Chapter 10: Move in Day
3 DAYS LATER
After that who kerfuffle with his family at dinner the other day, Izuku was trying his best to not be bothered by it. His family hadn't properly cared about him for years but what was bothering him was his father sounded like he meant what he said. Even if he was trying not to be reminded of it. It still hurts to think about it. If his father truly meant what he said, he would have to put the words he said to use and show him through his actions. Maybe then he would consider it. Shortly after he went to his room, his mother came to apologize to him for almost 10 minutes
Inori and Ichiro got disciplined. They were forced to them about…the bullying…the beatdown…everything. His siblings were given the works. The scolding wasn't just a slap on the wrist; it was a thorough dressing-down, their parents' voices ringing out loud enough for Izuku to hear from his room. For the first time, they were forced to confront the full weight of their actions, no excuses, no justifications. He was sure he heard them getting beat for their actions too. It was the first time in his life that he witnessed…or rather heard his siblings get in trouble. It felt…good. Not in the way of revenge but rather good in the sense that justice was finally being served. He received a half-assed apology from Ichiro, but Inori's sound was much more sincere. Like he said before, if they prove they really are sorry, they will show him. If not, that's on them.
He had been waiting for the results of UA, and they were expected today. He had been packing his room along with Inori and Ichiro. He declined any help from anyone harshly as he wanted to be alone right now and get his mind straight. They said by the end of the day UA would come and get their stuff to set it up in there dorm rooms along with a picture of how they had their room. It was weird but cool that they were doing it.
The knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. He turned to see his father, in his skinny form, peeking through the doorway.
"Hey, Izuku," his father said, holding a slip of paper in his hand. Izuku's heart skipped a beat when he saw the UA stamp on it.
"The response from UA came in," his father continued, stepping into the room and handing him the envelope.
Izuku took it with trembling hands, his breath catching in his throat. This was it—the moment he had been waiting for. All the years of training, the countless hours spent pushing himself to his limits—it all came down to this.
"Good luck," his father said softly before retreating, leaving Izuku alone with the envelope.
Izuku tore open the letter to have a little black device fall onto his bed. He fiddled with it for a moment before an image was projected from the device.
"I am here as a projection for your viewing pleasure!"said All Might as he stood there. Izuku sighed as if he knew kind of figured his father would do this, but not this soon.
"Firstly, congratulations are in order for you to take the UA Entrance Exam," he said but he looked off-screen for a moment. "Wait, hurry up?! I have to do how many of these? Oh god, this is going to take all day!" he said to himself but turned back to the camera.
"All right, where was I?" All Might continued on, straightening up and regaining his composure. "Ah, yes! Young Izuku, let me first say how proud I am of you for taking the UA Entrance Exam. It's no small feat to stand among the next generation of heroes, and you've proven yourself worthy of this honor."
Izuku felt his heart race. The words were hitting him harder than he expected. He wanted to know how well he did.
"Now, onto the results!" All Might exclaimed, his signature smile beaming from the projection. "Before I show them, I must say this Young Izuku. You did so well in the exam that you got first place," he said showing the top twelve scores. Izuku smiled as he took time to read the people who were placed at the top though it didn't show everyone's scores. Though he did keep the thought in the back of his head that he was going to UA.
First place was himself, obviously. Second place was Ichiro, the third was Inori, and Bakugo was fourth. Some guy called Kirishima was fifth. Izuku then smiled even further as his friends had gotten on the leaderboard. Uraraka was sixth, Ibara was seventh and it showed Tokoyami was eleventh. He was proud of how well they all did.
The screen then showed All Might showing the scores of everyone else except his, which confused him.
"Young Izuku. Just for reference, this is how the top four scores did below you. Young Kirishima, who placed fifth had 74 points, Young Bakugo who was in fourth had 77, Young Inori had 101 points in third, and finally, Young Ichiro had 103 points in second," he said turning back to the screen. Izuku was shocked, to say the least. He had stopped counting after a while and if it was his count, it was 52 but how the hell was he first?
All Might cleared his throat to speak, "You see, something that isn't known much at UA is that we categorize our points into two different areas. The first one is Villain points. This is where it measures your ability to effectively take down the robotic foes during the practical exam. This is the category most participants focus on. The second category, however, is Rescue Points, awarded for displaying the true qualities of a hero—putting others before yourself, even in the face of danger. These points are not as widely discussed, but they are just as important in our evaluation," he said pressing another button showing the total points of the scores on the leaderboard separate themselves apart. It showed Bakugo had no Rescue points but had 77 in his Villain points. Inori had 81 Villain points and 20 Rescue points while Ichiro had 95 Villain points and 8 Rescue points.
"That is where you come in my dear boy. You broke not one…but several records with the use of your strength. Firstly, let's go over your villain points," he said showing him. Izuku's eyes went wide when he saw the score.
All Might continue as he was still in shock. "142 Villain Points! That is the highest score ever recorded in the Villain Points Category in the history of UA's Entrance Exams, shattering my own record from many years ago," he said with proudness in his voice. Izuku was overwhelmed, to say the least.
"That is not all young man. The essence of being a hero and sacrificing oneself to make sure others will be fine is what gives people Rescue Points. We have never seen this in the history of UA. You had 8 clips of you not only rescuing people but taking time out of your way to heal them with your power," he said showing the various clips from the cameras. Even where he was helping the Komori girl.
"That young man is heroism at its finest. That is why you not only broke this record, but you pulverized it," he said showing his score. Izuku for what felt like the umpteenth time that day was shocked.
"You earned a remarkable 212 Rescue Points for eight separate acts of heroism, setting a new standard for selflessness and bravery. You have shown what it truly means to be a hero."
He had always dreamed of becoming a hero, but seeing these numbers made it feel more real than ever.
"Izuku," All Might's voice was steady and firm. "You've demonstrated something extraordinary. Your ability to rescue others, even in the heat of battle, is unmatched. No other student has ever achieved such a high score in Rescue Points. This makes your total score even more impressive—your total score is 354, the highest ever recorded in UA's Entrance Exams history." All Might's voice carried a tone of awe, his words sinking into Izuku's mind like a weightless dream.
"Be proud, young man. You not only have set three new records that will be here for years to come but your actions, your heart, and your unyielding resolve have made history. So, let me be the first to welcome you to UA. Your hero academia. Be sure ready to go to move into your new dormitory," he said clenching a fist to his chest before the screen cut out.
Izuku smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a few days at his accomplishment. He then heard cheering from down the hall, and it was Inori and Ichiro happy they got in. He opened the door to see his mom and dad were celebrating with them. He looked away sadly but was stopped when a hand was placed on his door.
Toshinori looked at him once more as they met eye-to-eye and smiled. "Good job, son. I'm proud of you," he said patting him on the shoulder as he walked back down the hall.
He might've felt resentment towards his father and the rest of his family, but a thought had come to him. That was the first time his father had said that to him. He was going to close his door when his mother called out to him.
"Wait, Izuku," he gave her a sidelong glance waiting for an answer. "Great job," she said happily as she went down the hall.
"Yeah, that's too weird to hear," he thought as he shut the door continuing to pack his room.
Ichiro looked his way down the hall clenching the frame of the door tightly as he glared at where his brother once stood. "Asshole," he muttered to himself before returning to the pack.
7 AM THE NEXT DAY
Izuku had taken a cab with all his stuff down to the UA Dormitories. He found out he was going to be in Class 1A, and Ichiro and Inori would be in Class 1B, and thank God for that. He had told them he could handle himself and he would be fine handling everything he had to move in.
The paper said that today was a move-in day, and it lasted from 7 A.M. to 3 P.M. so he was likely going to be one of the first ones to get there followed by his family.
"Oi, we are here boss," said the cab driver as they pulled up to the Class 1 Dormitories. Izuku stepped out of the cab, taking in the sight of the UA dormitories. The buildings were modern yet inviting, blending practicality with comfort. The Class 1A dorm was situated to the left of the common area, its sleek lines and warm exterior colors giving it a homely but professional appearance. Class 1B's dorm mirrored it on the right, constructed with a similar design but slightly different accent colors to distinguish it.
The central common area connected the two dorms, acting as a hub for both classes to interact. Izuku stepped into the central common area, marveling at the thoughtful design that blended functionality with comfort. The lobby was expansive, its high ceiling adorned with modern pendant lights that cast a soft, warm glow over the space. The walls were painted in neutral tones with vibrant accents to add life to the room. A mix of polished wood and tiled flooring gave the area a sophisticated yet welcoming feel.
At the center of the room stood a circular seating arrangement with plush sofas and armchairs arranged around a low glass table, giving students a place to relax and chat. Around the perimeter of the room, there were various stations tailored to the needs and interests of UA's diverse student body. To the left was a study area equipped with long communal tables, individual desks, and soundproof pods for quiet study sessions. Nearby, a digital noticeboard displayed announcements, upcoming events, and class schedules. Most importantly it showed the top entrance exam scores with his being presented.
"I really hope this doesn't make me a target," Izuku muttered to himself, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.
On the right side of the lobby, a recreational zone caught Izuku's attention. It featured a gaming area with several large-screen TVs connected to gaming consoles, complete with ergonomic chairs for long sessions.
Further back, Izuku noticed a cozy café-style setup. A counter lined with stools faced a large kitchen area equipped with coffee machines, microwaves, and snack dispensers. A fridge was stocked with drinks, and a chalkboard listed the café's hours and rules for using the facilities. A vending machine stood nearby, dispensing everything from energy drinks to small packs of candies, ensuring students wouldn't go hungry during late-night study sessions.
In the far corner of the room, there was a relaxation area with bean bags, cushions, and even a small indoor fountain, the gentle trickling of water creating a calming ambiance. Lush green plants in pots and hanging planters added a touch of nature to the space, making it feel less like a school and more like a second home.
The most striking feature of the common area was the staircase at the back, which split into two directions, leading to the dormitories of Class 1A on the left and Class 1B on the right. Above the staircase was a mezzanine level with additional seating and a few private study rooms that overlooked the main area.
Izuku could already see how this space would become the heart of student life for both classes. He imagined study groups gathering at the long tables, friendly competitions in the gaming area, and late-night conversations over coffee at the café counter.
Izuku continued to take in the central common area, marveling at its detailed design and the thoughtfulness behind every feature. It was clear that UA had gone above and beyond to create a space that fostered camaraderie, collaboration, and comfort for its students. The dormitories weren't just a place to sleep, they were a microcosm of student life, designed to bring out the best in everyone who walked through their doors. As he looked around, he realized that he was the only one here right now.
The common area served as the main hub connecting the two dormitories, but the buildings themselves had multiple floors, each with its unique layout and purpose. The ground floor of each dorm was dedicated to the "Fitness Center," as said by the label near the door and peeked inside to find a modest but well-equipped gym with treadmills, weights, and yoga mats—a testament to UA's focus on their students' physical well-being as well as their academic and heroic training.
As Izuku climbed the main staircase, he saw that the second floor housed the dorm rooms, some of them anyway. There were five bedrooms to his left and five bedrooms to his right meaning that the third floor was likely the same thing. It had a comfortable and welcoming atmosphere, blending practicality with a touch of hominess. Each hallway had soft lighting, and the walls were decorated with motivational quotes from pro-heroes, along with framed posters from UA's history. The wooden flooring added warmth, and the faint scent of fresh paint hinted at the dormitories' recent renovations.
He looked at the slip of paper to see his room was Room 206. He looked to see two arrows like that in a hotel. It said 201-205 pointing to the left and 206-210 pointing to the right.
I DON'T KNOW IF Y'ALL WANTED TO KNOW THIS BUT HERE ARE THE ROOM ARRANGEMENTS FOR CLASS 1A
SECOND FLOOR
Room 201- Tenya Iida
Room 202- Fumikage Tokoyami
Room 203- Ochaco Uraraka
Room 204- Hanta Sero
Room 205- Momo Yaoyorozu
Room 206- Izuku Yagi
Room 207- Tsuyu Asui
Room 208- Kyoka Jiro
Room 209- Shoto Todoroki
Room 210- Mashirao Ojiro
THIRD FLOOR
Room 301- Katsuki Bakugo
Room 302- Rikido Sato
Room 303- Yuga Aoyama
Room 304- Enjiro Kirishima
Room 305- Toru Hagakure
Room 306- Denki Kaminari
Room 307- Reiko Yanagi
Room 308- Mina Ashido
Room 309- Mezo Shoji
Room 310- Minoru Mineta
Izuku turned to the right, following the arrow toward Room 206. The hallway was quiet, and the soft hum of air conditioning filled the space. As he walked, he noticed small touches that made the dormitory feel less sterile and more personal. Along the walls were framed pictures of famous heroes like Mirko, All Might, Frostflare, and many others.
Reaching his room, Izuku hesitated for a moment. His name was printed neatly on a small placard beneath the number 206 saying Izuku Yagi. It felt surreal seeing his name here, a physical reminder that he had made it into UA. He took a deep breath and slid the keycard into the lock. The door clicked open, and he stepped inside. The room was the exact same as he had his room if not just slightly bigger.
"That makes it pretty convenient," he said to himself.
Izuku placed his suitcase and backpack near the bed, scanning the room with growing appreciation. The layout was carefully planned for comfort and productivity. To the left of the entrance was his bed, neatly made with a plain gray comforter and crisp white sheets. A small nightstand sat beside it, complete with a reading lamp and a drawer for personal items.
The right side of the room featured a desk with a built-in shelf, already stocked with basic supplies like notebooks, pens, and a small calendar. Izuku immediately envisioned himself sitting there, sketching out designs for support gear or jotting down notes about quirks. A corkboard hung above the desk, currently bare but waiting for him to pin up his plans and inspirations.
The far end of the room housed a compact bathroom, complete with a shower, sink, and toilet. Izuku peered inside, appreciating the clean and modern design. The addition of a private bathroom was a luxury he hadn't expected, and he was grateful for the extra convenience.
A large window dominated the wall opposite the door, allowing natural light to flood the room. It overlooked the courtyard, where he could see the view was calming, a perfect backdrop for both work and relaxation.
Izuku began unpacking, carefully placing his belongings where they felt most natural. His notebooks, filled with years of quirk analysis and hero observations, found their home on the desk shelf. He redid them all so that the handwriting was clear and easy to read. He hung his UA uniform in the wardrobe alongside a few casual outfits and tucked his sneakers into the shoe rack at the bottom.
As he worked, his thoughts wandered to the projects he had been brainstorming. The extra space in his dorm would be perfect for experimenting with new ideas. He envisioned setting up a small workstation with tools and materials for crafting support items.
He was so focused on everything he didn't realize that there was a knock on the door. "It's…dad and mom," Toshinori said.
Izuku froze slightly but nonetheless, he replied back. "Come in…I guess." Toshinori and Inko opened the door to see Izuku was unpacking his things. He looked at them expectingly.
"Alright, what do you need?" he asked bluntly, his voice tinged with impatience. He didn't want to prolong the conversation any more than necessary.
Toshinori and Inko exchanged a brief glance, their expressions betraying a mix of guilt and apprehension. It was clear this wasn't easy for them.
Inko was the first to speak. "Izuku… we just wanted to wish you luck… with everything," she said softly, her voice shaky as she clasped her hands in front of her.
Izuku raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. "Okay. Thanks, I guess. Is that all?"
Toshinori stepped forward, his usual confident demeanor noticeably absent. "Son… we know things haven't been… easy between us," he began, his voice lower than usual. "We've made mistakes—too many to count—and we're not here to excuse them. But we want to try to make things right."
"I don't know…what to think," he said finally, his voice quieter but no less firm. "You can't just say 'sorry' and expect everything to be fine. It's not that simple."
"We understand," Inko said, her tears now rolling down her cheeks. "But we're not giving up. Even if it takes years, we'll do whatever it takes to show you that we mean it."
Toshinori placed a hand on her shoulder, his own eyes glistening. "You don't have to believe us right now, Izuku. Just… let us prove it. Let us try."
"I'll think about it," he said turning to them. Toshinori reached into his suit jacket and handed him an envelope. "Here is some money for if you need anything like books or any of that. It probably doesn't mean much, but we wanted you to have it." Izuku stared at it and it had 1000 dollars which shocked him slightly though he didn't show it. Even if his superhero-themed notebook cover business was earning him almost eight thousand dollars in profit a month now, this was something he didn't expect from them.
"Thanks," Izuku said, his voice flat but sincere. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, still caught between the resentment and the small, flickering hope that maybe they were really trying to make things right.
"We get out of your hair. Your sister and brother are settled in. I know they didn't treat you right in the least bit but…keep each other safe. You don't have to if you don't want to because from what they told us…it's messed up," he said as he shut the door. Izuku stared at the envelope for a little longer before putting it down. He wanted to explore the rest of this place. He made his way to the third floor, and he was slightly disappointed as there were another ten rooms likely because each class had twenty students. He did note that Tokoyami, Jiro, and Momo were all on his floor which made him happy.
He looked down below to see Inori and Ichiro were exploring the place too and sighed as he looked at them. Now yes, he resented them, but they were still siblings. It's not like he wanted them to die or anything like that, but he wanted them to know how much they fucked up. He felt something in his pocket as it was a phone ringing with the name Kyoka Jiro (Rockstar) on it. He smiled as he answered.
"Hello," he answered.
"Dude, are you here yet? We just pulled up now," she said as he heard a car door shut.
"Yeah, I am here. I was exploring the place," he said as he briskly walked down the stairs.
"Well, come down then. I have no clue where my room is," she said.
"Didn't you get a paper," he asked confused.
"Uh...I lost it," she said sounding sheepish.
"Ok, I'll be down in a minute," he said as he hung up the phone. Izuku was tempted to use one of his quirks to help him down but wasn't going to test that out if he got in trouble.
When he reached the lobby, he immediately spotted Kyoka near the entrance. She stood with her luggage, her earphone jacks dangling casually and her parents were chatting.
Kyoka noticed Izuku approaching and waved him over, a grin on her face. "Hey, there you are! Took you long enough," she teased, adjusting her guitar case on her back.
Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, I was trying to get familiar with the place. It's a bit of a maze here."
"Oh my gosh, Izuku!" said Mika coming up to him and hugging him. Izuku blushed at the unexpected hug but accepted it anyway.
"If you get any taller, I won't be able to hug you properly," she said still squeezing him.
Izuku gently patted Mika on the back, still a bit flustered. "It's not like I can control my height," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Mom, you are going to make him implode," said Jiro tapping her foot in annoyance.
"Oh, Jiro stop it. It's been months since I saw him. It's like a couple of years ago he was much shorter than you and now he is a giant," she said breaking the hug.
"6 feet tall is not that tall Mrs. Jiro," said Izuku scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh, don't be so modest and I've told you to call me Mika," she said waving her hand. Kyotoku put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Honey let's be calm about this and get her to her room, so she can settle in properly," Jiro's dad said with a gentle smile, steering Mika back a little. "You don't want to overwhelm the poor guy."
"Yeah, let's get going before my mom decides to embarrass me even more," Jiro said, picking up her guitar case and giving her mom a pointed look.
Izuku walked his way up the stairs to show them her room. "What's cool is we are on the same floor you are a couple of doors down from me. Actually, Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu are on this floor as well," he said as they got to the large hallway.
"That's cool," she said excitedly. "They said they were on their way. I'm glad that all of us are in the same class. It is a shame that Shiozaki isn't though," she said as she got to the door with her nameplate on it. She opened it to see it was almost the exact way she had her room.
"How the heck did they get the room exactly the same," said Mika walking in along with Jiro. Izuku was about to walk in when he was stopped by her father who put a hand on his shoulder.
Izuku got nervous and turned to him. "Uh…s-sir I'm sorry if I did anything to you or Jiro," he said trying to stay calm.
"What…no. I just needed to talk to you about something," he said shutting the door to her room, so they were alone in the hallway.
Izuku gulped thinking he still did something wrong, but Kyotoku had a different look on his face. "Listen, kid, I've known you for a few years now and you being Kyoka's friend has done wonders for her. She is not always the easiest person to get along with," Kyotoku continued with a chuckle, his voice calm but sincere. "She's headstrong, a little rough around the edges, but ever since you two became friends, I've seen her grow in ways I didn't think possible."
Izuku relaxed slightly, though he still felt the weight of the conversation. "I-I don't think I did anything special, sir," he stammered, scratching the back of his head. "Jiro's amazing on her own. She doesn't need me to—"
Kyotoku held up a hand, cutting him off gently. "That's exactly why I wanted to talk to you. You see her as her own person, and that means more than you probably realize. She's a strong kid, but even strong people need someone in their corner."
Izuku's face grew warm, and he fidgeted nervously. "I just try to be a good friend. I don't want to let her down."
"You won't," Kyotoku said firmly. "But I'm going to ask something of you, Izuku. You're not just a friend to Kyoka; you're one of the few people she genuinely trusts. Keep being that person for her. I think you are a great kid, and I have grown to like which is very rare for anyone who was a friend to Jiro in her younger years. And if you ever find yourself in trouble or need advice, you can come to me or Mika. Consider it an open-door policy."
Izuku's eyes widened at the offer. "T-Thank you, sir. That really means a lot."
Kyotoku smiled warmly. "You're a good kid, Izuku. I don't say that lightly. But the last thing I ask of you is this," he said quieter than before he said looking at him in the eyes.
"What's that sir," he asked curiously.
"That you protect our little girl," he said sincerely. "She is all we have in this world." Kyotoku paused, his eyes steady but filled with emotion. "She's our everything. I know she's strong, but the world can be harsh. If things ever get tough, promise me you'll look out for her. Be the kind of friend she can lean on when it matters most."
Izuku swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the request settle over him. He nodded firmly, his green eyes meeting Kyotoku's. "I promise, sir. I'll do everything I can to protect Jiro and be there for her. You have my word. I would have done that even if you didn't ask."
Kyotoku's expression softened, and he patted Izuku's shoulder. "That's all I needed to hear. Thank you, Izuku." With that, he opened the door and stepped back into the room.
Inside, Mika and Kyoka were busy arranging the furniture. Mika was fussing over the placement of Kyoka's desk lamp, while Kyoka tried to convince her mother to leave it as it was. "Mom, it's fine! I don't need it angled like that."
"But the lighting is better this way," Mika argued, holding the lamp in position.
"Honestly, Mika, let her handle it," Kyotoku said with a chuckle, stepping in to defuse the situation. "You don't want to smother her."
Mika sighed dramatically but relented. "Fine, fine. I'll leave it alone—this time."
Kyoka rolled her eyes playfully. "Thank you, Dad. Mom, you don't have to turn this into a home makeover show."
Izuku stood by the door, watching the family dynamic with a smile. It was heartwarming to see how much they cared for each other, even if it came with a bit of chaos.
After a few more minutes of organizing, Mika turned to Kyoka and pulled her into a tight hug. "Alright, we'll get out of your hair now. But don't forget to call us, okay? And eat properly! You're too skinny."
"Mom, I'm fine," Jiro said, though she returned the hug with a small smile. "I'll call. Don't worry."
Kyotoku gave Jiro a quick hug as well, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Take care, kiddo. And remember, we're just a call away if you need anything."
With one last wave, Mika and Kyotoku left the room, leaving Jiro and Izuku alone.
Kyoka flopped onto her bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "Finally. I love them, but they can be a bit much sometimes."
Izuku chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "They just care about you. It's kind of nice."
"Yeah, I know," Kyoka admitted, sitting up and looking at him. "Thanks for putting up with all that. I know my mom can be... a lot."
"It's no problem," Izuku said, waving off her concerns. "Your family's really nice. It's obvious how much they love you."
"Yeah, I guess. Oh, we should go wait for Ibara, Momo, and the others," she said getting up and grabbing his arm to drag him downstairs.
As they made their way back downstairs, Kyoka kept a firm grip on Izuku's arm. Her pace was brisk, almost like she was eager to escape any lingering awkwardness from her parents' departure. Izuku couldn't help but smile at her determination, though he noticed the faint blush dusting her cheeks.
"You're really in a hurry, huh?" Izuku said, glancing at her.
"I just don't want them to get here and think I abandoned them," Jiro replied, brushing off his comment but not releasing his arm. "Besides, it's better than sitting in my room while my mom texts me instructions on how to decorate."
Izuku chuckled. "Fair point."
When they reached the lobby, they found Tokoyami and Yaoyorozu already there, standing near a cluster of couches. Tokoyami was as stoic as ever, his sharp gaze observing their approach, while Momo greeted them with a warm smile.
"Oh, Jiro! Yagi! You are already here!" Momo called out excitedly.
"Yeah, we are. You guys are on the same floor so that is cool," said Jiro as she and Momo hugged each other.
"Same floor?" Momo repeated with a delighted smile as she stepped back from the hug. "That's wonderful! It'll make it so much easier for us to meet up and study—or just hang out."
"Definitely," Jiro agreed, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Though I'm not sure how much studying Tokoyami's going to let us do if he's busy brooding in the corner."
Tokoyami raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Brooding is a necessary part of understanding the abyss," he said in his usual dramatic tone, "but I would not hinder a study session. Knowledge feeds the shadows, after all."
Izuku sighed as he walked over to his dark shadow friend. "It's ok Tokoyami. I am here to brighten up your day," he said nudging him in the slightly.
Tokoyami blinked at Izuku's attempt at humor, his stoic expression barely shifting. "I do not require your light, Yagi," he replied calmly, though the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying the smallest hint of amusement. "But I appreciate your...effort."
Izuku sighed, "I thought that was a good one," he said shyly looking at the ground.
Jiro couldn't help but chuckle at Izuku's reaction, nudging him playfully with her elbow. "Hey, don't worry. Tokoyami's not one to crack a smile easily." She winked at Tokoyami, who merely raised an eyebrow in response, his expression unreadable.
Momo smiled warmly at the exchange; her tone lighthearted as she joined in. "It's the thought that counts, Yagi. Besides, I'm sure you're brightening up his day in ways we can't see."
Izuku looked at Tokoyami who still had an unreadable expression but was amused at Izuku trying to make him laugh.
"Anyway, should we get going to your rooms then or just wait then…or," said Jiro adjusting her Earphone Jacks.
"Tokoyami and I will go and put up our stuff. You guys can wait here for us," said Momo.
As Tokoyami began walking away with Momo, his usual composed and brooding demeanor intact, Izuku called out, unable to resist an attempt at humor.
"Hey, Tokoyami!" Izuku said, his voice carrying a mischievous lilt.
Tokoyami stopped and turned slightly, his sharp gaze settling on Izuku. "Yes, Yagi?"
Izuku grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "If knowledge feeds the shadows, does that mean your brain is on a strict no-light diet?"
For a brief moment, there was silence. Jiro and Momo froze, their expressions a mix of surprise and stifled laughter. Even Dark Shadow, peeking out from behind Tokoyami's shoulder, made a curious chirp-like noise.
Then, Tokoyami turned fully, his face as stoic as ever, though there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes. "Careful, Yagi," he said in a low voice. "Those who jest at the shadows often find themselves swallowed by them."
Dark Shadow nodded dramatically in agreement, its voice deep and ominous. "Swallowed whole! But I liked the joke at least," he said giving a thumbs up.
Izuku let out a relieved laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks, Dark Shadow! At least someone appreciates my humor." Jiro chuckled as Momo and Tokoyami backed away.
"Dude, Tokoyami may never laugh. I would just stop while you are ahead," she said dragging him over to the couch.
Izuku allowed himself to be dragged to the couch by Jiro, his face still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "I don't know," he said with a sheepish grin. "I think I'm getting closer. Did you see that almost-smile? It was there, for like, half a second."
Jiro laughed, shaking her head. "You're hopeless. But hey, I'll give you points for persistence. If anyone can make Tokoyami laugh, it's probably you. Or Dark Shadow, apparently."
Izuku flopped down onto the couch, resting his hands on his knees. "Well, if I can brighten his day, even a little, I'll take that as a win."
Jiro pulled out her phone and gave it to Izuku. "What the heck is this for? Free phone or something?"
Jiro smirked, nudging Izuku with her elbow as she handed him her phone. "No, your dork. I need you to charge it with your electricity," she said looking at him expectingly. Izuku just looked are her with weird look.
"I don't know, you sure pulled on me pretty hard earlier, then you told me to give up on making Tokoyami laugh, then there's the times where you stab me with you jacks," he said starting to go on and on.
Jiro sighed dramatically, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at Izuku's mini rant. "Oh, come on, Yagi. Don't be so sensitive."
"You know what," he said getting ready to activate Siri. "I'll just call you mom really quick," he said.
Jiro's eyes widened in mock horror as she reached out to snatch her phone back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No need to bring my mom into this, Yagi!"
Izuku smirked, holding the phone just out of her reach. "Why not? She seems like a nice lady. I'm sure she'd love to hear about how you've been treating me."
Jiro groaned, dropping her hands dramatically to her sides. "You're the worst, you know that? I ask for one tiny favor, and suddenly it's a hostage negotiation."
Izuku shook his head. "You know, this is the one time. ONE TIME, that I decided to tease you ever and you're freaking out about it. Fine, I'll charge your phone," he said activating Jolt.
Jiro crossed her arms, watching as Izuku's quirk activated, sending a small spark of electricity into her phone. She couldn't help but smirk at his over-the-top antics. "You know, Yagi, for someone who claims to be so nice, you've got a surprisingly mischievous streak."
Izuku chuckled softly as he handed her the fully charged phone. "Hey, I can be nice and still have a little fun every now and then. Besides, you've been teasing me nonstop. It's only fair I get a turn."
Jiro tilted her head, pretending to consider his words. "Fair enough. But don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you in the future. I've still got plenty of material to work with."
"Great," Izuku said dryly, running a hand through his hair. "Something to look forward to."
Momo and Tokoyami eventually came back down to chat with them. Soon the lobby was flooded with guests and Shoji and Ibara showed up, but Izuku started to get a bit uncomfortable. He was fine with them as they had been friends for years and he was comfortable with them but with all these new faces it was going to be rough for a bit.
He looked over at his friends and got up from his seat. "I am going to walk around for a bit," he said thinking it was a good excuse.
Shoji formed a mouth on one of his hands, "Sounds good. We will be here if you need us."
Izuku nodded appreciatively at Shoji before heading toward the quieter hallways branching off from the bustling lobby. The low hum of conversation and laughter faded as he walked, replaced by the comforting stillness of the empty corridors. He let out a deep breath, rolling his shoulders to release some tension.
"Thank God," he said as he ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall. He was going to relax there for a bit, but he heard something behind him.
"Deku," said Bakugo in an annoyed voice. Izuku turned around to see him standing there with an annoyed look on his face.
"Yes, Bakugo do you need something?" he asked.
"How did you do it?" he said gritting his teeth.
"What?" he asked confused making him madder.
"I said how did you do it?! Get an all-time record for the Entrance Exam. You didn't even have a quirk. Were you just hiding it all these years?!"
Izuku blinked in surprise, his eyes widening slightly at Bakugo's blunt question. He wasn't expecting this confrontation, but he quickly tried to regain his composure.
"If you want an honest answer, the yes, I was. To put it simply you and my siblings treated me like shit. I saw no point in wanting to be around," he said bluntly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bakugo growled, taking a step closer, his tone more demanding than before.
"Did you not hear the words that came out of my mouth. You. Treated. Me. Like. Shit. Plain and simple. When we were younger, I couldn't wait to see what you would do with your quirk. I knew you would be a good hero. I figured the same with my siblings; but you three decided to take out on me someone whose quirk didn't come in until three years ago. Then all I saw was a person who was constantly mocked for something I couldn't control. You all treated me like I didn't matter, like I was just a waste of space. And you know what? I believed it for a long time, but in the end, I don't care what you think about me. I know what value I can give," Izuku said, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years of pent-up frustration.
Bakugo gritted his teeth and clenched his hands.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" he said charging at him. Before he could do anything, Bakugo had been restrained with wrappings.
"My quirk, where the hell did it go?!" he yelled out but down the hallway Mr. Aizawa stood there holding him back from attacking Izuku.
Mr. Aizawa stood motionless, his usual calm and composed demeanor in place, though there was a slight hint of concern in his eyes as he looked at Bakugo. "You're not going to solve anything with violence, Bakugo," he said, his voice firm yet patient. "Not here, and not like this."
Izuku watched the scene unfold, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. A part of him wanted to back away, to let Bakugo go off on his own, but there was another part of him that stood firm, unwilling to let his years of silent suffering be dismissed again. He had to see this through.
"Let me go!" Bakugo snarled, thrashing Aizawa's grip. "I'm going to make him regret this, damn it!"
"We are not fighting. Yagi got in fair and square. You try something like this again and there will be consequences," he said with red eyes as Bakugo still tried to struggle. Bakugo glared at Izuku before stopping himself.
Bakugo's glare burned into Izuku, his chest heaving with anger. For a moment, it seemed like the tension would snap and things would spiral out of control again. But Bakugo, to his credit, slowly stopped struggling against Aizawa's grip, his eyes narrowing, though he made no attempt to hide the contempt he felt.
Aizawa tightened his hold on Bakugo, his voice firm and authoritative. "I'm giving you a choice, Bakugo. You can walk away from this with some dignity intact, or you can keep fighting and face the consequences. It's your call."
Bakugo's fists were clenched, his breath still heavy, but he didn't respond immediately. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew Aizawa was right. There was nothing to gain by continuing this confrontation, especially in front of everyone else.
After a few long moments, Bakugo snorted in frustration and pulled himself free from Aizawa's hold, stepping back. "Tch. You're lucky I don't want to deal with this right now," he spat, turning on his heel and storming off down the hallway.
"Thank you…Eraserhead," said Izuku as Mr. Aizawa retracted his scarf. "I'm surprised you knew my hero name. Not many do," he said walking up to him. "What are you doing back here anyway."
Izuku looked at him and sighed, "There was a lot of people out there. I got overwhelmed is all. I mean this dorm is going to hold 40 students and I thought I could handle it, but it just feels different."
"That's fine, but in the hero world you will need to overcome this with media and all that. So, just go back out there," he said stepping out of the way. "Besides, tomorrow will be the first day of class."
"You're right," Izuku said, his voice more certain now. "Thanks again, "he said going back out there.
He made it back to the group as they were chatting with each other. "Good, your back," said Ibara happily.
Izuku smiled at Ibara's welcoming tone, relieved to return to the group. The tension from his earlier conversation with Bakugo had left him drained, but being surrounded by his friends made it a little easier to push through. As he approached the group, Momo waved him over, her usual smile back in place.
"Back from your little adventure, huh?" she said, giving him a playful nudge.
Izuku chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, you could say that," he replied.
The rest of the night revolved around Izuku going around and forcing himself to talk to as many people as he could. He got to know everyone's names in Class A and some of Class B. Though he did in the way of he heard it from other conversations. Aside from his friend group, he hadn't talked to anyone else except Uraraka that is. She was very bubbly from what he could tell, and he was happy to see the girl he helped out in the exams called Komori but when he approached her was blushed and scooted away. He didn't get it but didn't want to overwhelm her.
He checked his phone to see it was ten o'clock and thought it was time for bed. Quite a few people had gone to their rooms actually and he decided toas well. Izuku paused as Tsuyu Asui assuming that was her name, the girl with green hair and large, expressive eyes, walked up behind him. He hadn't expected to be approached by her so late at night, but her presence was always calming. As she caught up to him, she gave him a friendly wave, her tongue still sticking out slightly as she approached.
"Hey, you're Izuku Yagi right," she asked.
"Yeah, it is. Nice to meet you," he said shaking her hand.
"I noticed you not much of a talker are you," she said making him look away. "I am, just not with people I don't know that well, sorry," he said scratching the back of his head.
Tsuyu looked at him with a slight tilt of her head, her tongue flicking out slightly as she observed him. "Ribbit, it's fine. It's not easy to talk to so many new people, especially when there's a lot of pressure. I get it. But you seem to be handling it well so far."
Izuku felt a small sigh of relief at her understanding. "Thanks, Asui. I guess it's just... a lot. All these new faces, trying to remember everyone's names, and then there's all the stuff with the first day tomorrow. It's overwhelming."
"Call me, Tsu. But yeah, it should be fun for tomorrow. I wonder what we'll do," she said putting a finger to her chin.
"Sorry Asui. My guess is that we will do a mix of Class A and B," he said rubbing the back of his head as they got to their floor.
She gave a deadpanned look as he called her Asui…again. She smiled and shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You can just call me Tsu. It's easier that way. No need for all the formalities."
Izuku chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck again. "Ah, right. Asui. Sorry about that."
"You did it again, ribbit," she said bluntly.
Izuku froze, his face turning a bit red as he realized he'd made the same mistake again. "Ah! I mean, Tsu. I'm really sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"It's ok," she said placing a hand on her door. "Oh yeah, by the way, are you a loud neighbor?"
Izuku blinked, caught off guard by the question. "A loud neighbor?" he repeated, a bit confused. "I don't think I am... I mean, I don't really talk that much, so I don't think I'd be noisy."
Tsu raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I mean, not like someone who would blast music or anything, but some people are naturally louder without realizing it. You seem like you're more of the quiet type, but it's always good to check, especially in dorms. The only reason I ask is I have two younger siblings and there pretty loud."
"Oh no, I'm not like that," he said waving it off with her nodding.
Tsu gave him a knowing smile. "It's fine. I just wanted to be sure. You never know about dorm life. Some people have different habits, and living close to others can make a difference. I'll just have to make sure my siblings don't get too loud when they visit." She paused for a moment, then added, "But hey, as long as you're not going to be jumping jacks at 3 AM or something, we're good."
"I think they said that all the rooms have a pretty good sound proofing system so we should be good in that department," he said giving a thumbs up.
Tsu smiled at his reassurance, clearly relieved. "Well, that's good to know. Anyways good night, Yagi," she said as she closed her door.
"Goodnight, Asui. I mean Tsu!" he said remembering to correct himself.
Izuku opened his door but stopped as Momo opened hers and peered her head out.
"Hey, Yagi," she asked.
He turned to her wondering why she was still up, "What's up, Yaoyorozu."
"This is embarrassing but could you help me with moving a dresser," she asked.
Izuku blinked, surprised by the request. "Uh, sure, Yaoyorozu. No problem," he said, stepping back out into the hallway. "Is it in your room?"
Momo nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. "Yes, I was trying to rearrange things, but it turns out the dresser is a bit heavier than I expected. I didn't want to wake anyone by making too much noise dragging it."
Izuku scratched the back of his head, still a little nervous but glad to help. "It's no trouble. Lead the way."
Momo opened her door wider, allowing him to step inside. He noticed Jiro was lying on her bed listening to music with her Earphone Jacks, but her room was immaculate, as he'd expected, but there was a noticeable gap where the dresser had been moved partway across the was angled awkwardly, stuck halfway between the corner and the window. Momo gestured to it with a slight laugh.
Momo chuckled softly, gesturing at the awkwardly positioned dresser. "As you can see, I might've overestimated my ability to move it alone. Jiro offered to help, but she's, well…" She glanced at her friend, who was lying comfortably on the bed with her music blasting.
Jiro gave a lazy wave, not even bothering to pull out her earphones. "You've got it under control, Yaoyorozu," she said with a smirk. "Besides, Yagi here looks like he can handle it."
Izuku smiled nervously, feeling the weight of the task as he stepped closer to the dresser. "I'll do my best. Where do you want it?"
"By the window," Momo replied, her tone brightening with relief. "I thought it would be a better spot for studying, but once I started moving it, I realized it was heavier than I expected."
Izuku crouched down and tested the weight of the dresser. It was indeed solid and sturdy, but with some effort, he figured it wouldn't be too difficult to move. He bent over and picked it with not much effort making Jiro and Momo shocked.
"I sometimes forget you jacked," said Momo blushing in embarrassment at how easily Izuku lifted it. He didn't even use a quirk.
Izuku chuckled nervously, feeling a little self-conscious under their surprised gazes. "Uh, yeah, I guess all the training has paid off," he said, scratching the back of his neck while holding the dresser effortlessly. "Where exactly do you want this, Yaoyorozu?"
Momo quickly recovered from her embarrassment, pointing toward the window with a soft cough. "Over there, next to the desk, please. Thank you so much, Yagi."
Izuku nodded and carefully carried the dresser across the room, positioning it exactly where Momo had indicated. He set it down gently, ensuring it didn't scrape against the floor or bump into the nearby furniture. "How's that?" he asked, stepping back to admire the arrangement.
Momo clasped her hands together, clearly pleased. "That's perfect! Thank you so much. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Proud of you Izuku we make a good team," said Jiro giving a lazy thumbs up. Izuku sighed as he charged up Jolt in his finger and touched her feeling a shock making her jump.
Jiro yelped and bolted upright, glaring at Izuku with wide eyes as she rubbed her arm where he had lightly zapped her. "What the heck, Yagi?!" she exclaimed, her usual laid-back demeanor replaced with a mixture of shock and annoyance. She was blushing slightly whether from embarrassment or something else, but she had it visible on her face.
Jiro stood up, stretching her arms with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Getting bold now, huh? Let's see how far that backbone goes," she teased, her Earphone Jacks twitching slightly as if ready to retaliate.
Izuku immediately held up his hands in mock surrender, his nervous chuckle betraying his attempt to stay calm. "Wait, Jiro, it was just a joke! No need to escalate this!"
Momo, observing the exchange with a bemused smile, interjected, "Now, now, let's not turn this into an all-out battle in my room. I just got it organized." She glanced at Izuku, her tone half-serious. "Although, Yagi, you might have asked for this one."
Jiro smirked, leaning against the edge of the bed. "Oh, don't worry, Yaoyorozu. I won't wreck your room... this time." She turned her attention back to Izuku. "But Yagi, you better watch your back. Payback's coming when you least expect it."
Izuku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Duly noted. I'll make sure to sleep with one eye open."
"Good call," Jiro said, crossing her arms. "You never know when I might strike."
Momo let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at their banter. "Alright, I think that's enough excitement for one night. Yagi, thank you again for helping with the dresser. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome, Yaoyorozu," Izuku replied with a small bow. "I'm glad I could help."
Jiro twirled her Earphone Jack as she leaned against her bed looking at Izuku with a slight blush. "You know, Izuku. I'm sure we wouldn't mind if you called us by our first names. We've known each other for almost a few years now."
Izuku blinked at Jiro's unexpected suggestion, his nervous chuckle returning as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, um... I guess I just thought it was more polite to use last names. I didn't want to be too familiar."
Jiro smirked; her blush still faintly visible as she twirled her Earphone Jack around her finger. "Polite, huh? That's sweet and all, but it's kind of weird to keep calling us by our last names after all this time. Don't you think, Momo?"
Momo tilted her head thoughtfully, then nodded with a soft smile with a faint tinge of pink on her cheeks. "Jiro does have a point. We've been classmates for a while now, and we're living together in the dorms. First names might help foster a closer bond."
Izuku's face flushed at their reasoning, but he couldn't deny the logic. Calling them by their first names felt oddly intimate, yet appropriate given how much time they spent together. "O-okay," he stammered, his voice quieter than usual. "I'll try... Kyoka and Momo."
Jiro grinned, clearly pleased. "There you go. See? That wasn't so hard. You'll get the hang of it."
Momo's soft smile grew, her tone encouraging. "Thank you, Izuku. It's a small change, but it feels more personal. I think it's a step in the right direction."
Izuku nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and pride. "Thanks. I guess I just didn't want to overstep."
"You're fine," Jiro said with a playful nudge to his arm.
"Ok, I am going to go to bed," he said waving to them.
"Goodnight Izuku," they said in unison as he shut their door.
Entering his room, Izuku closed the door softly behind him and let out a small sigh of contentment. He changed into his pajamas, and the quiet of his room allowed him to reflect on the day. He climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over himself. He pulled out his phone and looked over at his dad in his contacts. He decided to text him.
Izuku: "For the sake of you knowing, I am going to make it my own," he typed sending it out. It showed that he had read the text, but it took him a while to respond. He saw the text bubble and nodded at the text.
Dad: "Just know that it's a lot of power. If you need help, I'll be on campus. Goodnight," he said.
Izuku sighed as he put his phone down and looked up to the ceiling. He went into his Mindspace and saw Chase sitting at the table.
"Well good evening, sir," he said standing up. "What can I get for you," he asked walking over to the screen.
"Did it work," he said walking up to the screen. Chase nodded as he pulled up a picture of his sister and All Might.
"Indeed, it did. You see you were also able to copy One for All that resides in your sister now and even if it has been in here system for a couple of weeks, it is stronger than your father's version," he said showing him.
"Then let's use a quirk creation point to make One for All my own, from my sister," he said.
"Right away sir," he said making the modifications. Within seconds a nice aura of energy formed, and Chase was done.
"It is yours to claim sir," he said as he stared at Izuku. Izuku reached his hand out as he touched the energy.
As Izuku touched the swirling aura of energy, a surge of warmth coursed through his body, sending shivers up his spine. The light wrapped around his hand and flowed into him like a rushing stream, filling him with a newfound sense of power and purpose. He closed his eyes, feeling the energy merge with his very being.
"It feels powerful," he said as he looked at his body. Chase then looked at him as he looked at the screen.
"Even if you have been training your body for these past couple of years, your sister's version added quite a bit of power in a short time. It says you should be able to control around 50% by these estimates. If you used your father's version it would be around 55% or 60%," he said showing him.
Izuku stared at the screen, his mind racing at the implications of Chase's analysis. "Fifty percent, huh?" he murmured, flexing his hands as he felt the residual energy from the synchronization still humming through his body. "That's a lot more than I expected, but it feels... manageable."
Chase adjusted his posture, tapping a few keys on the console to bring up a holographic projection of Izuku's body. The glowing diagram showed his energy pathways, now reinforced and intertwined with the essence of One for All.
"As to allowing you to use the power willingly is up to you," he said.
Izuku held a hand to his chin. "So, what you're saying is, instead of using a 100% out the gate I need to continually hold 50% all throughout my body at once?"
Chase nodded at Izuku's question; his expression thoughtful yet analytical. "Precisely, sir. Holding 50% consistently throughout your body will build the necessary foundation for you to safely progress to higher thresholds. It's not just about raw power but also control and endurance. Think of it like a reservoir—you're managing the flow to ensure nothing overflows or collapses under pressure."
Izuku stared at the glowing diagram on the screen, his mind already working through the logistics of such a task. "It's like training my muscles but for my quirk. If I can master holding 50%, then 60%, 70%, and eventually 100% should come naturally, right?"
"Correct," Chase confirmed. "Your body is already accustomed to rigorous training, and your quirks complement each other in ways that should expedite the process. However, you must take care not to overexert yourself. The synchronization is stable, but pushing too hard too quickly could destabilize it. Just remember it will take time."
Izuku nodded, absorbing Chase's advice with the seriousness it warranted. He felt the weight of the responsibility, but also the burning resolve that had always driven him. "Time, huh? I'm used to taking things slowly and steadily. I won't rush this. Thank you again, Chase. I am going to go practice."
"Sounds good sir, just be careful. Don't destroy your room," he said.
"I won't, have a good night," he said leaving the Mindspace and laying out on the bed once more. He could get to sleep later but he would try this really quick. He stood up from his bed and inhaled slowly.
He closed his eyes, summoning the power within. As the energy began to stir inside him, he felt it ripple like a current, ready to surge. But this time, he wasn't allowing it to burst forth recklessly. He had to control it—hold it steady, keep it in check. He could tell what One for All was as it felt more…alive.
Green electricity similar to Jolt flowed around him showing his power was activating. When Izuku opened his eyes, he looked in the mirror and the energy swirled around him, but he was determined not to let it burst out of control. He did feel powerful, that was for sure. Izuku kept training this allowing him to feel 50% of his new power. He had his first day of class tomorrow and he would be ready.