Chapter 49 - 7-8

Chapter 7

Within the dorms of U.A., Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk with a recently purchased notebook laying open in front of him. Normally, this wouldn't be anything too unusual for the green-haired teen as anyone who knew him for more than a couple of days knew about the notes he took on heroes. Even his 1-B classmates were aware of this as he had already been taking down notes on all their quirks along with sketches of them in the hero costumes…one having a bit more effort put into it for personal reasons.

However, this was not one of those notebooks.

With one of his hands cupping his cheek, Izuku looked down at the page before him, one of many that had already been filled out, while tapping his mechanical pencil on the desk with his opposite hand. While the notebook had only been in his possession for less than half a day, purchased at the U.A. school store, the green-haired teen had already filled up a third of it. All one had to do was flip through it to find page after page of ideas that both he and Kendo had to help prepare for the Sports Festival. Something that people like Tetsu found pretty incredible since they had only been told about it earlier that day!

The first idea written was about his and Kendo's after school combat classes that would be happening after school in one of the many gyms. This was already in the works as the pair had already sought out Kan-sensei to ask for permission, the pro-hero easily granting the request with a toothy smile. Then, much to their surprise, Kan-sensei told the two that he would ask Principal Nezu to reserve one of the massive city-sized training fields for the class! This had been something that neither teen had thought about and, now that the idea of training there had been placed before them, Izuku couldn't help but feel a little ashamed that he hadn't even considered the idea. Since none of them knew what sort of events would be held, doing training in different fields would help them to adapt. However, even though permission had been granted for the gyms, Kan had laid down a few simple rules for those attending. There would need to be a sign up sheet with everyone's contact information so that, should there be a last minute cancellation or the like, they could send out a group text notifying them. What's more, he would try to make it to all of these group training sessions, but if he could not make it the two of them were in charge. And under no circumstance could they hold a quirk training without him or another teacher there. Since all of these things were reasonable, the two agreed.

With permission granted, the two wasted no time making the sign up sheet. On it, they informed all who wished to join them that the class would start from 3:30 'til 7 o'clock and that the location of the training would be sent to them via text message. Once the very basic sheet had been finished, it was posted at the front of the classroom…which everyone in 1-B rushed towards as soon as they realized what it was! Safe to say that everyone was on board with the training.

With everything all set for tomorrow, Izuku and Kendo had filled the first few pages of the notebook with various training ideas. Nothing too extreme, just showing them basic moves that could be used as well as the most appropriate times or types of opponents to use them on. The overall goal being to have their classmates practice these moves until they felt natural. They also wrote down some other exercises that they would need like strength and stamina training as well as dodging. This, Izuku felt, would give their class the edge they needed for the final round of the Sports Festival.

With the easy part done with, the two began to think on how the rest of the training would go. Both agreed that some form of teamwork focused training was needed. And while they had plenty of ideas…figuring out which ones would be most effective was proving to be difficult. By himself, Izuku had come up with several ideas which seemed good on paper. Hopefully Kendo would be able to figure something out as well.

Of course, this might be going a bit easier for him if Izuku could focus his mind a bit better.

A groan escaped Izuku, the hand on his cheek running up to the top of his head so that his fingers could weave their way through his messy green hair. The reason? Well, filling up nearly two thirds of the page before him, were date ideas for himself and Pony!

Perhaps it was because of his newly enhanced relationship with the horned American teen that caused his mind to drift to the topic. After all, they had just become an official couple. All of this training would eat up a lot of their free time and whatever they were left with would need to be spent studying as well as doing homework. Or maybe it was because some of these ideas, like training at the pool, made Izuku think about how much more fun it would be if it were just him and Pony. Heck, that might be the case as he had to erase and rewrite that section several times as he got way off topic.

Maybe he could save these ideas for later?

"Izuku~" Pony's sing-song tone flowed through the room, causing the teen to jump in his seat. Had he been so lost in his own thoughts that he failed to hear the door opening?

As casually as he could, Izuku turned around while closing the notebook at the same time. Now he could see that the door was already closed, with his girlfriend striding across the room with a big smile on her face. No longer in her uniform, Pony was wearing her usual short-shorts that showed off her powerful legs. Her top, well, Izuku had no idea what it was called but…just damn it looked so good on her. It was white, with the upper part of it pressing against her breasts so that they showed off every curve while the lower half was loose and cut in a way so that the fabric made a V-shape that pointed to her belly button. He could also see that her back was almost completely bare, with straps running around her neck and just below her shoulders being the only things there. Seeing her like this caused Izuku to wonder whatever sexy outfits she had brought with her…and if she wouldn't mind modeling them for him.

His cock twitched at that thought.

"I brought them," continued Pony, getting on the ground near Izuku's dresser. She then set down her backpack, which Izuku was just now realizing she had with her, opening it up before pulling out two of her uniforms. "I also brought some of my body wash and a few other things I might need if I want to keep sleeping over here. You should probably bring over some of your stuff to my dorm room as well. Just in case we ever end up spending the night in my room."

"Right," said Izuku softly as he watched Pony open the lower drawer. Thankfully there was plenty of room down there, Pony finding a spot for her to place both uniforms within, one on top of the other. As she did this, her rear wiggled slightly causing her tail to shake in such an alluring way.

Once the uniforms were put away, Pony got back up onto her hooves and stretched. Izuku had to wonder if she was doing all this to tease him as he could see her breasts bouncing as she did so underneath the fabric. Again his cock twitched, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra. When she was done, rather than finishing up putting her stuff away, she sauntered over to Izuku with both her hands behind her back.

"So, whatcha doing?" she asked with a playful smile. A smile which Izuku returned as he opened up the notebook to a page where he knew she wouldn't see any of the plans. Surprises were nice after all.

"Just going over some ideas to help us with our teamwork," he explained as Pony leaned a little closer to the desk in order to read. "All the training we're going to be doing won't do us any good if none of us make it to the third round. Right now, I have a couple ideas. Basically, forming groups."

There was a pause as Pony looked down at the book before she suddenly gasped. Quickly she turned to look at him, the sparkle in her eyes showing that she realized what he meant. "You want everyone to know how to work with each other!"

Izuku nodded. "I still don't have any idea on what the challenges will be. So I was thinking it would be a safe bet to start everyone off in groups of two. Then bump them up to three. Then four and, well, keep going until we get to ten. I think that might be the best number. This way, we'll know in advance whose quirks pair up well with each other instead of having to do so in the heat of the moment. It might even impress the pros."

"And am I in any of your teams?" asked Pony as she leaned closer to Izuku, her voice soft and alluring.

"Right from the start," whispered Izuku back, his eyes locking with hers. This was true, though not in a possessive way. He knew Pony better than anyone else in his class and she, in turn, knew him as well. Their quirks could easily help with the others' weaknesses.

"Good," she whispered before kissing him on the lips. It was light and brief, yet conveyed her feelings for him perfectly…and left Izuku wanting more. But that would have to wait as Pony then pulled away to look back at the book, sitting on Izuku's lap as she did so. "So what other ideas do you have?"

"Not much," replied Izuku, his hands going to Pony's sides as he spoke. "One idea that I'd like to run past Kendo is about talking to the other students from the other courses. Specifically general studies students since, from what I heard, that's where most of the students who failed to get into the hero course get sent. There might be a few in the support and business courses, but given how specialized those departments are we might not find many. Anyways, for those that we do find, the plan is to invite them to our training group after school, maybe even help them with their quirks."

Pony turned a little in her seat to look back at Izuku, giving him a thoughtful look. "Well, given how unpopular 1-A is right now, I'm sure there are plenty that would like a chance just to take them down a peg. And they certainly aren't doing themselves any favors." At that, Izuku gave a short nod. That Bakugo person had done his class no favors. From what had been going around the school, the loud ashen-blonde teen had mouthed off to all the first years who had gone to 1-A's class where he loudly called them nothing more than pebbles in his path to glory. That they only existed to help make him look all the better before the pros. That, along with a few other choice phrases the teen had said, made Izuku wonder why no one had tried to strike Bakugo while his back was turned! This was not helped when a few others from class 1-A also tried throwing their weight around.

"But," continued Pony, her face taking on a more concerned expression. "Aren't you a little worried? I mean, I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything, but won't helping them get ready be sort of like helping the competition?"

"Well, you do have a point," agreed Izuku slowly. "But, the way I see it, helping them out helps everyone else at the same time. I mean, the final round is normally just a showcase for the hero program and anyone who manages to get that far is easily taken out. But if we manage to even it out a bit more, we might be able to put on a good show for the pros watching as well as the teachers. Maybe even Kan-sensei will bring up how hard they were working with us if a name or two is thrown around about students they want to promote. Honestly, doing it like this just makes me feel more like a true hero. You know, lifting other up and inspiring them to achieve their dreams?"

"You have a point," whispered Pony before planting another quick kiss on Izuku's lips. When she spoke next, it was in her normal voice. "And the rest of your ideas?"

"All up in the air," said Izuku, unable to keep himself from groaning. "The problem is that the various events will be randomized. So I'm thinking we should be doing some situational quirk exercises when we have the chance."

"Hmm. How about we watc- What's this?" Izuku blinked as Pony leaned forward to the notebook, her eyes darting at something he couldn't see. Glancing over to his girlfriend, he watched as her large blue eyes moved back and forth as she read what was written. Then, suddenly, her cheeks turned red before smiling.

Confused, Izuku began to lean forward to see what he had written. But, before he could do that, Pony was already on the move. The blonde had gotten off his lap, swiftly turning around and placing the palms of her hands on his shoulders to keep the green-haired teen seated. As she kept Izuku in place, a smirk that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine appeared as well as a twinkle in her eyes. The next moment, Pony straddled his lap so that their chests were pressed against each other while her arms wrapped around his neck. What's more, her hips bucked slightly as she pressed into him causing the teen's cock to grow all the more stiff.

"So~," she said, using a more sensuous tone. "Care to explain how you went from rock climbing in the gym to taking me out to a private hot spring?" Izuku's face went flush, his forehead lowering so that it landed on her shoulder. He could have sworn he had erased that! But…he couldn't get the idea out of his mind! Climbing up a mountain with Pony, the two finding a hot spring, deciding to get in to relax their muscles. He was just glad that he had stopped writing, and daydreaming, before he had gone too far!

He was going to need to go over the notebook again with a fine toothed comb before showing it to Kendo.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I just really want to take you out now that we're together. And I feel guilty that we have all-"

"Shh," went Pony, causing Izuku to raise his head. Her hips did another grind against his own, nearly causing the teen to groan. "It's alright, I understand. We can wait to do that stuff after the Festival."

"But Pony, I-" began Izuku, only to be silenced as Pony kissed him again. This time, her tongue slid into his mouth as her arms carefully tightened their hold. Izuku's arms wrapped around her back, nearly clawing at her back in lust. He felt her hips grind once again only this time he returned the motion causing her to moan into his mouth. This lasted for a few minutes, the two lost in their desire for the other, until finally they separated.

"Izuku, it's fine," she whispered before leaning close to Izuku's neck and planting a few kisses there. "I want you to focus on this because it's important to the entire class. We shouldn't let them down. Besides, we can have a little fun on the side until then." With that said, Pony's arms went and began to pull on Izuku's shift. The teen didn't fight this, lifting up his arms to allow the article of clothing to slide off of him with ease.

Once it was off and tossed to the side, Izuku's hands reached around Pony's back to undo the straps. After a quick tug to both, her top slid down her chest before pooling between her legs revealing that Izuku was right: she wasn't wearing a bra. Without really thinking about it, Izuku leaned forward to press his face against one of those mounds. He sighed, feeling the amazing contradiction of softness and firmness that her breasts provided. And when he inhaled her scent, the bone-user taking in her apple cinnamon scent while his hands went down to squeeze her ass. Above him, Izuku could hear the soft noises and panting from Pony as she pushed her chest forward. He could feel more of her weight pressing into him while her soft fingers ran through his hair.

Without thinking, Izuku turned just enough so that his lips made contact. The sound of the kiss was loud, causing both teens to moan louder. He did it again, opening his mouth more so as to cover more skin and pressing his tongue against her breast. Izuku could feel and hear his love's breathing quicken and grow louder, her arms now wrapping around his head. There was something moist now on his lap which still continued to grind against him occasionally. His teeth grazed against her flesh, softly closing a bit to give the impression that he would bite her. Not that he would, but the hitch in her voice made him want to repeat the action. The teen's lips move across her breast until finally finding the right place to stop.

Heart racing, Izuku's lips wrapped around Pony's nipple which hardened in his mouth. A gasp came from his girlfriend, her chest being pushed forward as her fingers intertwined behind his head. How could such a simple act bring him such pleasure, he would never know. The feeling of this part of her body rubbing against his tongue as it circled the nub was exciting in a way. The mews coming out from Pony urged him on, taking more of her taste into him. He flicked at it with his tongue. He lightly bit at it and sucked on it. Always wanting more.

Oddly enough, as he did this, a thought came to mind. Nothing too perverted, but more about the group training. Something they could all work on and then have a little fun afterwards. But details on this could wait. Right now, he was spending the rest of the night with his girlfriend.

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The next day Kan, also known as the pro hero Vlad King, stood before a set of doors. As he stood there, his hands opened and closed constantly as sweat began to form on his forehead where it then began to run down the sides of his face. Honestly, he felt a little pathetic at this moment. How many buildings on fire had he run into without a second thought? How many times had he rushed towards some disaster with that same level of care? How many times had he faced down powerful villains whose quirks overshadowed his own? Yet now, somehow, compared to everything he had ever done before, this was the hardest thing he would ever have to do.

There was a part of him that wished he didn't have to do this. To just give the situation a bit more time and hope that it would resolve itself. But he knew that wasn't possible, not anymore. Not after seeing how his students needed him to do this.

So, taking a deep breath, Kan opened the door and stepped inside the teacher's break room.

The first thing that Kan saw was a thin man sitting on one of the couches. The man's head was leaning back, his long blond hair flowing down the back side of the couch as the man stared up at the ceiling as he panted aloud. Draped around the man's form was a red hero costume that looked many sizes too big so that he might as well be swimming in it. As Kan moved to the coffee machine, he noticed that the man was lifting his head in slight panic while his eyes darted with fear. Though, it was an unwarranted fear in Kan's book since the only people who could enter this room were the teachers. The advanced security measures would keep out any of the students while sounding an alarm if they tried without the express permission of any teacher.

When the man's almost glowing blue eyes fell upon him, the man smiled. "Oh Vlad, wasn't expecting you. You don't usually show up after school hours."

Kan let out a chuckle as he poured himself a cup of coffee, taking it black. "Yeah, don't normally get this crap either. I don't know if it's because of his quirk or he just knows how to get the best coffee beans, but nothing compares to what Lunch Rush makes. Heh, maybe it's both." With coffee in hand, Kan moved to take the seat across from All Might. "Guess I just wanted to see how you were doing. Looks like those kids in 1-A put you through the ringer."

As Kan took a sip of his coffee (or, rather, this cheap ass crap trying to pretend to be coffee) All Might let out a laugh. "They're still a long ways away from that," he said. "My time just shortened again. With that damned time limit, I can just squeak by a lesson a day. It's draining as all hell, but they're good kids. They're worth it."

At that, Kan took a deep breath. "I'm sure they are," he said, his gaze focused on his coffee for a moment before looking up and locking eyes with the Number One Hero. "And, if you ever gave my class a chance, you would see that they're good kids as well."

The look All Might gave was one he had seen in his students more than once. The widening of eyes as they realized that they had forgotten a part of their homework. Looking away from a figure of authority, sometimes in shame while other times indignation. It was all there, along with All Might gripping his oversized pants tightly enough that, if he had the strength right now, he could have ripped them.

"It's not like I've been doing it on purpose," All Might said, shame in his voice. Which was good in Kan's opinion. Shame was good.

After taking another sip of this single yen knock off of coffee (they could get entire fucking cities built in the back of the school and giant robots but couldn't spring for better coffee in the teacher's break room), Kan set down the mug. "Look, All Might, when I heard that you were taking up this job, I knew you couldn't make every single class. Even more so when we were all told about your injury. And given everything you have done for society, I thought that not ragging on you for missing those classes was the least I could do. But…my class is falling behind because of this. Those kids, my students, they worked just as hard as 1-A to get into U.A. They deserve the same treatment as everyone else."

"I know that! I know they do!" stated All Might. "I'm trying my best here! It's just stuff keeps coming up."

"I see. So a speeding car and a purse snatcher is more important than our students? Because that is what you are using your precious time on instead of our students," challenged Kan, his eyes hardening even more. "That's what you were racing to stop all morning on the day of the USJ incident. Had you trusted the heroes and police of the city to do their damn jobs, you could have been there from the start. You might have even been able to put a stop to all of that chaos before those kids got exposed to that sort of danger! I mean, they're just first years!" Kan then paused, taking a breath in order to calm himself down. "Look, I'm glad you did eventually show up and put things right. But it came at the cost of limiting your time as the Symbol of Peace even more. Limiting the time helping to teach the students you made a commitment to."

"…Nezu said the same thing," admitted All Might slowly as he looked down. "Both before the incident when I called and said I couldn't make it and afterwards."

"And you know he's right," stated Kan as he folded his arms across his chest. He then let out a sigh. "I just wish you had realized that a bit sooner, because my class is losing faith in you."

"What!?" asked All Might, his head snapping up and his eyes widening. "But…But they have to understand that-"

"You're being greedy All Might!" interrupted Kan, silencing the other hero. "You want to be a teacher here. You want to keep the image of the Symbol of Peace as being strong. You want to keep being a hero for as long as possible. But trying to do all of that is coming at a cost. One that you should have realized! All Might, my class…they don't know you. You showed up for the entrance ceremony, but that's it! The only time they hear about you in class is when I'm telling them you can't make it! And they hear it over and over again. What did you think would happen?! I can't tell them the truth because you tied my hands when you made us all promise not to talk about your condition." Again, Kan took a deep breath. Not that it did anything to help with his bubbling emotions. "Not that telling the truth would make the situation any better! I've heard from the other teachers that a few Aizawa's students have noticed this as well. Loudly talking in the mess hall about how excited they are that you're teaching them! Or talking about what they did the other day. Rubbing it in my students faces that you favor class 1-A over them! If we told them the truth, it might just be the final nail in the coffin!"

All Might was trembling now, something that didn't make Kan feel any better. Before him was a man that the entire world respected as a great hero. Attacking him like this just felt wrong on some level. However, his students needed him to do this. Needed him to ram it through this man's head what he was doing and what the effects were.

"All Might, they're not going to wait for you forever," continued Kan. "My class reps, Kendo and Midoriya, they're having to step up and lead the class so that they can all be ready for the Sports Festival. If you could see all the effort they're putting into this, just so that they won't be left behind. In fact, Midoriya talked to me earlier about an off campus activity that he believes will help them. The fact that they're stepping up like this and not giving up makes me proud. I just wish that they didn't have to." For a moment, Kan's anger began to dissipate as he thought about what had happened between himself and Midoriya just a few hours ago. He could still clearly remember seeing the sparkle of hope in those green-eyes as he explained what he wanted the class to do over the weekend. It might have been bold or extreme, but Kan could see the merits in it. Might even be the thing to lift everyone's spirits. And if he could contact the right people, well…

"W-What are they planning?" asked All Might.

"How about you ask him yourself at tomorrow's lesson?" suggested Kan. "Maybe you could give him some advice?"

Hearing that lit up All Might's face for a moment, the man almost standing up. However, before he could put any pressure on those thin legs of his, the man sighed in defeat. "I wish I could, but there is another pressing matter I need to attend to," he said. Kan's irritation must have shown because All Might raised a hand quickly. "It's not like that. After the USJ incident, I realized I need to…do something really important. Tomorrow, my former sidekick will be coming over so we can talk to a certain third year student. It's…very…important…" All Might's words trailed off as Kan stood, leaving behind his crappy coffee as he went to the door.

"It had better be worth it All Might," said Kan as he stared at the door, not even bothering to look at the man. "Because once you have lost those kid's trust and respect as a teacher, it'll be damn near impossible to get it back without putting in a lot of work. Work that you don't have time for. But…I'm glad you're making time for other students at least." And before All Might could say anything else, Kan forcefully opened the door and left.

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Meanwhile…

"Are you sure she'll be interested in this?" asked Izuku as he walked down the halls of U.A. Besides him, wearing a similar P.E. uniform as himself, was Kendo while a third led the way. This boy had wild purple hair and an expression that made him look like sleep did not come naturally to him. In fact, when they first met, Izuku wondered if this student, Hitoshi Shinso, didn't have a vampire quirk or something similar.

"She's the same as me," said Shinso as he continued to walk down the halls, hands in his pockets. "She's got an insanely good quirk that would make her a great hero. But the entrance exam, all them robots, squashed any hopes she had. But unlike me, she decided to go into the Business Course." The teen then glanced over at Kendo. "Are you sure we shouldn't be heading down to the gym? I can talk to her tomorrow and see if she's interested."

"Worried about your classmates?" asked Kendo. Both Izuku and Kendo had talked to several of them throughout the day. Between classes in the hallway, during lunch, during their breaks, and just whenever they had any free time. Most of them, sadly, Izuku could see that they weren't going to join them. He was sure that Kendo saw it as well, given how upset she looked whenever she came back from talking to the General Studies students. For there was a look burned into their eyes: defeat. Those students had clearly just given up on ever trying to move up within the school. Like they had just accepted that they were nothing more than background characters, fodder for the upcoming Festival and nothing more.

Thankfully, not every member of General Studies had given up. While there were not many, Izuku and Kendo had managed to talk to a handful of students who were curious and even hopeful about their chances. More heard about via word of mouth and, by the end of the day, they had over twelve students who had written their info on the sign-up sheet. Thankfully, none of them held any illusion that Izuku and Kendo could promise them a spot in the Hero Course. All they wanted was a chance to show what they could do. To further help with that, Izuku was also asking them about their quirks so he could figure out a more specialized training program.

Shinso had been the first one they had talked to. While no one had known his name, a rumor had been going around school about a tired purple haired teen from General Studies who had declared war on class 1-A. Even going so far as telling the entire class that he was going to be taking one of their places after he knocked them out of the course.

"They can handle themselves," said Shinso, giving a shrug as they walked. "I just want to get going with this training. We're going to need all the help we can get."

"You were the one who brought her up in the first place," Kendo pointed out. "And she's going to need all the help she can get though. A single day of training can mean the difference between victory and defeat."

"Yeah, yeah," grumbled Shinso.

Soon, the group came to a set of very fine looking wooden door. The ones that looked so expensive that, if you pressed your ear against it, you wouldn't be surprised to hear the sounds of the rainforest. But, rather than knocking, Shinso just opened them.

"Sis, I finished reading the page. There's a potential loophole in paragraph three that needs to be looked at."

"Hey, wait your turn! Sis has to look at this page first! There are some major type-o's here that need to be fixed! Like percentage cuts! If we don't fix this, we'll fail!"

"Shut your traps! I'm still reading this garbage! And Sis needs to focus on her own work! Now shut it or I'll do it myself!"

"Zzzzz. Zzzzz."

Izuku blinked at what he saw. It seemed like the Business Studies students didn't have normal sized desks, but rather ones so long that you needed a rolling chair to get from one end to the next. Each of these long, fancy tables had various nick-knacks and papers on them in a neat arrangement that seemed almost manufactured. As if someone had figured out the most systematic way to give the impression of a business desk that was active but also had some degree of personality. Well, all but one. The lone student in the room was a girl with light shoulder length blue hair and matching eyes, small blue fangs poking out from her upper lips as she read a document before her with pencil in hand. But what really drew Izuku's attention were the four snake-like bodies coming out of her back. The upper parts of their bodies were the same light shade of blue with rows of spikes running down their spines with pink underbellies. On the top of their heads was a spike horn, the first having one with the number rising up to four. Three of these additional heads had stretched themselves out along her table, reading a document with a pencil in their mouths which they would then circle something before giving it to the main body. As for the fourth…it had its head on a pillow as it slept.

"Hey, Kawakami!" called Shinso. Instantly, the girl jumped from her seat causing the papers to fly up in all directions. The three active heads moved frantically to catch them all, moving like a blur as they bit into them before setting them back on the table. The last one…remained asleep.

"Oh," gasped the girl, Izuku noticing she was a bit on the short side. Maybe a foot and a half shorter than himself. "S-Shinso. It's you."

"Hey! Were you raised in a barn or something! Knock first!"

"Big sis is hard at work! You could have ruined everything!"

"Take responsibility and help us with this work you jerk!"

"Zzzz. Zzzz."

Again, Izuku was astounded at seeing these heads talk. Did this quirk have its own form of consciousness? He had heard that there was a student in 1-A who had a quirk that gave him a living shadow as a familiar. So was this something similar? Breaking away from his thoughts, Izuku stared at three of the four heads whose attention was focused on Shinso, glaring daggers as they did so. As for the girl, Kawakami, she looked at them with a nervous yet pleading expression.

"Please, it's all right girls," she said, holding up her hands as she spoke. The three heads muttered something that Izuku couldn't hear, but they began to retract slowly so that they were all behind the blue haired girl. Albeit looking ready to strike at any moment. Once they had backed away, the girl then turned to Shinso. "Sorry about that. They're a little frustrated with all the extra contract work we've been given."

Shinso let out a sigh. "Guess it must be tough," he said before gesturing to the two hero students. "Kawakami, this is Midoriya and Kendo from the Hero Course. They have an offer for you."

"What!?" shouted Kawakami and three of her extra heads all at once. She began waving her arms around frantically while the serpent heads looked at each other in confusion. "W-What would you want with me? Is this an arrest? Do you have a warrant? I swear, I thought those extra candy bars were for everyone!"

"What? No, no," said Kendo as she tried to calm the girl down. "Kawakami, we heard that you wanted to get into the Hero Course. Is that right?"

The frantic motions of the girl subsided as she, as well as the other heads attached to her, looked down at the ground. "Yes, I did."

"Can you tell us more about your quirk?" asked Izuku, no longer being able to hold it in as he produced a notebook out of nowhere. Moving swiftly, he began to circle the girl like a nerdy shark as he took notes on everything he had seen so far. The eyes of her quirk watched him in bafflement as he did so.

"What? Where did that notebook come from? Seriously, is no one going to question it?"

"Does he have a bag of holding style quirk?"

"Shut up you damn nerd and watch the green-haired one!"

"Zzzz. Zzzz"

"Oh, well, my full name is Aoi Kawakami and my quirk is called Hydra," began Kawakami. "As you can see, it gives me a few extra heads with minds of their own. I give mental, ah, requests to them but I can't see what they see. They can also produce some weak poisons. Nothing too serious, just causing numbness, sleepiness, or paralysis. A-And they administer it by either biting them or creating a mist…though the mist is less effective."

"That's…That's so amazing!" cried Izuku with stars in his eyes as he looked at the heads.

"HA! Finally! Someone who gets how great we are!"

"You have good tastes!"

"Hey! What she's saying is only the tip of the iceberg!"

"Really?" asked Izuku as he stared at the three heads.

"Oh, yeah," said Kawakami as she looked a little sheepish. "They're also pretty strong and can help me move about more easily." As if to prove this, two of the three heads shot down towards the ground slamming their lower jaws into the floor before launching Kawakami into the air. The third head shot forward, biting the floor behind the desk before reeling them in. Once on the floor, the three heads began to wrap around the desk before lifting it a solid foot off the ground. That thing could have weighed anywhere between one hundred to two hundred pounds! And they were doing it with some visible difficulty.

"How did you not get into the Hero Course?" demanded Kendo as she walked over to the girl and grabbed her shoulders.

"Well, ah, robots are sort of immune to poison," mumbled Kawakami as she looked away. "I managed to destroy a few robots but it just wasn't enough. Also, I think I lost points when I tried to save someone but ended up injecting him with poison." She then looked over at Shinso, giving him a thankful smile. "I'm glad I took Shinso's advice and also took the entrance exam for the Business Course. It might not be the most exciting thing here, but I think I'm doing well. Having an entire team looking over contracts really helps."

"But it's so boring!"

"We cry every night into our pillows, dreaming about how we could have kicked butt!"

"Aoi cries too sometimes! She even made her own costume and everything!"

"Zzzz. Zzzz."

"Ok, ok," said Kendo. "Well, now we really want you to join us."

"For?" asked Kawakami, tilting her head as she spoke.

"Oh right, they never told you," said Shinso, blushing a little as he scratched his chin. "Unlike those jerks in 1-A, the 1-B students are offering to train whoever wants it. They say they're going to help as many people as they can get ready and, hopefully, get into the Hero Course. I'm going to check it out and, well…"

"You thought about me?" supplied Kawakami, blushing herself. That blush grew ten times when she saw Shinso nod. "But…But the business course never competes. We just sell stuff and take notes."

"That's always been a choice," said Izuku. "Look, Kawakami, I'm going to be honest with you: there is no guarantee that you'll get in or even make it to the second round. I can't even promise you that there won't be any robots. But, if you really want to be a hero, this is your chance to show them what they missed out on."

"Stick with us and we'll do everything we can to help you out," continued Kendo. "You're strong, and I think all you need is a little bit of combat training. Add in some physical conditioning and you'll be a force to be reckoned with!"

"I," began Kawakami. She then paused, looking at all of her snake heads who were giving her what felt like puppy dog pouts. Then, she smiled and nodded. "OK! I'll do it!" As all the other heads began to cheer, the head that had been sleeping the entire time finally opened her eyes.

"Did I miss something?"

Chapter 8

"Alright, everyone, thank you all for coming today," said Kendo as she, Izuku, Shinso, and Kawakami entered one of the larger gyms used by the hero course students: Gym Alpha. Walking in, Izuku found that it reminded him of a higher end traditional gym. The sort of gym used by those in the higher end of society that, if he wanted just a day pass, would probably cost as much as his parents made in an entire year! The first half of the gym had nothing but matted floors and walls, no doubt meant to be used for group exercises and sparring. As for the other half of the room, Izuku could see row after row of various weight machines. Some of them were familiar like bench presses, leg presses, leg curl machines. But then, there were some that looked a little…strange. One that he could see looked like you could put your foot in it, kicking into the air with weights creating resistance. That or someone's tail, either seemed like an option. Of course, there was more to the gym than all that. Along the sides of the walls were rock climbing walls that went all the way to the ceiling as well as doors leading to a basement level where a couple of pools were kept. All in all, this seemed like the ideal place to train!

As they walked onto the mat, Izuku felt someone watching him from behind. Quickly turning, he saw that it was Kan-sensei. The man had his back to the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the students in the room with a small frown. And, as he turned around, Izuku thought he knew what was causing him to make that expression. Class 1-B were huddled together in the center while the general studies students were off to the side, a good distance between the two groups. None of them were trying to mingle with the heroes and none of the heroes were making any attempt as well.

Well, that was going to change.

"So, we have a limited amount before the Sports Festival," announced Kendo as she stood in front of the group, Izuku taking his place next to her. As for Shinso and Kawakami, the two of them just walked in front of the hero course students. Not blending with them, but not standing apart from them either. "And sadly, there is a lot of ground we all need to cover in order to be ready. So I need all of you to listen closely and pay attention so I don't need to repeat myself. To start off, both me and Midoriya are going to be splitting all of you into two groups. One group will be doing basic combat training, things like fighting stances and one on one combat as well as working on your quirks, while the other works on the weight machines and anything else you might feel you need. Then, after an hour, the groups will switch places. These groups will be split evenly, with those who have more powerhouse type quirks will be in my group while those who are more agile will work with Midoriya. After a week of this, Midoriya will take charge of my group while I take the reins on his."

Izuku nodded as listened to Kendo talk about what the two class reps had gone over earlier today. While they could have just kept the groups as they were to make it simpler, a fresh set of eyes from a different point of view might give them an edge.

"Question," said a teen, a hand raised up from the general studies group. Both Izuku and Kendo turned to see a tall, lengthy boy looking at them with dark eyes. What stood out for Izuku was the teen's head, which had a large forehead while the rest of it almost looked like it was cylinder shaped with long black hair coming down in a lion's mane sort of style. Also, for some reason, he wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Yes…?" asked Kendo, gesturing for him to step forward and introduce himself.

"Kenji Goya," said the boy as he took a few steps forward. "I was just wondering how you were going to place us in the general studies. Most of us don't have powerful quirks so…"

"Oh, that's simple," said Izuku, giving the teen a bright smile which he didn't return. "What's your quirk?"

Goya let out a sigh before looking down at the ground. "It's called Shock Redirection," he said simply.

"Shock Redirection? Is it like Shock Absorption or Nullification?" asked Izuku, his notebook just appearing in his hands as he began taking notes.

"I…think it would be better to show you," said the teen as he held up a hand, the palm open. "Just have someone punch my hand as hard as they can."

At that, Kendo grinned as she enlarged one of her fists. "Alright then," she said as she approached the teen who didn't even seem nervous as he saw just how massive her fist had gotten. Once she was in front of the teen, she pulled her fist back and, with a war cry, punched with all her might. What happened next caused all of the class 1-B students' mouths to hang open, even Kan-sensei! The giant fist made contact with the palm, but Goya didn't budge. In fact, he didn't appear like he even felt that! What's more, the mat beneath him began to ripple out like it was made of water or something.

"Pretty cool, right?" asked Goya as he moved his open hand away from Kendo to look down at it. "I used to think so as well. My quirk allows me to redirect the shock or kinetic energy from a physical object, like say a punch, to my upper body and push it down into the ground though my feet. Kind of like how a lightning rod sends electricity back into the earth. Though, for some reason, it works best when I use the palms of my hands." Goya then slowly looked up at Kendo, a small smile forming on his face. "Normally, I can't feel the force behind the attack. But that punch, I could tell it had some serious power behind it. Had my feet been on concrete or wood, I'm pretty sure that punch would have cracked the ground."

"T-That's amazing!" yelled Tetsutetsu, grinning like a mad man as he looked at Goya. "What's the biggest thing you've ever stopped with that?"

Goya looked a little embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head. "A small bus," he admitted, getting several gasps from the room. "It wasn't anything too amazing. This guy who lived uphill from my parents' place was doing some repair work on the bus and somehow it began to roll away from him. I happened to be playing in the streets when it happened and, well, caught it."

"Dude! That quirk is amazing!" shouted one of the general studies students, the others quickly echoing it along with Shinso and Kawakami. Heck, even the 1-B students couldn't hold back just how impressive they found this quirk. Including Izuku who was busy writing down all the ways this quirk could be useful in the hero profession. Firstly, he would be able to handle anyone out there with a strength enhancement quirk pretty much negating that advantage. And in rescue work, he might be able to help protect people from falling rubble.

Goya, however, shook his head. "Like I said, I used to think my quirk was pretty cool. But my quirk does have a few flaws. First off, it's only my upper body that can absorb the shock. Then that shock gets sent instantly to the soles of my feet and into the ground. I can't contain it for even a second or expel it from any other part of my lower body. And once people figure out what I can do, it's game over."

"That's quitter talk!" shouted Kendo, startling everyone. There was a fire in her eyes as she looked at Goya, her expression screaming that she wasn't going to let this guy go anytime soon. "With your quirk, you could become an amazing hero! You just need to work more with your quirk and your body. So that's what we're going to do! You're sticking with me this week so I can put some muscles on that body, teach you how to take a punch, and so much more."

"I also think I might know a few fighting styles that would be well suited for you," added Izuku with a smile, lifting up his notebook showing he had written at least a dozen or so martial arts styles with some of them scribbled out. "We can also talk to the support department to see if we can also get you some special shoes so that it doesn't look too obvious. Normally, they only work with the hero department, but we are allowed to make special requests for other students. We just need to find a support student who is willing to sign off on it." Turning his attention away from an emotionally shocked Goya, Izuku looked at the rest of the general studies students. "Don't worry, we're going to do everything we can to help all of you."

"That's right, which brings us to the second part of what will be our daily training routine," said Kendo as she looked at the whole group. "Once we are done in here, we will be making our way to one of the training zones for team building exercises. Basically, learning how to work together as a group so that it will become natural, as well as breaking us all down into smaller sized groups to handle different situations. Oh, also, Midoriya has a special training set up for this Saturday."

"Ok, that sounds great and all," began Shinso as he raised a hand. "But…shouldn't we also be working to try and counter class 1-A's quirks? I think that would be an effective use of our time."

Izuku let out a sigh before looking down at his notebook, quickly flipping through the pages. "Believe me, if we had more time then I would agree. After all, the more info a hero has on a villain's quirk, the greater the odds are that he can overcome it with minimal damages to himself and the surrounding area. However, given the fact there are twenty students in 1-A, researching all of their quirks to see exactlyhow they work would eat up a huge chunk of our time. Add on the amount of time it would take to come up with a plan for each and every one of us to counter each of their quirks followed by the actual training. Well, that might be a bit too much to hope for. It's best we focus on our base fighting strength and improving as much as possible."

The green-haired teen then found the pages he was looking for, holding the notebook open as he skimmed what he had written some time ago. "However, we do have some information thanks to Tokage and Honenuki who met with the other students who got in via special recommendation. Yaoyorozu has the power of creation. While she never explained how she does it, we do know that she can create any non-living object she wants as long as she knows and understands its molecular structure."

"Sounds kind of like you Midoriya," said Awase. "I mean, you can pull your bones out of your body and turn them into whatever weapon you want."

"Well, I can't turn them into a semi-automatic rifle or a cannon…yet," replied Izuku with a bit of smirk, his comment getting a chuckle out of the group. Then, once the crowd had settled, Izuku continued. "Now, right now, Yaoyorozu is the wild card because of her quirk. Meanwhile, Todoroki is a bit more straight forward. He's the son of the number two hero Endeavor. Yet strangely he didn't seem to show much in the way of fire, rather he used ice the entire time. And he can make a lot of it. He's probably going to be one of the tougher, if not the toughest, people in 1-A to beat. Right now that's all we-"

"Oh, oh!" yelled Kawakami as she began jumping up and down with her hand raised in the air. "I know that Mineta has sticky balls!"

The entire gym seemed frozen in time as everyone stared at the blue haired hydra girl. Izuku felt his jaw drop, the notebook in his hand falling to the ground. He could feel his mind crashing, error messages flashing through his vision as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. Mineta has WHAT? And…And how did she know that? Slowly the teen's senses began to return, showing him that the rest of the class was staring at the business course student with their colors muted. There were only a few, like Shinso, who were not staring at her with their mouths hanging open but instead looked like they were fighting hard not to vomit. As for her four extra heads…

"You idiot! Don't say it like that!"

"Sis, you have to remember your phrasing."

"Explain! You have to explain yourself!"

"Can we have a snack now?"

"Right! Sorry!" yelped Kawakami as she saw the reaction everyone was giving her. "Y-You see, one part of the business course is to learn how to help heroes manage their social media pages! And for our first assignment, we were each given a student and told to write up a report on our thoughts on how to improve them. I was the one who got Mineta so-"

"Sis ended up writing fourteen pages on everything that he shouldn't be telling the public!"

"All that vulgar language. All the self promoting as a ladies' man."

"We read things we could never unread! How is his account not banned worldwide? How?!"

"At least we got to look at cute cat videos to cleanse our eyes afterwards."

"Anyways," interrupted Kawakami, "in between certain comments, Mineta mentioned what his quirk did. Those balls on his head aren't some weird hairdo. They're some sort of sticky mass that he can pull off his head and throw. Anything other than himself will stick to them while he just bounces right off."

At that, the class gave a collective sigh of relief. Then…

"But, ah, he did make some mentions to other parts of his body," said Kawakami, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. It didn't take long for the class to come to the conclusion on what sort of body parts the person in question was speaking of. And, as Kan made a silent vow to speak to Nezu about this kid's behavior, the rest of the class made a silent vow: if they got the chance, Mineta would be the first to get knocked out of the Sport Festival.

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"Ok, let's do this one more time!" cried Tetsutetsu, hardening his body into steel as he slammed both his fists together. Though he was panting, Izuku nodded before turning to look at Pony who despite looking just as worn out as the rest of them gave him a cute thumbs up.

As the three got into position within the city-like environment, it was hard not to notice the growing shadows all around them as the sky took on an almost crimson color. Their ears also picked up a lack of noise. What seemed like not so long ago, the place was abuzz with noise from the various teams working on group combo moves. Everything from people screaming at the top of their lungs to the sounds of collapsing metal seemed to be the song that this land sang. But now that melody was on its final cord as the noises came further and further apart. It was clear to Izuku that everyone here was drained, too tired to keep going for too much longer.

Which, seeing how everyone he saw had been giving this their all, was a great thing! The first half of the training went off without a hitch. After getting the quirks of everyone in general studies, both he and Kendo split them up with the rest of the class as evenly as they could. Once that was all set up, Izuku worked hard to maintain his own workout plan while making sure everyone was using the machines correctly. Mostly, he saw the general studies students not holding at the right time, a common mistake to those who had never really worked out properly before. But, everyone there was giving it their all and pushing themselves.

Following that came combat training. Here, Izuku decided to follow Kan's example as he focused on the several general studies students first which included both Shinso and Kawakami. Shinso was easily the worst out of all of them, already exhausted from the weight lifting and just throwing random punches that easily missed Izuku. No doubt he was the type of person who thought he could get by with just his quirk alone, neglecting training his body. So, after a while, Izuku realized what type of style he would need. One that revolved around dodging and striking people in areas that wouldn't take them down but would instead cause pain and annoyance. The idea was to fluster his opponent to the point where they would talk back to Shinso without even realizing it. Once they did, it was game over. Meanwhile, Kawakami was a bit better. She could use her additional limbs to help move herself far better than could her own legs and, if she ever caught her opponent's limbs, they would be pretty much bound. However, her main body was the issue as her punches had no real power to them. Thankfully, Izuku had a good idea for that. Rather than just increasing her strength, he believed that she should also increase the speed of her punches. If she could bind her opponent, pinning them to the ground, then all she needed to do was rapidly punch her opponent in the gut while her poisons went to work. Simple!

As for the other general students, they all needed their own work. Like, for example, this one student who kept trying to roll on the ground whenever he dodged. It was…awkward to watch. When asked why he was doing this, he said that it was for his quirk: Gunshot Flick. Apparently, by placing an object between his thumb and pointing finger, he could then flick said object with great force depending on how long he held it there. Sort of like he was charging for a big attack in a video game. The rolling was supposed to help him dodge as well as look for loose rubble to use as ammo. Not a bad idea, but how he was doing it looked so unnatural and clumsy that half the time it failed. So, Izuku showed him the proper way to roll.

Once he was finished with the general students' matches, Izuku used the rest of the time to show them fighting stances. Learning these stances was the first and most important part so that was all they did. Over and over, Midoriya drilled it in their heads until it was time to move on to the training fields.

Here, the first part of their training was simple: jump from rooftop to rooftop as a group from one edge of the city to the other without leaving anyone behind. This was slow going, mostly due to the general studies students being either nervous, not trusting others to help them, or leaping before they looked. And while this did frustrate various members of class 1-B, Rin and Kamakiri being chief among them, the rest took it in stride as they helped. When it was finished and their time given, Kendo and Izuku told them that they hoped by the end of the two weeks that this time would greatly improve.

Once that was done, Izuku had split everyone up into groups of two so that they could begin working together to create combo moves and such. This worked out faster than he thought. For example, Tokage seemed to really take to her partner from the general studies: a girl named Haia Maki whose quirk was named swarm. Much like Tokage, the girl could break her body apart in various pieces but took it one step further. Those pieces turned into animals. Rats, mice, bats, and even bugs. And, like Tokage, if one of the animals were killed, she could regenerate that missing piece of her body once she reassembled herself. The downside was that she could only choose one type of animal to turn into so mixing it up was not an option. On top of that, the animals she turned into had the same strength as those found in the wild. Still, the two got along great, quickly creating a combo move where rats rained from the sky upon their foe.

Seeing how well that worked out, Izuku moved up group training to three person teams for the last hour. Which brings us to the now.

Taking a breath, Izuku began to reshape the bones in his right arm. The white mass exited through his skin, swirling around and hardening as it reshaped itself into a massive lance or drill. This was one of his best moves, the bones used to make this weapon being some of the hardest he could make while the point was as sharp as he could make. It was this technique that he had used to destroy many of the various robots in the entrance exam, cutting through them like they were nothing. But now, they were fixing its weakness: speed.

"Horn Dash Hammer!" yelled Pony. "Horn Dash Drill!" As Pony cried out the names of their combo attacks, her own quirk activated: Horn Cannon. Izuku, head turned slightly to the side to see his girlfriend in action, watched as the horns on her head detached and began floating in the air above her before instantly regrowing. She repeated this almost instantly, another set of horns floating in the air and pointed at the boys like a pair of guided missiles ready to strike. Seeing this brought a small smile on Izuku's face, remembering when they were younger and she could only control one horn while the rest were launched in a straight line. Now, after so many years of hard work, she could control up to four with no problem.

Such thoughts ended quickly as the combo move the three had created went into full swing. The detached horns shot through the air at a considerable speed, two heading towards Tetsu while the second pair flew towards Izuku. Very soon, Izuku felt the familiar feeling of her horns as they pressed on his sides before pushing him forward. Glancing over at his hard headed friend, he saw that he was in a similar situation as he grinned like a madman. Together they moved faster than they normally could under their own power and soon Izuku's drill made contact with a wall which crumbled all around him.

"That was fricken amazing!" yelled Tetsutetsu as they came to a complete stop, fists held high in the air.

"It was a good start," agreed Izuku as Pony entered the building. Or, rather, the remains of the building. Looking around, it seemed to be a clothing store of some kind. U.A. had even put up some of the ad photos of pretty teen girls wearing the store's wares with the brand logo displayed. Was that how this place made so much money? Letting these companies plaster their logos here and there?

"You both did amazing!" cried Pony as she ran towards Izuku and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment they stood there, arms wrapped around the other as they looked into the others eyes as bits from the ceiling fell around them. Then, without so much as a care of who watched them, the pair shared a passionate kiss. Not like Tetsutetsu minded as he gave Izuku a thumbs up.

"Hey guys," came Kendo's voice. "We're calling it a day. Everyone else is heading out."

With great reluctance, Izuku pulled away from Pony's sweet lips to look over at Kendo who was standing in the hole that they had made. "Alright," he said. "Since it's getting late, how about you go on ahead? I'll make sure everything is packed away and locked up."

Kendo raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Well, I do live on campus," said Izuku simply. "So there's no need for me to worry about missing a train-"

"TRAIN?!" shouted Tetsu, gaining everyone's attention. The steel quirk user had pulled out his phone, staring at the time as sweat began running down his face at bullet like speeds. "It's that late already. Shit! Sorry Midoriya, but I have to get to the station ASAP before I miss my last train!" With that, the teen took off without so much as another word.

After a few words of goodbye, Kendo left as well leaving behind Izuku and Pony within the training ground. Thankfully, they didn't have to fix anything here as the robots and heroes would have everything taken care of before first period the next day. What they did end up doing was heading back to the gym to see if anyone had left anything, making sure all the weights were put away, clean the mats, and so on. Thankfully, the only things they found were a couple of water bottles. That, along with Pony using her quirk on some rags to clean the mats, made the whole process last no longer than a half an hour.

Finally, the two found themselves in the hallways of U.A. as they made their way to the locker rooms.

"Kind of a pity about that store," said Pony as she unzipped her jacket, revealing her black tank top. "Do you think any of the clothing inside was real?"

"I don't think they'd go that far," was Izuku's answer. "Most likely they were wood or plastic to make it look like stacks of clothing. Probably cheaper to do that than to pay for each individual piece of clothing that gets destroyed."

"Makes sense," said Pony with a sigh. "Still, it's a shame because there were so many cute outfits in there. If we could have stayed longer I would have loved to try them on."

"Would you like to do that?" asked Izuku. "I mean, going out shopping together. After the Sports Festival. Just the two of us."

Pony beamed brightly at this, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Izuku. "I would love that! Oh my God, I don't think we've been off campus since we started the school year! There are probably a whole bunch of stores nearby, we could spend the entire day together shopping and maybe getting a bite to eat." She then paused, a more thoughtful look appearing on her face. "I didn't know you like shopping for clothes. Normally you just wear a shirt with the word 'shirt' or 'tux' on it."

"Well," began Midoriya as he began scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't really like buying stuff like that for myself. But I thought that, well, you like it and maybe you could…model some outfits for me?"

Pony slowly gained a rather devilish smirk on her face, one that she didn't bother to hide as she looked at her blushing boyfriend. "Oh, is that what you're really after? What kind of things are you asking me to model for you? Something sexy? Like lingerie?"

"Ah, yes and no?" said a still blushing Izuku. "I mean, I know how much you like that sort of stuff. Shopping I mean. And even though it's not something I normally enjoy, I like seeing how your face lights up whenever you find something that you like. That and, well, seeing you dress in something alluring is well worth the trip."

Pony said nothing at first, just letting out a hum as she brought her hands behind her back to push out her chest a bit. "I see. Well, maybe you won't have to wait that long. I might have brought some very…provocative lingerie with me. Maybe I could do some modeling for you before the Sports Festival, if you like~"

"Really!?" Izuku's voice echoed around them, his excitement made clear.

Pony nodded with an affirmative hum. "Of course. I was thinking of making it a reward if you do well in the Sports Festival...but, honestly, I don't think you need that level of motivation to do your best."

"Yeah, you're right about that," said Izuku with a chuckle. For a moment, the two walked in silence as they headed towards the locker rooms. Of course Izuku was planning on giving this his all even before Pony brought it up. And, honestly, he really didn't need any additional encouragement. If he did need it, well, then he wasn't giving it his all.

"But, if I'm going to do something like that for you, would you mind making a little fantasy of mine come true?" asked Pony suddenly.

"You want me to model for you?" asked Izuku only for Pony to shake her head.

"Tempting, but no," she said with a sly grin. "Remember when I said we could start showering together? Well, I wasn't joking." Izuku's eyes widened as he looked at Pony while she moved in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist to press their bodies together. "And wouldn't you know it? The locker rooms with their large, open showers are just up ahead."

"Y-You sure?" asked Izuku. Pony responded by leaning forward a bit more, her mouth making contact with the skin of his neck. Izuku's fingers extended, his body stiffening as he felt her lips kissing the nape loudly. Her chest pressed against his own as if to eliminate any space separating them, making Izuku wish for nothing more than to tear off their sweaty garments so that he could actually feel his lover's body. Then Pony upped her game, making an animalist noise before her tongue slid up Izuku's neck, the sensation sending waves of pleasure rushing through his body while his cock instantly grew hard.

"Mhmm," was her reply when she parted, her lips just above the skin. The green-haired teen shuddered as he felt her breath against his skin, his hands flying to her ass as he was no longer able to hold back. "While doing it in one of our bathrooms would be intimate, they are a bit cramped for our first time doing something like this. That and I think it'll be more exciting. Come on, haven't you ever had a fantasy of fooling around with a girl in the locker room?"

"Well…yes," gasped Izuku. It wasn't a common fantasy that Izuku had, the normal ones being either in his bedroom or at the beach, but they did come up. Sure, there was a really good chance that they would be caught in the act…but that only made fantasy more exciting.

However…

"Pony," said Izuku as he gave her a serious look. "Are you, well, hoping that we're going to go 'all the way'? Because, if that's what you want, I don't think it's a good idea. I'm still pretty tired from all that training and I don't think I'm ready for that and-"

"No!" Pony said, her face turning bright red as she spoke. "I mean, yeah. I'm pretty tired too. Plus, as memorable as having our first time in the shower sounds, I think I'd rather we make love on a bed. Though, maybe we could try something new if we're both comfortable with it."

After letting out a sigh of relief, Izuku smiled at Pony. "I'm willing to see."

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Within the women's locker room, Izuku and Pony began undressing the other. Their jackets were the first to hit the floor as Izuku kicked his classic red shoes off his feet. Pony then turned so that her back was facing Izuku, her arms lifting as Izuku's hands grabbed at the bottom of her shirt. Swiftly he lifted the sweat covered shirt off of her, tossing it aside as he looked at Pony's red sport's bra which had white stars right above where the nipples were. Feeling a hunger that had nothing to do with his stomach, Izuku removed her bra and watched as her perfectly shaped breasts jiggled from the action. The teen found it so damn hard not to spin the horned girl around, grab her by the shoulders, and press her against the lockers as he made out with her with the fury of a wild animal. Instead, the teen managed to contain himself as the tips of his fingers trailed down Pony's sides until they came to the waistline of her track pants. This time, all he was able to do was to untie the front, loosening it before Pony turned around. Her hands found his pants, untying them as she kissed him passionately. Without breaking the kiss, her thumbs hooked onto the waistband pulling down not only his pants but the teen's boxers down just far enough so that his cock was freed. As Izuku shimmed out of his pants, while at the same time managing to take off his socks using only his feet, Pony reached up to take off his shirt.

Once she had fully undressed Izuku, Pony pulled away from her green-haired lover. With a sly look in her big, blue eyes, she turned around and bent over so that the palms of her hands were on a nearby bench. Izuku watched as she then shook her rear at him, allowing her pants to fall down a little to reveal her red panties. Getting to one knee, Izuku pulled down the fabric along with everything else while his gaze remained fixed on her rear. As his hands moved, Izuku leaned forward to kiss one of her ass cheeks tenderly. How could he not when it, like everything else about her, was just so perfect.

Izuku would have done more had Pony not stood up at that moment and turned around, Izuku's nose nearly touching the girl's lower lips. Her scent alone made his cock harden even more, fluids trickling out of her lower passage and down her legs. Again he felt a hunger rise, screaming at him to shove his face between her legs! To fill his mouth with her nectar until he was satisfied! Self control was a challenge, but he managed to hold it together as he felt Pony help him to his feet.

From there, the two naked teens walked hand and hand into the showers. Their hearts began beating faster with excitement as the sound of feet and hooves echoed through the empty room. Once they were close enough, Pony wasted no time in turning on the water. As they waited for the water to heat up, the two brought their bodies close in another embrace. Izuku's dick was sandwiched between their bodies as their tongues connected before their lips ever touched, the two moaning loudly without a care. As their hands went to the other's ass, squeezing them fondly, the fear that someone could walk in on them had completely left them. All that mattered, in this moment, was being together.

For the longest time, the two just stood there in this embrace as they felt the water warm up bit by bit. It was only when it was warm enough did the two enter, their hair instantly flattening against their bodies.

Pony was the first to pull away, turning to reach out towards the nearby soap dispenser. The horned girl returned her gaze to her boyfriend, a loving look in her eyes as her soapy hands went to her breasts. Izuku watched as she began to lather them up, watching as they bounced and jiggled in a way that made him moan as white suds began to obscure their perfection. Just over the sound of the pounding water, he could hear Pony's moans as her head leaned back a bit as her fingers traced her rosy nipples.

What happened next was amazing. Pony, rather than rising herself off, moved towards Izuku to press her chest against his own! For a moment, they remained as they were before Pony lowered herself and then rose again. Izuku let out a loud moan as the mix of sensations assaulted. The softness and firmness of her breasts, slick with soap pressed against his chest. The hardness of her nipple as it made trails down his muscles. The feeling of soap that made everything feel slick. The look of lust that was taking over Pony's eyes as she grinded herself against him, her moans just barely heard over the sound of the shower. He watched as the suds grew, sprinkled from his neck all the way down to his waist. Eventually, the goddess before him moved over to his side before placing his arm between the valley of her breasts. Izuku felt his toes curl as he his arm was surrounded by bliss, the sight being so erotic he could hardly believe it was true! She washed from his shoulder, having to lean forward on the tips of her hooves, all the way down to his finger tips. Then, after she was down, she did the same to the other arm. Once that was down, Pony got down on her knees. Rather than giving his cock the same treatment, she focused on cleaning his legs though her gaze was on the bouncing of Midoriya's dick.

When she was finished, Pony turned around so that the water could wash her chest, her back half covering Izuku's chest. The horned girl leaned her head back, allowing the water to fall on her as her still somewhat soapy hand reached down towards the cock pressing against her side. Izuku gasped as he felt her fingers wrap around the shaft, the suds and water helping her grasp as it slid back and forth. She started slow at first, Izuku reaching around to cup her breast as she worked. The green-haired teen kneaded her flesh, pinching her nipples between two fingers as she turned her head to look at him. Their lips met and, swiftly, their tongues did as well.

Soon, Pony picked up the pace with her hand as their kiss became more passionate. It never went to an insanely rapid pace, but one that was steady and controlled that had Izuku's pleasure building at a steady pace. And while that was going on, Pony's other hand had reached up to take hold of the wrist playing with her breast. Rather than pushing it away, Pony brought it down lower until it was pressing against something that caused Izuku to pause in their make out session. He could feel it: Pony's pussy! Was she seriously asking him to do what he thought she was asking? Sure he had played with her ass, but that was it!

Feeling his lover gently biting his lower lips while her hand kept his down there, Izuku took this as permission. Slowly, carefully, his fingers began to move against her slit causing the girl's hips to buck slightly. The teen kept his actions slow, careful not to make too big of a fool of himself in his first act at this level of sexual intimacy. All he did was rub his fingers against her petals, mostly on the outside but at times dipping into that space between her folds. The blond groaned into his mouth, his hips continuing their slow grind as her tongue clicked against his own. He could feel a new source of wetness as her noises became more and more needy.

Then, as his thumb grazed something, he felt her body stiffen for a brief moment while a throaty moan filled the air. The teen moved his thumb again, making circular motions around the spot that had caused his love to act like this. The effect was instantaneous, the blond bucking her hips like crazy. Her making out became far more savage, more hungry as she continued to jerk him off. More and more, the two continued to play with the other's bodies as they felt themselves nearing the edge of pleasure.

Then, they crossed it. Izuku felt his legs going weak as a large rope of cum shot out followed by another. At the same time, a large rush of fluids escaped from Pony's sex as her legs became weak as well. Together, the pair fell to their floor with Izuku landing on his ass and Pony on top of him. As they sat there, legs spread open with their breathing heavy, neither of them seemed to care. They just continued to kiss as they basked in the presence of the one they loved.

[hr] The Next Day [hr]

"Well, that was unexpected," said Nighteye after the door had closed. All Might, who was seated across from his former sidekick, said nothing as he hung his head within the principal's office in UA. The Number One Hero of Japan was dressed in his best striped suit which looked comically oversized on him now that he was deflated. However, there was nothing comical about the visage of the man as his long hair hung unruly around his gaunt face like curtains obscuring something horrible. But everyone else in the office, Sir Nighteye who was giving the ground a rather pensive look, and Nezu, who was seated at his desk sipping tea, could feel the despair rippling off the slender man.

Unexpected? Well, to All Might, that was the understatement of the century! It had all been going so well as All Might was formally introduced to Young Togata, the man Sir Nighteye had taken under his wing. Naturally, All Might had presented himself in his buffed up form using his precious hero time for this meeting. He had watched, smiling his famous smile, as the young blond before him nearly phased right through the ground in excitement at meeting the living legend face to face. From there, they all sat as All Might steered the conversation. For nearly an hour, the tall giant of a man asked Young Togata question after question in order to get a read on the boy. Not that he doubted Nighteye's endorsement, but he would like to make sure that this teen was the right fit for One for All. And, low and behold, he seemed perfect! The teen was strong, both physically and emotionally with a good sense of righteousness. He even had a good sense of humor!

Once he was satisfied, All Might deflated before Togata's eyes. Once he had calmed down, All Might explained about his quirk. How he had been injured by a villain and how his time as a hero was running down. That he needed to pass down One for All to a worthy successor, making that person the new symbol of peace, the world's pillar of justice, and (in time) the number one hero!

"…You mean, I can't become any of that without your quirk?" asked Togata. From there, the conversation turned into a downward spiral.

Slightly confused by Togata's remark, All Might tried to explain that it was possible that he could. It would just be easier with One for All. That and he would need that power if it turned out that All for One was still alive, which he had reason to believe that the man was. Nighteye had even chimed in, telling him how he was the perfect choice to take up such a role. The only one to remain silent was Nezu who simply refilled their cups with fresh tea.

"I don't know," said Togata when All Might had finished.

"Trust me, I know this is a lot to take in," said All Might with a small smile.

"It's not that. Well sort of, but," the teen's words had trailed off, which had caused the two men to look at the other in confusion. Then, after Togata collected his thoughts, he gave All Might a serious look. "I know what you're offering me. And I'm honored. It's just that…I wasn't born with a strong quirk. I worked hard to make it strong. To be the best hero I could be. All that time, work, and effort I put into my training. It sort of feels like I would be throwing it all away."

"I think you're not understanding how One for All works," Nighteye had said with a frown.

"One for All is a stockpiling quirk," Togata had said as he looked at his mentor. "Basically, by gaining this quirk, all the power it had accumulated would improve my physical strength as well as my quirk. Maybe I'm wrong for thinking this, but it sort of feels like a cheat code. I know you said that I'll still have to work my body to improve and gain full access to the power…but once I do, well, that will be it. I'll become a greater hero than All Might, not because of the hard work I put into my quirk but because you just decided to give me this power." Togata then sighed. "It also just feels wrong having two quirks. I know there's not a lot of them out there right now, but there are still people out there who don't have any quirks."

After that, Togata gave his apology before excusing himself, bringing the pro-heroes back to the present.

"Well, I wouldn't say this was a total loss," said Nezu in a cheerful, upbeat tone. "Togata did say that if you were unable to find anyone else, he would accept your quirk."

"All Might has looked," argued Nighteye, glancing over at the principal. "And time is running out!"

"Oh, has he now?" questioned Nezu before taking a quick sip of tea. "Not even a full month into the school year and he has gotten to know every student before crossing them off a list he made? That seems rather dubious."

All Might felt himself sinking even lower at the words of both Nighteye and Nezu. His former sidekick was only half right. He was running short on time! When he started here as a teacher, the plan was simple: spend the year getting to know the students and find the right person to inherit his power. He was supposed to have time to get to know some of the more appropriate students with power quirks that could help them take his place once he retired. The world would be safe and he could live out the rest of his days in peace. But then the USJ incident happened. The report on the Nomu happened. Just the thought that that man, that monster, was still alive after their last battle was enough to make All Might's skin crawl. And if he was still alive, slowly regaining his strength, then he needed to pass on One for All as soon as possible. To start training his successor so that they could put a stop to All for One before he could make any footholds in this new society. It was because of that desire that he had decided to trust Nighteye's suggestion.

But, as for looking, Nighteye was somewhat wrong. So far, he had only really looked at class 1-A and, while most of them had powerful quirks that could be greatly enhanced by One for All, he could already see the potential flaws in choosing any of them. Todoroki seemed to have issues with his quirk and had poor social skills. Young Ida was, ah, a bit too by the books and would come off as intimidating. Bakugo's arrogance and anger issues needed to be curbed if he ever wanted a shot at getting One for All. And Mineta, well, the less said about him the better. They were, over all, fine students. It's just that he didn't seem ready or just the right fit to handle something like One for All. As for 1-B, well, Kan had told him straight to his face not too long ago that those students didn't even know him. He had ignored twenty hero hopefuls, twenty potential choices to become his successor.

A fear sank into All Might's heart as he clasped his hands tightly into fists. What if the one, that perfect student to take up the mantle of the next symbol of peace, was one of those twenty? One of those students who were losing faith in him? Would he ever be able to find them if all of those students kept him at arm's length? Would they reject the offer like how Togata had?

"Regardless, I still say that Togata is the best pick," said Nighteye stubbornly. "Time is not on our side right now. We shouldn't go wasting it on every single student here. Instead, it should best be used trying to get Togata to understand the situation."

"That might be difficult since we ourselves don't fully understand the situation," retorted Nezu with a chuckle. "All we know is that All for One might be back in some form."

Nighteye frowned at that. "I fail to see how he is not involved in all of this," the Foresight user said. "Unless you have another police report that we are unaware of."

"Certainly not," commented Nezu with a chuckle. "I would never dream of holding such valuable information away from either of you. While it is true that All for One is the only one we know that can forcibly take quirks as well as give those he has stolen to another, that does not exclude other possibilities. For example, let us say that All for One had a follower who was an accomplished quirk researcher. After his defeat, this follower could have taken All for One's body and began to study it; learning how to steal quirks and give them before creating these monsters called Nomu. Or it could be some descendent of our fallen foe who recently awakened a similar quirk. We could even be dealing with a clone of some kind!"

"That seems highly unlikely," said Nighteye, still frowning.

"But not impossible!" responded Nezu in a chipper tone. "For that reason, I believe that there is no need for us to be too impatient. Finding a proper successor to One for All should be our top priority. That is why All Might decided to become a teacher here at U.A. Perhaps it is time he took his role as a teacher a bit more seriously." Now, as All Might looked up, he saw that Nezu was setting down his tea cup while his friendly demeanor slipped away into something more neutral. When he spoke next, the white furred creature's tone was icy. "While Kan has not spoken to me about it, I am aware that the two of you spoke about your lack of presence in his class. Frankly, I believe that I have indulged your selfish behavior long enough. Far longer than I would have any other teacher. It is only because I understand the importance of passing down One for All that I have not fired you nor given you any sort of proper reprimand. That, however, ends now! I have rescheduled your Monday class with Aizawa's homeroom so that you will instead be teaching 1-B. You will be there, on time and teach the entire class. And then you will continue to teach their class everyday that you are scheduled to. If you call off one more time then…I'm sorry, but you will have to search for your successor somewhere else."

"WHAT?!" yelled Nighteye, the man standing up as he looked at the principal with wide eyes. All Might too was staring at Nezu, who merely lowered his gaze. "You can't be serious! How can you-"

"I understand," said All Might, much to the shock of his former sidekick. "And, for what it's worth, I'm sorry it had to come down to this."

"B-But All Might," said Nighteye, stopping as the deflated hero shook his head. He knew that Nezu was right. Finding a successor to One for All was supposed to be his top priority. It should have been his top priority! And what had he done? Showing up to class whenever he didn't hear the cry for help, getting in a few more heroic moments before the powers left him. Shifting his responsibilities onto others and causing trouble for Nezu. Kan had been right as well. If it hadn't been for him going out there, still trying to be a hero instead of a teacher, then he would have been there at the start of the USJ attack. Then Thirteen and Aizawa wouldn't be in the condition they were in right now. Maybe he could have gotten to know some of the students of 1-B to make a more informed decision.

If he was serious about finding the best possible candidate to take his quirk, then he needed to get his act together now! If that meant canceling appearances and trusting the rest of the heroes, then that's what he had to do!

He just hoped that he wasn't too late.

[hr]Saturday[hr]

"So this is the special training you were talking about?" asked Tetsu. The taller teen was standing at the edge of the small parking lot, his hands on the railing as the rest of the training group made their way out of the bus Kan-sensei had procured for them. He, like everyone else, was dressed in the school's gym uniform with a duffle bag hanging from one of his shoulders.

Izuku said nothing at first, instead patting his friend on the back as they looked on at the scene before them. Mountains of trash littered what was once part of a large beach, not that anyone could tell anymore for the towers of waste were so high that, even from where the two stood, they could not see the ocean nor smell the salt over the stench. Every grain of sand had been covered by old, rusty cars, fridges, metal debris, bags of trash, and so much more.

"That's right," said Kendo with a grin as she looked at the wasteland before her. She then turned to address the group. "Alright everyone, listen up. For today's training, we're going to be cleaning this beach!" This earned her a choir of groans.

"Come on guys, this is a great training regiment!" exclaimed Izuku. "Moving the trash will help build muscles and by working together we can improve on our teamwork. Plus, Kan-sensei has given us permission to use our quirks here." That got everyone's attention. As one, the students looked over at the blood themed hero who had his back leaning against the bus. With a smirk, Kan gave the crowd a nod which, in turn, caused a ripple of excitement to spread. "Now, I know that not everyone has the most powerful quirks, but don't get discouraged. Try to use today as a means of finding new and creative ways to use your quirks while helping everyone out."

"This is also going to be helping the Support Course," added Kendo as a large, bright yellow dump truck with the U.A. logo on its side pulled into the parking lot. Once it was parked, the back of the truck opened while a very sturdy ramp ran down to the ground. With a final loud hiss, the truck's engine shut down and the driver, Power Loader, got out of the front seat along with a couple of his students. "They will be hauling all the trash we collect back to school. There, they will be checking to see if there's anything that can be salvaged while the rest will be scrapped."

"And I hope everyone read the announcement to bring their swimsuits," said Izuku as he lifted his duffle bag into the air. "Because, once we are done, the beach is ours for the rest of the day! Lunch Rush will even be coming over to set up a barbeque!"

Well, that did it. Izuku looked out to see everyone's faces beaming with excitement and determination. "LET'S DO THIS!" someone in the back cried out, followed instantly by all the students raising fists into the air and letting out what felt like a war cry. And soon, everyone got to work.

Within the first few minutes, various teams were hard at work securing as much of the trash as possible. A few people, like Yanagi and Tokage, were using their quirks to lift the smaller items and begin dumping them into the truck. Others, like Kendo and Kawakami, did a bit more of the heavy lifting. It was impressive to see the class rep using her quirk to enlarge her hands before picking up an old car and carrying it all the way to the dump truck. Or how Kawakami used her multiple hydra heads to wrap around large metal poles and lift them over her head as she simply walked over to the truck. Tetsu also did plenty of the heavy lifting, taking an old fridge all by himself.

Then there were people like Pony who fell somewhere in the middle. The American teen was using her horns to lift heavy objects, using anywhere between two and four horns at a time as she lifted trash of various sizes. She even began working alongside the solid air user. Tsuburaba began creating disks of solid air, which he and several other students began placing various trash upon. Once it was filled, Pony would use her horns to move it. Sadly, there were times when the trash they piled on was a bit too heavy for his quirk or that the weight wasn't centered properly causing their combined quirks to fail. More than once, the solid air disk broke or the trash toppled over onto the ground. But, as the day progressed, they became better with managing it.

As for Izuku, he worked with the people whose quirks wouldn't give them an edge as they lifted everything in groups. He did, thankfully, manage to put some of his ideas for rescue training into practice. Whenever it was possible, he would place one arm under the trash with his palm against the object and his elbow against the ground. From there, a flat-ended bone would begin to slowly rise from his palm while a similar one would press against the ground. He would then elevate the object, basically turning his arm into a makeshift jack! There were also times when he and Kamakiri would have to cut something in half in order to make things easier for people to carry. Then there were people like Goya who watched out for falling debris, the teen raising his arms and using his body as a shield to protect the group.

After four hours, with Power Loader and crew having to make several trips back to U.A. to dump all the trash, the last piece of trash had been removed from the beach. The group let out a collected cheer, fists raised to the sky as they all felt the sweat running down their faces from a hard day's work. Izuku and Pony shared a hug, not caring in the slightest that they were filthy as they pressed their bodies together. Then, everyone turned with Izuku wrapping an arm around Pony's waist as they all looked outward at the seemingly endless ocean as they basked in their accomplishment.