It was a regular night at the Midoriyas.
Inko was reading through some stacks of paper from work, doubtless related to a case of some kind, Izuku was writing down the experiences of his training in full in his black book, and going over what he had done before, seeing if there might have been something he might have missed, and finally, Venom sat at the TV watching some anime from a century back, about a delinquent girl.
It was all perfectly normal, a random moment in time, that could have been used to describe this household's regular days for the last months.
Then, as she was reading through yet another page, Inko's phone rang.
Neither Izuku nor Venom turned to look, nor did they pay attention to the words she spoke, each focused on their own things.
Thus Izuku didn't see the joyous, pure smile that sprouted on his mom's face, nor did he pay attention as she headed out, simply assuming she was getting up to head to the bathroom.
Izuku didn't realize his mother had gone out before roughly half an hour later when he looked up to see that she had closed her laptop and put away all her papers. So consumed about his own limits and shortcomings was he at that moment, while dreading the coming day.
Though he didn't know it at the time, his world had just reached a turning point. One far more important to Izuku's life, than the tournament that had consumed all of his attention at the moment.
All thanks to a phone call on a random night, that he had paid no attention to. Such was the way of things.
...
The school entrance was packed by reporters and camera crews as he walked to the regular opening in the wall.
It wasn't the first time they had had to deal with nosy reporters around the school(There had been a lot who just wanted to ask about All Might), but Izuku could generally just avoid them all together thanks to Venom and his ability to pick them out without getting close, but the sheer amount of them today really made all the difference.
As did their behavior. Usually, these people would be shoving their mics up in the students' faces, and peppering them with questions, without any sense of personal space.
Not today though, as they let the students pass in complete peace, and not one question was fired over the temporary portable fence separating them from the students.
Presumably, they didn't want to risk getting booted out from the event altogether, by harassing the students. Not with the security being much stricter and harsher than usual due to the invasion.
Well, that and the heroes standing by the entrance.
The heroes in question were a couple of women Izuku didn't know, but the black cat-shaped badges on the front of their outfits, along with some high-tech looking vambraces told him they were part of Black Cat's Agency.
The hero on the left wore an outfit that kinda reminded him of the one Jirou wore, in that, I was basically just a regular set of clothing, composed of a black jacket, a t-shirt, a set of pants, gloves, and boots.
Where it differed from Jiro was in composition, as the loose black coat she wore was longer, going down around her waist, as well as being trimmed with white fur. The t-shirt was also different, being white, and in perfect shape, unlike Jirou's intentionally ripped red punker shirt.
Her pants were pretty much the same look as Jirou's, but her gloves and boots weren't much alike at all, both being military-styled. In the case of the gloves, they were connected to a set of techno vambraces.
The clothing, however, was where the similarities to Jirou ended. The woman in question had shoulder-length spiky hair, with bangs in front, covering a womanly, face with an expression of shyness and nervousness, that couldn't have been more unlike the confident tomboy Jirou's if she tried.
Her body structure was also completely different, whereas Jirou was only 5 feet tall, this woman was a giant, towering over most people, standing maybe 2 meters tall, with a truly massive bust.
On the opposite end was the Hero to the right.
Just as tall, also with an outfit of regular clothing put together into a hero outfit, she might have appeared similar to her counterpart, but she most certainly did not.
If her counterpart was dressed in somewhat regular, if unusual clothing for her outfit, this woman was dressed in fully standard clothing.
On top she wore an open in the front green jacket, with rolled-up sleeves, showcasing both a set of high-tech vambraces, as well as a set of arms just as muscular as Uraraka's were.
Under said jacket she wore a black buttoned-up shirt, with the top buttons open, doing a good job showcasing the cleavage of a bust even larger than her counterpart.
Lower down she wore a short green skirt, over a set of black, skin tight knee-high socks, over a set of legs just as powerfully built as her arms were.
Below she wore a set of green sneakers of the same style and brand as the kind Izuku liked to wear.
Her hair was long, black, silky smooth, and went down her back, all the way to her waist.
Her face was rather sharp, with a strong jaw, and narrow blue eyes. Not a hint of cosmetics, whether it be lipstick or mascara was to see on it. Instead, she wore a confident, dangerous grin.
Normally, the sight of this woman would probably have made Izuku flustered as he walked by, but it did not. Instead, like the reporters, he was struck by the Aura she exuded.
For one thing, it instantly reminded him about Katsuki in his more dangerous moments, only instead of that seething anger being directed at him, it was instead being directed at the poor reporters, as if daring them to step out of line.
That Aura was only enhanced by the final effect of her personage, a long, thick metal bat slung over her shoulder.
Though the bat was perfectly clean and didn't look out of the ordinary from any other, grey metal bats, there was something about it that sent shivers down Izuku's spine.
As he approached, both women turned to look at him, the woman with the bat changing expressions to a more jovial smile, as she lifted up her phone.
"Name and class?"
"Izuku… Midoriya Izuku, class 1-A…"
"Oh, so you're Midori eh?"
The older woman looked him up and down with an inquisitive look, while seemingly comparing him with something on her phone.
"Man, you're plain. The way Mina talked about you, I expected you to be an adorable Kitten, not-."
Izuku could feel the redness build up over his cheeks, but thankfully he was saved by the other hero.
"Don't bully him, sis. Midori-Kun, just go inside and to the regular bus spot okay? You'll go along with the rest of your class from there."
He nodded, and without a word, he passed through the gate to the school.
As he walked he saw a dozen more pro-heroes patrolling the school grounds. Many he recognized, but many more he didn't.
He almost stumbled over his own feet when he suddenly recognized Edgeshot, the number 5 Hero of Japan.
"Holy crap it's Edgeshot…"
"...Are you seriously going to act like this every single time we meet a top hero?"
He didn't answer, instead covering his mouth, while squeeing at the sight of the Ninja clad hero.
After a bit of silence, Venom continued with a question.
"So… That's Edgeshot right? Number 5?"
"Yeah… He's only under All Might, Endeavor, Hawks and Best Jeanist in rank."
"... We're gonna ignore that there is a hero called Best Jeanist. So you wish to study under Edgeshot?"
The question took Izuku completely off guard.
"What?"
"We asked if you wanna become his apprentice? That is why we're doing this right? We fight to impress the tops, to become their interns so that we can utilize this connection to get ahead in the world?"
Truth be told, Izuku hadn't actually considered that part of the tournament.
He had been way too focused on not making a fool of himself, to focus on the fact that the reason he was substantially here, was to impress the pro heroes.
Instantly, the joy of seeing the pros all around him turned to dust in his gut.
Venom was right.
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