class B, specifically Monoma, show us up!" Mina shouted as she stood from her seat, fists clenched and fire in her eyes.

"Yeah!" Class A responded enthusiastically, though their grumbles were laced with a sense of competitive urgency.

Kendo, trying to keep the situation light, raised a hand. "You know, this doesn't have to be a competition," she said with a bemused smile, but her voice was drowned out by the rising energy from Class A.

"Not listening, Kendo! We can't let Monoma get the last laugh!" Kaminari shouted.

"Okie dokie, let me go next!" Mina said, practically bouncing to the podium with enthusiasm. She flipped her board with a dramatic flourish. "My codename: Alien Queen!"

The room fell silent for a moment before Midnight raised her hands in alarm. "Wait! Hold on-you mean that horrible monster with acidic blood from those old sci-fi movies?! Absolutely not! That is not happening!"

Mina's confident smile faltered as she slumped in disappointment. "Aw, man... Me and Midori were going to be Alien King and Queen," she mumbled under her breath, low enough that no one caught it.

"HAHAHAHA!" Monoma burst out from Class 1-B, pointing at Mina. "You made that big speech, and this is the name you came up with? It's as bad as the first one-"

A swift neck chop silenced him mid-taunt, his body hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"Nope," Itsuka said flatly, shaking her hand out as she glared down at him. "Don't mind him. Please, continue."

Mina gave her a small thumbs-up before sulking back toward her seat. As she walked, Izuku suddenly perked up, a thought forming in his mind.

"Uh... Mina?" Izuku called out hesitantly. She stopped halfway and turned back to him, curious.

"How about... the P.H. Heroine: Amina Acid?" he suggested, his tone unsure but hopeful.

Mina froze, staring at him with wide eyes. The room went silent as everyone looked between the two. Izuku, now realizing how quiet it had gotten, began to panic.

"I-I-I mean!" he stammered, waving his hands nervously. "It's just a play on words! You know, like pH levels in acid, and amino acid... a-and it matches your name, Mina, and-oh no, it's dumb, forget I said anything-"

Before he could finish, Mina's face lit up with a bright smile. "Midori! I love it!" she exclaimed, running over to him.

Before Izuku could react, Mina hugged him tightly, causing him to go rigid as his face was unceremoniously squished into her chest. "Mina! Wait-!"

Since Izuku was seated, his face was pressed between Mina's ample breasts, causing Mineta to look on in discomfort. Mina's chest pressed against Izuku's face, her warmth and scent enveloping him.

The class burst into a mix of cheers and laughter, with Kaminari and Sero hooting loudly in the background.

"WHY DOES HE GET ALL THE LUCK?!" Mineta wailed dramatically from his seat, earning a glare from Itsuka.

"Can we not have a public display of affection during class?" Aizawa grumbled from his sleeping bag, his tone flat but clearly annoyed. He shot the two a knowing look, recalling the time he almost caught them during a late-night dance lesson.

"Don't be a prude," Midnight teased, glancing toward the teacher. "Let the kids have their fun. I'm personally rooting for Yaoyorozu, though," she added with a wink, her voice dripping with amusement.

The rest of the class exchanged confused glances, unsure of why Midnight had brought up Momo, but they quickly shrugged it off, figuring it was just one of her odd remarks.

She practically skipped back to the podium, her grin wider than ever. Holding up her board, she exclaimed, "The P.H. Heroine: Amina Acid!"

Midnight nodded approvingly, clearly impressed. "Hmm... A clever play on words, fits your Quirk, and it's unique. Approved!"

Mina walked back to her seat, beaming as Class 1-A erupted into cheers for her. "Way to go, Ashido!" Kirishima shouted.

"Super creative!" Ochako added with a smile.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, still trying to recover from the hug. "I-I'm glad you like it," he muttered, his cheeks still red.

Next up was Tsuyu, who confidently stepped forward. "The Rainy Season Hero: Froppy," she said plainly.

Her straightforward delivery was met with loud cheers from Class 1-A.

"Great name, Tsuyu!" Kirishima exclaimed, giving her a thumbs-up.

"Totally suits you!" Ochako added with a big smile.

Meanwhile, Monoma scowled, muttering under his breath. "Dammit, 1-A is winning again..."

"Didn't Kendo knock you out earlier?" Shiozaki asked innocently, earning a chorus of snickers from Class 1-B.

Monoma shot her a betrayed look but wisely chose not to respond.

With Tsuyu's name approved, the presentations continued, though the results were a mixed bag.

"Abyssal King of Darkness," Kuroiro declared, holding his head high.

Kinoko, sitting nearby, couldn't help but giggle quietly. "A little childish... but cute," she thought, but Midnight, ever the tough critic, was having none of it.

"Too edgy, what are you, twelve?" she shot back, rolling her eyes.

A few snickers rippled through the class, and Kuroiro looked a little put off, but he shrugged it off.

"King Explosion Murder!" Bakugou yelled, slamming his hand on the desk with so much force the entire room seemed to feel it.

"No," Midnight said firmly, cutting him off before he could continue. "That's just... no."

Bakugou stormed back to his seat, muttering curses under his breath as Kaminari and Kirishima struggled not to burst into laughter.

Then came Yui. She walked up to the podium with her usual calm, stoic expression. "Size Queen," she said simply, flipping her board around for all to see.

The room froze.

Midnight blinked. "Are you messing with me? I feel like you're messing with me."

Yui tilted her head slightly. "I don't know. Am I?"

There was a beat of silence before the class erupted into laughter. Mina collapsed onto her desk, clutching her sides, while Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair.

"She just said that with a straight face!" Mina howled, wiping tears from her eyes.

Even Aizawa, who had been stoically observing from his sleeping bag, let out a faint snort. Izuku buried his face in his hands, his cheeks flushed with secondhand embarrassment. "Why would she even...?" he muttered.

"You've got guts, Kodai," Midnight finally said, trying to suppress a grin. "I respect that. But no."

The class, clearly emboldened, began pitching increasingly absurd names to see how far they could push their teachers.

"The Tape Hero: Bandage Man!" Sero declared, earning a mix of groans and giggles.

"The Drill That Will Pierce The Heavens!"

Midnight was on the verge of bursting into full-blown laughter, but remained composed, though Aizawa, who was tucked in his sleeping bag, couldn't hold it in and chuckled softly.

When Todoroki stood up and presented his name, everyone paused in anticipation.

"The Frosted Hero, Snowjob."

The class was completely undone, many of them wiping away tears from laughing so hard. Some were holding their sides, others were just staring in shock at Todoroki, who had clearly not expected his name to land like that.

Sero and Kaminari exchanged knowing grins, trying to hide their amusement, though it was obvious they were behind this little prank.

After a while, the laughter began to die down, and the atmosphere shifted toward more serious names.

"Jet-Black Hero, Tsukuyomi!" Tsukuyomi declared, standing tall and proud.

"Softening Hero, Mudman," another student announced with a shrug, drawing a few impressed nods from the class.

"Hearing Hero, Earphone Jack," Kyouka said with a soft sigh, her voice a little quieter than usual. She immediately felt the eyes of her classmates on her, and while their praise was appreciated, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by it.

"Pretty cool name," Mina commented, giving Kyouka a thumbs up. "Though naming it after your quirk is pretty smart."

Kyouka gave a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, I've thought about it ever since I was a kid. But... aren't you going to name yourself after the Omnitrix?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Izuku blinked, clearly confused by the question. "I mean, you turn into actual aliens," Kyouka continued. "I-I just thought you'd pick something like that... maybe like 'Alien Hero' or something."

Izuku tilted his head, considering her suggestion. "Mhm..." His mind wandered for a moment, and soon, a smile spread across his face. "Actually, that might not be a bad idea."

The names continued, with each student presenting their unique hero names, some receiving more cheers than others. As the list dwindled, Midnight glanced down at her clipboard, making a note of the progress.

"Choosing hero names is going more smoothly than expected," Midnight said with a satisfied nod. "All that's left is Bakugou, who desperately needs to rethink his, and Iida-oh, and Midoriya, right?" She glanced up at the class, raising an eyebrow as if to confirm the remaining names.

Izuku, who had been quietly writing down his hero name, caught the last part of Midnight's statement. He tried to keep his name hidden, quickly covering it up when Yui tried to sneak a peek. Yui leaned in closer, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, the same look that could melt anyone's resolve, but Izuku was having none of it.

"I-I'm not showing you yet, Yui!" he said, trying to hide the paper in his hands. He managed to remain strong, even though the puppy eyes were definitely working on him.

"Come on, just let me see!" Yui whined, still giving him the pleading look, but Izuku held his ground, a determined expression on his face.

"Midnight-sensei, I'm ready!" Izuku called out with a forced grin, hoping the distraction would work in his favor. Yui shot him one last pleading look before throwing her hands up in defeat.

...

"Alright then, c'mon up here and show us your codename," Midnight said, her tone playful yet expectant as she gestured for Izuku to step forward. Izuku bolted from his seat, determination shining in his eyes. Behind him, Yui let out a soft huff of disappointment, crossing her arms. "I wanted to see his hero name first..." she thought, pouting slightly.

"This is it! My hero name... I've thought about this for so long!" Izuku thought, his heart pounding as he stood before the class. Taking a deep breath, he turned his board around with a flourish.

With a deep breath, he announced proudly, "Dekiru 10: The Alien Force!"

For a moment, there was stunned silence.

In his seat, Bakugou scowled, his fists clenched tightly against his thighs. The word "useless" echoed in his mind, gnawing at him like a curse. But as he glanced at Deku-no, Midoriya-beaming under the weight of his bold new name, the thought stabbed deeper.

'Useless doesn't suit him anymore,' Bakugou admitted bitterly, his jaw tightening as the realization sank in. 'If he's useless... then what the hell does that make me? I'm not useless. The damn nerd may be ahead of me but I'll catch up.'

Across the room, Ochako's face turned bright red, her heart skipping several beats when Izuku turned to flash her a warm smile.

'Why is he so proud and adorable at the same time?! Don't smile like that, you dork! You're gonna give me a heart attack!' she thought, fanning her face subtly as she tried to keep her composure.

"Dekiru?" Kirishima asked, tilting his head curiously. "So, like... 'I can do it'? That's a pretty manly name! But also kinda... bold, don't you think?"

"Yeah, dude," Sero chimed in, leaning forward in his seat. "Are you sure about that? Hero names are forever, y'know."

"It has a nice ring to it," Pony said with a cheerful smile. "Dekiru doesn't sound bad at all!"

"Shroom? Dekiru? Isn't that a little... arrogant?" Kinoko said with a small frown, twirling a strand of her hair.

"Calling yourself 'I can do it' is kinda arrogant, to say the least," Kyoka deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was sarcastic but carried a hint of intrigue.

"Quite bold of Midoriya," Shiozaki added with a calm, measured tone. "But as heroes, humility is a virtue. A name that exudes confidence is fine, but some might perceive it as vain if not balanced carefully."

Midnight nodded, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Shiozaki has a point. While I find the name impressive and ambitious," she said, glancing at Izuku, "it does come across as a little boastful. Especially with the '10.' It could make it seem like you're claiming to be ten times better than anyone else."

Izuku's face flushed slightly at the critiques, but he took a moment to breathe and smile, his expression filled with determination. "I understand what you're saying," he said earnestly, looking around at his classmates and teacher. "But that's why I chose it. I know how it might sound, but I want to live up to it. I want to be the kind of hero that people can always count on. Someone who can rise to any challenge. I want there to be no doubt-if I'm there, I can do it. And I believe I can live up to that name."

The room went quiet for a moment as his words sank in.

...

The girls exchanged glances, a mix of emotions flickering across their faces. Jealousy gnawed at them knowing that Izuku's chosen hero name was influenced by Ochako, yet there was also a sense of pride. He'd taken something that was once a source of ridicule and turned it into a name that represented strength and determination.

Midnight smirked as she regarded Izuku, her eyes glinting with playful approval. "Quite the bold hero name," she purred, leaning slightly forward. "If you think you can live up to it, then it's... approved!" Her voice was laced with excitement, and she finished her statement with a sly wink.

She punctuated her approval with a playful wink, which caused Izuku's face to turn bright pink. His head dipped into a quick bow as he stammered a thank-you before hurrying back to his seat.

Bakugou, who had been silently fuming, slammed his hand on the desk as he stood up. "Tch. Outta my way, nerd," he growled, brushing past Izuku to the podium.

Bakugou, now fuming, shot out of his chair and stomped to the front. "LORD EXPLOSION MURDER!"

Midnight didn't even blink. "Still no."

...

Midnight sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she fixed her gaze on Aizawa and Vlad King. "Aizawa, Kan," she called, her tone carrying an ominous edge.

The two teachers turned toward her, momentarily startled by her unusually serious demeanor.

"You know what we talked about," Midnight continued, her voice lowering but no less intense.

The background chatter continued as Kirishima tried suggesting another hero name to Bakugou, who yelled in frustration.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple. "I know you don't like it, but it has to be done," Midnight pressed, her words clearly directed at him.

Reluctantly, Aizawa unzipped his sleeping bag, his expression unreadable. "Alright, everyone, listen up!" His sharp voice cut through the noise, drawing the attention of both classes.

"This evening, we'll be having an important meeting," he began. "Attendance is mandatory. Meet back here at 19:00. Well... almost all of you."

The cryptic remark made everyone exchange uneasy glances. The room buzzed with whispered speculation.

Aizawa's eyes landed on Izuku. "Midoriya, you'll report to All Might and Nezu at the designated time instead."

Before the students could bombard him with questions, Vlad King stepped forward, his deep voice silencing the room. "No questions," he stated firmly. "Everything will be explained when the time comes."

The tension in the room thickened as students whispered among themselves, trying to guess the purpose of the meeting.

Aizawa, however, moved on without hesitation. "Now that everyone has decided on their hero names, let's get back to the topic of internships."

Vlad nodded and took over. "Internships will last for a week. For those of you who received offers from Pros, you'll be given a personalized list of agencies to choose from. Those without offers will select from forty agencies across the country that are accepting interns."

Midnight stepped forward, her usual playful tone absent. "Each agency specializes in different aspects of hero work. Some focus on rescue operations, like Thirteen, while others handle Villain apprehension or specialized combat training."

"Think carefully about your decision," Aizawa added. "This isn't just about improving your skills but also shaping the kind of hero you want to be."

Vlad nodded. "You don't want to make a rushed choice. Many second and third years regret their decisions because they didn't consider their goals carefully enough."

"Yes, sir!" the students replied in unison, though some still looked apprehensive.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class.

"Turn in your choices before the weekend," Aizawa reminded them, picking up his sleeping bag as if to retreat for another nap.

"We've only got two days?!" Sero exclaimed, slumping in his seat.

"Yes," Aizawa said, pausing at the doorway to glance back. "And if I were you, I'd make my decision quickly. The clock's ticking.""With that, he left the room, sleeping bag in tow.

Kaminari slumped over his desk, groaning dramatically. "Two days isn't enough time to figure this out!"

Midnight stretched languidly, returning to her usual flirtatious self."Toodles~" she waved them goodbye.

...

Izuku was buried in a comedically large stack of papers, muttering to himself as he flipped through each one with increasing speed. "There are 10,000 heroes... I need to analyze each one... their specialties, skills, impact, popularity... and I should also break them apart by agencies, focusing on..." His voice trailed off as he continued his task, clearly trying to organize the endless list. "Ugh, this is so much work," he grumbled under his breath, his frustration mounting.

"It's practically an art." Ochako, Ojiro, Mina, and Mineta all chimed in unison, nodding in agreement.

Yui, who had been quietly observing, deadpanned, "Finally, someone gets

She walked up to Izuku without asking, she reached down and pulled a few of the papers from his hands, causing him to snap out of his muttering.

"Y-Yui-" Izuku stammered, looking up in surprise, his green eyes wide.

Yui didn't look at him, instead scanning the papers. "Listen, you're probably looking for a place with experience, right? The agencies with the most exposure to pro work and the kind of people who know how to get things done. The lower ranks at these places, though? They're just gonna want to say they trained the famous U.A. student-'The winner of the sports festival.' Don't waste your time with them." she said bluntly, "Find the ones that are actually useful. The others are just looking to boost their own reputation. Simple as that."

Izuku blinked, still processing her words. "That's a bit ruthless, don't you think?"

Momo, who had been listening, nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, I think Yui has a point. Some agencies just want to use your name to boost their reputation. If you're looking for someone who can really teach you, you'll need to dig deeper."

Yui gave a satisfied nod. "See? When the smartest girl agrees, you know I'm right."

...

"That aside, interning with a U.A. student-especially for lower-ranked agencies-will definitely bolster their reputation," Momo muttered thoughtfully, more to herself than anyone else. "But some of these pros may not have the skillset to train you effectively. With your range of abilities, it's going to be difficult to find someone who can handle the versatility of your quirk."

Izuku nodded slowly, knowing exactly what she meant. It wasn't just about finding someone with enough experience-it was about finding the right experience.

Ochako, who had been listening intently, leaned in. "Oh, right. With all your transformations, who's even gonna want to take you on?" she said, a slight frown on her face. "It must be hard to find someone who can actually teach you, with everything you can do."

Kyoka, from her spot across the room, chimed in with a teasing smirk. "Yeah, it's not like there's some guy out there with multiple quirks who can help you with all that, right?" Her voice was dry, a little amused at the thought.

Izuku furrowed his brows, deep in thought. He had to admit, they were right-it wasn't going to be easy finding someone who could help him master the full range of his abilities.

Then, the thought hit him. One person did come to mind. "Wait... there is someone who has multiple quirks who could teach me," he muttered quietly, his voice darkening slightly.

'I can only think of one person who could possibly train me with using multiple quirks is someone who's training a manchild to kill me and wants to my quirk and he'll do anything to get it.' Izuku thought.'Not exactly the mentor I'm looking for.'

Shaking his head, Izuku spoke aloud, "Thanks for the advice, Yui. I think I know what to do, but, uh... mind helping me go through this when you have some free time? Getting through all this is gonna be a Herculean task."

Yui looked at him with an almost unreadable expression, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "Sure, it would be my pleasure." She moved closer, standing beside him. "Scootch."

Before Izuku could react, she smoothly slid onto the seat next to him, making sure to get uncomfortably close as she settled in.

...

"So, Yaomomo, have you decided on a hero name yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Momo gave a thoughtful hum, then nodded. "Well, Uwabami did send me an offer, and I'm seriously considering it," she replied, her voice filled with contemplation.

Itsuka's eyes lit up with interest. "Really? I got an offer from her too! Maybe we should go together?" she suggested, her tone a little more upbeat.

Momo shrugged lightly. "It could be nice. At least I'd have someone I know with me."

Meanwhile, Mineta wore a perverted grin as his eyes flicked between Momo and Itsuka. He couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they went to Uwabami-he'd be in for a treat. The idea made his mind race with thoughts he'd rather not admit.

But then, a flicker of guilt crossed his face.

He remembered the promise he'd made to himself: to try and be less of a creep, to stop making others uncomfortable with his fantasies. He didn't want to just be the guy who ogled his classmates and made everything awkward.

In that moment, he took a deep breath, swallowing his desires. Instead of staying silent and letting them go, he spoke up.

"Is that really a good idea?" Mineta asked.

"Mineta, what do you mean?" Shoji asked, raising an eyebrow, while Itsuka and Momo both turned to look at him, confused by his sudden comment.

Mineta sighed, clearly reluctant to speak but feeling like he had to warn them. "Look, I've been following Uwabami for a while now, and when she interns students, she usually has them do makeup and modeling for her products. You know, things like that. And she tends to choose cute girls for it-" He was practically salivating at the thought, the lecherous grin returning to his face.

He wiped his mouth."Sorry. Anyways."

"I remember this one blue-haired girl, like, two years ago-she was a goddess! Seriously, she was so hot!" Mineta's voice was practically a whisper, as if he was reminiscing over the most wonderful memory."So... Maybe don't go to her? You'll only end up being a model because of your pretty face. Doubt you'll learn anything."

The entire group stood still for a moment, stunned into silence. Even Izuku had to blink in disbelief, rubbing his eyes. "D-Did Mineta just... save them from doing modeling?"

"Y-Yeah," Kyoka said, blinking in surprise. "I can't believe it either."

"O-Okay, I didn't imagine that, right?" Ochako added, her confusion matching the others'.

Itsuka let out a quiet laugh, her expression turning thoughtful. "Well, I was considering Uwabami... but now I'm not so sure."

Momo raised an eyebrow at Mineta, still processing what he said. "I'm surprised you actually told us. I thought you'd keep that kind of thing to yourself and, I don't know, do... whatever you do when you're in your room by yourself," she said, her tone was filled with innocence.

The guys and some of the girls exchanged knowing looks, clearly aware of Mineta's habits that Momo remained oblivious to.

Sero grinned, clearly sensing an opportunity.

"I'm gonna tell her,"

"Don't you dare!" Mina and Setsuna immediately shot back in unison, their voices full of warning.

...

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around, and the class had gathered in the classroom to discuss their internship decisions. The weight of it all seemed to be weighing on some, and Izuku, in particular, groaned as he slouched in his chair, his face buried in his hands. Piles of papers were scattered across his desk, each representing a different agency he was considering, and it was all starting to feel overwhelming.

Mina, chewing on the cap of her pen, broke the silence. "So, you guys decided on what Pro hero agency you're going to?" she asked casually, though her own decision was still up in the air.

"I'm going to the Forth Kind agency with Tetsutetsu! Here I come, baby! The real man is ready!" Kirishima shouted with a huge grin, pumping his fist in the air.

"I'm going to Sulkie," Tsuyu said with a thoughtful look, her finger tapping her chin.

Momo sighed as she flipped through her list, a puzzled look on her face. "I've still not decided," she admitted, her brow furrowed in thought.

Izuku, his face still flat on the desk, perked up at the sound of her voice and suggested kindly, "Why not go to Fatgum?" His voice was muffled, but his words were clear. He clicked his pen distractedly, glancing over his piles of options.

One pile contained the top 60 heroes, which had been narrowed down by himself and Kodai, and the other was a much larger pile of miscellaneous choices.

Momo blinked in surprise. "Fat Gum?"

"Yeah," Izuku said, sitting up straighter and clicking his pen as the idea struck him. "Since your Quirk revolves around converting energy from your fat cells to create objects, Fat Gum's agency might be a perfect fit for you. His Quirk works in a similar way-he uses his body's fat for both defense and offense. Not only does he absorb energy from attacks, but he can also release that energy in powerful counterattacks. Plus, he's a pro at managing the balance between burning fat for his abilities and keeping up his reserves. You could learn a lot from him about efficiency, stamina management, and how to make the most of your Quirk's potential without overexerting yourself. You could learn lot since you both eat a ton of food."

Momo blinked, caught off guard by how much thought Izuku had put into his suggestion. She found Fat Gum's name on her list and stared at it, her fingers brushing over the text. "That... does make sense," she admitted hesitantly.

Though her blush deepened when Izuku's comment about eating "a ton of food" echoed in her mind.

"Huh? Lucky you, Momo! Imagine all the delicious food you'll get to eat!" Mina teased, leaning over with a wide grin.

Momo forced a polite smile, but her reluctance was evident.

Mineta, predictably, decided to ruin the moment. "No way! I can't let my goddess turn into some chubby-"

Before he could finish, Tsuyu's tongue lashed out, smacking him across the face, while Izuku stood up and delivered a precise neck chop that knocked him out cold.

"That takes care of that," Izuku muttered, shaking his head as he returned to his seat.

Despite the intervention, Momo still looked conflicted, her fingers lingering on the paper.

"Hey, don't let what Mineta said get to you," Kyoka spoke up, her tone blunt but not unkind. She crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. "The benefits outweigh the risks, and even if you gain a little weight, who cares? You'd still be, well... you."

Momo gave a small nod, but her hesitation didn't fade.

Mina leaned closer, lowering her voice to a soft whisper. "You know, it was Midoriya's idea," she said gently, her tone a mix of teasing and sincerity. "He's always looking out for you, you know. Honestly, he probably wouldn't care about the weight thing at all-he'd still think you're beautiful."

Momo's eyes widened slightly at Mina's words, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. She glanced at Izuku, who was now engrossed in flipping through his own stack of papers, completely oblivious to the impact his suggestion had on her.

Mina gave Momo a small, knowing smile, her eyes glinting with unspoken understanding. Momo glanced away, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as a faint blush dusted her cheeks.

The moment passed quietly between them, a subtle acknowledgment that needed no words.

"You're right," Momo said, flicking her hair back with newfound resolve. "I can't let that little creep's words get to me. Fat Gum it is."

"Glad to see you've decided," Tsuyu said in her steady, matter-of-fact tone. "Now, anyone else still undecided?"

As the conversation moved on, Momo glanced back at her list. Her fingers brushed over Fat Gum's name, and she silently resolved, I'll make the most of this internship-not just for myself, but because Midoriya believed in me.

...

"Actually, I've decided!" Ochako announced excitedly, her hand shooting into the air like she'd just aced a test.

"Really?" Mina leaned in, her curiosity piqued.

"Where?" Ojiro added, turning his head toward her.

"Battle Hero: Gunhead's agency," Ochako replied confidently, a determined glint in her eyes.

"Wait, really? I totally thought you were aiming to be a hero like Thirteen," Izuku said, his voice filled with surprise. From everything he'd learned about her, she'd always talked about being a rescue hero.

Ochako nodded, her expression firm. "That's still the plan, but after fighting Bakugou at the Sports Festival, I realized I need to be stronger first. Gunhead's martial arts style suits my Quirk! The more I know, the more possibilities I'll have. If I only focused on rescue, I'd have such a narrow perspective."

Izuku smiled, admiration lighting up his face. "That's a great mindset, Uraraka."

Ochako scratched her cheek, her expression turning slightly sheepish. "Well, there's a little... complication. Nothing major, but it's just a bit scary."

"Huh?" Mina asked, leaning in closer.

Ochako hesitated before letting out a nervous laugh. "W-Well, after a mutant bird crashed into his agency..."

All eyes turned toward Izuku, who immediately slumped in his seat, his face burning with embarrassment.

"...his agency got relocated to Hosu," Ochako finished.

"Hosu? As in where the Hero Killer was active?" Kaminari asked, miming a throat-slitting gesture that earned him a glare from Itsuka.

"Yeah, but that was just in a small part of the city," Izuku quickly reassured. "The odds of running into him are slim, and it's been quiet there since Stain murder spree."

"Still, it's best you steer clear of Hosu altogether," Yui said, her usual bluntness cutting through the conversation. She turned to Izuku with a pointed look. "Trouble follows you like a magnet. The last thing we need is you crossing paths with a serial killer."

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Okay, yeah, staying far away from Hosu."

"So, have you guys decided yet?" Itsuka asked, trying to shift the focus.

"I'm still narrowing it down," Izuku admitted, flipping through his stack of offers.

"I think I've made my decision. Shroom," Kinoko said softly, her cheeks pink as she clutched her list.

"Bleh, we've still got time to think about it," Setsuna said with a lazy grin, leaning back in her chair.

"Tsuyu and I are helping Pony with her choices," Mina said, gesturing toward the blonde, who was staring at her massive list with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.

Pony tilted her head in confusion, her expression so innocent it made everyone coo. "Being from America, I barely know any of these heroes. It's overwhelming."

"How can someone so confused look that adorable?" Kaminari muttered, his question directed to no one in particular as Pony's clueless look intensified.

"Don't worry, Pony," Tsuyu said as she walked over, her tone calm and steady. "We'll help you figure it out."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," Pony said, her voice tinged with relief.

"If you need more help, I've got notes on a lot of heroes," Izuku offered, looking up from his papers.

"We might just take you up on that," Setsuna replied with a wink, her grin playful.

"Careful, Midoriya," Mina teased, giving him a sly smile. "You're gonna make yourself indispensable to all the girls in the class."

Izuku flushed at the comment, fumbling with his pen. "I-I'm just trying to help..."

...

Mineta stirred awake, groaning as he sat up. "I've made my decision. I'm going to intern with Mt. Lady," he declared, a dreamy look in his eyes.

Izuku and Tsuyu exchanged knowing glances, immediately piecing together his motives.

"Mineta," Tsuyu began, her tone flat but pointed, "you're not planning to do something perverted, are you?"

"Maybe," Mineta replied shamelessly, causing Izuku to groan. Despite everything, Mineta was his friend, and the thought of him choosing a pro hero internship purely for lustful reasons rubbed him the wrong way.

"Mineta," Izuku said with a sigh, "don't you think you should take this more seriously? This could be a chance to learn from someone who can help you grow as a hero."

Mineta waved him off dismissively. "Oh, I see how it is. Does Midoriya want Mt. Lady all to himself? Sorry, dude, but you've already got Yaoyorozu and Ashido. Mt. Lady's mine."

Izuku's eyes widened. "Mina? What does she have to do with this? I mean, Momo... I kind of understand after... well..." His face turned bright red, unable to finish the thought.

"Not the point!" Izuku quickly corrected. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Are you really going to waste it on something like this?"

Mineta grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "Don't tell me you've never fantasized about a pro hero. Or, heck, about one of our classmates? You're telling me you've never wondered what it'd be like to-"

"Stop!" Izuku's hand shot out, clamping over Mineta's mouth before he could finish.

Unbeknownst to the two boys, several of their classmates had been listening in. While they knew Izuku wasn't the type to be lecherous, Mineta's words sparked an unsettling curiosity. Did he even find them attractive? Or were they just his peers, nothing more?

Izuku sighed, removing his hand. "Mineta, no. Of course not! I would never think about my classmates in that way."

The weight of his words hit harder than intended, leaving the girls feeling a pang of disappointment. Even if it was meant to disavow Mineta's antics, Izuku's declaration was like a comedic volley of arrows piercing their hearts.

Mineta puffed out his chest, his tone suddenly brimming with determination. "Unlike you, Midoriya, I won't squander this opportunity! I'll achieve my ultimate dream with Mt. Lady! Minoru Mineta will live his fantasy!"

The sheer conviction in his voice might have been inspiring-if it wasn't so revolting.

Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I... I tried," he muttered before standing.

"Good luck, Mineta. You're going to need it." Izuku sighed as he walked off. "I'm getting lunch. I suddenly have a weird craving for chili fries."

...

"Hey, if the lil' perv wants to waste it at Mt. Lady, let him," Kyouka said with a shrug as they walked back to get some food."Maybe she'll scare him straight."

"I know, but I'm the class rep. I need to look out for my classmates, and even though he's a pain, Mineta's still my friend. I can't just let him waste this chance," Izuku said, trying to justify his concern, though his frustration was evident.

Kyouka placed a hand on his shoulder, her tone softening just slightly. "You know, that's one of your most annoying-uh, I mean, admirable qualities. You just can't help yourself when it comes to helping people, even if they don't deserve it. But in this case? Just let the lil' perv do his thing. We both know nothing's gonna happen anyway. If anything, maybe it'll be the wake-up call he needs."

Izuku gave her a smile, thankful for her words. "Thanks, Jirou," he said, his smile genuine.

"No problem," she said, rolling her eyes but with a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Now, you promised to help me pick a good agency, and I'll help you find one in return. Fair trade, right?"

"Right," Izuku said with a small laugh as they walked toward the cafeteria. While sorting through his stack of offers, Kyouka suddenly stopped him.

"Wait-look at this one." She held up a paper. "Endeavor."

Izuku froze, his eyes widening. He stared at the offer in her hand before quickly shaking his head. "No," he said firmly, pulling the paper away and placing it at the bottom of the stack.

Kyouka raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That was quick. What's the deal? He's the number two hero, and his power's no joke."

Izuku hesitated, gripping the papers tightly. "It's not his power. I mean, I know he's incredible-his arrest record, his efficiency... it's all impressive. But... knowing what kind of person he is, I just can't. I don't think I could respect him enough to learn from him." He sighed, glancing at her. "I know heroes aren't perfect, but every time I see him, all I can think about is what he's done. I don't want to feel like that about someone I'm supposed to admire."

Kyouka nodded slowly, crossing her arms. "Yeah, I get that. It must be tough for you-you've always put heroes on this huge pedestal. Realizing some of them are scum probably feels like the world's flipped upside down."

Izuku's voice dropped in dramatic thought, "Yeah. Though... I'll probably be burned alive when he finds out I turned him down. I'll be a crispy, unrecognizable mess."

Kyouka didn't miss a beat. "Oh please, don't be so dramatic," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. "You've got Heatblast. You won't even feel it."

Izuku looked at her, blinking for a moment before his eyes lit up. "Oh right! Thanks, Omnitrix," he muttered under his breath, thankful for the added perspective.

"Plus, after your fight with Monoma, I'm sure he's super interested in you now," Kyouka teased, her smirk evident.

Izuku blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head. "Y-Yeah, I guess that's possible. By the way, have you decided which agency you're going with?" he asked, shifting the topic away from his embarrassing encounter with Monoma.

Kyouka flinched slightly, then pulled out an offer. "Well, I've got one... Edgeshot."

Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "Woah?! Edgeshot?!" he exclaimed. "That's a big deal!"

"I know, right?" Kyouka said, her tone slightly proud but casual. "Guess my loss to Todoroki got people's attention."

Izuku blinked, still processing. "I'm surprised, though. Don't most top pro heroes focus on second and third years?"

Kyouka shrugged nonchalantly, her lips curling into a slight grin. "Yeah, you'd think so. But when you have emerald flames tearing through stadiums and a dragon going ballistic in mid-air... well, people are bound to notice. I guess that's why so many pro heroes sent us offers." Her tone held a dry humor, but there was an edge of satisfaction there.

Izuku stared at her, a little incredulous. "So nearly destroying three stadiums was... a good thing?"

Kyouka gave him an exaggerated look, her smirk widening. "Mhm. Definitely. People pay attention to that kind of thing."

Before Izuku could respond, Kyouka suddenly poked him in the side where she suspected he was ticklish. He flinched, his body jerking in response.

"Ah!" Kyouka quickly pulled her hand back, surprised by his reaction. "You're still ticklish, huh?"

Izuku immediately clutched his side, his face turning pink. "Please don't tell Mina."

"No promises."

...

Izuku stood outside the principal's office, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know why, but his stomach felt heavy, as though a wave of unease had settled over him. His hands trembled slightly, the uncertainty of the situation gnawing at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that, after today, everything would be different.

Taking a deep breath, he reached for the door handle, hesitating only for a moment before turning it and stepping inside.

"Ah, Young Midoriya, you're here," Toshinori greeted with a bright smile, though Izuku could tell it was forced. His usual warmth was nowhere to be found. He was seated on the couch, but his posture was stiff, eyes filled with concern.

Nezu, sitting behind his desk, looked up from some paperwork.

"It's time you learned the truth, Midoriya,"Nezu said, his tone clipped and far from its usual joviality. "Keeping you in the dark any longer will only hinder your growth-and put you in greater danger."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat, his anxiety growing as he slowly approached the desk. "Keeping me in the dark?" he repeated

...

Class 1-A and 1-B sat in the same room they had been earlier that day, the mood considerably more tense. The air was thick with unease as everyone tried to guess what the teachers might want to discuss at such a late hour.

"What could the teachers want to discuss at this late hour?" Momo asked, her voice tinged with worry, her hands clasped in her lap.

"It could be about our internships," Iida suggested, his posture straight and his face serious. "Maybe they have some new development or a surprise in store."

"Or maybe they're kicking someone out after the Sports Festival," Kaminari said without thinking, his words causing a ripple of panic through the room as everyone turned to look at him, wide-eyed.

"K-Kaminari!" Sero blurted, a bit of a laugh trying to mask the rising tension. "Don't go jinxing us!"

Kaminari, clearly panicked, scrambled to explain. "H-Hey, y'know what Shinso said about us not making a good impression in the Sports Festival... maybe they're considering kicking one of us out in favor of him!" His voice wavered with concern, and the room fell into a stunned silence.

"Oh no, no way," Mineta muttered, anxiety creeping into his voice. "Shinso got pretty far... What if they replace one of us with him?"

The class grew more agitated, and their nervous glances shifted toward each other. Some were worried about their own performance, while others were already envisioning the worst-case scenario.

"SHUT IT!" Bakugou suddenly exploded, his usual fiery temper flaring. "If they were kicking one of us out, they wouldn't be doing it in front of everyone, you dumbasses!"

The class fell silent, a collective sense of relief washing over them as Bakugou's logic settled in.

Just then, the door opened, and the familiar faces of Aizawa, Thirteen, Present Mic, and Midnight entered. The mood shifted instantly.

The room grew eerily still as everyone turned their attention to the teachers, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, we can begin," Thirteen said, their voice steady, though the seriousness was evident.

Aizawa wasted no time. He walked to the front, his face as stoic and unreadable as ever.

His tired eyes scanned the room, but his usual disinterest was gone, replaced by an intensity that made every student sit up straighter.

"Listen up, and listen well," he began, his tone flat and unyielding. "What you're about to hear does not leave this room. This is not up for discussion. You will not talk about it, not to anyone. Not to your friends, not to your family, and especially not to the media. Understood?"

Kinoko, her voice barely a whisper, spoke up. "M-Miss Midnight, what's going on?" Her fingers twitched nervously as she sought some kind of reassurance.

Midnight looked hesitant, her usual playful demeanor gone. She glanced at Aizawa, then back at the students, and finally spoke with a quiet urgency. "There's a dangerous villain coming after one of you," she said, her words heavy with a sense of finality.

"A villain?" Bakugou scoffed, his usual defiance bubbling to the surface. "What's so bad about that?"

Sero, trying to lighten the mood, shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, a villain is a villain, right? We can handle that."

But Aizawa's next words wiped away any sense of comfort. His voice, usually apathetic and blunt, was now laced with an edge of cold reality that made everyone's blood run cold.

"First off, this is not a typical villain," Aizawa said, his tone lowering, becoming even more serious. "This is not someone you can just lock up and forget about. He is not someone we can stop with a few well-placed punches or even by calling in help from the top heroes."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Aizawa's words sank in. Even Bakugou's usual bravado faltered, his shoulders stiffening.

"Not even All Might." The words reverberated through the room, thick with finality. The students exchanged stunned glances, their faces a mixture of disbelief and growing dread. The Symbol of Peace-the Number One Hero-wasn't able to defeat this villain?

They looked at the teachers, hoping, praying that one of them would crack a smile or show some sign that they were joking. But all they received were cold, serious eyes, and that only deepened the unease within them. A sense of impending doom crept over the room, making the air feel heavier with each passing second.

Bakugou, always the first to act on his gut feelings, narrowed his eyes, his fist tightening with an anger that could only be described as raw and instinctive. "You said this villain is after one of us." His voice was low, his teeth gritted. "Where the hell is Deku?"

The words hung in the air like a bolt of lightning. The atmosphere shifted. The girls-Mina, Ochako, Momo, Tsuyu-felt a shiver run down their spines as their hearts skipped a beat. They knew exactly what Bakugou was implying, and it was a thought they hadn't dared to voice until now.

Aizawa didn't respond immediately. He let the weight of Bakugou's words settle, his stoic expression unshaken. Then, with a slow exhale, he sighed, a hint of something darker in his tired eyes.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh. His exhaustion was palpable, but there was no time to waste. He motioned to the monitor that flickered to life behind him, casting a faint glow in the dim room. The students leaned forward, eyes widening with curiosity.

As the footage began to play, a figure in the arena came into view-Four Arms, a towering alien with four muscular arms, standing imposingly. The class exchanged confused looks.

"Wait... What the hell?" Bakugou muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the figure. "Deku's... Four Armed form? What the-" His voice trailed off as he took in the details. The alien was massive, much larger than the version they'd seen before. This version was battle-worn, adorned in armor, scars visible on its arms, chest, and face.

Itsuka's face went pale. "That's not Izuku."

Her words echoed in the room as the footage continued, showing hundreds of these Four Arms in various locations around the city. Walking through the streets, interacting with others. And among them, children with the same four arms.

"What the hell?" Monoma's voice cut through the silence, a mix of confusion and disbelief. "What are we looking at?"

Momo stared at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. "I... I don't understand... Midoriya's form is... But this... this isn't just a Quirk, is it?"

"I always thought it was just a Quirk," Ibara murmured, her hand over her mouth. "But this? This isn't..."

"Okay what the hell is this?! Why the hell are hundreds of Deku's forms?!" Bakugou shouted.

"Quirks are supposed to unique to an individual but..." Momo trailed off.

...

"Now, what we're about to say may sound... insane," Thirteen started, voice calm but with a weight of seriousness, "I know our superhuman feats and the impossible may seem like just another day here at U.A., but everything we're going to say is the absolute truth."

"Nearly everyone at U.A. is part of an organization," Midnight said, her tone darkening as she leaned forward, catching the students' full attention. "We had believed we had defeated this villain years ago."

"Believed?" Momo asked, confused by the past tense.

"We sent him packing with an explosion that makes nukes look like sparklers," Present Mic chimed in, eyes wide with enthusiasm, but his voice had an edge of tension. "He went Kablamo!"

"Or... so we thought," Cementos added with a shake of his head, his hands pressing against his temples as if trying to block out the memory.

The students collectively felt a chill. Someone survived an explosion of that magnitude?

"We call ourselves 'The Plumbers,'" Aizawa spoke up, his voice blunt and matter-of-fact. "Officially, we don't exist. We were the ones who fixed the problems no one else could. Extraterrestrial problems..." He gestured toward the screen, where the image of the towering Four-Arms species filled the display.

Everyone's eyes widened as realization hit them all at once.

"Wait... wait. You guys are telling us Midoriya's been transforming into...?" Kirishima stammered, clearly taken aback.

"Aliens." Toru finished, her voice almost a whisper.

Vlad King sighed, noticing the incredulous looks on the students' faces. "Well, looks like we'll have some explaining to do."

After a lengthy explanation, both Class A and B were starting to come around to the idea of aliens.

"Okay, so Midoriya has been transforming into aliens...?" Sato said, rubbing his nose, still in disbelief.

"Aliens... Exist?" Monoma echoed, his eyes wide. "Extraterrestrial beings... really?"

Class A and B exchanged glances, processing the information, some still looking uncertain, others more intrigued. The video footage shown had left no room for doubt, though.

Bakugou scowled, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, clearly not pleased. "This is a load of bullsh*t," he muttered, though even he couldn't entirely dismiss what he'd seen.

Todoroki, on the other hand, seemed less neutral. He was cupping his chin, thinking. "So... Midoriya's been using his watch to transform into all these different... alien beings?" His gaze flickered thoughtfully from Aizawa to the footage.

Momo squinted at the screen, trying to piece things together. "Using his support item... but how does he transform? "

Aizawa spoke up. "It's called the Omnitrix." He paused, looking at each of the students before continuing. "Rumors of its existence were always around, but it was considered a myth for a long time... until Midoriya found it."

"Found it?" Bakugou snapped, raising an eyebrow. "What, just... happened to stumble upon it or something?"

Aizawa ignored his interruption, continuing, "It's an incredibly powerful piece of technology. The one thing that's widely accepted across the universe is that it's the most powerful device in existence."

The students froze. The weight of those words hung in the air.

"The most powerful...?" Kinoko murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as the full magnitude of the statement hit her.

Monoma's eyes widened, his voice tinged with disbelief. "The most powerful? In the whole universe...?"

"Yeah, no kidding..." Kendo muttered, crossing her arms, her expression unreadable. "Doesn't seem like the kind of thing you just let anyone have."

"And unfortunately the Omnitrix attract the most power hungry beings out there. Making anyone who wields the device the biggest target." Midnight said.

...

Izuku turned to Principal Nezu, his voice edged with disbelief. "And you knew about the Omnitrix? This whole time?"

"No," Nezu replied, his small frame unusually still as he sipped his tea. "The Omnitrix has always been more legend than fact. Even among the most brilliant minds in the universe, it was a phantom, a myth. Imagine my shock when it turned out to be real—and landed on your wrist."

"It was only ever a rumor," All Might added, stepping forward, his tone heavy with uncharacteristic solemnity. "Until now, we couldn't be sure. But that's why you need to hear this, Midoriya."

Izuku's stomach churned, unease settling in his chest. "Why tell me this now? Why not before?"

All Might's face darkened, his shadow stretching ominously under the dim light. "Because the Omnitrix is more than just a powerful artifact, young Midoriya. Its existence alone is a beacon—drawing the most dangerous, power-hungry beings in the galaxy to it like moths to a flame." He took a slow, deliberate breath. "These are not villains in the sense we understand. They are not petty criminals or misguided souls. Beings that reduce worlds to ash without a second thought."

Izuku swallowed hard, his throat dry.

"These beings are the plagues of the universe," All Might continued, his voice dropping to a grim whisper. "They've brought civilizations to their knees, left entire planets lifeless, and crushed countless heroes under their heels. Some of the strongest warriors to ever exist—beings beyond what I could ever dream to be—have tried to stop them… and failed."

...

"They are beings who have been a plague across the universe, bringing worlds to their knees. Powerful heroes, like myself—if not stronger—have fallen before them," All Might said, his voice low, heavy with the weight of the truth. His shoulders slumped slightly, the exhaustion of those memories settling on him like a physical burden.

"And there's one individual who stands above the rest," he continued, his voice darkening, eyes hardening.

All Might locked eyes with Izuku, his blue eyes now colder than Izuku had ever seen them.

"Vilgax."

Izuku's blood ran cold at the name, the very air around him seeming to freeze. He felt a chill creep up his spine, a visceral reaction to the sheer danger that name carried. His heart raced, and his throat tightened as All Might's words continued to sink in.

"Vilgax..." All Might whispered, his voice filled with dread. "He was—and still is—the universe's most dangerous being. For years, he subjugated everything in his path, bringing entire worlds to their knees under his unrelenting cruelty."

"Tears and blood filled the oceans of the planets he ravaged. His cruelty knew no bounds, and his desire to dominate the universe was insatiable," All Might said grimly, his expression hardening. "Young Midoriya, this is not a foe that can be beaten easily. Many heroes—far more powerful than I was in my prime—have tried. None have succeeded."

Izuku flinched as the weight of All Might's words sank in. His mind raced as he met All Might's intense gaze. The idea of someone stronger than even All Might—the Symbol of Peace—was incomprehensible.

"I implore you to understand this, Midoriya," Nezu interjected, his tone sharp. "All Might is not invincible. If you continue to see him as an unbeatable god, you will cripple yourself when facing Vilgax. If you think of All Might as undefeatable..."

Izuku's eyes widened in realization. "Wait... All Might, you lost too?"

"Heroes," he continued, his tone growing heavier, "far more powerful than I ever was in my prime have tried to stop him. They fought with everything they had… and they fell. Under his heel, they were reduced to nothing." All Might's voice cracked slightly as he added, "Even I… I fell. I barely escaped with my life."

Izuku's body shook, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You… you couldn't beat him?" he stammered.

All Might's expression darkened, a rare vulnerability seeping through his otherwise unshakable presence. "Young Midoriya," he began solemnly, "there are few moments in my life when I've truly felt powerless. Before I inherited One For All… my first encounter with All For One, as he struck down my master before my eyes… and Vilgax." His voice faltered slightly as a shiver ran through his body. Though fleeting, Izuku caught it, his heart sinking at the sight of his idol's unease. All Might quickly steeled himself, clenching his fist tightly. "If I'm being honest, I fear I'd be more of a hindrance to you than a help."

"All Might…" Izuku whispered, his voice heavy with concern.

"I owe you an apology, Young Midoriya," All Might said, his tone laden with guilt. "For keeping this secret from you for so long. I didn't want to burden you with the weight of the world. You never asked for this… and I know I have no right to seek your forgiveness. Yet, I must ask for something else—something far greater."

Izuku's breath hitched, his pulse quickening. "What do you mean…?"

"This being," All Might continued, his voice low and grave, "is devoid of morality. He cannot be reasoned with, bribed, or swayed. If he desires something, he will obliterate anything—or anyone—who stands in his way. He's a force of destruction unlike any other."

Izuku's fists clenched at his sides, dread pooling in his stomach. "And what does he want…?"

All Might's eyes burned with grim resolve as he delivered the chilling answer. "The one thing he's hunted for eons. The countless lives he's ended just for a whisper of its existence. The heroes who fell, trying to guard its secret."

Izuku felt the room grow cold as All Might's next words hung in the air like a death knell.

"The Omnitrix."

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Trey Qualls: Okay since this a rewrite I'll probably still respond on the next chapter, but Bakugou will suffer consequences they just won't be explosion or prison time.

Yellopikmini88: Eh... I mean in full metal alchemist they do work for a very corrupt government so this still feels right to me.

Any feedback would be appreciated, whether it's complimenting the story, pointing out something wrong, or just giving out a suggestion. Tell me where I can improve for future date chapters thank you!

There we go the truth is out! Let me know if I hyped up Vilgax enough, I might rework this to be better.

AN: Okay I know you may feel the secret was revealed to early for future chapters I have my reasons why it had to be revealed now.