My Hero Academia: EMTs

Day One. Escape!

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Finally, Uraraka comes in. Honestly, I feel we're waiting on her a lot- it's not good. I'll have to talk to her about it later. A little girl runs in ahead of her, yelling for her daddy.

"Ochaco, you're almost late," I scold. I watch the girl run across the room. "Who is that? A cousin or something?"

"Um... not exactly..." Uraraka says, nervously scratching the back of her head.

"Get to your seats- now," The professor says, as usual, not in the mood to negotiate or wait. Ochaco and I both take our seats. The little girl is still in the room. In fact, she's at the front of the room. I would get up to grab her and spare her the professor's wrath, but I dare not disobey... she'll be fine. The professor wouldn't hurt a child... right?

The child pauses and looks at us all. Professor Aizawa walks up behind her, and I cringe... here it comes... poor kid. He puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Greetings everyone, this is my daughter," he says.

The room goes silent.

He... he has a child? I look at her face... nothing about this little girl says, "daughter of the hardest teacher in UA". She's just a freckle-faced cute little girl, holding up her fists to hide her face.

"Her name is Hotaru, and I expect you all to treat her with the same consideration as any child her age. She's dual enrolled in UA because her life is in grave danger if she doesn't have good security protecting her. Think of her program as something like witness protection. She will take her lessons and not be allowed in formal hero training, nor will she receive any perks that help her become a hero. She will not be receiving special treatment. Are there any questions?"

"So- daddy's little girl gets in here based on... what?" Katsuki Bakugo, our loud blonde jerk of a classmate, interjects. "We did practical application tests, grueling academic tests, or had to have recommendations. She gets in cause she was, like... adopted by you at some point? That's it?"

The Professor closes his eyes and sighs. "All she'll do is complete sixth-grade schoolwork in a corner somewhere. Maybe I'll have her cheer you guys on during hero practice sessions. Still, nothing she does will help her qualify to be a pro hero or help her qualify to be a hero trainee when she's fourteen like you. If she wants to be a trainee like you, she will have to pass the same tests you did." Bakugo's expression doesn't seem to falter. The professor then cocks his head at Katsuki. "There are ways to question these kinds of things young man- all you're doing is making a scene. But hey, if you want that to be how you spend your time here, I can change your curriculum immediately, Mr. Bakugo... no practice, no resume assistance, no credits, no access to employers... would you like me to go to the principal with that lesson plan for you right now?"

Katsuki looks down at his desk and grumbles. "No, sir."

The professor smirks, "You sure? Putting you on academics only would certainly make things easier for me. I am a father. I could use the time off."

"I'm sure, sir," Bakugo says, defeated, on this issue at least. He looks furious, but that's his default mode.

The professor nods. "Let's clarify: if any of you want to make allegations of favoritism, make them with proof and send them to the proper channels. Anyone bothering Hotaru with misplaced envy, I will gladly put on their own academics-only program." The professor stared at the room for a minute, challenging anyone else to make the same allegation.

I honestly couldn't care less if some preteen does schoolwork in a corner, so I'm not risking all that to make a point about it, and it looks like I'm not alone there, as no one backs up Bakugo's point.