Chapter 4: First steps
The days after the results felt different.
Not because something had changed—but because something had finally clicked.
The moment Rumi kissed him, Izuku knew there was no going back—and honestly, he didn't want to. They fit. Like thunder and lightning. Spark and fire. And now that they weren't dancing around it anymore, Rumi had officially stopped pretending she wasn't obsessed.
Which, of course, started with his clothes.
He walked into his room one morning, towel slung over his shoulder, only to find Rumi curled up on his bed in his All Might hoodie—again. This time with the sleeves covering her hands and her face buried deep in the collar like she could soak him into her lungs.
"You know I'm running out of shirts," he said flatly, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Rumi peeked over the edge of the hood, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good. I like wearing your scent."
"Pretty sure that counts as territorial behavior."
"Damn right it is," she grinned, tugging the hoodie tighter. "You're mine now. Deal with it."
"I'm not complaining," he said, walking over and ruffling her hair. "I like seeing you in my stuff. But you could at least pretend to ask first."
She scoffed. "Nah. This is more fun."
It wasn't just the clothes either. She'd become noticeably touchier—nudging his side when they walked, nuzzling her nose into his shoulder when they sat close, even shamelessly sniffing his neck when she thought he wasn't paying attention.
She was marking him in her own way, and Izuku? He let her. Hell—he liked it.
His mom noticed too.
Inko caught Rumi casually curled up next to Izuku on the couch, wearing his hoodie, arms locked around one of his. She just smiled knowingly.
"You two look good together," she said, voice warm with approval.
Rumi blinked, then smirked. "I know."
Izuku didn't flinch. "Thanks, Mom."
Later that day, Rumi dragged Izuku back to her place for lunch, where Madako was already waiting with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.
"You've been gone since yesterday," she said. "That means one of two things."
Rumi held up her UA letter like a badge of honor. "Second place."
Madako's smirk deepened. "And the other thing?"
Izuku rested a hand lightly on Rumi's waist. "She's mine. Officially."
Madako nodded once, satisfied. "About time."
Final Days at Aldera
Their last week of middle school crawled by, but the energy was different now. Everyone knew who passed and who didn't. The teachers didn't say it outright, but the halls buzzed with rumors. Izuku and Rumi didn't brag, didn't flaunt—but they didn't have to.
They were it.
That's what made Bakugo snap.
It happened on the rooftop, during lunch. Rumi was stretched across a bench, her head in Izuku's lap, eyes closed as the sun warmed her face. He was combing his fingers through her hair with an occasional ear scratch, calm and casual, when the rooftop door slammed open.
"You think you're better than me now?" Bakugo growled, hands stuffed in his pockets, jaw tight.
Izuku didn't even flinch. He glanced up from his bento and said, "No. I don't think I am. I know I beat you."
Bakugo's eye twitched. "You got lucky."
"Is that what helps you sleep at night?"
Rumi sat up slowly, smile sharp and dangerous. "Careful, Kacchan. You're starting to sound bitter."
Bakugo's palms lit with sparks. "You got something to say, rabbit?"
"Yeah," she said, rising to her feet, golden eyes locked on him. "Pick a fight with either of us, and you'll leave this rooftop with a limp."
Izuku stood beside her, his presence solid and unshakable. "Let it go, Bakugo. We're going to UA to be heroes—not rivals."
Bakugo sneered, stepping back. "Tch. Enjoy your head start. I'll leave you both in the dust soon enough."
As he turned and stormed off, Rumi folded her arms with a snort. "I swear, the way he talks? It's like he's begging to get his ass kicked."
Izuku chuckled. "He'll figure it out. Or he won't. Either way… not our problem."
"Damn right it's not."
Later that night at Dagobah Beach
The waves lapped lazily at the shore as the sun dipped low. Rumi had stolen another shirt—one of his sleeveless ones this time—and was laying on the sand, nose buried in the fabric again.
"You know," Izuku said as he dropped down next to her, "I could just start giving you my shirts. Would save me from constantly having to restock."
She smirked without looking up. "Where's the fun in that?"
Izuku chuckled and leaned back on his hands, letting the breeze wash over them. "You're unbelievable."
"I know," she said smugly, then peeked up at him. "And you're mine. That hasn't changed since the day we met."
He turned, eyes full of warmth and certainty. "No arguments here."
Then he leaned in and kissed her—casual, like breathing. Her hand found the side of his neck, pulling him in for just a second longer before they broke apart, foreheads touching.
"You're getting bold, Midoriya," she teased.
He smiled against her lips. "It's easy when I know you want it just as much."
Timeskip 1st Day of UA Midoriya Residence – Morning
The sun was barely up when Izuku stood in front of his bedroom mirror, buttoning his pristine UA uniform jacket. It fit like a glove—tailored, clean, and crisp. He adjusted the collar slightly, then reached for the green tie Inko had left out for him the night before.
Downstairs, the scent of grilled fish and eggs drifted into his room.
"Breakfast's ready!" Inko called.
He came down the stairs with that usual calm confidence, sleeves rolled up and bag slung over one shoulder. Inko turned from the stove, and the moment she saw him, her hand flew to her mouth.
"My baby," she sniffled, eyes already misty. "You look so grown up…"
Izuku chuckled and hugged her. "I'm still your baby, mom."
"Just taller, stronger, and dating a girl who could punch a bus in half."
"Yeah, there's that," he smiled.
They sat for breakfast, light conversation flowing between them until Inko reached across the table and took his hand.
"You're going to do great things, Izuku. I already know that. But today… just enjoy it. Have fun. Make memories. And maybe don't let Rumi intimidate the teachers on day one?"
"No promises," he laughed.
Usagiyama Residence – Same Time
Rumi tugged at the hem of her skirt with a scowl. "Why the hell is this so short?"
"It's standard, kid," Madako said from across the room, sipping her tea. "And you've got the thighs most would kill for. Of course it's gonna hike up."
Rumi groaned and threw on her jacket, then buttoned it halfway and turned to the mirror. Hair tied high, ears perked. She gave herself a once-over, then smirked.
"Damn. I look good."
"You look dangerous," Madako corrected. "Just don't scare off your teachers. Or your classmates. Or that boyfriend of yours."
Rumi rolled her eyes. "Please. Zuku loves it."
Madako raised a brow. "Still got that shirt of his hidden under your pillow?"
"Maybe," Rumi muttered, grabbing her bag. "Gotta smell like him for luck."
As she stepped toward the door, Madako called out, "Hey, Rumi."
She turned.
"I'm proud of you. And so would your mom. Go make her legacy proud too."
Rumi's expression softened, and she nodded. "Yeah… I will."
Train Station – Later
Izuku leaned against the column just outside the ticket gate, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets. The early morning crowd buzzed around him, but he stood calm and collected—until something slammed into his back.
"ZUKU!!"
A laugh escaped his lips right as arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs locked around his waist. Rumi clung to him piggyback-style, pressing a kiss to his cheek with no shame whatsoever.
"You trying to knock me over on day one?" he said, hands under her thighs to keep her balanced.
"Just claiming what's mine," she said smugly, chin resting on his shoulder. "Miss me?"
"Every second," he said without missing a beat.
She slid off his back and landed next to him with that confident swagger. "So. UA, huh?"
"Think they're ready for us?" he asked, adjusting his collar.
"Not even a little."
They boarded the train together, claiming a window seat. She leaned into his side, watching the city blur by as the train picked up speed.
"You excited?" he asked.
"Hell yeah," she replied. "Nervous?"
"Nope. Not with you at my side."
She smirked. "Damn right."
There was a quiet beat between them before she added, "We're gonna run that school, Zuku. Just you watch."
He turned to her, eyes bright. "I believe it."
First impressions
The train gave a final ding as it slowed to a stop at the station. Izuku stepped off first, his steps easy despite the girl clinging to his back like an energetic backpack.
Rumi tightened her grip, chin on his shoulder. "You know, I could get used to this. You make a damn good ride."
He laughed. "You're gonna spoil me before we even get to class."
"You are spoiled. I just call it appreciation." She kissed his cheek again with a grin. "You've got the muscles. Use 'em."
"I also need oxygen," he joked, twisting his neck slightly. "I'd like to breathe on the first day."
She dropped off his back with a thud and stretch. "Fine. But don't expect me to walk the whole day."
The two strolled through the gates of U.A. High School, the grandeur of the institution stretching above them like a monument to dreams.
Rumi stared up at the massive building. "Looks like it belongs in a movie."
"Big place," Izuku said. "Big goals."
She gave him a sly look. "And big dorks trying to become heroes."
He nudged her. "Well, this dork's your dork."
"Damn right he is."
As they approached the classroom building, they stopped in front of the enormous sliding door labeled 1-A.
Rumi eyed the size. "Seriously? What kind of student needs a door like this?"
"Maybe someone turns into a kaiju," Izuku offered.
"Let's just hope the people inside aren't all monsters."
The door slid open.
--
Inside, tension snapped like a taut wire. Two boys stood at the center of the storm. One of them, of course, was Bakugo, already glaring like someone lit a fuse. The other was someone new: tall, sharply dressed in his own UA school uniform with a crisp red tie. His posture was rigid, arms slicing the air with precise motions, his rectangular glasses glinting with every move.
"You must apologize for your behavior!" the boy demanded. "This is a professional environment!"
"Shut it, extra," Bakugo growled.
The shouting paused when the two newcomers entered the room. The blue-haired student blinked, adjusting his glasses sharply.
"Ah, excellent timing!" he said, stepping forward. "You must be Rumi Usagiyama and Izuku Midoriya. You held the top two scores in the entrance exam. A remarkable performance!"
Izuku gave a polite nod. "Thanks. I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you."
The boy gave a stiff, formal bow. "Tenya Iida. From Somei Private Academy. I'm honored to be in your class."
Rumi tilted her head, unimpressed. "You're wound tighter than a drum."
"I believe in discipline and proper conduct," Iida said firmly.
She smirked. "So, you're the class rulebook."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I wouldn't."
Izuku barely kept from chuckling, but Rumi leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "This place is already a riot."
Then she spotted someone else across the room. "Froggy!"
Sitting toward the back was a girl with dark green hair, large eyes, and a blank, observant expression. She blinked once, then smiled faintly.
"Rumi?"
Rumi grabbed Izuku's hand and yanked him toward the familiar face.
"This is my battle zone buddy—Tsuyu Asui," she said, beaming. "Froggy, this is my man."
"Hi, Midoriya, I rember you from after the exam," Tsuyu said. "Rumi was the one who did most of the damage during the exam. She crushed a bot so hard it broke another one."
"Yup, it's good to see you again" Izuku nodded. "That definitely sounds like her."
"Exactly," Rumi said proudly. Then her eyes caught movement behind him.
A brown-haired girl entered the classroom, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Izuku. Her face lit up.
"Hey! You're the one who saved me from the zero-pointer!"
Izuku smiled. "Yeah. Glad you're okay."
"Uraraka! I'm Ochaco Uraraka," she said, stepping up to him. "That was amazing, seriously! I don't know how you even got there in time."
Before he could respond, Rumi raised a brow and gave Ochaco a subtle once-over.
"She's cute," she murmured, low and flat.
Izuku turned to her with a soft smile and gently took her hand. "Yeah. But you're mine. And I'm yours. Nothing changes that."
That got a small, satisfied grin from her. "Damn right."
Meanwhile, Bakugo watched the exchange from his seat, tension visible in his shoulders. Saved someone? Deku? That doesn't make any damn sense. He was supposed to be quirkless. So how—
Before the atmosphere could shift again, the door slid open quietly—but only Rumi and Izuku turned to look.
A man in a yellow sleeping bag crawled through the doorway, unnoticed by the rest of the class. He pulled himself from said bag and stood up.
He had messy black hair that hung like curtains around his tired, sunken eyes. His face was gaunt, his body slouched. He wore a dark outfit with a scarf coiled loosely around his neck, and his presence was somehow... quietly dangerous.
He let the door shut behind him and took in the room with a blank expression.
"Homeroom hasn't even started, and you're already loud."
A few students turned, finally noticing him.
"I'm Shota Aizawa. Your homeroom teacher."
He pulled out a tablet from the scarf, clicking something on it.
"Put on your gym uniforms. We're doing a Quirk Assessment Test."
Several students blinked in confusion.
"Wait, what about orientation?" someone asked.
"Orientation?" Aizawa deadpanned. "We're not here to babysit future pros. If you want to waste time, you can go to a different school."
Rumi leaned over to Izuku. "...I really like him."
"You like anyone who tells people to shut up."
"That's the best kind of authority."
After receiving their gym uniforms, the students split off into their respective locker rooms.
--
Boys' Locker Room
Izuku pulled his gym shirt down over his defined torso, unaware that someone was eyeing him from the side.
"Yo, bro!" a cheerful voice called. "Didn't expect to see someone else here with actual muscle."
Izuku turned and met the sharp-toothed grin of a red-haired guy with a rugged look and a solid, lean build. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his energy radiated warmth.
"I'm Eijiro Kirishima," he said, holding out a fist. "Manly to meet you."
Izuku smiled and returned the fist bump. "Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you too."
"You train or something?" Kirishima asked, nodding at his arms. "You've got a solid frame. Wouldn't mind hitting the weights with you sometime."
"Yeah, sure! I've been working out for a few years now."
Another voice chimed in from a nearby bench. "Geez, I thought I was doing okay with my routine, but now I feel like a twig."
The speaker was a blonde guy with a relaxed vibe and a bolt motif on his gym shirt. He pointed at Izuku with a teasing pout.
"Denki Kaminari. You're kinda ripped, man. Low-key jealous."
Izuku laughed. "Hey, you look pretty fit to me."
Denki perked up. "Cool, cool. Just don't make me stand next to you during the tests. I'd look like your before photo."
Everyone in the locker room chuckled, and just like that, Izuku had already started forming connections.
--
Girls' Locker Room
Meanwhile, Rumi was already halfway into her gym shirt when she spotted Tsuyu and Ochaco chatting at one of the benches.
"You two look like you're talking about me," she said with a smirk as she dropped down beside them.
"Only about your man," Ochaco replied slyly.
Rumi smirked. "Yeah, he's something, huh?"
Tsuyu tilted her head. "He's strong. I bet you make a good team."
"Damn right," Rumi said, tying her hair up into a loose ponytail. "He already told me I'm the only one for him. So don't worry—I'm not threatened." She gave Ochaco a teasing wink.
Ochaco blinked. "What?! No! I'm not trying to steal—!"
"I know. Chill. I'm not the jealous type. I'm the 'break your legs and toss you over a roof' type."
Tension shattered as the girls burst into laughter.
That's when the locker room door swung open.
Mina Ashido strode in, pink and bubbly with horns poking from her curly hair. She stopped mid-step, her nose twitching like a bloodhound.
"Hold up—is there already a couple in this class?" she exclaimed.
The girls exchanged glances.
"Oh yeah," Rumi said, leaning back dramatically like a queen on her throne. "Name's Rumi. Got myself a man, strong, sweet, chivalrous… built like a fantasy."
Toru Hagakure's voice chimed in as her uniform floated in by itself. "Who?! Who is he?!"
Rumi stretched her arms. "Izuku Midoriya. Sweet green-haired stud with a power that makes the earth cry uncle."
Mina squealed. "Okay, yes, we need the tea. Did he ask you out? Did you kiss? What's the vibe?"
"Vibe is that he's mine and he's not going anywhere." Rumi grinned, eyes flashing with pride. "And yeah—we've kissed. A few times."
Even Tsu cracked a small smirk.
Rumi just shrugged. "Hey, I don't hold back. You'll see."
--
Training Grounds – Quirk Assessment Test
The class stood outside on a circular dirt field. Aizawa stood ahead of them, tablet in hand, scarf lazily draped around his shoulders.
Bakugo crossed his arms, glaring at the back of Izuku's head. He hadn't said a word yet, but his tension was palpable.
"We'll start with a simple test," Aizawa announced. "The Quirk Assessment. No frills, no holds barred. Let's see what you're capable of."
He tossed a softball into the air, catching it lazily. "Midoriya. You're up first."
Izuku stepped forward. "Me?"
"You placed top in the entrance exam. Let's see if it was a fluke. Use your Quirk. Go all out."
Bakugo smirked. "This'll be good…"
Aizawa turned to him. "Don't get your hopes up."
Izuku exhaled and clenched his fists. His aura flickered—green lightning crackled to life across his limbs. The wind shifted as his power ramped up.
"Full Cowl… 25%," he muttered.
He took a breath, wound up, and hurled the ball into the air with a roar. The ball disappeared into the clouds like a shooting star.
BEEP
2,146 meters.
The class gasped. Even Aizawa's brow lifted slightly.
Rumi let out a whistle. "Damn, baby."
"Holy crap…" Denki muttered.
Bakugo's eye twitched. "What the—?! Deku?!"
He lunged forward, hand crackling. "You're gonna tell me what that was—!"
ZWWIP.
Aizawa's scarf wrapped around him mid-leap. His hair rose, eyes glowing red. This caused Izuku's eyes to widen and start mutter about the pro hero Eraserhead with Rumi listening to him with a fond smile.
"Try that again," he said coldly, "and I'll expel you faster than you can say 'boom.'"
Bakugo growled, but stood down.
Aizawa released him and turned to the class. "This isn't a game. Anyone who thinks this is fun can leave."
Denki raised a hand. "Uhh… but it kinda looked fun—" Jiro did a facepalm and muttered idiot.
"No. It's not." Aizawa's tone dropped like a guillotine. "Whoever ranks last in this assessment… will be expelled."
The class froze.
Mina gasped. "Wait, what?!"
Momo stiffened. "That's… not in the rulebook."
Izuku stayed calm.
Rumi grinned. "He ain't bluffin'. Good. Time to earn our spots."
--
The Tests Begin
50-meter Dash
Izuku used Full Cowl at a steady 15%—just enough to blur past the sensors.
Rumi? She went full beast bunny, sprinting so fast she kicked up a shockwave.
Grip Strength
Kirishima cheered as Izuku shattered the device with a laugh. Rumi? She cracked hers and flexed. "Oops."
Side Steps, Long Jump, Endurance—each one a new showcase of power. Izuku balanced grace and strength. Rumi bulldozed her way through with unfiltered aggression.
Their chemistry was apparent in their playful taunts.
"Better keep up, green," she grinned.
"Only if you slow down, bun-bun," he shot back.
Even Aizawa seemed to be taking mental notes.
Then came the ball toss for everyone else.
Mineta tried to impress… and got distracted by every single girl.
"Woah, Rumi, you should stretch more—"
Thud.
She kicked a rock at his face.
"Eyes up, grape boy. Or I'll pop 'em."
--
The Results
As the final scores tallied, the screen lit up:
1. Izuku Midoriya
2. Rumi Usagiyama
3. Momo Yaoyorozu
4. Shoto Todoroki
5. Katsuki Bakugo
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20. Minoru Mineta
Silence.
"Mineta," Aizawa said flatly. "Pack your things."
Everyone gasped.
"Wait, seriously?!" Kaminari yelped.
Momo stepped forward. "Isn't that a bit… excessive?"
"No," Aizawa replied. "This isn't daycare. If you can't control your behavior or pull your weight, you're gone."
Mineta cried out, but it was clear.
Rumi? Just rolled her shoulders. "Good riddance."
Izuku leaned in and whispered, "I was hoping someone would toss him first."
She smirked. "Give me another day."
As Aizawa escorted Mineta out of the training field, his voice remained cold and blunt.
"Change out of your gym uniforms and return to the classroom. I'll be there shortly."
The class stood still, a little stunned by the abruptness. Mineta's shocked and whining protests echoed briefly before being silenced as the doors closed behind them.
--
Boys' Locker Room
Bakugo's boots practically stomped as he marched toward Midoriya, steam practically pouring out of his ears.
"You think you're hot shit now, huh, Deku?" he growled, standing nose-to-chest with Izuku. "That stunt out there—"
Izuku, calm and nonchalant, finished pulling his shirt on before meeting Bakugo's fiery gaze.
"I'm just doing my best," he replied. "That's what we're all here for, right?"
The calm tone only seemed to irritate Bakugo further, but before he could say anything else—
"Hey, back off, man," Kirishima stepped in, putting a firm arm between the two. He had a strong, athletic build and bright red spiky hair, his smile somehow both friendly and fearless. "We're all classmates here. Don't start beef on day one."
"Yeah," Denki Kaminari added, slipping his shirt on with a lazy grin. His blond hair was styled into a messy fringe with a black streak running through it like a lightning bolt. "Save the explosions for the villains, not the locker room. Also—dude—how are your arms that ripped already? You've been working out for the last, like, five years?"
Izuku laughed awkwardly. "Kind of... long story."
Kirishima chuckled and clapped Izuku on the back. "Yo, that throw earlier? Insane. We really gotta train together sometime. I think we could push each other to new heights."
Izuku smiled, grateful. "Sounds great. I'm always down for a good training session."
--
Girls' Locker Room
Momo Yaoyorozu adjusted her UA uniform with graceful precision. Tall and elegant, with long black hair tied into a refined ponytail, she carried herself with the posture of someone raised in a high-class home. She looked more like royalty than a teenager in high school.
"I can't believe Aizawa-sensei actually expelled someone… on the first day," she said, brows furrowed in disbelief.
"I can," Tsuyu said plainly as she zipped her uniform up. "Aizawa-sensei does seem like someone who makes iddle threats."
"Still," Ochako said, smoothing out her skirt. "It's kinda harsh, right? I mean, expelling someone already?"
Rumi, unfazed, cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. "He's been making lewd little comments under his breath all day. Guy was a ticking time bomb of perviness. Good riddance."
"...Wait, seriously?" Mina said, pausing mid-pose in the mirror. Her pink skin and wild cotton-candy hair made her stand out even in a room full of unique people. "Girl, you should've led with that! No wonder Aizawa-sensei was done with him!"
Sounds of agreement rippled through the locker room.
A sudden voice chirped from thin air, "Yikes. Glad I didn't hear that."
The voice belonged to Toru Hagakure, the Invisible Girl. Her school uniform floated in place as her entire body was unseen, except for the faint shimmer of her hands when she moved fast. Despite her condition, her bubbly tone always carried a cheerful, friendly energy.
"Sounds like it was more than fair," Toru added.
"Exactly," Rumi said, slipping her arms through her sleeves. "One creep down. Now we can focus on the fun stuff—like kicking ass."
Near the corner, a new voice joined in. "So… I'm hearing talk of a couple already in 1-A?" came a low, amused tone. Standing with arms crossed, Kyoka Jiro leaned back against the wall, one of her headphone jacks hanging loosely from her earlobe. She had short purple hair, half-lidded eyes, and wore her uniform with a casual, slightly disheveled air. Her punk aesthetic and chill attitude radiated coolness.
"That you, Jiro?" Rumi asked with a smirk.
"Depends. That you, bunny girl everyone's buzzing about?"
Rumi snorted. "Guilty."
Jiro smirked. "Not bad. Let's spar sometime. See if that speed of yours holds up to some sick basslines."
"You're on."
--
Hallway Outside the Locker Room
Izuku stood outside the girls' locker room, waiting with his hands behind his back. The door opened, and like a white blur, Rumi launched at him with a glomp that nearly knocked him back.
"You're late, greenie," she teased.
"I've been here for—oof—like a minute!" he laughed, catching her with ease and setting her down gently.
"Good! That means you're still fresh enough for this!" she said, turning him around and leaping onto his back and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Piggyback time!"
Izuku didn't even hesitate. He adjusted his stance and hooked his arms under her thighs with a smile. "Yes, ma'am."
"That is highly inappropriate for school grounds!" Iida shouted as they passed him, arms pumping in exaggerated indignation. "We are representatives of—"
"Lighten up, Specs!" Mina called. "They're adorable. Let them be adorable."
Several students chuckled, while Rumi stuck her tongue out at Iida.
"This is what school spirit looks like," she said with a grin.
--
On the Way to Class
As they made their way down the hallway, a few students caught up to them.
"Yo, new power couple alert," Mina teased, walking beside them. "You two always this cute?"
"You have no idea," Rumi grinned, nuzzling her cheek against Izuku's.
"You're not worried he'll run off with that floaty girl, though?" Mina teased, wagging her eyebrows.
Rumi gave a mock scoff. "He's mine, I'm his. That's the deal. Besides—did you see the way he was looking at me out there? Ain't no room for second place."
Izuku turned pink but nodded firmly. "She's the only one for me."
"Awww," Toru chimed, her uniform sleeves clapping together. "You guys are gonna give me cavities!"
"Careful," Jiro said, earbuds bouncing. "Keep flirting that hard, you'll be the new class idols before lunch."
"I can live with that," Rumi replied.
--
Back in the Classroom
Aizawa entered a few minutes later, his capture weapon coiled around his shoulders again. His tired eyes scanned the class.
"Everyone, take your seats."
The classroom layout was revealed, and each student's name was already labeled. As fate would have it, Izuku and Rumi were seated right next to each other—middle row, window side.
"I see destiny's doing its thing again," Rumi said as she slid into her seat, one foot kicked up casually.
Izuku just smiled. "Lucky us."
"As I said before," Aizawa began, arms folded, "this is U.A., not some playground. The syllabus is intense. You'll be working harder than you've ever worked in your life. Get used to being exhausted. But also—get used to excelling."
He handed out the class syllabi, a thick folder of rules, expectations, and upcoming class schedules.
"Read it. Memorize it. We begin hero training first tomorrow afternoon after lunch. For now, you're dismissed."
As chairs scraped and students began to pack up, Momo leaned forward to Rumi, brows raised. "He really did expel someone."
Rumi just shrugged, already leaning into Izuku. "Told ya. Creeps don't last long around me."
Izuku reached over and squeezed her hand with a grin.
With the school day ending earlier than expected, Izuku and Rumi strolled hand-in-hand down the hall, her mood noticeably lighter now that the stress of the surprise assessment test and threat of expulsion was behind them.
"So," Rumi said, stretching lazily. "We sneak off, find a vending machine, and chill on the roof till dinner?"
Izuku smiled. "Sounds perfect."
Before they could get too far, a voice rang out from behind them.
"Hey lovebirds!" Mina called, practically skipping toward them. "You guys in a rush or what?"
Rumi raised an eyebrow. "Not really. What's up?"
"Some of us were thinking of hitting that ramen joint just off campus—y'know, the cozy one with the cat mascot? Since Aizawa-sensei let us out early, I figured it'd be fun to bond a little!" she beamed. "You in?"
Izuku and Rumi exchanged a quick look. The idea of a quiet moment alone was tempting, but...
"Sure," Rumi said with a smirk. "Why not? Haven't seen what kind of weirdos we got in this class yet."
"Sweet! I'll round up the rest!" Mina clapped and zipped off down the hall.
--
In the Classroom
"Yo! Quick headcount," Mina said, poking her head back into 1-A. "Who's down for ramen?"
"Me!" Kirishima instantly said, throwing a fist in the air.
"I'm in," Jiro added with a half-shrug. "Could use some carbs after all that test."
"Count me in too," Denki said. "I could eat five bowls right now."
"I suppose I could join as well," Momo said, adjusting her bag. "I've never been to a ramen shop with classmates before."
"Ooh, sounds fun!" Toru said excitedly, hopping in place (or rather, her uniform did).
"I'd like to come," Ochako said with a smile.
"I would also like to attend but alas I must get home to help my father," Iida said, standing stiff and proud. "But I must commend you. It is important to foster camaraderie with one's classmates!"
Tsuyu simply nodded. "Sure. I like ramen."
"Pass," Bakugo grunted, grabbing his bag and heading for the exit. "Don't need friends. Don't need noodles."
"I'm also going to pass," Shoto Todoroki said coolly, standing by the window.
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As the class gathered at the front gate of U.A., more students trickled out.
Mezo Shoji, towering above the rest, the only one taller than him being Izuku, approached quietly. His six strong arms were folded neatly, his face hidden beneath a grey mask. Despite his intimidating size, his posture was respectful and reserved.
"Social activity is beneficial. I'll come."
Fumikage Tokoyami walked up next, his dark birdlike head tilting slightly as he spoke in a deep, dramatic voice. "If the food nourishes both the body and the soul, I accept." Dark shadow popped out. "That's Fumis way of saying he's famished." The dark fowl said.
"Uh… sure," said Mashirao Ojiro, flicking his powerful tail behind him. He was toned, calm, and gave off a martial artist's vibe. "I could eat."
Hanta Sero, with black hair and a wide grin, swung his arms casually as he joined. "Yeah, I'm in. I heard their spicy miso's killer."
"Oui oui, I shall join too!" said Yuga Aoyama, striking a dazzling pose with a hand to his chest. The boy sparkled—literally—thanks to his shimmering belt and flamboyant uniform. "Every star deserves to dine in style!"
Rikido Sato, broad and muscular, brought up the rear. "If they've got sweets or desserts, count me in."
With nearly the whole class now assembled (minus Bakugo Ilda, and Todoroki), the group began walking into town.
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The Walk to the Ramen Shop
As the group moved down the stone path lined with cherry blossom trees, laughter and casual chatter filled the air.
Denki pulled out his phone and started scrolling through music. "Hey, Jiro—check this out. The new Electric Howl album dropped yesterday!"
"No way!" Jiro leaned in, her excitement breaking through her usual chill. "You listen to them too?"
"Religiously," Denki grinned. "Track six is fire."
"You're both fans?" Momo asked, her interest piqued. "I've read about their compositions, but I've never listened before. What genre are they?"
Jiro's eyes sparkled. "They're a mix of punk rock and techno fusion. Trust me—you'll love the live drums."
"Then please, send me the playlist," Momo said, pulling out her phone.
Meanwhile, Mina, Ochako, Tsuyu, and Toru were locked in a discussion about plushies and accessories.
"Oh my gosh, did you see the new bunny keychains in the campus store?" Toru gasped.
"I got three of them!" Mina said proudly.
"They had a frog one too," Tsuyu added. "It was weirdly accurate."
"Anything cute is dangerous around you guys," Ochako giggled. "You're all gonna bankrupt yourselves."
In the back of the group, Rumi walked beside Kirishima and Izuku, who had his arm gently looped around her waist. She leaned into him casually, clearly content.
"You train every day too?" Kirishima asked, glancing over at her.
"Twice a day, minimum," Rumi said, flashing him a grin. "I get cranky if I go too long without moving."
Kirishima chuckled. "Same! I can't sit still too long either. You ever try mixing resistance with explosive movement? Builds both strength and speed."
Rumi's ears perked up. "Now that's a language I speak. You got a favorite circuit?" She slid out of Izuku's arm so that way she could engage in the conversation a little better.
"Oh yeah! I'll trade you routines if you're down."
They bumped fists and started swapping notes like old gym buddies, excitedly tossing out training techniques and challenges. After a few minutes, Kirishima grinned wide. "You know, I think you're the sister I never had but always wanted. We'd wreck any training room together."
Rumi snorted. "Tch, about time someone other than Zuku kept up. Yeah, you're alright, Red."
A few steps ahead, Izuku glanced back and caught the two in animated conversation, tossing playful jabs and flexing mid-story. He smiled to himself, proud.
"She's making friends already," he murmured with warmth.
Beside him, Mina who drifted back to see what the excitement was about tilted her head. "You're not worried about someone else stealing your thunder?"
Izuku looked at her, calm and steady. "Nah. She's mine. And I'm hers."
Mina blinked, then smiled. "Dang, you two are seriously ride or die, huh?"
Before he could answer, Rumi caught up and slid her arm around Izuku's waist. "That Red guy? Total bro. I like him."
Izuku chuckled. "Glad you're making friends. He seems like someone you'd spar with for fun."
"You know it. Might rope you both into a three-way match."
"Oh? Now that sounds dangerous."
"Only if you blink."
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Curiosity Sparks
About halfway down the street, as the ramen shop came into view, someone finally asked:
"Hey, not to be nosy or anything," Sero started, "but why do you two always seem to be touching? You're like, always holding hands or leaning on each other."
"They're dating, dude," Mina said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, I figured that," Sero clarified. "But like… is there more to it?"
Rumi chuckled. "Rabbit instincts."
There was a beat of silence.
"...Huh?" Denki blinked.
"My quirk's got a lot of rabbit stuff in it," she explained, tapping her ear. "And rabbits? We're big on scent. So I'm just… y'know, trying to get my scent all over him. Let everyone know he's mine."
Izuku turned pink instantly.
"And vice versa," Rumi added with a smirk, bumping her head into his shoulder. "Getting his scent on me calms me down. Makes me feel safe. It's instinctual."
"Ribbit. I get it," Tsuyu chimed in. "I have frog instincts too. When I get anxious, I'll crouch or cling to people. It's not something I think about—it just happens."
"That's actually really sweet," Toru said. "Weird, but sweet."
"Man, quirks are wild," Ojiro muttered.
"Somebody get a camera," Mina whispered to Ochako. "We're living in a romcom."
They all laughed as the ramen shop came into full view.
Rumi grinned. "Time to eat."
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Ramen Time
The ramen joint wasn't fancy—just a cozy, low-lit spot with paper lanterns, wooden booths, little dog house out front that was home to a grey furred cat and the delicious scent of broth and garlic hanging in the air. They had to push a couple tables together to fit everyone, but somehow the chaotic energy only made the outing better.
Rumi and Izuku slid into the far corner of the table, her ears flicking with contentment as she claimed her seat next to her boyfriend. Mina plopped across from them, practically vibrating with excitement. Tsu, Toru, Ochako, and Momo took spots near her. Kirishima and Denki, claimed the opposite side of the table. Jiro took the seat beside Momo, earbuds out for once, and Sero, Ojiro, Shoji, and even Tokoyami took the edge seats, quiet but still curious.
Yuga took the opportunity to sit at the end of the table, elegantly placing a napkin in his lap.
The Orders
"Two pork miso!" Rumi said, raising her hand quickly—one for her, one for Izuku.
"You eat as much as me," Kirishima grinned.
"Gotta fuel the beast," Rumi replied, bumping her shoulder against Izuku, who just chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately and scratched one of her ears causing her to thump her foot in appreciation.
The rest of the table chimed in with their own orders—Denki got a spicy bowl that he immediately regretted, Jiro stuck with simple shoyu, and Tokoyami ordered cold noodles with a soft, poetic air: "My power thrives in contrast… heat dulls the soul."
There was a beat of silence.
"…Dude," Denki whispered. "That was awesome."
Group Vibes
Once the bowls hit the table, the energy hit full throttle.
Denki, Jiro, and Momo somehow got into a debate over the best rock band of the decade. "It's totally Voltage Crisis," Denki said.
"Overrated," Jiro shot back. "Crimson Howl's instrumentation is next level."
Momo, surprisingly, chimed in with perfect recall of music theory. "Actually, Crimson Howl uses a progression rooted in classical symphony structures. I find them quite impressive."
"Whoa," Denki blinked. "Remind me not to argue music with either of you."
Meanwhile, Mina, Ochako, Tsu, and Toru were in a deep discussion about adorable animals, favorite snacks, and cute accessories.
"I want a keychain with a little rabbit in a hoodie," Toru said.
"Oh my gosh, I have one of those!" Mina squealed.
Tsu tilted her head. "I like frogs, obviously. But sloths are kind of underrated. They have a vibe."
The Bros
Kirishima clinked his chopsticks against Izuku's bowl. "Bro, if I'd known I'd be eating with a guy who bodied a zero-pointer and had a badass bunny girlfriend on day one, I'd have dressed up."
Izuku laughed. "It's been… a wild couple of weeks."
Sero joined in. "You're both scary athletic. I saw you during the tests—made me rethink my stretch game. And the way she attacked the quirk assessment was scary in a good way."
Shoji gave a simple nod of respect, his quiet but solid presence somehow comforting. "You're strong. Both of you. It's good to know."
Ojiro added, "That kind of strength is Impressive. Do you train together often?"
"Every day," Rumi said with a wink. "Well, unless we're wrestling."
The table exploded with groans and laughter.
Closing the Night
As the last of the noodles were slurped and drinks refilled, the group settled into an easy calm. Even Tokoyami cracked a faint smile at something Denki said. The class might have only just formed, but the foundation was already there—shared battles, shared food, and shared laughs.
As the laughter from the ramen shop died down and classmates peeled off in pairs and trios, Rumi looped her arm tighter around Izuku's. The sky above them had turned that soft lavender-blue of early evening, streetlights blinking on with a warm hum.
"Well, that was fun," Rumi said, ears flicking slightly. "Didn't think I'd actually like this many people."
Izuku smiled, matching her pace despite having to adjust his long strides. "Yeah…they're really something. I'm glad we went."
"Still glad we're outta there though," she muttered, pressing a little closer into his side. "Too loud. And Kirishima almost made me choke on my noodles when he started yelling about protein powder ramen."
Izuku laughed. "He's got... passion."
"Idiot energy," she corrected, grinning. "But the good kind."
On the Way to the Station
They crossed a quiet street, the sound of their footsteps echoing on the sidewalk. Rumi looked up at him—way up, which always made her scowl.
"Can't believe I'm dating a walking skyscraper."
Izuku glanced down, cheeks coloring. "You like it."
"I do," she admitted, tail swishing. "Makes it easy to do this."
Before he could react, Rumi tugged his arm and jumped—hooking one leg around his side and latching on like a koala. With barely any effort, he caught her under the thighs.
"This is kidnapping," Izuku said between laughs as she clung to him.
"This is being short and in love," she corrected smugly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "You're my personal tree."
He adjusted his grip and sighed playfully. "You know people are gonna stare."
"Let 'em," she said. "I want them to know."
The Train Ride
The train was mercifully quiet, and the pair snagged a corner seat. Rumi had fully taken over his lap, her smaller frame curled lazily against his chest. Her ears were drooping now, twitching every so often as she relaxed in his warmth.
Izuku rested his chin on her head and gently played with her long white hair, smiling softly as her breathing slowed a little.
"You sleepy?"
"Mmm... just comfy," she mumbled. "You make a good pillow, Zuku."
He chuckled. "I try."
They didn't talk much on the train. Just soft glances. Gentle touches. His hand wrapped around hers like it was second nature.
Arriving at Rumi's Place
Her home was tucked just off a quiet side street. As they stepped inside, Madoka peeked from the kitchen.
"Well, look who's late." She smirked. "Had to pry you two apart from the hip?"
"He was the one who wouldn't let go," Rumi said quickly, shooting Izuku a wink.
"I have no defense," Izuku laughed.
Madoka nodded, clearly amused. "You staying for dinner, Izuku?"
"I—uh—"
"Nope," Rumi cut in, grabbing his hand. "He's just stopping by."
Madoka raised a brow as the two disappeared upstairs.
In Rumi's Room
The door clicked shut. Rumi exhaled and flopped onto her bed dramatically. Izuku took a moment to glance around, smiling softly.
Her room was... very Rumi.
The walls were painted a soft, dusky mauve, but it was clear that was more Madoka's doing than hers. Posters lined one wall—most of them fight promos, female pro heroes, or vintage martial arts movie prints. Her bed sat low to the ground, the blankets thrown across it in a messy heap of black, grey, and lavender. A punching bag hung from the ceiling in the corner, swaying gently from a breeze through a cracked-open window. Her weights and resistance bands were stacked neatly on a small rack near her closet.
One bookshelf stood full of manga, and on top of it, a few framed photos—Rumi with Madoka, a few faded ones from childhood, and now, newly added, one with her and Izuku from the beach.
There was just enough mess to show she lived there and enough order to show she cared. "My legs are tired. Carrying all that charm around school was exhausting."
Izuku leaned against the wall, smiling. "And you had me carry you half the day."
"Exactly," she grinned. "That's what boyfriends are for."
He walked over, and she sat up, reaching for him without hesitation. Her fingers slid around his waist, tugging him down until he was seated beside her. Then, slowly, she climbed into his lap, straddling him this time.
Rumi leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his. "You're not just my boyfriend, you know."
"Oh?" he murmured, heart pounding.
"You're my favorite scent. My best sparring partner. My soft place to fall." Her voice softened, "Mine, Zuku. You get that?"
"I do," he breathed, before kissing her.
It was slow. Deep. Sweet at first, then hungrier as her hands found the back of his neck, tugging him closer. His hands rested gently on her waist, mindful even as she pressed harder into him.
They parted only when air became a necessity.
Rumi blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, ears twitching. "If you weren't so damn noble, I'd never let you leave."
He laughed, low and shaky. "Trust me, it's not easy."
They kissed once more—gentler now. Then Rumi climbed off his lap with a final teasing smirk. "Go. Before I change my mind."
Back at Home
Izuku arrived just in time for dinner. Inko greeted him with a warm hug and his favorite meal already plated.
"How was school?"
"Kind of perfect," he said, unable to stop the smile.
Later that night, he lay in bed, phone in hand.
[Izuku] I'll dream of you, I promise.
[Rumi] Better. I'm gonna dream of you too. I already miss your smell.
[Izuku] We'll fix that in the morning.
[Rumi] Damn right we will. Night, tree trunk.
[Izuku] Goodnight, bunny.
Chapter End
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