Chapter 23 Physical exam
Author's Note:
Hey everyone! Just a quick update before we jump into the chapter, I've decided to incorporate some One Piece-inspired abilities into Izuku's skill set! I've always been a huge fan of the fighting styles from One Piece, and I think they'll blend perfectly with Izuku's combat approach. Keep an eye out for the references, I hope you all enjoy the way they shape his fighting techniques!
Also, a quick correction from the last chapter, I accidentally included Himiko in the scene at the end when she was supposed to be in Class B, and Melissa was the one Izuku was supposed to glance at instead. My bad on that! I appreciate your patience, and I'll be sure to keep everything aligned moving forward.
Now, onto the chapter! Hope you all enjoy!
Izuku glanced at his system notification, his grin widening as he read through it.
New Mission: Defeat the Blonde in Competition
Reward: 100,000 XP
Penalty: XP will be deducted for each round lost.
Bonus Reward: If you defeat him in all exams. (Unknown Bonus)
His grin stretched even further—this was basically free XP. Beating Bakugo? That wasn't even a question. Humiliating him? Now, that was something worth putting in effort for.
He casually closed the notification just as Aizawa called them over for the 50-meter dash, the first test.
Izuku stood off to the side, arms lazily crossed, watching the other students go first.
Tenya Iida, the glasses-wearing speedster, took his mark against Tsuyu Asui, the frog girl.
As soon as the buzzer beeped, Iida launched forward, his engines roaring, and blitzed down the track, finishing in 3.04 seconds.
Tsuyu followed closely, clocking in at 6.2 seconds, a respectable time given her natural ability.
One after another, the students took their turns, some showcasing impressive quirks, others relying on raw physical ability.
Then, it was his turn.
And, of course, he was paired against Bakugo.
Bakugo cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he sneered at Izuku.
His palms sparked, small pops of explosions bursting in anticipation.
"Tch. You sure you're not gonna trip this time, Deku?" he taunted, smirking.
Izuku, completely ignoring him, shoved his hands into his pockets, staring straight ahead, bored out of his mind.
Bakugo's eye twitched. He hated that look.
The buzzer counted down.
3… 2… 1… BEEP!
As soon as the sound rang out, Izuku disappeared.
0.5 SECONDS.
Before anyone even realized what happened, Izuku was already at the finish line, his body relaxed, his hands still in his pockets, and not even slightly out of breath.
Bakugo, completely frozen in place, hadn't even taken his first step.
Silence. Absolute Silence.
The entire class stared, eyes wide in disbelief.
"W-What?" Uraraka blinked, rubbing her eyes.
"T-That's… not possible," Iida stammered.
Even Aizawa's eyes slightly narrowed, scanning Izuku's shoes—standard school-issued running gear. No enhancements. No tech. Nothing.
Bakugo's hands twitched, his breath ragged.
"You gonna run, or just stand there, Kacchan?" Izuku finally spoke, his tone mockingly casual, his smirk infuriating.
That was all it took.
"RAAAAAAGHHH!" Bakugo exploded forward, fury erupting from his palms, launching himself toward the finish line.
But his timing was trashed. He had hesitated too long, froze up too much. His speed was decent, but sloppy, and it showed.
His final recorded time? 4.1 seconds.
Bakugo charged at him, his face twisted with rage, explosions crackling in his palms.
"WHAT THE HELL, DEKU?! YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?!" he roared, his voice echoing across the field.
Izuku tilted his head slightly, hands still casually resting in his pockets, his expression unreadable except for the slight, infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.
"I don't think, Kacchan. I know."
That was all it took.
Bakugo's body tensed, his breath ragged, and his hands twitched violently, about to release a massive explosion—
Aizawa's capture scarf snapped out in an instant, wrapping tightly around Bakugo's torso and yanking him backward, forcing him onto the ground.
"Enough," Aizawa's voice was sharp, authoritative, his red eyes glowing as he erased Bakugo's quirk completely. "You're wasting time and embarrassing yourself."
Bakugo struggled against the scarf, his teeth gritted so hard they might crack, but he didn't fight back. He knew better than to challenge Eraserhead, at least, not in this moment.
Aizawa then turned his attention to Izuku, his gaze scrutinizing. Izuku outclassed the rest of the students so far, and it was glaringly obvious. His speed, his movement techniques, even the way he dodged and countered Bakugo so effortlessly, it didn't match the basic description of a telekinesis quirk.
His file only listed:
Quirk: Telekinesis.
Capabilities: Unknown.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. He must have found some way to apply it differently, a way to enhance his body rather than just moving objects with his mind.
There was no other explanation.
The next event was the Grip Strength Test.
Students lined up one by one, gripping the machine as hard as they could to measure their raw physical power.
One of the taller students, the multi-armed boy, Shoji, stepped up first. His muscular arms flexed, veins bulging slightly as he exerted his full force, causing the machine to beep with a reading of 500 kilograms.
A few students gasped at the impressive score.
Izuku stepped forward next, rolling his shoulders. He decided to test his raw physical strength first before bringing in any of his telekinetic power.
He gripped the machine firmly, knuckles tightening, and applied pressure.
600 kilograms.
Students began whispering among themselves.
He smiled slightly. Not bad. Let's crank it up.
With his mind, he sent a pulse of telekinetic force through his hands, amplifying the pressure significantly—
800 kilograms.
The machine whined, the metal groaning under the force.
"Come on… just a little more," he muttered to himself, pushing past what he assumed was his limit—
A loud snap rang out.
The metal cracked as the machine's internal components gave out, a piece of the handle snapping off entirely.
Everyone stared in shock.
"Uhh…" Izuku awkwardly let go of the broken device, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess I don't know my own strength?"
Aizawa sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Next time, don't break school property."
Bakugo, standing off to the side, looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel, his entire face twitching with rage.
Melissa, meanwhile, gave Izuku a small nod of approval, arms crossed. "Not bad."
The next test moved on quickly.
The Standing Long Jump.
Students lined up, each one leaping forward as far as they could.
Shoji used his multiple limbs to vault himself across the field. Mina used her acid to create a slick surface, propelling herself forward. Bakugo blasted himself mid-air to extend his jump, landing at an impressive distance.
Then it was Izuku's turn.
He stepped forward, rolling his shoulders again.
Some students expected him to just jump with raw power, but instead, he smirked, tapping into one of his newer skills.
From his back, a pair of translucent, glowing wings made of pure psychic energy emerged, stretching out majestically before he suddenly lifted off the ground.
He didn't jump.
He hovered.
The entire class stared, slack-jawed.
"Wait… He can fly?!" someone shouted.
Izuku let himself drift forward effortlessly, landing softly at the very edge of the field, far surpassing everyone else.
The moment he touched the ground, he retracted his Psychic Wings, stretching his arms casually before turning around with a smirk.
His emerald-green eyes locked onto Bakugo's burning red ones.
Another win.
Bakugo's fists trembled, his hands popping with tiny explosions as he tried to contain his anger.
Melissa, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you just enjoy pissing him off?"
Izuku chuckled, crossing his arms. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Meanwhile, Aizawa was growing even more suspicious.
The quirk record said nothing about a flight ability. He had assumed Izuku was using some kind of quirk-enhanced movement technique earlier. Now he's using his psychic limbs to make wings
Aizawa would definitely need to keep an eye on him.
As the sidestep agility drill began, students lined up, each stepping onto the designated track. The goal was simple, move side to side as quickly as possible without losing balance.
The first few participants performed decently, some struggling to maintain their footing as the rapid side-stepping tested their coordination and reflexes. Iida, using his Engine Quirk, performed impressively, moving in precise, calculated bursts.
Then it was Izuku's turn.
He stepped forward lazily, his posture completely relaxed as he placed his feet on the track.
The timer beeped.
And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Or at least, that's what it looked like.
His movements were so fast and fluid that his body became a blur, shifting left and right at speeds the naked eye could barely follow. His feet barely seemed to touch the ground, each movement executed with flawless precision, as if he were dancing through the air itself.
By the time the test ended, the rest of the class stood in stunned silence, staring at the impossible score on the scoreboard.
364.
Even Aizawa's eyes widened slightly.
"...This kid," he muttered under his breath, gripping his capture scarf instinctively.
Bakugo's face twitched violently, his hands crackling with miniature explosions. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP?! HE'S CHEATING!"
Izuku turned slightly, his smirk casual, yet taunting. "Maybe you're just slow, Kacchan."
Bakugo's rage erupted, but before he could lunge, Aizawa's capture scarf wrapped around his torso again, pulling him back.
"I said enough," Aizawa repeated, tiredly. "Final test. Get ready."
The Ball Throw
Izuku stretched his arm, rolling his wrist as he took the ball into his palm, feeling its weight. He was about to launch it when—
Something shifted.
His ki flared, alerting him to a subtle change in the atmosphere. His awareness expanded, and he instantly noticed Aizawa's energy fluctuating, the telltale sign of his Erasure Quirk activating.
It was a small, almost unnoticeable action, but with Izuku's keen senses, he felt it immediately.
His quirk was being erased.
Or, at least, that's what Aizawa thought.
In reality, nothing changed. Izuku didn't actually have a quirk, he had a system. All of his abilities were based on skills, stats, and leveling, making them untouchable by quirk-based negation.
But he couldn't let Aizawa know that.
So he played along.
His body wavered, his fingers tensed, and his face contorted into feigned confusion as he pretended to lose power mid-throw.
Slowly, he turned to Aizawa, furrowing his brows. "Did you... erase my quirk?"
The underground hero narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Izuku carefully. "Yeah," he said, voice neutral. "I just wanted to test something. You can continue now."
Izuku held back a smirk, nodding as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Taking a deep breath, he reeled back and launched the ball with all of his strength.
The air screamed as the ball soared through the sky, leaving a faint shockwave in its wake before vanishing into the distance. The measurement came in:
1,102 meters.
The class fell silent.
Uraraka and Melissa cheered, clapping for him, but the other students? They just stared, their expressions a mix of disbelief and nervousness.
"What the hell is this guy…?" one of them muttered.
Even Aizawa, who had been watching closely, couldn't help but grumble. Something still didn't sit right with him about this kid.
And then—
"DEKUUUUUUUU!"
A familiar rage-filled roar echoed through the field as Bakugo stormed toward him, explosions bursting from his palms, his red eyes wild with fury.
"You damn nerd! What the hell was that?! How the hell did you get so strong?! You cheating or something?!"
Izuku exhaled through his nose, utterly bored as he looked Bakugo up and down like he was some unruly child throwing a tantrum.
"I'm just better than you, Kacchan," he said with a casual smirk.
That was all it took.
Bakugo exploded forward, rage overpowering reason, but before he could even get close, Aizawa's capture scarf snapped out, wrapping around his arms and slamming him into the ground with a brutal thud.
"Enough," Aizawa said in a low, tired voice, his eyes glowing red again as he locked Bakugo in place. "One more outburst, and I'll be sending you home in a body bag."
Bakugo snarled, struggling against the bindings, but Aizawa tightened them, forcing him to go still.
Izuku simply yawned, shoving his hands into his pockets, his victory cemented.
The Final Scores
After finishing up with sit-ups, stretching, and long-distance running, the final rankings were displayed.
At the top of the leaderboard:
Izuku Midoriya.
The class gaped at the results, several students whispering to one another.
"The dude's a monster…"
"How does he not have a strength quirk?"
"Is he a secret pro-hero or something?"
Uraraka and Melissa cheered for him again, excitedly congratulating him, but others? They were just shocked.
Even Todoroki, who had been silent all day, narrowed his heterochromatic eyes in suspicion.
How can someone be that powerful?
Aizawa, meanwhile, addressed the class, his expression unreadable.
"You all performed well," he said flatly. "And as for my earlier statement…"
The class tensed, expecting him to expel someone on the spot.
"…I lied."
A collective sigh of relief passed through the students.
"The threat of expulsion was simply meant to motivate you. But if you don't take things seriously in the future, don't think for a second that I won't send you packing," Aizawa finished.
As the students began to murmur among themselves, Izuku received a system notification in his vision:
Quest Complete!
Defeat Blonde Rival in All Exams
XP Reward: 100,000 XP
Bonus Reward Acquired!
Stat Crystal (100 Physical)
He activated the stat crystal, instantly boosting his physical power by another 100 points, his muscles tightening subtly as he absorbed the energy silently.
No one noticed.
No one even suspected.
Except for Aizawa, whose instincts were nagging at him more than ever.
Later That Day, Support Course
After finishing his hero course duties, Izuku made his way toward the Support Course workshop, stepping inside.
The moment he entered, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and a familiar voice whispered in his ear:
"Broccoli boooooy~!"
Izuku chuckled. "Mei."
She spun him around, her yellow eyes practically glowing with excitement as she grinned ear to ear.
"I saw your performance!" she squealed, hopping up and down. "You absolutely destroyed those tests! I bet that was all thanks to my babies, huh?!"
Izuku hesitated for a moment before replying, "Actually… I didn't use any support gear today."
Mei froze.
Then, after a brief silence, she grabbed his face and squished his cheeks together.
"WHAT?!" she screeched. "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU DID ALL THAT WITHOUT MY BABIES?!"
Izuku nodded, his voice muffled. "Mhm."
Mei pouted dramatically, finally releasing him.
"Ugh! What a waste!" she groaned. "Just wait until I finish my next prototypes—I swear, you'll never want to take them off!"
Before Izuku could even respond, Mei dragged him toward the workbench, already rambling excitedly about new inventions she wanted to test on him.
Izuku grinned, feeling completely at home in the controlled chaos of the Support Course workshop. Mei was already geeking out, running around grabbing materials, while the other students were busy working on their own projects.
The massive doors to the lab hissed open, and Power Loader stepped inside, his mechanical hands adjusting his helmet as he scanned the room.
"Alright, listen up!" he called, his voice firm. "Today, we'll be working on support equipment for the Hero Course students."
Several students—including Izuku—perked up, intrigued.
Power Loader tapped a button on his wrist, causing holographic blueprints to project in the air above him. The designs were detailed, showing schematics for various types of support gear that the hero students had requested.
"These are the initial designs based on their personal measurements and requests," Power Loader explained. "For now, I want all of you to stick to the blueprints exactly as they are."
A few students exchanged glances, clearly itching to experiment.
Power Loader sighed, already anticipating their complaints.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're all tinkerers and geniuses who want to add your own touches, but for now, stick to the letter. This is what the Hero Course students asked for. That being said…"
His helmeted gaze swept across the room, stopping on each student.
"Take notes."
Mei blinked, then grinned wildly.
"Notes?" she echoed.
Power Loader nodded.
"They'll come back eventually, asking for improvements and upgrades—that's a given. When that happens, I expect you to be ready. So, while you're working on these, think about how they could be optimized, what weaknesses they might have, and how they could be enhanced in the future."
Izuku nodded in understanding, already running through possible improvements in his mind.
Each student was handed a sheet of instructions and the necessary materials to build their assigned hero's gear. The workshop quickly buzzed with activity as students got to work, assembling prototypes, testing mechanisms, and adjusting specifications.
Power Loader walked through the workshop, observing and correcting mistakes, ensuring that the designs followed the intended specifications while subtly gauging which students had a natural eye for improvement.
Izuku, meanwhile, sat at his workstation, scanning the blueprints for one of the Hero Course's requested gadgets.
Alright. Let's get to work.
As Izuku started organizing his tools, Mei was already a blur of motion, jumping from one workbench to another, shouting excitedly about her latest ideas.
"Broccoli boy!" she called, bouncing over to him with a welding torch in one hand and a half-built mechanized brace in the other. "What do you think of THIS? It's supposed to be a basic knee support, but if I add in some hydraulic boosters, it could turn into an instant mobility enhancer, oh! Maybe even a built-in spring mechanism!"
Izuku chuckled, used to her hyperactive energy.
"Mei," he said, raising a brow. "That sounds cool, but the hero this is for might not want explosive jumping power right away."
Mei pouted before flipping the blueprint in her hands.
"Ugh. FINE," she grumbled. "But I'm writing this down, and if they ever come back wanting better movement, I'll be so ready."
Izuku grinned, shaking his head as he returned to his own work.
The hours passed quickly as the students focused on their assignments. The workshop filled with the sound of welding, the whir of machinery, and the occasional excited shout when something actually worked.
Power Loader walked around, stopping at different workstations to inspect the students' progress.
"Good work," he commented as he passed by Izuku's station, eyeing the nearly completed gadget on the table. "Make sure to double-check the stress points before finalizing it."
Izuku nodded, making a mental note.
As they finished assembling the prototypes, it was time for testing. One by one, students activated and ran simulations on their support gear, making small adjustments based on performance.
Some failed spectacularly, one student's grappling device misfired, sending him crashing into a pile of tools, while others showed promise, only needing minor tweaks.
Izuku's build? Flawless.
At least, that's what he thought.
When he activated the small mobility enhancer he had been working on, it functioned perfectly, until he accidentally overpowered it, sending himself skidding across the workshop floor and crashing into a pile of spare parts.
Mei burst out laughing.
Power Loader sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Looks like you still have work to do, Midoriya."
Izuku groaned, rubbing his now sore back.
So much for a perfect build.
After several more hours of work, students began packing up, finalizing notes, and logging their results.
Power Loader clapped his hands together. "Alright, that's enough for today! Good work, everyone. Next session, we'll start reviewing potential improvements, so have your notes ready."
As the students dispersed, Mei threw an arm around Izuku's shoulder.
"That was AWESOME! What do you wanna work on next?" Mei grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. "I've got so many ideas, but I think we should build something for you next time!"
Izuku scratched the back of his head, considering it. "Well, I didn't submit a hero outfit, so we could just use one of my Yakuza outfits and enchant it. You still got those magical tools, right?"
Mei's eyes sparkled. "Ohhh, I like where you're going with this."
"We should have enough materials to make it pretty strong, and I was thinking…" He tapped his chin, his mind racing with possibilities. "What if we get Dragon Silkworm from the dungeon? That stuff is insanely durable, has self-repairing properties, and we can enchant it for an extra physical boost."
Mei beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "YES! We can totally do that!"
She opened up her system interface, flipping through store listings. "Yep, we definitely have enough cash for the silk, especially for one full suit."
Izuku nodded, already visualizing how everything would come together. "So, we've got the glasses, the utility belt, the kinetic gloves and boots, we just need to recalibrate them to make sure they're running efficiently."
"Oh!" Mei snapped her fingers, her voice brimming with excitement. "I just had an idea! Let's add a shocking function to your gloves, so you have an extra option in close combat!"
Izuku grinned. "That'd be useful."
"Oh, and—" Mei kept rambling, already designing modifications in her head. "We should add a blowtorch to your belt."
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because it's cool, duh!" Mei crossed her arms like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Imagine you need to get through a wall, BOOM! Blowtorch. Melt right through it."
Izuku chuckled, watching her go off on a tangent about all the crazy modifications she wanted to make. Mei eventually caught herself, noticing him staring at her with an amused smile.
Her face flushed pink.
"W-what?" she stammered, suddenly feeling shy.
Izuku just smiled wider, stepping closer. "I can't help it. You're too adorable when you ramble."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Mei's face went completely red, her ears heating up, but she still melted into the kiss.
Before the moment could go any further, they were interrupted.
"Hey! Can I walk home with you guys?"
Izuku and Mei turned to see Ochaco Uraraka standing behind them, her hands clasped behind her back.
She was smiling, but her eyes flickered between the two of them, her expression slightly strained.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, sorry, but we've gotta pick someone up."
Ochaco's smile faltered for just a second. "Oh… I see."
There was an awkward pause, before she quickly perked up again. "Well, I'll see you in class tomorrow then!"
Izuku gave her a polite nod, while Mei, oblivious as ever, just waved.
With that, the two walked off together, heading toward Eri's daycare, completely unaware of the way Ochaco watched them go, a hint of something unreadable flickering in her eyes.
Izuku and Mei arrived at the daycare, stepping inside just as Eri's ears perked up.
Her ruby eyes lit up, and she bounced excitedly toward them. "Science Mama! Papa!" she cheered, running into Izuku's arms.
Izuku grinned, effortlessly lifting her up and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Hey, little princess. You had fun today?"
Eri nodded vigorously, practically vibrating with excitement. "Yes! I made so many new friends!" She pulled out a small notebook, flipping through pages filled with scribbled gamertags. "I got their usernames so we can play together!"
Mei smiled, ruffling Eri's hair. "Look at you, already making an online squad."
Some of the other kids nearby made exaggerated gagging sounds at the forehead kiss.
Eri immediately turned, glaring daggers at them. "Papa's love is NEVER gross!"
The kids flinched at her intensity, backing off immediately.
Izuku and Mei chuckled, walking out with Eri clinging onto Izuku's shoulders as they made their way back to the warehouse.
Warehouse
As soon as they entered, Himiko was already waiting, her fox ears twitching as she pouted.
"Finally!" She stomped up to them, hugging Izuku's arm before turning to him with a fake glare. "Class B is fun and all, but I totally missed my Broccoli Boy."
Izuku grinned, patting her head between her ears. "I'll be in your class next week."
Himiko pouted harder, her tail swishing behind her. "A whole week? Not fair…"
Before she could whine any further, the front door opened again.
"Yo! I finally get to see the famous Broccoli Boy in person."
They all turned to see Rumi entering, followed by another woman, a tall, elegant blonde in a stylish coat. The air around her practically radiated power.
Eri's eyes widened as she immediately hid behind Izuku's leg, peeking out cautiously.
Mei blinked, taking in the newcomer before her jaw dropped slightly. "Wait a second… is that—"
The woman smirked, stepping forward. "Ryuko Tatsuma. Third-year student and the second-strongest in UA."
Izuku's eyebrows shot up. "Second strongest?"
Ryuko shrugged casually. "Yeah, yeah, rankings and all that. Honestly, I don't care too much about it." Her golden eyes gleamed as she glanced between him and Rumi. "But what I do care about is finally meeting you."
She grinned, crossing her arms. "Nejire's been begging to come visit, but Rumi here keeps saying, 'It's not the right time.' Like, what the hell? What, you think we're gonna roast you just because you got a boyfriend?"
Rumi folded her arms, giving Ryuko a deadpan look. "I mean…no."
Ryuko's smirk widened. "Well, you're wrong, because I'm totally gonna tease the shit out of you."
Mei, watching the interaction, just grinned. "Ohhh, I like her."
Eri excitedly put on her magical mask, a special enchanted item. The mask transformed her appearance slightly, giving her cute bunny ears and freckles, making her look exactly like Rumi's daughter.
She stood proudly, hands on her hips. "Hello! I'm Eri, Bunny Mama's daughter!"
Ryuko froze, her golden eyes darting between Eri, Izuku, and Rumi in a comedic, exaggerated manner. Her jaw dropped as she pointed wildly.
"Wait. WAIT." She stumbled back, clutching her chest in shock. "YOU TWO…OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS HAVE A KID?!"
Before Rumi could react, Ryuko snapped a picture and immediately sent it to Nejire.
"NOOO!" Rumi lunged, trying to grab the phone, but it was too late.
Her phone vibrated aggressively, a flood of texts from Nejire coming in.
Nejire: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—RUMI, YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!
Nejire: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!
Nejire: OH MY GOD, I NEED DETAILS! HOW?! WHEN?! WHO'S THE DAD?!
Nejire: IS IT BROCCOLI BOY?!
Nejire: SEND MORE PICS I NEED TO SEE HER UP CLOSE!
Rumi gritted her teeth, her face burning red. This was exactly why she hadn't introduced Izuku to them earlier. There was no way she was getting out of this now.
Ryuko grinned mischievously, enjoying every second of Rumi's suffering. "Well, well, well. So that's why you didn't want us to come over, huh? You were hiding your little family."
Rumi stammered, her ears twitching aggressively. "IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"
Ryuko smirked, ignoring her protests, and turned to Eri, pointing at Rumi. "Hey, little girl, who is she?"
Eri grinned innocently, still wearing her magical disguise. "That's Bunny Mama!"
Rumi wanted to die on the spot.
The room erupted in laughter, with Mei wheezing and Himiko chuckling behind her fox mask. Izuku was grinning, watching Rumi squirm under the relentless teasing.
Rumi growled, her face a deep, humiliating shade of red, before she suddenly pounced on Izuku, flipping him onto the beanbag chair and straddling him.
Her crimson eyes glared down at him, her flustered face still burning hot. "Oh? What's so funny, Broccoli Boy?" she challenged.
Izuku held up his hands, chuckling nervously. "Uh… nothing?"
Ryuko, still enjoying the chaos, smirked. "Ohhh, so this is how Eri was made."
Rumi's entire demeanor deflated, her tough act vanishing instantly. Her ears dropped flat, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She tried to stay tough but couldn't—she was completely defeated by embarrassment.
The room exploded into even more laughter, as Rumi groaned, burying her burning face into Izuku's chest.
Eri tilted her head, still wearing her mask. "Bunny Mama? Why does your face look like a tomato?"
Rumi whimpered in response, knowing she was never going to live this down.
Rumi's phone buzzed violently in her pocket. She groaned, already knowing who it was before she even checked.
Nejire: I'M COMING OVER RIGHT NOW!
Nejire: I HAVE TO SEE HER IN PERSON!
Nejire: RUMIIIIIIIII~! YOU KEPT A DAUGHTER SECRET FROM ME?!
Nejire: EXPLAIN YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY!
Nejire: I'M GRABBING PRESENTS AS WE SPEAK!
Rumi groaned loudly, burying her face deeper into Izuku's chest.
"Kill me. Kill me now."
Izuku chuckled, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly, though his own face was still a bit flushed. He ran a hand through her silky white hair, pulling her closer.
"Hey, at least she's excited?" he offered.
Rumi looked up at him with the most adorably murderous expression he had ever seen.
"You're not helping."
Just as she was about to complain more, she froze completely.
Izuku felt it too.
A very noticeable pressure against her lower butt.
Rumi's face turned beet red, and Izuku stiffened in pure horror as he realized what was happening.
She slowly turned her head, her ears twitching, her crimson eyes narrowing as she shifted just slightly, which only made Izuku groan painfully in response.
"Really now?" she whispered, her voice dangerously low.
Izuku's entire face went scarlet. "N-No! I mean—I—it's not—I didn't mean to—I—you just—you looked really adorable and my body just—"
THUMP!
She punched him in the chest, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but just enough to jolt.
"Dumbass." She grumbled, shifting in place again to completely block his lower half.
Izuku let out a frustrated groan, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "R-Rumi, don't move so suddenly!"
She leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear, whispering in a low, sultry voice.
"Stop being a horny boy."
Izuku's soul left his body.
His entire existence crashed, his brain short-circuiting so hard that he actually let out a strained wheeze. His face was as red as a tomato, and his hands were trembling as he tightened his grip on her waist, desperately trying to regain control.
Meanwhile…
Eri, sitting nearby with her plush bunny in hand, tilted her head in pure confusion.
"…Bunny Mama, Papa, what are you guys talking about?"
Izuku and Rumi both froze, snapping their heads toward her at the exact same time.
"NOTHING!" they both yelled.
Eri blinked, then pouted. "But I wanna kno—"
"Nope, nope, nope, come on, Eri! Let's go play some video games!" Himiko interrupted, swiftly scooping Eri up into her arms and carrying her away before she could ask any further questions.
Eri, still confused, let herself be taken, but not before pouting dramatically over Himiko's shoulder. "I wanted to know what they were talking about…"
Himiko grinned, playfully ruffling Eri's hair. "You'll understand when you're way older, squirt. For now, let's leave the perverts alone."
Izuku choked.
Rumi snapped her head toward Himiko. "EXCUSE ME?!"
Himiko only laughed, carrying Eri off to the gaming setup.
Meanwhile, Ryuko was completely losing it, practically on the floor wheezing with laughter.
"Ohhh, my god, this is the best day ever." She wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing so hard she was barely breathing properly.
Rumi glared daggers at her, her ears twitching aggressively. "Ryuko, if you say ONE MORE WORD—"
Ryuko grinned like a shark, her golden eyes dancing with amusement.
"Ohhh no, Rumi, I'm never letting you live this down."
Rumi let out a frustrated growl, hiding her burning face in Izuku's chest again.
Meanwhile, Mei had already disappeared, back in the workshop, completely ignoring the chaos and working on Izuku's new outfit enhancements.
Izuku, still recovering from the sheer amount of embarrassment, sighed deeply.
"This is my life now, huh?"
Rumi, still hiding in his chest, grumbled.
"Shut up, Broccoli Boy."
BAM!
The warehouse door swung open violently, and in stepped Nejire Hado, arms overflowing with stuffed animals, some adorable rabbits, one that was suspiciously broccoli-shaped, and a few fox plushies that looked exactly like Himiko's tail.
"I'M HEEEEEREEEE!" Nejire shouted, bouncing into the room.
Izuku, Rumi, and Ryuko all froze, while Eri, still sitting on the floor, paused her game for a split second to blink at the sudden arrival.
Nejire's ocean-blue eyes sparkled as she scanned the room, immediately spotting her target.
"A-HA! THERE YOU ARE!"
Before anyone could react, Nejire practically teleported to Eri's side, crouching down with a wide, beaming smile, her face mere inches away from the little girl's.
"OH. MY. GOSH. You're SO CUTE!" Nejire squealed.
Eri, still holding her controller, blinked. "Uh… hi?"
Nejire didn't even breathe before bombarding the little girl with a million questions.
"What's your favorite color?!"
"Do you like plushies?!"
"Do you eat a lot of veggies?!"
"Are you really Bunny Mama's kid?!"
"Can I braid your hair?!"
"Do you like sparkles?!"
"DO YOU WANNA GO TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK?!"
Eri's head tilted slightly, her tiny brows furrowing in concentration.
"…I'm playing a game."
Nejire froze, blinking. "Oh."
Then she gasped dramatically, clapping her hands. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! CAN I PLAY TOO?!"
Before Eri could answer, Rumi was already on the verge of dying from embarrassment.
Her ears twitched aggressively, her entire face bright red, as she mumbled curses under her breath.
"Oh my god, why why why why why."
Izuku, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself.
With the biggest smirk on his face, he wrapped an arm around Rumi's waist, pulling her flush against him.
Before she could react, he tilted her chin up, kissing her deeply, his fingers tracing teasingly along her twitching bunny ears.
Rumi's entire body tensed, her face turning an impossibly deeper shade of red.
Her foot STOMPED against the ground in shock, her ears standing straight up, her tail bristling wildly.
"W-W-WHAT THE HELL, BROCCOLI BOY?!"
Izuku just chuckled, looking at her adoringly.
"Sorry, you just looked way too cute."
Rumi's brain is completely short-circuited.
Her face still burning, she panicked, shoving him away, accidentally pushing him backwards into the beanbag chair.
THUMP!
Izuku landed with a small grunt, looking up at her with a smug expression.
Rumi, still flustered, pointed at him, growling. "DON'T GET COCKY, YOU DAMN BROCCOLI!"
Before anyone could react, Nejire hummed mischievously, turning to Eri.
"Hmm… You know, Eri…"
Eri, still focused on her game, tilted her head. "Yeah?"
Nejire grinned playfully, leaning close and whispering conspiratorially.
"You're probably gonna have a little brother or sister very soon."
DEAD. SILENCE.
Rumi's entire body froze stiff.
Izuku, still laying on the beanbag chair, blinked slowly, his smirk dropping instantly.
Ryuko spat out her drink, nearly choking.
Himiko, from across the room, howled with laughter.
Eri, blinking innocently, turned her head toward Rumi.
"…Really, Bunny Mama?"
Rumi's soul left her body.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
She snapped toward Nejire, her face burning hotter than the sun.
"WHAT THE HELL, NEJIRE?!"
Nejire just giggled. "I mean… you and Broccoli Boy seem pretty close~!"
Rumi opened her mouth to argue, but Izuku, still recovering from shock, suddenly smirked again, muttering under his breath.
"…Worth it."
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING, DAMN IT!"
Rumi's foot SLAMMED onto Izuku's stomach, making him grunt as the air left his lungs.
Ryuko, still laughing, wiped a tear from her eye, shaking her head. "Oh my god, this is amazing."
Nejire, pleased with the chaos she created, finally stood up, stretching.
"Well, I should get going~! This was super fun!"
Rumi, glaring daggers, grumbled under her breath.
"Yeah, I bet it was."
Ryuko snickered, standing up as well. "Same here. I'm definitely gonna tease you about this forever, Rumi."
Rumi's eye twitched violently.
Eri, still completely unaware, waved happily. "Bye-bye!"
Nejire gasped dramatically, turning back.
"Wait! Before I go—"
She dashed toward Eri, scooping her up into a big hug, before placing a small stuffed bunny in her arms.
"There! A gift from your Auntie Nejire!"
Eri's eyes widened, looking down at the plush before hugging it tightly.
"Thank you, Auntie Nejire!"
Nejire beamed, then winked at Rumi before skipping toward the door.
Ryuko chuckled, patting Izuku's shoulder before following.
"Good luck dealing with all that, Broccoli Boy."
Izuku just laughed, shaking his head.
And with that, the two women left, leaving behind a mortified bunny, a smug broccoli, a very confused Eri, and a still-laughing Himiko.
Rumi buried her face in her hands, mumbling curses.
"…This is my life now."
Izuku grinned, pulling her closer.
"Yup. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Rumi just groaned.
Rumi groaned, resting her forehead against Izuku's chest. She was still flustered as hell from Nejire and Ryuko's relentless teasing, but deep down, she couldn't deny how happy she felt.
She lifted her head slightly, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered,
"You owe me for this. And don't worry..."
She smirked, nipping his earlobe teasingly before whispering,
"I'll be more gentle next time."
Izuku's eyes widened slightly, his smirk turning into something more mischievous.
"Oh?"
Before Rumi could react, he cupped her face gently, tilting her chin up as he captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Her rabbit ears twitched violently, her tail flicking in surprise, but she melted into it, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.
His arms locked around her waist, holding her firmly in place as his tongue danced with hers, exploring, teasing.
Himiko, still playing a game with Eri, glanced over at them and rolled her eyes.
"Geez, get a room, you two!"
Eri, not even looking up from her game, just huffed.
"Papa and Bunny Mama are always like this."
Mei, meanwhile, was completely unfazed, sitting nearby as she worked diligently on Izuku's new hero suit, weaving enchantments into the fabric with expert precision.
"Oi, Broccoli! Less kissing, more testing when this suit is done!" she called, not even looking up.
Izuku finally broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Rumi's as he grinned.
"Yes, ma'am."
One Week Later
Izuku had spent the past week bonding with Class 1A, getting to know everyone better, but now it was time to switch things up.
As he walked into Class 1B, immediately, a familiar blur of Blonde hair tackled him.
"BROCCOLI!"
Izuku barely had time to react before Himiko wrapped her arms around him, her fox ears twitching excitedly as her fluffy tail thumped against the floor.
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her, spinning her slightly before setting her down.
"I missed you too, Himiko ."
The other students in the room stared, blinking in confusion at the sudden display of affection.
Neito froze like a deer in headlights, his face pale as a ghost as he pointed a shaky finger at Izuku.
"H-HIM?! WHY IS HE HERE?!"
Izuku raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a smug grin.
"What, you scared of me already, Copycat?"
Neito instantly backpedaled, muttering, "I-I am NOT scared! I simply have a healthy level of respect for not getting my ass handed to me!"
Before Izuku could reply, another familiar voice spoke up.
"Oh, you actually made it into U.A."
He turned, spotting Itsuka Kendo, standing with her arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.
Izuku blinked in surprise before grinning. "Oh, you made it too?! Why didn't you tell me?"
Kendo raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused look.
"Why didn't YOU tell ME?"
Izuku hesitated. "...Okay, that's fair."
Himiko giggled. "I like her already."
Before they could chat further, the classroom door suddenly burst open, and a booming, heroic voice echoed throughout the room.
"I AM HERE… IN A PERFECTLY NORMAL FASHION!"
Izuku's eye twitched slightly as the most recognizable man in Japan strode into the room with the most dramatic pose possible.
ALL MIGHT.
The entire class sat in stunned silence as the Symbol of Peace himself stood before them, beaming with his signature grin.
"Welcome, students of Class 1B!" he announced, his cape billowing behind him despite the lack of wind. "Today, I shall be overseeing your combat training!"
There was a brief pause before someone in the back muttered,
"Wait… doesn't Class 1A get All Might?"
"I HEARD THAT!" All Might laughed, flexing dramatically. "Do not worry! I shall oversee BOTH classes! After all, heroes must always be flexible!"
Izuku could feel Kendo glancing at him, her expression somewhere between intrigued and suspicious.
"Alright, students!" All Might clapped his hands together, the room practically shaking from the force. "Let's head to the training grounds! Today's focus is combat application!"
Izuku glanced at Himiko, who grinned excitedly.
"Ohhh, this is gonna be fun."
Neito, still recovering from shock, muttered,
"…This is gonna be a nightmare."
Neito was muttering under his breath, clearly still shaken by Izuku's presence, when All Might suddenly clapped his hands together, the sheer force of it shaking the classroom.
"Students!" All Might boomed, a broad grin stretched across his face. "It is time for you to don your hero outfits!"
The walls of the classroom suddenly slid open, revealing a series of metallic suitcases lined up neatly, each labeled with a student number.
"These are your custom hero costumes, designed based on your requests from your entrance exam forms," he continued. "Change into them, and then meet me at Training Ground Beta for today's exercise!"
The students scrambled excitedly toward their respective cases, eager to get changed.
Meanwhile, Izuku simply smiled.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of round green sunglasses.
As soon as he placed them on his head, his school uniform shimmered, shifting seamlessly into his white Yakuza-style suit, the white-colored fabric fitting snugly against his frame.
His kinetic gauntlets emerged onto his hands, his utility belt secured itself tightly, and his grappling hook holster clicked into place.
"I'm always ready."
Without another word, he strolled confidently out of the classroom, heading toward Training Ground Beta, while the others were still getting changed.
Training ground data
When Izuku arrived, All Might was already standing at the center of the city, waiting.
Before he could say anything, though, another figure emerged from the entrance of the observation building.
Izuku stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes.
Wait a second…
A tall, sleep-deprived man with wild, shoulder-length black hair and a perpetual frown stepped forward, his trench coat swaying slightly in the wind.
Shouta Aizawa. Eraserhead.
He exhaled deeply, rubbing his tired eyes before letting out a gruff sigh.
"I'm here to oversee today's training," he muttered.
All Might turned to him, clearly surprised. "Shouta? What are you doing here? I already handled Class 1A's combat training. Class 1B is in good hands."
Aizawa shook his head.
"I'm not here for the whole class," he replied flatly. "I'm here for him."
He gestured toward Izuku, who simply raised an eyebrow.
All Might crossed his arms, frowning slightly. "Why exactly do you need to personally oversee him?"
Aizawa let out a low sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Because he's different from the rest of the first-years. He's outclassing them in ways that shouldn't be possible," he said bluntly. "The way he fights, moves, and strategizes is way beyond the level of a normal high school student."
All Might furrowed his brows.
"He's still young, Eraser. He still has a lot to learn about heroism and combat."
Aizawa narrowed his gaze.
"And fighting first-years is going to teach him that?" he countered. "If you want to see his true capabilities, I propose a different test."
All Might sighed, already knowing where this was going.
"What kind of test?"
Aizawa smirked slightly, his eyes glinting with quiet confidence.
"I pick two students at random, and he fights both of them in today's exercise," he stated. "If he can defeat them in under a minute, you'll see that he needs more than just basic training."
Izuku raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
All Might, on the other hand, frowned deeply.
"This is supposed to be an exercise, Eraser, not some kind of gladiatorial match."
Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel.
"I've already called for Recovery Girl to be on standby," he said casually. "So don't worry. If he's as good as I think he is, they won't last long enough to need healing."
Izuku grinned.
All Might sighed, rubbing his temples. "Jeez, you really don't let up, do you?"
Aizawa was already walking away, heading toward the observation room.
"Nope."
Author's Note:
Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay in posting, I've been slammed with work lately, pulling a lot of 12-hour shifts, which has left me completely exhausted. But don't worry, I'm still dedicated to this story! It's just been tough juggling everything, including my own original projects on the side.
I appreciate all of your support and patience!
Now, onto Class 1B's arc! We're introducing the final girl soon, and I had to shuffle some things around, but don't worry, it'll all fit smoothly into the story.
For the next chapter, I need your input! Who do you want to see first?
Mushroom Girl (Kinoko Komori)
Rock & Roll Girl (Kyoka Jiro)
Prayer Girl (Ibara Shiozaki)
Drop a review or comment and let me know which character you want to take the spotlight next!
Oh, and Izuku is going to receive a new quest, not for his first fight, but for the second test. It's going to be a big one.
Stay tuned, and as always, thank you for reading!