an ODST among Heroes.

12

Izuku stepped into Class 1-A, taking in the sight of his classmates for the first time. He noticed Katsuki being reprimanded by a tall, blue-haired boy with glasses, who was gesturing animatedly as he lectured. Izuku sighed, already anticipating the intensity of the day.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Daisy marched in, clad in her black skin-tight uniform, her expression steely. Without warning, she blew an airhorn, and the classroom fell silent in an instant. Smirking, she looked over the students.

"Took you all exactly two seconds to quiet down," she said, folding her arms. "Good. My name’s Daisy, and I’m here to whip you all into shape."

"Uh, aren’t we supposed to go to orientation first?” asked a girl hesitantly, glancing around as if looking for backup.

Daisy’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Does it look like I care?" She leaned forward, her expression turning stern as she continued. "And let me make one thing very clear. If anyone talks back to me again, consider yourselves expelled."

Her eyes swept across the room, catching every student's gaze. "From today forward, you will all address me as Ma'am. You will do what I say, when I say it, and exactly how I say it—or you’ll be out of here on the spot. Are we clear?"

"YES, MA'AM!" the class responded in unison, voices laced with a mixture of fear and respect.

"Good." Daisy nodded approvingly. "Now, get your butts into gym uniforms and report to the mock city in five minutes flat. Move it!"

The students scrambled to obey, exchanging nervous glances as they hurried toward the changing rooms. Izuku smirked slightly, already feeling the difference Daisy’s military-style leadership would bring to their training. He’d been through her rigorous regimen before—and he knew his classmates were in for a wake-up call.

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“Ma’am?” Momo raised her hand tentatively, her brow furrowing. “What exactly are we supposed to be doing here?”

Daisy crossed her arms, a small, challenging smile on her face. “Simple,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder. “Last as long as possible... against them.”

The students followed her gaze to a squad of soldiers standing at attention nearby. Clad in their distinct ODST armor, the squad looked menacing and battle-hardened. Among them, Izuku stood in full uniform, visor down, arms crossed.

“The hell?” Mina muttered, eyes wide. “How’s this even fair?”

Daisy’s smile widened. “Fair? What is fair? This exercise isn’t about fair.” Her tone sharpened, and she continued, “It gets even better. You each have a ribbon.” She held up a strip of cloth, bright and visible. “Your goal is to keep it. If any one of these ODST soldiers takes it, you’re out. They’re trained for situations way more challenging than this, so treat them like serious threats.”

The class exchanged uncertain looks, a mixture of anxiety and determination starting to show.

Daisy’s eyes glinted with intensity as she added, “Feel free to use your quirks if you think they’ll give you an edge. But be warned: these soldiers know how to adapt. Your performance will be measured by how long you can hold onto your ribbon. Starting now, you have a half hour to spread out, hide, or plan your strategy. The countdown begins the moment you get your ribbon. Now, take them and move.”

She held out a small box filled with the brightly colored ribbons. One by one, the students grabbed their ribbons and, with a glance back at the ODST squad, sprinted into the mock city, their minds racing with plans and counter-strategies.

As they dispersed, Daisy’s eyes met Izuku’s across the field. She gave a small nod, a signal for him and his squad to prepare to track down each student. The hunt was on, and every student knew they’d be pushed to their limits, testing not just their quirks but their ability to think under pressure.

About half an hour later, the squad deployed an MQ-96 drone, watching as it soared into the mock city. Its thermal imaging revealed the heat signatures of numerous students scattered across the area, helping them identify their locations. Izuku opened a weapon crate, distributing M90 8 Gauge CAWS shotguns to his squad members. Each soldier loaded up with beanbag rounds and flashbangs, preparing for the upcoming exercise. With a quick wave from Izuku, the squad moved out, filtering into the city.

Mineta was the first to lose his ribbon. Daisy's voice echoed over the comms: "Mineta is out."

Bakugou, in a fit of overconfidence, charged straight at Izuku, only to be met with a solid 8-gauge beanbag to the chest that knocked the wind out of him, followed by a swift kick that brought him to his knees. His ribbon was swiftly taken, his pride hurt almost as much as his body.

One by one, the rest of the students fell, struggling against the well-coordinated and tactical squad. Kirishima put up a valiant effort and was the last to be taken down, but he ultimately ended up in a dogpile as the soldiers overwhelmed him. As his ribbon was taken, one of the squad members chuckled and muttered, “Dumbass.”

When the exercise concluded, Izuku regrouped with Daisy and surveyed the aftermath. Most of his classmates were nursing their bruises, many groaning from the sting of the non-lethal beanbag rounds. Hagakure voiced her frustration, complaining about how she'd barely been touched before someone had snatched her ribbon with a rough shove.

Daisy stepped forward, giving feedback on the students' performances. She highlighted who had lasted the longest and critiqued the strategies used, pointing out which were effective and which fell short, depending on the student's approach.

Finally, Daisy dismissed the class, leaving them with lessons to reflect on for next time.

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