The UA uniform that he is absolutely not going to wear under any circumstances arrived a day ago.
The university did not have a dress code.
The only reason people that went to UA wore that abomination of fashion was the prestige that came with it.
Well, he'll wear his bulletproof suit. It's the first day, he can wear his compression shirts later. First impressions and all.
(Tight clothes on the first day was probably a bad idea.)
He puts his trusty suit on, unflinching at the lack of weaponry. They were only a summon away.
He's always keeping shikigami on his person. At least 30 at all times.
He puts on a white tie and a trench coat to go along with the suit.
A ping from his phone catches him off guard.
He grabs his keys and heads to the garage once more.
Oh. He's going to be 18 once July hit. Finally! A faster bike. Japan limits 16 year olds to a maximum of 400cc.
He'll be applying for a heavy duty bike license as soon as possible.
The ride to UA is quiet as always.
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The class he's entered is completely empty.
Did he enter the wrong place?
No, that can't be right, top of the door says 1-A, and he knows this place like the back of his hand.
He checks the time on his watch, oh.
The first class starts at 8:30 A.M. He's an hour early.
He fiddles around with his phone and puts on some earphones to listen to music.
The students would probably start coming by eight.
He promptly takes them off once he sense an all to familiar presence walking towards the class.
He heads out in greeting, and immediately rushes towards her.
"Hime~" He yells and holds his arms out.
"Kishi~" Momo matches his energy.
He hugs her and twirls her in the air, uncaring of the eyes that watch them.
"Its been too long." Izuku greets as he puts her down.
"It has." Momo says.
She's wearing earmuffs and gloves, alongside a coat over her uniform.
"You aren't wearing the uniform?" Momo asks as they walk towards the class.
"Nah, not my style. It draws way too much attention too." That was the opposite of what a shinobi wanted.
"Yeah, okay designer-wearing rich man." Momo scoffs as she teases him.
"Huh. Never thought I'd hear that from you, princess." Izuku says as he takes off his coat, folding it and placing it in his bag.
Momo follows his actions.
They sit down next to each other with practiced ease. Falling into a rythm of questions back and forth.
"So how've you been?" Momo asks, taking her gloves off.
"Same old. I didn't get to tell you, but," Izuku whispers into her ear.
"I'm a vigilante." Momo gaped at him.
It's fine, he trusted her with his life. Though that wasn't worth much, Momo would never out him.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
