Himiko said nothing as she stared at Izumi in disbelief. She's asked so many times in the past to mess with Izumi's old arm after she got her Mark 2, but Izumi always said no, that she needs her Mark 1 as a backup just in case. Now… Now she was finally getting to do one of the things she had wanted to do for so long.
She tackled Izumi in a hug, almost knocking her sister over, but Izumi kept her balance. She laughed as she hugged Himiko back. When Himiko pulled back from the hug, she immediately went to grab the arm, only for Izumi to pull it away, out of her reach.
"Not so fast. We'll go to the Support Studio later after you've eaten and washed up." Izumi nodded towards the door. "Get a move on, you little Gremlin, before Jin comes back up and scolds both of us."
Himiko pouted at Izumi for teasing her like that, but not a moment later was already sprinting downstairs so that she could eat.
"And don't scarf down your food!" Izumi yelled after her. "You choke even once because you were in a rush, and we won't be going to the Support Studio!"
"I'll take that as a suggestion!" She heard Himiko shout back.
Izumi sighed and shook her head fondly. "Little Gremlin." Just as she was about to head down to breakfast, she got a call on her phone. Humming in surprise, she pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the ID. "Uncle Toshi?"
Accepting the call, she walked back into the room and shut the door. "Hey, Uncle Toshi. You're calling early."
"Apologies if I woke you, Young Midoriya." She heard Toshinori over the phone. Izumi frowned at his tired voice. "I was just wondering…" He paused as he yawned, "I was curious if Young Himiko was okay? You left in quite the hurry? Was she harmed?"
"No, not physically, at least," Izumi informed him. "Someone locked her in a closet, and her cravings got out of control. It's… not okay, but the situation is under control."
"That's good to hear."
"Uncle Toshi, are you okay?" Izumi furrowed her eyebrows. "You sound tired."
"Apologies, I guess you could say I pushed myself a bit too much yesterday after the school day was over." He admitted.
Izumi sighed. "You know you're not supposed to be pushing yourself like that."
"I know, but I can't help it. I… I felt terrible for the panic the reporters caused yesterday." Toshinori told her. "They were still outside the school. So, in an effort to get them away, I decided to, I suppose you could say, go on a crusade across the city."
"You did not just say 'go on a crusade'." Izumi laughed.
"The crusade knows no bounds Young Midoriya!" Izumi could hear that he was buffed up to say that.
"Uncle Toshi! Get out of your Muscle Form this instant!" She scolded.
One poof sound effect over the line later, and she heard him say, "Yes Ma'am. Sorry."
Izumi sighed, "Okay, you sound tired, so how about you stay in today?"
"But Young Midoriya-"
"No, I don't want to hear it. The heroics classes today will be long anyways, you won't have enough time even if you didn't 'go on a crusade' yesterday."
She could hear Toshinori humming in thought. "I suppose you do make a good point." A sigh of defeat was heard. "Very well, Young Midoriya. I shall inform Nezu, Aizawa, and Thirteen. I'm sorry."
Izumi shook her head, not that Toshinori could see her. "Hey, don't be. It's not your fault you have that injury. You just rest up, we'll handle rescue training, okay?"
"Very well. Good luck today, Young Midoriya."
"Thanks, Uncle Toshi. See you later. Bye!" Izumi cheerily said, before hanging up.
"IZUMI!" Jin was heard yelling. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE YOUR FOOD GETS COLD! STOP WATCHING PORN!"
"EEEWWW! BIG SIS! THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Himiko yelled as well.
"I was joking, Jin! And Himiko, how do you know what porn is young lady?!" Izumi yelled back.
"... I plead the 5th?!" She responded.
Yep, just a normal morning for the Midoriyas.
Loud knocking could be heard coming from the door. In the dark room, the figure buried under comfy covers and pillows groaned as they turned over on their side.
"Go awaaay!" Pony groaned out.
"Tsunotori," Momo called out through the door in English. "I'm terribly sorry, but everyone has to get up early today."
Pony cracked her eyes open and looked at the clock in her room. It was too early! "Too early!"
"Tsunotori, Aizawa-Sensei is here, and he requested all of us to be downstairs in the common room for an important announcement. Please wake up." Momo pleaded.
Pony whined, but forced herself to get up nonetheless. She made sure her pajamas were at least on correctly before trudging her way to her door. When she opened it, tired eyes met those of Momo, who stepped back in surprise.
"Oh my, you seem really tired." She observed.
"Not a morning person." Pony yawned. Her hair was also a mess, compared to Momo's whose loose hair was neat and tidy.
"I'm sorry, I would have let you sleep a bit longer if we had time, but Aizawa-Sensei came by unexpectedly."Momo gave her friend an apologetic smile.
"Yeah yeah, lez go…" Pony stumbled forward, but kept her balance as she followed Momo downstairs.
Once she managed to make it down the stairs without falling, she trudged over to the rest of her classmates, who were all gathered near the front doors. She immediately walked up to Ochako and leaned on her. "Ochakooo, hold meee."
Ochako just giggled. "Come on, Pony. Try to wake up." She shook her friend a little to try and help.
In front of his class, Aizawa scanned over all of them. "Yaoyorozu, is this everyone?"
"Iida, did you get all of the boys?" She asked her Vice Representative.
Tenya straightened up and nodded. "All men of Class 1-A accounted for and assembled!"
Aizawa hummed. "Good. So you're all probably wondering why I'm here, and so early at that."
There was a series of confirmations amongst the class.
Denki yawned. "Yeah, it's like, super early. My alarm doesn't go off for another two hours."
"Well, maybe this will wake you up." Aizawa pulled a button out of his pocket and pressed it. The next thing the class knew, 20 UA Staff Robots entered the dorms, each one carrying familiar numbered cases.
"Are those our costume cases?" Kyouka asked.
"They are," Aizawa reveals, and as he predicted, most of the class started to wake up a bit more. "This year, upon Flintlock's suggestion, and Nezu's approval, we've decided to allow you, students, to be responsible for your own costumes. This will include responsibilities such as keeping them secured when not in use, bringing them to the school for heroics class, and personally taking them to the support department here on campus should you need repairs or modifications. They've already been repaired and such since your last heroics class, but this is the last time the school does it for you. We won't be holding your hands on this. From this point on, it's up to you to maintain your costume's upkeep."
"Wait, we get to keep our costumes? Here at the dorms?" Hanta asked.
"That's the idea. We expect all of you to treat them with care and maturity. They may be called costumes, but that doesn't mean you can go and have dress-up parties in them, or wear them when not authorized. These are uniforms, professional uniforms that the public will see you in and will come to be associated with peacekeepers. It will give them a sense of hope and safety one day. Treat them as such." He leveled a serious look at them, omitting the use of his quirk for intimidation this time. "Am I clear?"
"Yes sir!" The entire class responded.
"Hm, good. Oh, and one more thing. Two more, actually. Firstly, the minor changes that you requested with Flintlock and Twice have been made, and you should now find them implemented when you open the cases. More major changes are still in development, but should be getting to you soon." He explained.
A chorus of excitement went through the class at the news.
"Secondly, no homeroom today. Consider this to be your 'briefing' of today's events, so listen up." As the class quieted down and gave their full attention, Aizawa nodded in approval and continued. "Today you will all be going to a site further within the campus for a special lesson that will take up half of a normal school day. As such, your other classes have been canceled. We expect you to be at the bus depot at the start of what would normally be your first class after homeroom. Don't be late."
"But sir!" Tenya raised his hand. "What sort of lesson would require all of our other classes to be canceled like this?!"
Aizawa stared at him with tired eyes for a while, before responding. "... Rescue training."
With that Aizawa turned on his heel and stalked out of the dorm, the army of robots marching behind him after unloading their cargo.
Everyone was silent as they processed what their homeroom teacher said before a scream shook them all out of their daze.
Looking over to the source, they saw Ochako shaking Pony violently as she screamed in excitement. "RESCUE TRAINING! IT'S HAPPENING!"
"My brain is turning to mush! It's too early for this shit! Please stop!" Pony begged.
Well, at least now Pony was wide awake, Momo supposed. "Uraraka calm down, why don't we get breakfast settled, and then everyone can open their costumes in their rooms? After we've eaten?"
Tenya nodded in agreement. "A sound plan. So who is cooking?"
Everyone in the room responded at once. "NOT BAKUGOU!"
"The fuck?" Katsuki gave them all an incredulous look. "What the hell is wrong with my cooking?!"
"It's too damn spicy!" Kyouka hissed, her tongue still crying out in pain because of dinner the previous night.
"It's very manly, bro, don't get us wrong. But it's too manly for my taste buds…" Ejirou sheepishly shrugged as Katsuki glared at him.
Before Katsuki could explode though, a knock on their door once more interrupted the budding argument that was about to ensue.
Momo looked at Tenya. "Maybe Aizawa forgot something?" She suggested.
Tenya shrugged and went to open the door, only for it to be kicked open and for Twice to waltz in, wearing an apron and carrying a massive amount of cooking supplies.
"I am here, to cook for you! Can you smell what the Twice is cooking?!"
"H… how did you even know we were about to make breakfast?" Denki questioned with a frown.
"I am a chef! A connoisseur! A purveyor of all things food! I bugged your kitchen." He… explained? "Today is an important day, so I came by to make sure you had a proper meal! I definitely won't poison your food!" He grinned, or at least they thought he grinned, they couldn't tell through the mask.
Tenya started chopping at speeds no one in Class 1-A ever thought possible. "You did what to our kitchen!?"
"Calm down engine-boy. Nezu totes said I could!" He moved towards the kitchen and looked inside their fridge. "Gross! Only Japanese stuff in here."
"What's wrong with being Japanese? Kero?" Tsuyu asked, not even offended, just mildly curious.
"No variety. You must expand your pallets!" Twice passionately claimed.
Tenya frowned "But most of our native food is perfectly balanced to give us our –" he was cut off and ignored though
"It's not enough for the MASSIVE FUCKING GAINS your gonna get today!" Twice pulled out some pancake batter. "Pancakes! Eggs! Bacon! Sausage! Hash Browns! MILK! The full hotblooded American diet!" Clones started appearing, six in total, the Original Twice, the one wearing the "Kiss me, bitch! I'm the Chef!" apron, started handing them their own colored aprons, three blue and three red.
He then started yelling at them in English, with a British accent. "Alright, you Numpties! I want a nice clean cook-off! Blue team, you get the boys, red team you get the ladies! The first team to serve breakfast to their respective side wins Hell's Kitchen!"
All of the clones shouted out "YES CHEF!" and got to work
"Did Twice just turn this into some kind of competitive cooking show?" Ochako asked in muted horror and fascination, using context clues to figure out what was going on since she didn't understand a word Twice or his clones said.
Before Pony could respond, the whole class flinched as Twice slapped one of his clones across the face with a rolling pin. "This sausage is focking raw!"
Denki leaned over to Mina. "Hold on, if they're clones of Twice, shouldn't they all have the same cooking skills?"
Mina scratched at her head before shrugging. "I guess it's for the bit?"
"Ah, yes, of course. Makes sense." Denki nodded along.
Momo frowned at Twice and the clones currently destroying their kitchen in thought. "If he's here, where's Flintlock-Sensei?"
"Big sis is currently with little sis! They're committing arson without me, which is bullshit!" Twice explained.
Katsuki froze. "Hold the fuck up… there's a little sister now too?! What the hell?! What, did she get a second dad or something too while in the States?"
"... I mean… kinda? Maybe?" He paused in thought. "Does Uncle Toshi count?" He muttered under his breath barely loud enough for most to hear but Katsuki caught it.
"What the fuck?!"
While Jin was busy traumatizing Class 1-A, Izumi and Himiko were busy marching toward the support department. Today was a slow day for the support studio, according to Nezu, so hoisting Himiko off on them should be fine.
Izumi should have known Nezu was a dirty fucking liar though.
Right as the two sisters stepped foot in the support department hallway they felt a rumble coming from down the hall, followed by the sound of a loud explosion. Izumi frowned and put her hand on her hip, toward her sidearm of the day, a trusty Glock, before pushing Himiko behind her and quickly but carefully making her way towards the source of the explosion.
Izumi relaxed when she heard the voice of Power Loader, who sounded angry, but not in danger.
"You can't just cross wires like that just to 'see what it does!' You could have gotten hurt! And now you'll have to start over! AGAIN!" He was heard yelling.
"Eh, I wanted to redesign it anyway, make it a bit more compact!" An unknown female voice responded cheerily. Izumi didn't recognize it, but she figured it was one of Power Loader's students. "If anything, this is a good thing!"
"No, it isn't Mei! We've been over this!" Power Loader sounded done with today, which Izumi found very amusing considering that the day had literally just started. Hell, the sun hadn't even made it more than halfway over the horizon yet.
Deciding to throw the Support Lead a bone, she cheerily marched up to the door of 1-H before kicking it open. "Good morning Maijima! How are you today!?" She said far too happily for the Excavation Hero's tastes.
"It's too damn early for your shit Midoriya! Did you really have to give Tsunotori a minigun?! And not let me look at it?!" He growled. It was then that Izumi noticed the small pink-haired girl, roughly the same height but still taller than Himiko if she had to guess, being held up by the back of her black tank top by Power Loader. Said girl was currently staring at Izumi with barely contained awe with yellow eyes that seemed to have crosshairs in them.
"You have a minigun? On campus? Can I see it? Can I tear it apart? I'll rebuild it!" She started wiggling. "I can make it better! I promise!"
"Yes. Yes. Maybe, you'll have to ask Pony Tsunotori from Class 1-A. And no, you can't tear Sweet Business apart." Izumi answered all her questions in order. "Even if you could make improvements, I have a support tech that I trust for that."
"Please, do not encourage her!" Power Loader sighed. "I have a hard enough time trying to keep her from blowing up the studio, I don't need her getting her hands on one of your guns."
"'One of'?" The girl questioned. "You have more?! Show me!" She tried to run to Izumi, but her feet were just kicking the air as Power Loader held her off the ground and refused to let go.
Izumi laughed at Power Loader's suffering but decided to move things along. "Call me crazy, but she seems a bit young to be a student of yours. Heck, she seems too young to be in university, period."
"I'm fourteen!" The girl proudly stated, her smile never leaving her face. "... I think. What's the date again?"
Power Loader sighed. "Midoriya, this is Mei Hatsume, my apprentice, for about one year now." He revealed.
Izumi raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. "Huh, first I'm hearing about this."
"Well, you never come around to the studio."
Izumi shrugged. "Fair point. So how did this happen?" She gestured towards the two with a barely concealed smile.
"A year and a half ago, Nezu apparently found her at some kind of school event. You know how he is. Anyways, he told me about her, said she made… or tried to make a giant laser cannon out of duct tape, string, a rock, and some glue. Apparently, the damn thing almost fired too…" He shuddered "When he told me that, I barely believed him, but thought, 'hey you know what I don't have anything better to do, and helping an up-and-coming youngster is better than doing nothing on my slow days.'" He glared at Izumi. "Don't do what I did, Midoriya. If Nezu offers you an apprentice, run."
"Aww, Master you love me! You know you do! We make the best babies together!"
Izumi started choking on air as the words that came out of Mei's mouth registered with her brain. Her coughing turned to laughter as she tried to breathe. Meanwhile, Himiko just went wide-eyed and mouthed out the English words for "what the fuck?"
Power Loader almost chucked Mei across the room but he stood firm as he looked at the two sisters, panic apparent on his features even though his hair obscured his eyes. "Please ignore her, she doesn't realize how that sounds! She doesn't even know what any of that means! I've tried getting her to stop but she won't and it's horrifying!" He ran a hand down his face. "She calls her inventions 'babies'. The number of times I've had to explain that is… I don't even want to talk about it."
Meanwhile, Mei had somehow escaped Power Loader's grasp and immediately went back to her workbench, which was an absolute mess of metals, wires, and half-built equipment.
Izumi was eventually able to calm down, and wipe the tears out of her eye as she stood up straight again. "S-So… pfft… what? She's like a prodigy or something?"
Power Loader made a so-so motion. "Something like that. Her support items work amazingly when they're actually built to code and complete. It's just the development phase with her that's the problem. It tends to get-"
"What will this do!?" Mei asked as she did… something. The next thing the three other people in the room knew, there was an explosion as she went flying towards them. Izumi reacted quickly and grabbed her out of the air, turning as well to make sure the sudden stop of momentum wouldn't hurt Mei. She then held the young inventor up by the scruff of her shirt with her prosthetic.
"... explosive." Power Loader finished.
"I can see that." Izumi held Mei up a bit higher to get a good look at her. She was rather… developed, for her age. Huh. "Fourteen years old, and you're at UA giving Majima gray hair."
"Pretty sure she'll singe all my hair off with the number of explosions she causes." He said.
Mei's eyes wandered to Izumi's arm and widened as she gasped at the sight of it. Her crosshair pupils seemed to zoom in on Izumi's arm. "No way! A fully functioning cybernetic prosthetic?! I've never seen one in person before! These babies are supposed to make it feel like your arm was never gone, to begin with! Can you feel me when I do this?!" Mei rapped her knuckles against the arm, and Izumi chuckled.
"Yeah, I can feel it. Please don't do that." She put the eccentric girl down. Mei then immediately started looking over her arm, which Izumi allowed. "Also watch your phrasing, before you give Maijima a heart attack."
"Whoa, this was heavily modified from the ones sold to the public by Shieldline Inc! I didn't even know they did custom orders like this…" She trailed off as she continued to mutter which gave Izumi enough time to gently pull her arm back from the clutches of the second gremlin.
"Yeaaah… well the Shields… owed me a favor. Let's just say that I was in a bad spot and they offered to… give me a hand." With a shit-eating grin, she spun her prosthetic hand in place like a top, and Mei couldn't help but laugh at the pun, even if Maijima and Himiko groaned.
"Again with the bad puns!" Himiko spoke for the first time. She was still holding the busted-up Mark 1 arm. Mei's eyes briefly glanced over at her when she yelled, then she did a double take when she noticed the arm.
In the blink of an eye, Mei was right in front of Himiko, invading her personal space. "Is that another one?! Wait, why's it broken?"
"Villain attack." Izumi deadpanned.
"Wasn't that one destroyed by…" Maijima began but he stopped when he saw Izumi glaring at him, as she slowly began pulling out a paintball gun from…somewhere.
"Villain. Attack."
"It was a villain attack." Maijima nodded in agreement as Izumi slowly put the paintball gun back.
"Oh… do I get to mess with it?!" Mei slowly reached her hands out towards the broken arm.
Himiko immediately held it to her chest and turned away. "Hey, back off! Big sis said I could try to repair the arm! Hiss!" She hissed at Mei.
"Why'd you bring a cat into the support department?" Mei asked innocently, eyes still glued to the arm in Himiko's… arms.
"Uh, that's my little sister, Himiko."
"Your sister's a cat?"
"She's clearly a person, Miss Hatsume." Izumi deadpanned though Mei ignored her and just gestured at Himiko.
"But she hissed at me! My cat Coco hisses at me too when I tried to give him a jetpack! That must mean she's a cat!" Mei assessed, looking proud of herself.
Izumi opened her mouth, then paused to think about it before she shrugged. "It's hard to argue with her assessment."
"Izumi!" Himiko yelled incredulously.
"Hey, not my fault you decide to literally hiss at people. Plus, you even have eyes that kind of look like a cat's." Izumi pointed at said eyes with a smug grin.
Himiko gave her best impression of a grumpy cat face, before sighing. "Can I mess with the arm now? I've waited all morning for this!" She hopped up and down in excitement.
Izumi looked at the man in charge. "You got a place she can work, Majima?"
He gestured further into his personal workshop. "Right this way. Classes start soon, but I allow Mei to use my personal space so she doesn't disrupt the students. Your sister can share it, if she doesn't mind the explosions. She knows lab safety rules, right?"
"Don't worry, she's house trained." Izumi joked.
"Hey!"
"She knows what she's doing. Our Pa would teach her and let her mess around in his own space back home." Izumi explained.
"Alright, I'll take your word for it." Majima nodded as he motioned for Himiko to where Mei had just exploded. "Maybe she can get Mei to actually follow my safety procedures."
Izumi shrugged and followed Himiko. She didn't need to get ready for her class until around noon so she had time to supervise.
As she watched her sister tinker with the damaged arm, Izumi couldn't resist the urge to yawn. She stretched her arms as she shook her head. Her mission last night kept her up for a while, so she didn't get a good amount of sleep.
Oh well, she's gone days with less sleep before, she'd be fine.
Ochako skipped along with Pony by her side towards the bus depot. She was pumped up, even more than she was on the first day of classes. This is what she'd been waiting for. She had grown up admiring the rescue heroes that helped in her prefecture, she wanted to be like them, especially Heroes like Thirteen!
Pony wasn't as excited as her friend, but she enjoyed seeing Ochako happy, so she just skipped with her, enjoying the feel of her new bandolier as well as the feel of Sweet Business on her back. She had learned from Twice that Sweet Business had an internal magazine that held one hundred and fifty bullets, she had an extra on her hip just in case she needed it, obviously, but one hundred and fifty rounds were impractical to reload in the field, so why the bandolier?
Obviously, it was to look cool. She hadn't needed to redesign her whole costume, thankfully she just made the color of her suit a darker red rather than the peach color of the original, but it worked out and the bandolier matched perfectly! The brass of the fake bullets appealed to the red of her costume immensely. She hoped Flintlock thought she looked cool…
Momo and Kyouka walked sedately behind the two, both with minor, but important costume changes. Momo's cloak was now made out of flame and tear-resistant materials, as well as being slightly more lightweight than the old one. Along with that she had on what looked to be something similar to a "Scouter" from Dragon Ball, at least that's what Denki called it when he caught sight of it. It doubled as an earpiece and covered both of her ears, and then when it was in use a sort of holoscreen would appear in front of her eyes that would allow her to scan an object for its chemical composition for future use. It also served as a communicator, health monitor for anyone she looked at as well as an encyclopedia for general use.
It was fantastic! More than she could ever hope for! She had tried to ask what student made it for her, but Twice had shrugged and said that "it came from Big Sis', It was part of an old hero costume that she outgrew, and since She already has something in current her suit that can do something similar she thought Momo could make better use of it."
Kyouka's changes were simple as well, with her jacket being reinforced to offer some more protection against stabbing and bullets from all sides. Her boots still amplified the output from her jacks if she wanted them to but she now also had a pair of gloves with micro speakers built into the palms and knuckles for doing the same thing. She knew she'd probably get into a few fights as a hero, even if she probably wanted to focus on investigation and rescue. So being able to strike with sound amplified punches or palm strikes would be a huge boon. Plus, she knew that theoretically, she could cause mini-earthquakes if she pushed sound into the ground.
She wasn't sure when she would have the chance to try that, but she can imagine it would be badass!
Denki walked with his hands behind his head next to Sero, he was pleased as punch about the changes to his costume. His entire costume, from his jacket to his pants and boots were lined with electricity insulating materials to help disperse the electricity he generated into the ground and away from his brain, hopefully mitigating the amount of damage he did to others and himself when using his higher voltages. He also had gloves that had grid-like copper wiring around the outside of his hand, allowing him to use his hands as miniature tasers at lower voltages.
He couldn't push the voltage higher than that of your average taser, about fifty thousand volts, without short-circuiting the wiring, but it would be useful if he ever got ganked… The manual said he could probably shape the electricity he made in his hands, or maybe even shoot it out of his fingers like a Sith Lord! But he tried that when he was a kid and fried himself pretty bad… so maybe he'd wait a bit before testing that out, and just stick to the taser function for now. The neat part about the gloves was that they held a charge independent of his quirk, and they acted as a taser when activated without him having to actively regulate his output. It was there to make sure he didn't kill someone accidentally, which was something he was grateful for.
The biggest costume change though was Toru, especially since she didn't receive a true costume to begin with. The costume itself wasn't much to behold. It was a thin-looking silver jumpsuit, with a belt, gloves, and shoes. But according to the manual she received with it, the material was tear resistant, stab resistant, and could protect her against minor blows. Apparently, the support company that had made it for her, "Green Valley", couldn't figure out how to make her DNA smoothly work with DNA-coded material, so they decided to condense a cloaking device inside her utility belt instead, which would react with the material in her gloves, suit and shoes to turn them invisible to pretty much anything looking at her in a visible spectrum.
When Momo heard the name of the company that had made Toru's suit she nearly had a panic attack.
"I didn't know that Green Valley was one of UA's support partners!" She exclaimed when she found out on their way to the bus depot, much to the confusion of everyone, bar Katsuki and Twice, who said he'd walk with the class since he was heading that way as well.
Katsuki frowned. "They aren't, they're primarily based in the United States, though they have offices here, they tend to refuse service to Hero Schools though, saying that they make high-end equipment for heroes, not students."
"But, then how come they made Hagakure's outfit?" Momo asked. "She's a student, and a first year at that."
Twice shrugged, "Big Sis bullied them."
Momo looked at him like he was insane, though Katsuki actually nodded. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense."
"Wait, I'm confused." Ochako tilted her head in confusion. "What's 'Green Valley'?"
"Green Valley is one of the largest support companies in the United States and Japan, with their only rivals being the Shieldline in the United States and Detnerat here in Japan…" Momo informed the class with wide eyes. "My parents have shares in their company and even they wouldn't be able to get support equipment like this, let alone a whole costume as advanced as Hagakure's on such short notice. What do you mean Flintlock bullied them!?"
"Well, Deku's dad is the fucking CEO of Green Valley," Katsuki said.
Silence, before everyone who didn't know, shouted, "WHAT?!"
"Hisashi Midoriya? Come on!" Katsuki shouted. "It's the same fucking thing as yesterday with Discount Sonic and Ingenium! You idiots seriously can't connect the damn dots?!"
"Yeah, Dad's super smart! We're loaded!" Twice chimed in, much to Katsuki's annoyance.
"Okay fucker. Me, you, and Deku will be having words later about this "Dad" and "Big Sis" shit." Katsuki poked Twice in his chest.
Twice held his hands up. "I come in peace! Ooo! Someone's salty!"
"Bakugou, that is one of our teachers!" Tebya yelled. "You will not threaten him like that! Keep your jealousy in check!"
"I ain't fucking jealous!" Katsuki defended himself looking away so no one could see his slight blush.
"Sure you're not," Kyouka smirked.
"Listen here Earplugs. I haven't seen Deku in almost eight years. I want to know what the hell's going on with all these new family members that I've never heard about, that's all."
"You know what, I'll admit, that's fair." Kyouka shrugged as she admired her new gloves.
Ochako raised her hand "Okay, well while that's interesting how much did Hagakure's costume cost?"
Twice scratched his cheek nervously. "Yes."
Ochako raised an eyebrow. "That.. really doesn't answer the question, Twice-Sensei…"
Twice shrugged in defeat. "Big sis said, and I quote, 'I don't fucking care how much it costs! My student isn't running around naked like a tweaker on a Sunday night!' end quote. She then threatened Pa when he tried to intervene and well, here we are." He gestured towards Toru hugging herself, and by proxy her costume, though they couldn't see it they could tell by her mannerisms and wails that she was crying.
"I SWEAR SENSEI! I'LL BE THE BEST DAMN HERO EVER!" Toru declared with a wail.
"Okay, but, can you give us an estimate or something?" Ochako asked. She was genuinely curious about how much the costume costs.
"Well, let's see… there's the material it's made of… the cloaking device… same day shipping was ordered at 11:58 p.m… that comes out to be a high, high amount of… free, don't worry about it."
"But-" Ochako began only to be cut off.
"It's free." He stood firm though. "Well, with how much money Green Valley has on its budget, it may as well be free."
"... Will you excuse me for one moment? Thanks." Ochako then fell backward as she fainted.
Luckily, Pony was there to catch her. "Ochako! No! Don't leave me! Nooooo!" She dramatically yelled as she held and started shaking her unconscious friend.
Momo sighed and prepared to make smelling salts when Twice pulled out some pepper and dumped it on Ochako's nose, causing her to wake up with a sneeze and a groan.
"Works every time. I'm surprised, Himiko tries to hit me when I do that…"
After Ochako woke up they managed to quickly make their way to the bus depot, Aizawa already waiting there with a stopwatch in hand.
"Five minutes to spare, not bad, not good either next time we do this, be here sooner." He glanced around, frowning. "All Might won't be here today, but where is Flintlock?" He glanced at Twice, "Twice, where is your sister."
Twice was about to be a smart ass and say "which one", but Aizawa's no-nonsense attitude kind of put him off and he scratched his cheek. "She, uh, took Himiko to the support department. She had a shitty day at school yesterday, so Izu wanted to cheer her up with something. I can go get her and meet you at the USJ if you'd like?" Anything to get away from this serious-looking monstrosity.
At Aizawa's nod of approval, Twice began his journey back to the school while Aizawa turned back to the students.
"Get on we're burning daylight." He turned to get on the bus himself, before pausing at the sight of one of his students. "... Tsunotori, why do you have the minigun?"
Pony smiled as she swung Sweet Business over her shoulder and hugged it to her chest. "Because cool!"
"You do know we'll be doing Rescue simulations, right? I briefed the whole class earlier this morning." Aizawa drawled on. Pony blushed a bit in embarrassment, as she didn't really think about how she probably wouldn't even use the gun at all, but Aizawa sighed and waved her off. "Whatever, just know you're now responsible for it. Don't leave it lying around, and if it gets in your way during the simulations, that will be your fault."
"Yes, Sensei." Pony nodded.
Aizawa let out a sigh before walking on the bus to the safety of his seat. After sitting down and the students were loaded on, he began briefing them. "Normally I wouldn't bother telling you where we'd be going, leave you all in suspense and reeling at the mystery to keep you on your toes, but I've been informed by my fellow teachers that that isn't very 'sporty'." He scowled "So this is your one freebie, we're going to be heading to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, for your rescue training." He raised his hands to stall any questions. "That's your only freebie, everything else will be explained once we get there."
Ochako was basically bouncing in her seat next to Pony at this point.
"I'm so excited!"
Tenya from the seat next to hers graced them with one of his rare smiles. "It's good to see you so dedicated to your work Uraraka!"
Pony nodded her head with a smile of her own. She punched her fist in the air "Am Pumped! Will break USJ!"
Aizawa called from the front seat. "You break it you buy it, Problem Child."
Pony got up to look over the seat at her teacher with a pout, "Why Call Child Problem? Name Pony! P O N Y!"
Aizawa sighed, "Anyone who brings a minigun to class, I have the right to call a problem child. Except for Flintlock, because she's a grown woman who has a license to own a minigun."
Pony pouted "It's an assault rifle…" she muttered in defense of her new baby.
"It has multiple individual barrels, it's a minigun, I looked it up, don't back talk me, Problem Child."He replied in English with a wave of his hand.
"Sir," Momo raised her hand. "What if we didn't bring a minigun to class, but we made one during class? Would I- er, I mean, that person, be a problem child?"
"Yes." He deadpanned with a glare over his seat.
Momo nodded, before reaching up to her Scouter and pressing a button on the side. "Note to self: do not make a minigun in class." She whispered to herself.
"What if we stole a minigun?" Denki raised his hand. "Just a hypothetical question, of course."
Pony hugged Sweet Business to herself protectively. "Stay away from my gun!" She snorted at him and a puff of smoke came from her nose.
"Then I'd expel you, and then ensure you'd never be able to enter any hero school in this or any other country, trust me Nezu would help." Aizawa's eyes glowed red with the threat this time, and Denki quickly hid behind his seat.
Minoru patted Pony on the head from where he sat behind her, next to Tsuyu. "Don't worry, he won't take your gun."
"I'll break his legs if he tries…" Pony growled. "Right for the knees, like Flintlock would."
Ochako tilted her head. "I have no idea what you said, but assume it's a threat."
Katsuki snorted. "She would too. Deku, I mean. She used to kick you in the shins if you pissed her off."
Tsuyu glanced his way with an inquisitive frown, finger on her chin, "You seem to know a lot about her, Kero. I get that you guys grew up around each other, but were you really that close?"
Normally, Katsuki would have told her, in not so many words to go fuck herself (because everyone remembered how that went last time), but he was in a good mood today. Breakfast wasn't bad, his hero costume slapped enough that he didn't need to replace anything, and he got to spend all day blowing shit up and saving extras. So instead of insulting her, he surprised the class by actually answering.
"Yeah, our moms are close, So she was always around helping, doing this and that probably before I was even born." He scoffed, "She was the only one I'd listen to when I was a kid, besides Aunty Inko that is." His smile softened, surprising everyone. Honestly, he was caught up in the memories, he didn't really care that he was around his classmates. "She came up with my hero costume when we were little, gave me all these kick-ass ideas, then…" He frowned and clenched his fists. "Then she left."
"Uhm… why?" Ejirou asked. "I guess she went to America since she's an American Hero. But was there a reason she left in the first place?"
"She's quirkless." He deadpanned and left it at that, it wasn't his story to tell and he'd already told these extras too damn much anyway, Deku wouldn't care, but it was the principal of the thing.
Before anyone else could ask another question the bus jerked to a stop and Aizawa stood up from his seat. "Enough talk, we're here."
Everyone quietly got off the bus, and as soon as they stepped off it their minds were taken off their mysterious American teacher's back story and onto the building in front of them.
"Oh, it's huge!" Ochako squealed in delight. "Wait… How much did this cos- hmph!" She was cut off by Pony covering her mouth with a hand.
"Ask no question you want no answer from." She said.
They quickly made their way into the USJ, spirits high and ready to face whatever Aizawa and the other hero teachers had cooked up. The moment they entered they were all awed by what was around them. Different environments stretched out from end to end, all centered around a plaza in the middle of the dome.
"Welcome, to the USJ!" A heavily filtered voice said from behind the students. They all turned to see a suited person walking up to them from the entrance.
"Holy crap! It's Thirteen!" Ochako squealed in delight.
From next to her, Pony shook her head as she crossed her arms. With a smile, she said, "Ochako, you're such a fangirl."
From nearby, both Minoru and Momo gave her deadpanned expressions, and responded in unison, "You're one to talk."
Thirteen walked over to Aizawa. "I know All Might isn't going to be here today." She whispered to him. "But where's Flintlock and Twice?"
Aizawa shrugged. "Flintlock apparently took her little sister to the support department to cheer her up or something. Twice went to look for her. They'll be here soon."
Thirteen nodded. "Well, we can start without them."
"Agreed," Aizawa turned to his class. "Alright listen up!" He called for their attention, which he got rather quickly. "Thirteen is the one who runs this place, so I'll let her explain the gist of what's going to happen."
"Thank you, Aizawa." Thirteen stepped forward. "As I've already said, what you see before you is the Unforeseen Simulation Joint or the USJ for short. I built this place myself! Er… Well, I designed it. The building process wasn't a solo act."
"Getting sidetracked." Aizawa quickly said.
"Right, sorry! Anyways, as I'm sure Aizawa has briefed you all already, you'll be having a special class where you'll be using the various disaster zones here at the USJ to simulate different types of rescue operations. Monsoons, floods, mass fires, mountains, landslides, city ruins! I've compacted as much as I could into this giant dome for the purpose of preparing you students to one day face these challenges yourselves in a real rescue situation."
Aizawa stepped forward. "This is a completely controlled environment, but we encourage you to take this training seriously."
Thirteen nodded in agreement. "Yes, you're going be responsible for the lives of people one day. This may be training, but this training may be what helps you save someone's life or even your own. This isn't a problem that you can simply punch, blast, or burn away, not like a rampaging villain. There are procedures that must be followed. I believe Flintlock gave a lecture about such procedures yesterday if I'm not mistaken?"
A chorus of confirmations came from the class, and Mina exclaimed, "Oh! So we're gonna apply what we learned yesterday here? Man, I should have paid more attention!" She scratched the back of her head.
Thirteen chuckled. "In the future, yes, pay more attention to the lectures. Don't worry though, this is a learning experience, so any questions you may have, you are welcome to ask. Now the first thing we'll do once we head down to the plaza will be to…"
As Thirteen continued their explanation, Momo heard a beep come from her Scouter. "Hm?"
She checked what it was, and it was an unknown signature popping up on the radar, over in the Mountain Zone. She looked over to the zone in confusion. "Uhm, excuse me?" She raised her hand.
"Yes, Yaoyorozu. A question?" Thirteen pointed at her.
"Er, yes, sort of. Is there anyone else here today? Besides us?" She asked.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Flintlock and Twice were supposed to be here, but they aren't here yet. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that my scouter is picking up an unknown signature that just popped up in the Mountain Zone." She explained.
"There… shouldn't be anyone over there. It could be a possible malfunction maybe?" Thirteen theorized.
"Maybe. I-I don't know." Momo looked back over to the zone, worry etched on her face.
"You can have it sent to the support studio for a diagnostic check after class," Aizawa told her. "Now, as we were saying-"
"Sensei, another signature just popped up!" Momo interrupted.
Aizawa sighed. "Yaoyorozu, just take the thing off if it's distract-"
"Another, and another…" Momo informed everyone, who was now focused on her as she became more confused by the second. "Ten more… fifteen more… twenty just popped up in the Flood Zone. Thirty in the Monsoon Zone."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. It wasn't starting to seem like a malfunction.
"Uhm, Yaomomo," Kyouka looked at her in worry. "It might just be busted. Take it off."
"I don't think it's broken. Everything else on it is working fine." Momo checked the other functions of the Scouter to make sure. As she said, everything was working smoothly.
"Uhm, what's that in the plaza?" Denki pointed out.
"What?" Aizawa looked over to the center fountain and saw what could only be described as a small purple swirl of smoke floating in front of the fountain. "What is-"
Aizawa was cut off as a hand shot out of the smoke like it was some sort of portal, and proceeded to tear it open further. What emerged was the head of a man, his face covered by a severed hand. He chuckled at the sight of Class at the top of the steps. "Right on time…"
He threw his hand out to his side, and the portal became massive, completely obscuring the fountain from the class' view. The man fully stepped out of the portal, revealing that the rest of his body was covered in hands in various places. Following behind him came a lot more people, all of whom were dressed in costumes of their own. Emerging from the portal next to the hand-covered man, came a hulking figure that seemed larger than even All Might. Its black skin was covered in scars, and its head seemed to have some sort of extreme mutation... a bird beak with an exposed brain.
"Uhm… why do I get the feeling something is wrong?" Denki asked.
"For the first time, Dunce Face, I think you're right about something," Katsuki growled.
"Wait," Ejirou stepped forward to get a better look, "Is this not part of the class? Like, fake villains as obstacles, or something?"
"Get back!" Aizawa shot a hand out and pushed Ejirou back to the rest of the class. "Everyone, stay together! This isn't part of the lesson!"
"W-Wait, are you saying…" Momo's eyes widened, but Aizawa answered her unfinished question.
"Those are real villains." Aizawa clenched his teeth as he reached for his goggles.
As the villains down in the plaza finished exiting the portal, the dark mass of mist swirled and condensed into a more humanoid shape, with two yellow lights to serve as eyes.
"Hm… Eraserhead, Thirteen, the students… but no Flintlock or All Might." It spoke.
"Who gives a shit about Flintlock, whoever he is?!" The hand villain growled as he scratched at his neck. "Kurogiri, where is he? The final boss didn't even show up to his own encounter!"
"Your orders, Tomura Shigaraki?" The mist villain, Kurogiri, asked, seemingly ignoring the now named Shigaraki's question.
Shigaraki hummed. "Proceed as planned. Let's draw All Might's aggro by killing a few of the lesser adds."
"Understood."
Next to them, the hulking figure let out a small screech that didn't sound human at all, its beak twitching shut as Shigaraki waved in its general direction.
"Don't worry, Nomu." Shigaraki said. "You'll get your playtime soon." He scratched at his neck and though the students and teachers couldn't see it, they felt his sinister grin as he spoke his next few words.
"Today, All Might, this society's 'Symbol of Peace', the pillar that it all stands on, will crumble to dust."
The invasion of the USJ had begun.