Spending the entire night on a screen definitely had consequences. He managed two hours of sleep, accompanied by tired eyes and a blazing need to crawl back into his soft bed.
But alas, duty is duty. He gets on with his morning.
Izuku sighs as he stands behind the class door. He's late this time because of the texts he'd had to answer and surfing the net.
The liveliness of the room can be felt from outside, chatter and laughs can clearly be heard.
It all stops as he enters.
Hushed whispers replaced the silence with great efficiency.
He walks toward his seat next to The Princess.
"Morning." He greets as he sits.
"Morning." Momo says with a smile.
"So, how do you feel?" The lady asks.
"Great actually. I finally get a break from working at Tsuka's after so long. Guy's a real slave driver." He smirks.
No, Tsukauchi was anything but a slave driver. He was a however, a worrywart. He'd get all stressed about cases and work himself to exhaustion, when he did so Izuku would normally step up to help.
He lets out a short chuckle. Fun times.
"Well, it's nice to get a break I hope. They're already giving us assignments and projects." Momo sighs as she picks her things from her bag.
"I have to do those too, you know. The only thing I get a break from is classes, even then attendance is compulsory and so is the course assignments and tests."
"Ah, I thought you were exempted?" Momo asks, thinking.
"Yeah, only from studying out of course stuff , so college stuff which I've already finished." Izuku confirms.
'Sensei's nearby.' He thinks as he feels All-Might's aura nearby.
And right on cue, he bursts through the door.
"I AM ENTERING THE DOOR, LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" He exclaims.
The air of the classroom shifts, excitement and cheers quickly replacing the glum atmosphere.
All-Might was teaching at their school apparently. Izuku totally did not know this (wink-wink). Yagi totally did not tell him before hand.
Battle training was what he was here for.
"Now! Behind you are the suits you all submitted to the school!" All Might says as he points.
Pressurized canisters release from the wall / lockers behind them.
Everyone promptly takes their named canisters and heads to the locker room.
They were heading on to one of UA's city shaped training grounds to do indoor battle simulations.
Everyone had received their hero suits in a large pressurized canister.
He heads onto the changing rooms to change.
He vividly remembers the design he handed to Mei. A far cry from his suit as Kuro Oni.
It was similar to Sekiro's outfit. Except that it was black completely besides the red scarf.
He checks the bodies of the other students in the locker room.
Kirishima's physique is the most impressive. He looks to be either on a cut or sustaining.
The rest look okay. Bakugo Katsuki has developed shoulders but besides that its whatever. He clicks his tongue. Students of the hero course with this level of a physique? Very questionable.
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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...
