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The next morning, the air in the Class 1-A dorm common room was thick with a nervous buzz. The fight between Bakugo and Midoriya had been a poorly kept secret; Aizawa's punishment of cleaning duty for both of them had made it public knowledge. But it was the reason for the fight that had everyone on edge.
Izuku sat apart, his mind a whirlwind, replaying All Might's words. "He wasn't entirely wrong." "Do not try to force your light onto them." He was more confused than ever, his moral compass spinning.
In the back, the "Big 4" were in their usual corner. Akaza and Rumi were sharing a protein bar, Rumi taking a bite and then playfully holding it just out of Akaza's reach. Shoto was sipping tea, and Bakugo, in a rare display of non-aggression, was sitting there quietly.
When they arrived in class, Aizawa was already there, looking even more tired.
"Morning," he grumbled. "Now that your licenses are settled, we move on to the next, more serious, phase of your education: Work Studies. These are not the week-long internships you had before. These are full-on, professional apprenticeships, an optional program for high-performers."
He scanned the room. "And to do that, you need to understand what it means to be a real pro, to see the difference between you and those who are at the top. So, as discussed yesterday, they are here."
The classroom door slid open, and three third-year students walked in. The first was a tall, powerfully built young man with a bright smile. The second was a girl with long, periwinkle-blue hair, her face lit with curiosity as she immediately began scanning the class. The third was a dark, lanky figure, his shoulders hunched, who immediately turned and faced the wall.
"...Okay, so, these are the top heroes at U.A. High…" Kirishima whispered.
"Hado, Amajiki, Togata… can you introduce yourselves?" Aizawa sighed.
The girl, Nejire Hado, immediately zipped over to Rumi, her eyes wide. "Wow! Your ears are real! Are they real? How do they work? Do they move on their own? And your scar is so cool! How'd you get it? Was it the villain attack? You're so muscular! What's your training regimen?"
Rumi, taken aback by the sheer, unfiltered barrage of questions, just blinked. "They're ears. I got hit. I train."
"And you!" Nejire was already moving, floating over to Akaza. "Your eyes! They're all black! Is that your quirk? Can you see in the dark? Why are you so calm? You're the one who won the festival, right? You're super strong!"
Before Akaza could even respond, the third student, Tamaki Amajiki, began to mutter, "Mirio… Nejire… they're all staring at me. They're sizing me up. I can't... I want to go home…"
"It's fine, Tamaki! I'm Mirio Togata!" the blond boy announced, his voice booming with a charisma that instantly seized the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Class 1-A! I know you're all a bit confused, but we're here to talk to you about the Work Studies!"
***Long azz speech which I don't wanna write***
"...So, in short, to really understand what it means to be a hero, you have to act like a hero!" Mirio concluded his speech, his smile never wavering.
Which hyped up the class. Then they were told to change into their gym uniforms.
Soon, they were all in Gym Gamma. Mirio stood in front of them.
"As you all know, experience is the best teacher! So, I have a proposal! How about you all… come at us at the once!"
The class was stunned. "Are you serious?" Kirishima asked.
"He's nuts," Kaminari whispered.
"Aizawa-sensei," Mirio said, turning to their teacher. "Is that alright?"
Aizawa just grunted. "Fine. But with one exception." He looked directly at Akaza. "Akaza. You're benched."
The entire gym went quiet. Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki all looked at Aizawa in shock. "Sir?" Mirio asked, confused. "But… he's the Sports Festival champion, isn't he? He's the one I most want to see!"
"He's on a different curriculum," Aizawa said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "He doesn't need this lesson. The rest of you, however, do. Begin when you're ready."
The Big 3 looked at each other, confused, but Mirio just shrugged, his smile returning. "Alright! Who's first?!"
The entire class, minus Akaza, charged.
What happened next was a blur of chaos and humiliation. Mirio leaped forward, and then... his clothes fell off. "Whaaaat?!" the girls screamed, covering their eyes. "He... he phased!" Izuku realized, just as Mirio's form sank into the ground.
He erupted from the floor behind the long-range fighters, a naked, smiling specter. He was a perfect counter. His quirk, Permeation, made him intangible. He popped up, delivered a gut-punch to Sero, sank, reappeared, and took down Kirishima. He was unstoppable.
But he wasn't the only threat. "You're fast! How fast can you go?!" Nejire Hado yelled, floating in the air. She aimed her hands at Bakugo, who had just launched himself into the sky. "Let's see!" She unleashed a spiral of golden, wave-like energy. Bakugo, forced to dodge, his aerial mobility still jerky, couldn't counter. It was a one-sided dogfight. He'd blast, she'd evade and fire back, her superior agility and control of the air keeping him completely on the defensive.
At the same time, Tamaki Amajiki, his anxiety gone, had transformed. "Suneater…" he muttered. His arms were a writhing mass of octopus tentacles, his fingers tipped with razor-sharp chicken talons, and his back was coated in a thick crab shell. He was fighting Shoto, Tokoyami, and Momo simultaneously. Shoto's ice-wall was shattered by his armored tentacle. Tokoyami's Dark Shadow was pinned by a clam-shell clamp. He was a one-man army.
The main event, however, was Mirio versus Rumi. Rumi used Soru to appear where she thought Mirio would be. But every time her aura-enhanced kick arrived, Mirio's body would simply... phase. Her leg passed right through him, the force of her attack throwing her off balance. "Whoa, you're fast!" Mirio cheered, his head popping out of the ground. "But you can't hit a ghost!" "You FUCKING CREEP!" Rumi roared, her frustration mounting. She stomped the ground, trying to use Geppo, but he was already gone, popping up on the other side of the gym to take out Iida. Her brawler style, all about overwhelming physical impact, was completely and utterly nullified by his permutation.
It was over in minutes. The 3 of 1-A's "Big 4", who had seemed so unstoppable, were taken down one by one. Tamaki's tentacles, combined with his shell, finally bound Bakugo. Shoto, focused on Tamaki, was taken out from behind by a phased gut-punch from Mirio. Rumi, distracted by her teammates falling, let her rage get the best of her. She charged Mirio, who just smiled, phased, and let her run right through him, hitting her on the back of the neck.
Class 1-A was scattered on the floor, defeated, exhausted, and humbled.
The Big 3 stood in the center, not even breathing hard.
Rumi stomped over to Akaza and buried her face in his chest.
"Fucking... creep... pervert..." Her voice muffled in Akaza's chest. "Stupid... phasing quirk... just boop... right through my leg... couldn't even hit him... I hate him…" Akaza just patted her head, a small smirk on his face. "You'll get him next time, carrots. You just need to learn to predict, not just react."
"You see?" Mirio said, his goofy, naked persona replaced by a serious, kind-eyed mentor. "My quirk… it's not strong. By itself, it's useless. I pass through things, but so does oxygen, so I can't breathe. And light, so I can't see. When I phase, I'm deaf and blind. I had to work. I had to train, to predict, to turn this weakness into a strength." He looked at Izuku. "I turned my weakness into power. I'm still working on it every single day. That's how I got to the top. And that's how you can, too."
The class just listened. The loss no longer stung; it was a lesson.
As they were being dismissed, Mirio walked over to Akaza. His goofy smile was gone, replaced by an intense, curious one. "Asura, right?" he said, now fully clothed. "It's a real honor. I watched your Sports Festival matches. Your technique is incredible."
"You're not bad yourself, Togata-senpai," Akaza replied, giving a respectful nod. "Please, call me Mirio! And I'd like to spar with you. Just for a minute. I want to see why Aizawa-sensei benched you."
The gym, which had been buzzing with chatter, went dead silent. The rest of 1-A froze, all eyes on them. Aizawa, who had been about to leave, stopped. "Togata. That's a bad idea."
Mirio just laughed. "It's fine, sir! I'll hold back, I just want to see his..."
"I'm not worried about Akaza," Aizawa said, his voice flat. "I'm worried about your safety."
The statement shocked the Big 3. Nejire, who had been floating, dropped to the ground. Tamaki, who had been leaning against the wall, looked back at them, his eyes wide. They had never heard Aizawa, or any teacher, talk to Mirio like that. Mirio was the top. He was unbeatable.
Class 1-A, however, just shared a collective, knowing look.
'Yep. He's dead.'
Mirio, far from being scared, looked even more excited. His eyes were blazing with a pure, heroic spirit. "Sir! If that's the case, then it's the perfect chance for me to improve! To see what the real top looks like! Please!"
Aizawa let out a sigh. He looked at Akaza.
Akaza, in turn, looked at Mirio. He saw the genuine, good-hearted power in him. This is the man who should have been the next symbol, he thought, a flicker of respect in his eyes. He gave Mirio a genuine smile. "I'd be honored."
They took their positions, ten meters apart. Mirio crouched, his body ready to phase at the first sign of movement. Aizawa just raised his hand.
"Go."
'Shock Pulse: Tempest.'
There was no blur. There was no sound of running. There was only a single, sharp pop of displaced air, like a miniature sonic boom.
Mirio's eyes were wide. He was trying to phase. The signal was being sent from his brain. But he was too late.
Before his quirk could even activate, he felt pressure on the back of his neck. It wasn't a hit. It wasn't a chop. It was just... there. Akaza was standing behind him, his palm gently resting on his neck, his hand cold against his skin.
Mirio was frozen in place, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. He hadn't seen a blur. He hadn't seen anything. The boy was in front of him, and then he was behind him. The fight was over before he even knew it had begun.
He knew, with absolute certainty, that if that hand had been a fist, he'd be unconscious. If it had been a shockwave, he'd be dead.
Nejire's and Tamaki's jaws were on the floor. They were staring, unable to comprehend the impossible speed they had just failed to witness.
"That's it," Aizawa called out. "Match. We're done here. Everyone, move out."
Akaza retracted his hand. He looked at the still-frozen Mirio and gave him a nod, and walked out with a smug-looking Rumi.
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