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“Kacchan! Wait up!”

Izuku shouted, trying to catch up to the blonde. Katsuki scowled, turning to look at the greenette.

“Tch, hi zuku . You on the way to the entrance exam?”

“Mhm! We are going to be the best heroes ever!!”

The boy said energetically, waving his arms around in an excited motion

“Yeah yeah, but you’re going to be number 2! And don’t walk in front of me!”

The boy chuckles, moving to walk next to the taller one.

The duo got on the train talking about a recent hero fight between a villian with a marionette quirk which allowed her to control toys against a hero who could manipulate light.

“The hero had temporarily blinded the opponent and captured them, if only she did that from the start.. the fight would have ended way quicker, but to be fair the fight was sprung upon her and didn’t have a second to think before she was forced into fighting…”

“Oi, izuku, 1. Youre muttering, 2. It’s our stop,”

Izuku looked up at katsuki and quickly grabbed his bag, following the taller boy off the train. The two chatted about random stuff, mostly quirks, as they arrived at the gates of UA.

Izuku eyes shimmer with excitement as he looks up at the tall builing of his dream school.

“Kacchan!! We are really here!! At UA!!”

“Tch, obviously nerd, now hurry up or I’m leaving you behind!”

As the two enter the auditorium they look around, most seats had already been occupied, but there were a few spare seats near the back. They say down next to a boy with purple hair and eyebags which were far to big for izukus liking, not even his were that big! And he barely slept, tho that was because he always forgot to as he spent most of his free time analysing heroes.

“ALRIGHTY LITTLE LISTENERS! WELCOME TO THE UA ENTRANCE EXAN!” Present mic shouted, his voice echoing through the room, Izuku let out a small squeak of both surprise and excitement. Izuku started muttering, not noticing until a boy with blue hair pointed it out.

Izuku felt like his face was on fire as he curled in on himself. Katsuki flicked him on his forehead lightly and izuku looked up at him, the blonde pointed towards the stadium as present mic carried on explaining the exam, hopefully the rest will go smoothly.

“NOW THAT THE EXPLANATION FOR THE PHYSICAL EXAM IS DONE! MY FRIENDLY ASSISTANT ECTOPLASM WILL HAND OUT THE WRITTEN EXAMS! GOOD LUCK LITTLE LISTENERS!”

After the written exam, Katsuki and izuku had to part ways due to being put into different areas, which probably was made so friends couldn’t works together, but still, izuku could be sad.

Izuku arrived to his area and saw the blue haired boy that had pointed him out earlier, before the boy could notice izuku, he quickly ran to the front of the group, hoping to get in quick.

Izuku was short, shorter than he probably would have been if it was for the fact that he threw up everytime he trained due to his quirk, meaning he never really grew fully because of the lack of nutrients, which he can use to his advantage.

Now, the voice hero just said ‘it starts as soon as the gates separate’ which was an oddly weird way to phrase it. Izuku made his way to the front of the group as people got ready to run as the gates slowly opened, but izuku had already ran in as soon as the gap was large enough for him, izuku could feel all the eyes on him, was he allowed to do thi-

“WHATCHA GUYS WAITING FOR?! THE GREEN BEANS GOT THE RIGHT IDEA! THERES NO COUNTDOWN IN THE REAL WORLD!”

Present mic voice rang through the mock city.

‘Green bean? What kind of name is that!’

Izuku thought, but quickly had to forget about it as he ran to the nearest 2-pointer, activating his quirk, fire coming out of his mouth. He guides the fire towards the camera as, finally, people started running through.

The camera let out a loud crack as Izuku grabbed a pole from someone else’s previously  destroyed robot shoving it through the hole, he then used it as a lever as the head came flying of crashing into a nearby 1-pointer.

Fuck. If izuku had to keep doing this to earn points, he won’t gain enough to get in.

As Izuku looks around, he sees the boy with purple hair from earlier standing around, looking clueless.

“Heyo! I’m izuku Midoriya, I’m presuming you don’t have a physical quirk?”

“Uhm, yeah. Hitoshi shinso. My quirk is brainwashing- it doesn’t really work against robots.”

Izuku hummed

“Ahh, that’s a shame. This test was designed for people with physical quirk so that’s a shame. My quirks pyrokinesis by the way, I believe the exam probably has some sort of rescue points, I think it was mentioned in the booklet of rules that we got given entering the room, so go and help people! I’m going to join you as my tactic won’t get me enough points.”

And with that, Hitoshi and Izuku went of going around and helping people trapped under rubble and surrounded by robots, the injured, and some people who simply couldn’t find other robots.

That day when he finished the entrance exam, he went home and his phone was a little heavier, as it had a new number after all.

Kacchan was no longer the only friend he had!

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Izuku was worried, a letter from UA still hadn’t arrived yet! Which to be fair was meant to arrive later today, but still! He had the right to be worried! What if he didn’t get in? Would another school accept him? What would he become? I mean sure, there are other hero schools out there but none of them held up to the standards of UA! If they didn’t accept him he could always curl up into a ball and never show his face to anyone ever again was always an option? Right?

“Izuku, honey, your letter from UA is here! Come one! Let’s open it!”
His mom’s teary yet excited voice called from the kitchen.
Izuku breathed in a bit to fast, coughed, some smoke flying out his mouth, as he quickly stood up, his chair falling onto his foot, a multilingual mix of words spilling out of his mouth.
“Coming mom!”

The boy launched himself over the top of the couch, sitting down as his mom walked into the room with the letter, slowly placing herself down next to him as she passed the letter to Izuku with shaky hands
“Now remember baby, it’s okay if you don’t get in, alright?”
Izuku just nods, fearing that he would choke if he talked or even opened his mouth. Fumbling with the letter, he opened it, looking away, only looking back when he heard a soft thud. A disk? Huh?
A few seconds later a hologram started playing, lighting up the room with a blue-ish glow,All might appearing on the screen.

“HELLO YOUNG MIDORIYA!” All mights voice boomed around the room. Izuku’s and inko’s eyes widen, hands holding eachothers nervously.
“It’s is me! ALL MIGHT! And you might be wondering why I am doing this, well it is because I am now teaching at UA!”
Izuku’s eyes widen, all might is teaching at UA?!? It now make sense why he moves to musutafu, but still!
“But that is not why you are getting this letter young Midoriya, it is because you have been accepted into UA hero course!

You did not only excel in the written exam, but you and young shinso figured out a different part of the entrance exam”

all might paused for dramatic effect

“rescue points, being a hero is not just about fighting villains but it’s also about helping and saving innocent lives. So, izuku Midoriya, welcome to UA.

This is your hero academia.”

Izuku eyes were watering, he did it, he actually did it! The boy glanced at his mother, who was already balling, which ofcourse made Izuku ball.

It really is unhealthy with the amount they cry.

“You did it!” Inko pulled the kid into a hug “oh sweetie, you actually did it! You made it into UA! Let’s call aunt Mitsuki and see if they can come over to celebrate! I wonder if Katsuki did to? We can make katsudon and some spicy food for the bakugous! Oh my kami, baby I am so proud of you!”
Inko walks out of the room, her tears never ending as she dialled up aunt Mitsuki’s number.
Izuku sits there for a while, tears flowing down his face, he couldn’t believe it. He actually got into UA. All that wait is to see if Kacchan and shinso get in!
That reminds him…
He grabs his phone, calling shinso, he would get to see Kacchan soon anyway and it’s not like the two haven’t called or talked to each other in the past few days.
“Hi Midoriya.” a tired voice comes from the other end of the call, izuku smiles, wiping away his tears and catching his breath.
“Hi shinso! Have you gotten your letter yet?”
“Mhm, arrived like- 10 minutes ago. Did you get in? You sound like you’ve been crying, but knowing you, theres a possibility those could be happy tears”
Izuku chuckles “Yeah, I got in! Did you?”
“All thanks to you.”
“Aww, thanks Shinso! Anyway, I’ve got to go, Kacchan and his family is coming over soon! See you on the first day, I mean that’s if we are in the same class ofcourse, Byee!”
“Bye,”
Izuku, hung up as his mom walked back in.
“They’ll be here in half an hour, Katsuki got in to!”
“Really? That’s amazing!”
Izuku smiled, tears rolling down his face, his two friends would be going to the same school as him!
And with that the two started cleaning up the house, with inko occasionally checking on the food. A while later there was a knock on the door, izuku opened it, a wide smile appearing on his face again as his green eyes land on red.
"Hello aunt Mitsuki, ah! And masaru, come in! Katsuki do you want to play just dance?”
“Oh you’re on izuku!” The blonde and greenette both ran towards the lounge, a few minutes later loud music and stomping could be heard.

-

“Mitsuki! How have you been?”
“I’ve been doing okay, works stressful and I’ve got the little shit to deal with, how about you? How’s the hostipal?”
“Just as busy as ever.” Inko chuckles “come on, I’ll pour you some tea, and coffee for you, masaru?”
“Ofcourse inko”

-

In the lounge, izuku and katsuki were participating in a dance battle between the two along to Rasputin, Katsuki currently winning. The game ended, the two sitting on a couch, out of breath. Izuku hadn’t slept well in the last few days, anxious for his letter, well now that the anxiety was gone, exhaustion hit him like a truck. So when the smaller boys eyes started to close, he allowed himself to succumb to his tiredness, not noticing that when his head fell onto Katsuki’s shoulder, there was a small blush on the boys face.

Izuku woke up to a light flick on the forehead, he wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep for but when he looked outside it was already dark out. He looked at what he had fallen asleep on and realised HE HAD BEEN LEANING ON KACCHAN?! Izuku instantly turned bright red, curling in on himself in embarrassment, how could he have let them happen! How could Izuku be so stupid?!
“S-sorry Kacchan! I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you! I swear!”
“Tch, it’s whatever nerd, the foods ready.”
“Oh! Alright!”
Hopefully he’d be able to forget that experience.
(Yeah, no, that’s going to be an embarrassing moment that keeps him up at night)

They both stand up, walking towards the kitchen, and that’s how izuku ended his day, laughing at dinner and falling asleep on Katsuki once again whilst watching an all might documentary with everyone.
(Only falling asleep because he’s watched this one before)
Maybe life could forever be this peaceful, and be even better when he arrived at UA!

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Izuku and Katsuki were sat on the train, when his eyes land on familiar set of purple, messy hair, lighting up when he recognises who it is.
“Hey, shinso!” Izuku called out, the boy turned around, spotting the other.
“Oh. Hey Midoriya. I didn’t know you lived near here.” 
He looks over to the angry boy next to Izuku, who was glaring at shinso with a careful eye 
“Is that….’Kacchan’?” Shinso asked, seemingly holding back laughter, tilting his head slightly.
“Mhm-“
“It’s Katsuki bakugo to you, the nerd just has that shitty nickname for me, you are?”
“Hitoshi shinso.”
The two glare at eachother, shinso mostly did it because bakugo did first. Izuku stood and shifted awkwardly in the middle of it.
“The fuck is wrong with your face eyeba-“
Katsuki started, quickly interrupted
“Guys it’s our stop!”
Izuku says, trying to ease the tension, grabbing his and Katsuki’s bag. “Let’s go!”
 
“I CAN HOLD MY OWN BAG!!”

The three set off for UA, walking for around ten minutes. Once they arrived, and scanned their student ID’s, entering the building, which was a literal maze
(Which, to be fair, made sense as it was designed by a fucking rat that had a pure hatred for humans)

“FOR FUCK SAKE! WHERE IS THE STUPID CLASS” 
Katsuki screamed angrily, small sparks appearing in his hands, izuku gliding his hands to the boy explosion, redirecting it into a arrow shape and pointing it towards a nearby classroom door (holy shit, why the fuck is it so big?) with the ‘1-A’ on.
“There it is!” Izuku said gleefully, walking into the room, the others soon following shortly, after shinso smirked and muttered “You couldn't see that sign? Are you blind?” quietly to Katsuki, earning him a death glare into the back off his skull.

There were a few people already there, like a the boy with blue hair reading a book and a girl with a high, black ponytail talking to a girl with short purple hair and extended earlobes, was that her quirk? If so did it improve her hearing? The highlights in her hair kind off looks like heartbeats- does that have anything to do with it? Is she able to make her heartbeat sound louder? If so present mic would be someone good to train un-
“Izuku- youre muttering, again.” Katsuki said, elbowing the shorter boy.
“Eek! Sorry!”
“Tsk, whatever nerd now let’s sit down, eye-bags has.”
Izuku sat behind Katsuki with Shinso sat begin him, the three talked as their other classmates began to file in, with the blue haired boy, or now izuku knew him as Iida, shouting at Katsuki for “disrespecting the school’s property” (it really wasn’t a big deal…) the bell went a few minutes after everyone arrived. The class continued to talk, waiting for the teacher. Only izuku noticed the tired (and homeless) looking man in a sleeping bag at the door, the guy nodded at izuku and he nodded back, guessing it was some sort of test to see there situational awareness (or something like that?) and that this guy was their home room teacher (Izuku swore he could recognise that face- from where though?). After a few minutes the man coughed, everyone’s heads and attention snapping towards the figure on the floor.

“3 minutes and 16 seconds. That’s how long it took for you guys to notice me, with help iswell. Apart from Midoriya, shinso and bakugo. Midoriya noticing me as soon as I arrived, shinso at 23 seconds and bakugo at 36.” (Bakugo glared angrily at this, not liking that he wasn’t first.) “You all should improve your situational awareness.”
The guy got out off his sleeping bag, and izuku instantly recognised that scarf and those bright yellow goggles, it clicked.
“Does anyone know who I am?”

Izuku hand shot up,

“Midoriya?”

“You’re the erasure hero: eraserhead! You’re an underground hero which specialises in fighting at night, one on one, and quirkless! Your quirk allows you to temporarily erase someone’s quirk, unless they’re physical-“ izuku pauses, realising he was muttering and instantly turns bright red, curling in on himself. “Sorry…”

Aizawas eyes widen slightly, he wasn’t expecting anyone to know who he is, and that the fact Midoriya knows so much about him is slightly worrying.
Shinso mumbled something along the lines of that was “impressive” and “show-off”

“That’s correct. Now go put your gym uniforms on.”

Shouta aizawa was surprised with izuku Midoriya, first of all the kid had amazing situational awareness, with him noticing aizawa instantly, with the quickest time before him being 17 seconds. Then, the boy proceeded to give a short analysis and only stopped himself out of pure embarrassment, he could tell that the boy was able to go on though.

That in its self was impressive, considering he’s an underground hero avoiding the media, meaning there should be little to no footage or records of him online...

Shouta remembered the boy from the entrance exam, he had the second overall high score, but one of the lowest for villain points with only five, yet he and shinso had discovered rescue points, getting the highest points in that category. Aizawa knew that he would not be expelling those two and bakugo (unless proved wrong). They all had great potential to become heroes. He hoped that the rest of the class did to.

Iida eyes widen, waving his arms around in a robotic motion.
“But mr aizawa! What about orientation? We will miss-“
“Something that is a waste of time, here at UA I have free rein on how I run your class, meaning I can do what I want whenever I want. And I want you guys to put on your gym uniforms and meet me on the field.”

So that is what they did, with much to the disappointment and disapproval of Iida, they got changed and met up with the rest of the class.

“Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, correct? Throw this ball using your quirk and see how far you can get it. Give it all you got.” Aizawa said in a tired voice, Katsuki grabbed the ball setting of a few warm up explosions.

“DIEEEE!” Katsuki shouted, Letting of a large explosion as the ball flew high into the air, leaving a trail of smoke.
“705.2 metres what was your high score in middle school?”
“67”
Aizawa nods, turning to the rest of the class “today we are doing a quirk apprehension test. The person in last place will be expelled.”

There was a loud chorus of protests, izuku and Shinso glance at each other nervously, neither of their quirks being good enough most of the time for test like these.

The two took the test (I mean, it’s not like they had a choice.), worried every time it was their turn. In the end, Shinso was last, sadness glinted in his surprisingly good poker face. Izuku knew how he felt, he may not relate, sure. But he knew that shinso had been told he had a villain quirk his whole life, and izuku knew what it was like to be rejected by society, his quirk had came a few years late, meaning everyone rejected him, because he was ‘quirkless’ (typical quirk discrimination…) 

Then Shinso finally got into his dreams school to become a hero and to prove everyone wrong, only to get expelled.
Oh… how Izuku wanted to hug shinso and tell him all would be okay.

“My threat was simply a logical ruse to make sure you did your best on the test, so no shinso, I will not be expelling you. Today at-least.”

Shinso a lips quirked upwards slightly, not so obvious normal someone would see it, but to an observant person like Izuku it was like reading an open book.

Originally , it hadn’t been a logical ruse and Shouta has expelled people because they failed, heck- he expelled a whole class last year! but aizawa couldn’t bring himself to do it with shinso. Aizawa knew what it felt like to be in the kid's position, the only reason he was able to become a hero was because he won the sports festival in his second year. Plus, the kid had so much potential! Of course, he would never say that out loud, a statement like that could ruin his reputation as the scary, stoic and strict teacher who never handed out praise like that. It wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as the time he had forgotten to change out of his bright pink pyjama trousers with cats all over that hizashi had gotten him, but it would be a large blow to that image.

“Hey, Midoriya! Wait up!"
A girl with short brown hair ran up to Izuku as he looked at her, he glanced at the other two
“I’ll meet you guys outside, wait for me and please don’t kill each-other .”
Izuku added a sarcastic drawl to the last part, turning to look at the girl
“Sorry about that, Uraraka right? Anti-gravity quirk?”
“That’s me! You’re midoriya right? Uraraka asks energetically "Pyrokinesis quirk or whatever bakugo called it?"
izuku nods in response.
“Well Midoriya… I was wondering if I could get your number?”
The girls natural blush somehow becomes even more pronounced.
“It’s just that I found you really cool and wanted to be friends with you!”
Izuku chuckles
“It’s no big deal uraraka, and yeah you can have my number!"

“Kami, I am starving. Want to go to a cat cafe?” Shinso asked the other two, dramatically clutching his stomach.
“Sounds fun!”
“If the nerds in I’m in then I guess.”

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The 3 arrived at the cat cafe, Izuku believes he had visited this one once or twice during his intense study sessions for the UA entrance exam, but with how the cats all jumped and purred against shinso, he was definitely a regular. Izuku’s theory was confirmed when a worker called out to them.
“Oh! Hey toshi, brought some friends this time?”
“Hey Takeda. Oh, and yeah… guys meet Takeda Rinka, her family owns the cafe.”
“Hitoshi Shinso, how many times do I have to tell you? Please just call me Rinka."
Rinka looked over at the others behind Shinso. "That goes out to all of you listeners too! Could get a bit confusing if you don’t!”
The girl chuckled, walking over whilst carefully avoiding the cats that were purring against her.

Takeda Rinka looked around the same age as them, she had blonde hair with yellow eyes (hmm, kinda reminds izuku of present mic). And ,to be honest, It was clear the girl was a fan of him. She had a few pins of the hero and her 'Put Your Hands Up' radio (Present Mic's radio show) shirt was the cleanest part of her cat fur covered outfit. Rinka also had a pair of Present Mic's signature sunglasses pushed up on top of her head. Izuku didn’t notice the dark purple hearing aids she was wearing till she was leading them to their tables. They were so much of a contrast from the bright colours she obviously preferred to wear it was almost jarring.

“So shinso, who are your friends?”
“A-ah!" The green bean stammered, "I’m sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Izuku Midoriya!”
“Tch. Katsuki bakugo.”
“Coolio! So, it’s great to meet you guys! Call me over once you know what you want!”
Rinka sets down a few menus, hitting Shinso on the head with one and avoiding the hand that swatted at her in retaliation. She then walks away, greeting a few new customers.

“What’s with all these shitty, cringey names? Americato? Catte? Meowcchiato? What the fuck!” Bakugo shouts, slamming the menu onto the table.
“I thinks it’s funny Kacchan!” Izuku answered with a smile.
“It’s whatever I guess…”
Shinso grinned evilly, “Midoriya sure changed your mind quickly.”

A few minutes later Rinka walks over, pen and paper in hand.
“Hey listeners! You ready to order?”
“Yep. I'll have my usual and a cheese sandwhich.”
“Hmm… A hot chocolate, black coffee, Blt and a ham sandwhich, please!” Midoriya said, leaning against bakugo slightly.
“That all?”
“Go ahead and add 2 large fries aswell then.” Shinso said, petting a cat that had jumped onto his lap.
Rinka wrote that down whilst a cat climbed onto her shoulders, walking away towards the counter.

“… Bakugo drinks black coffee..?”
“THE FUCK?!? That shits disgusting! I don’t know how izuku can stand it!”
Shinso holds back a snort,
“Y-you’re getting hot chocolate…?”
“YEAH? YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!?”
“No— no… I just didn’t think Midoriya would be the type to have black coffee?”
“Oh, yeah, I normally have like really sweet tea but I occasionally go for a black coffee for a bit of a change! It also pisses Kacchan off!”
“A bit? That’s full on sweet to the most bitter stuff you can get? You’re insane”
“I’m aware!”

The three talk for a while, about the random things that come to mind, eventually, Rinka walks over with the food in one hand and drinks in the other.
“Here you go! Enjoy! Once you’re done you can leave it there with the money and I will pick it up after you leave!”
“Thanks Rinka!” Izuku says, smiling gratefully at the girl whilst petting a tuxedo cat called Sir Milo,which had settled into his lap. The cat purred, snuggling against the boy.
Rinka smiled at the cat before skipping away to serve the other customers
“That girls weird.”
“KACCHAN!!”
Only Shinso caught the discreet signs that Rinka used to insult Bakugo right back, her sound based quirk that she definitely wasn't using to eavesdrop on her best friend's table letting her direct the speech to her hearing aids
“What? She’s like- way too energetic. Not even that shitty yellow haired dude- was it kaminari or something? could match her energy.”
Shinso chuckles
“Bakugo had a point, I’ve known her since we were young, she’s always been energetic like that. She was actually the reason I learnt sign language, because she kept bugging me to until I gave in.”
“Ooh! Shinso you know sign language? Me to! Well to be fair I know a bunch of languages…”
“You do? Like what.”
“I think it be easier to name the languages the nerd doesn’t know.”
“Kacchan… it’s not that many!”
“What was it? 7?”
“5 actually…. If you’re including morse code 6….”
Shinso tilts his head slightly in curiosity, and to let another cat snuggle against him.
“Let’s see, I'm fluent in Japanese, English, Japanese sign language, American Sign Language, French, then morse code ofcourse!”
“I understand morse code, Japanese and Japanese sign language and I can get behind English, it’s a decently common language. But why ASL and French?
“Nerd learnt ASL simply because he was bored, and French because my parents often go on business trips to France, and takes me with them. Occasionally giving pity to izuku and taking him along with us. Tch.”
There was silence as shinso took that information in, then just simply hummed in acknowledgment, to be fair shinso had learnt a few languages just to try (and fail) to improve his quirk. You know, now that shinso thought about it, Midoriya could probably help him— he’d seen a Quick Look at some of the pages in his notebook and saw how detailed the information was.
“Wait- ‘Kacchan’ how many languages do you know?”
“Japanese, French, and some jsl and English. Never really cared for languages.”
“You know what, that actually makes sense for you.”

There was an awkward silence as the three ate there food, Izuku looks down at his fries before look at up at the two.

“Hmm, I wonder what we are going to do tomorrow in heroic training, I think we have it with all might, don’t we?”
“Probably doing some fucking training exercises to figure our strengths and what not. I’m like 99% All might doesn’t know how to teach anyway.”
“Yeah, he’s way too busy with hero work to get a teaching licence I suppose. I wonder why nezu hired him then…”
Shinso spoke up after finishing his food
“Probably because he’s the number one hero? THE symbol of peace? If I was him I would to.”
Izuku nods, not exactly agreeing, their principal was smarter than that, but they’d probably find out soon enough anyway.

Unfortunately, the food could not last forever and they soon finished. The three packed up and payed the bill, izuku paying for Katsuki as he “payed last time you stupid nerd!”
"Bye Listeners! Hope you come again!" Rinka waved at them on the way out, signing a different goodbye to Shinso.

As they get onto the train to go home, izuku ponders, “Hey shinso?”
He gets a tired grunt in response
“How far do you live from XXXX apartments? It’s where I live and Kacchan lives in the rich area that’s like 5 minutes away from it.
“Hm? Oh. I live in an apartment complex around a 10 minute walk away from there— the one next to that fancy Chinese restaurant or something.”
“Maybe we could meet up eventually, there’s this girl above me constantly making explosions— I think she got into UA too!” Izuku suggested excitedly.
“Tsk. You seriously want to talk to that hatsume girl? Isn’t she like insane or something?”
“She’s an inventor Katsuki. You know I would’ve became one of if I didn’t end up having a quirk.”
“Sure you would izuku.”
“Inventors are important to heroes Kacchan, they make the support gear— and you know just as much as me how important support gear is!”
Shinso just look at the two in confusion
“I was a late bloomer by a few months, scared the living shit out of my parents.”
“Now that I think about it, you only ever mention your mother Midoriya?”
“My dad is in America for a ‘business trip’ and has been since I was around 6. so I’m like 90% sure he’s just left the family, that or he’s dead. Haven’t seen him for 6 years now, I mean, 6 years since he last called.”
“Ahh, a dead beat dad. Make sense now.”
Izuku chuckles, standing up.
“Aww… it’s our stop, bye shinso! See you tomorrow” —Izuku waves goodbye whilst following Katsuki off the train— “Kacchan can I come over to yours for dinner? moms working the night shift tonight and I’m to tired to cook for myself.”
“Tsk. The old hag won’t care, loves you more than me sometimes.”

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Izuku was trying to enjoy his lunch, but of course life said ‘fuck that!’ Because that was his luck! As an alarm blared in his ears, a wave of panic crashed over the cafeteria, everyone frozen in shock. Then, just as quickly as it started , the silence ended and there was a cacophony of noise as a crowd of people rushed out of the room, trays clattering against tables and floors as people dropped them. Shouts of panic echoing so loud you couldn’t tell what anyone was saying.

Izuku turned towards a nearby third year student who had sat on the table next to his.

“What is this alarm for?”

“I’m…. Im not quite sure, I think it’s the intruder alarm, but it’s never happened during my time at UA”

Izuku nodded at the guy, then turned towards the people he had sat with (which of course included: Shinso, Kacchan, Ochako. They had even managed to convince Iida to join them!) 

“Stay behind for a bit until it slows down, it will take us even longer to try and get in the-“

He pauses, catching a glimpse out the window.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, smirking, shinso didn’t really care, the others having varying levels of shock showing on their faces.

“Damn. Shit must be real serious if you’re swearing izuku.”

“It’s just the press, people being overdramatic.”

“You have to be shitting me! It’s just the fucking press?”

Sparks flicker from the boy's palms, a glare on his face.

“Not gonna lie, we should just sit here and eat our lunch and let everyone else figure that out” Shinso deadpanned, making his way back to the table and going back to eating his food. The others look at each other, silently debating whether they should join him or tell the rest of the school about their current predicament. Eventually, they give up and end up joining Shinso and continuing to eat their food. People sent them odd looks from the crowd in the hallway.

“How long do you bet it will take them to noti-“

Shinso starts, getting cut off by the speakers.

“Attention students, I’m afraid the alarm was  false. Please head back to the cafeteria calmly, apologies for any stress this has caused. If you are injured please report to recovery girls office-“

Izuku tuned Nezu out, curious about what happened. He glanced out the window, seeing Aizawa and Yamada-Sensei, along with a few other teachers trying to get the press to leave. He notices the gate, it had been completely turned to dust- must have been some sort of quirk, but the press wouldn’t do that, they know it’s too risky- right?

“-Doriya? Midoriya? Are you there?” 

Iida was waving his arm write in-front of Izuku’s face, snapping izuku out of what was likely to turn into another muttering spiral.

“Aah! Sorry Iida… I zoned out, sorry if I worried you!”

“As long as you are alright Midoriya! Though please try and refrain from letting it happen again!”

Izuku just nods, he truly did feel bad for worrying his friend (was friend the right word? they barely knew each other…)

Uraraka giggles,

“You know Midoriya, you zone out a lot! Is there a reason for this? Or is it just an old habit?”

“Oh-uhm well uhm… well it’s more something I’ve done since I was a kid? My brain thinks really fast and if It goes on for too long it starts to hurt…. So muttering helps me, it also helps organise my thoughts…”

“Nerds done it ever since I could remember, doing the stupid shit.”

“Old habits die hard I guess!”

“How long have you guys been friends?”

Iida asks, sitting back down.

“Our whole lives!”

“Since diapers.”

The duo say at the same time, Izuku puts down his chopsticks as he chuckles. He pulls out his phone, checking the time.

“Bell goes soon, we should probably pack up and go to class! Then we’ll be the first ones there!”

“Sounds like a good plan. I’m not hungry anymore anyway.” 

Shinso yawns, putting the rest of his food in the bin then packing up, the others shortly following.

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!”

“Tsk. Whatever nerd, not like you even know what’s better half the time if it’s not your shitty hero analysis!”

“Kacchan you’re just being rude now!”

Izuku whines, jokingly nudging the taller boy next to him as he enters the classroom.

“Oh, hi Aoyama!”

“Bonjour Midoriya! I hope you are doing well!”

“Ahh, I’m alright, thanks for asking”

Izuku says, bowing quickly and awkwardly before shuffling over to his seat after Katsuki. The rest of lunch was filled with distant chatter as his other classmates filed in whilst talking about the incident at lunch.

“Yooo! Midoriya right? Kaminari sits on top of Izuku’s desk. “Like, how did you know at lunch it wasn’t an actual villain, I saw you, Shinso, bakubro, Ochako and I think Iida staying behind— And like, soon after you sat down and started eating again Principal Nezu came over the speakers! Oh, sorry, I’m yapping aren't I?”

“Oh- uhm… no- no it’s fine Kaminari! The reason I knew is because the view I had outside showed the entrance and I saw that it was just the press I guess.”

“Oooh, that makes sense! I wish I thought of-“

“Everyone should be in their seats. The bell has gone.” 

Midoriya looks up at Aizawa Sensei whilst everyone scrambles to their seats, waiting for the lesson to start.

“2 things before yamada comes in and teaches English- 1 is that you have to choose a class president and a vice president, I don’t care how you do it, just do it.

Number 2 is that tomorrow, we are going to a training facility outside of the main school grounds. Do not be late.

You have thirty minutes to decide your presidents.”

Aizawa climbs into his obnoxiously yellow sleeping bag and presumably falls asleep.

Iida instantly takes his place, his iconic robotic arm motions making an appearance.

“EVERYONE! I urge you to calm down! Please, we must do this in an orderly fashion!” —he turns his back to write the class names on the board — “everyone will receive a strip off paper, write the name of the person YOU want to become class president, and please refrain from sharing with others!”

Yaoyorozu stands up, grabbing a blank piece of paper from the drawer at the front and cutting it up into 20 pieces, handing it out to the rest of the class.

“Yoayorozu, please may I have some sort of container?”

She giggles “no need to be so formal Iida! We’re classmates, please, just call me Yoamomo, same thing for the rest of you.” 

She gestures to the class and smiles at the class as a soft bluey pinky glow comes from her arm, a bowl appearing.

Izuku has an internal panic trying to pick between Yayoro- Yoamomo, and Iida, they’re both amazing leaders and could definitely bring the class to success. He crosses his finger hoping the votes will even out as he scribbles ‘Yoamomo’ down.

“The votes are in! Thank you everyone for co-operating easily, it’s very much appreciated, now the people who are class president and vice president are…”

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“Now the people who are class president and vice president are…”

“Izuku Midoriya and Momo Yaoyorozu!”

-

Izuku stands at the front of the class next to Yaomomo, face red and a mumbling mess. Yoamomo looks at him with pity, it’s clear to her that Izuku didn’t want to be there.

“So- uhm… I mean, thanks for voting for me and all…”, Izuku stammers, “but- but I don’t really want to be class president…. I think Yoamomo would be a better choice…”

“Thank you Midoriya.” Yoamomo bows slightly, “I appreciate your decision— but won’t that leave us without a vice president?”

Izuku fiddles with his fingers, twisting them in what seems like a painful position for him.

“Uhm… ye-yeah…. We cou-could all do a revote and include me out of it- but uhm… that would take a while… so- uhh… I think Iida would be the best fit..”

Iida’s eyes widen, gratitude showing clearly in his expression. He stands up faster than what should be physically impossible (but hey, this is a story about children with superpowers, anything is possible) and bows

“Thank you Midoriya, I appreciate you for this opportunity!”

Iida passes Izuku, quickly replacing the other at the front, as the greenette shuffles past him. Katsuki scoffs and mutters to izuku

“The fuck? You had such a good opportunity, nerd. Tsk.”

“Whatever Kacchan! You know I’m not a fan of leading people!”

Izuku feels a hand in his hair, looking up from his desk he sees that Kacchan, his Kacchan, is attached to it, Izuku had to hold back the tears in his eyes.

“Izuku? You alright? The fuck you crying for?”

Tears roll down Izuku's cheek; he couldn't believe it. Kacchan, kacchan of all people! Was being nice to him? Sure, the boy was nice to him in his own way, but out right doing it like how others would do? Why, just why?

“Izuku! Fuck sake! Are you listening?”

izuku snaps out off it, looking up and wiping the tears in his eyes

“Tch. You alright?”

“Uhm… ye-yeah… I was just a bit shocked.”

“Alright, well Yamada Sensei is gonna be here in a few minutes, get ready.” 

Izuku takes his stuff out, arms still shaking from shock. 

Yamada knew English wasn’t the most exciting, but he tried to make his lessons fun and interactive. He didn’t like forcing his students to answer questions- but he was still a teacher after all. So when he was teaching and saw Midoriya-  asleep? He sighed, disliking what he was about to do but Shouta would kill him if he didn’t. He wrote a quick sentence on the board before walking towards the Little non-listener’s desk and tapping his shoulder.

There wasn’t a point of Izuku paying attention in English, he’s already fluent, so why should he? He was half asleep on his desk when Yamada - Sensei called on him.

“Midoriya, I know that being in class and stuff is boring but I’m really trying! Please can you attempt to translate this? I just want to see where you’re at.”

Izuku yawns, he looks at the sentence, ‘my bike is red’ simple really,

“It says my bike is red, sorry about falling asleep- I was just a bit bored. I already know all of this…”

Yamada-sensei raises an eyebrow, excitement flashing in his eyes for a second.

“Ooh!!! How much English do you know?”

“Aah- well… uhm… I’d say I’m fluent?”

“Hmm… I’ll have to figure something out for you then… won’t I, Little Non-Listener?”

Izuku nods, embarrassed as everyone was looking right at him. And at the name. Why presentation Michael. Why.

“For now you can help me! That alright?”

“Oh- uh…uhm yea-yeah sure!”

“Alrighty! Thanks little listener.”

Present mic ruffles his hair then walks back to the front of the classroom— returning to teaching.

Katsuki was NOT going to let izuku live this moment down.

When the lesson ended, Hizashi full on sprinted to the teachers lounge, it was one of the rare class periods that he, Sho and Nemuri were all in the same place! He made a pit stop for some coffee, knowing Sho would KILL him for waking him up without at least a cup of coffee. 

As he walked into the lounge, his eyes darted around the room, landing on the bright yellow sleeping bag that he had gifted to his husband after constantly losing sight of him during long naps. 

“NEM!! COME over here-“

Halfway through his sentence, his voice went quiet, he glances at the sleeping bag, seeing sho’s glowing red eyes— fuck they were stunning. 

“Hi Sho~ Sorry for waking you up! I did get you a coffee on the way though.”

The tired man snatched the coffee, sipping on it as he sat up.

“Hey Zashi~ hello Shouta!” Nemuri said, sitting on the chair at shouta desk. 

Hizashi quickly grabbed the chair from his desk, (thank you nezu for putting his husband’s desk right next to his!)

“What’s this about hizashi?”

“About one of your students in your home room!”

“Fuck. The problem children. Who, what, why, pew when and where?

“Who: the Midoriya kid! What: he’s so fucking smart! Why: he’s fluent in English and I heard Shinso muttering stuff about show off and something about other languages? When: last period, where: in my English class!”

“Could’ve guessed the when and where. I’m not surprised that you like him, he did an eerily good analysis off me on the first day.”

“Aww… I want to meet this cutie already!! Can I take charge of your home room tomorrow? He seems so adorable~”

“No.”

“But why~” Nemuri whined, putting her head on Hizashi's shoulder. He pats her back, chuckling at her theatrics and Sho’s unamused face.

“Because you have your own homeroom. And my problem class is going on a trip with Thirteen for rescue training.” 

He muttered something about having 20 students and not enough coffee…

Nemuri and Hizashi let out a loud gasp at the same time. Nemuri screamed- “YOU HAVEN’T EXPELLED ANY YET? THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY!”

Some teachers in the lounge groaned at her volume, others who knew about shouta’s reputation and often interacted with the hero course had wide eyes at the news- most just ignored the three, used to their antics.

“Yes. Now shut up so I can sleep.”

Hizashi kissed his husband on the cheek and  walked away to prepare for his next lesson. And to think about what he could make Midoriya do in his lesson.

He thought about class 1-A, if Sho hadn’t expelled anyone yet, they must have potential. But- Bakugo was really loud and just seemed plain angry all the time- normally Sho would’ve expelled people for that.

Midoriya was smart- so he could easily see why he wasn’t expelled, but he had muttering habits that would probably annoy the heck out of Sho.

Shinso seemed like a near replica of the man, but was highly sarcastic and would probably get on Sho’s nerves.

Denki wasn’t the smartest, and Sho has expelled people because they got less than an 80% before!

Mina was loud, almost louder than Hizashi, and her grades were on the lower side- and from what he heard she didn’t have the greatest control on her quirk.

So many reasons that shouta would expel each student, but he hasn’t…. It’s really weird and out of character for Sho, that fact kinda creeps Hizashi out.