My Hero Academia: EMTs

Magic Kid, I'm not Impressed!

Henry:

The next day rolled around, and save for a nice breakfast with Yukari and Yuka- it was dull and full of nothing but studying and theorizing about strategies for fighting Bakugo.

Yuka took the time to write up a schedule for us. It had a smattering of subjects for Tori, but when my sister begged, Mom adjusted it to primarily focus on her anatomy studying... I guess I'm okay with that. It will be a big part of the test and our upcoming school careers, right?

For me, the schedule focused on nothing but flashcard lessons and attempting to memorize vocabulary for both scientific taxonomy and history.

Thus, Tori buried herself in that anatomy book for hours, and I was stuck doing flash cards.

I would love to say I made progress; I really would. In reality, every time I asked a passerby in the UA library to drill me- and don't get me wrong, most people had no problem assisting me for a few minutes, asking me to give names to definitions- but regardless, everyone had to basically tell me the same thing when they were done. "Wow- you are not good at this, are you?" It is wonderful to hear from an entire range of people, whether they look mean or friendly; it kinda lets you know for sure you absolutely suck.

UA has a nice cafeteria with wonderful-looking food, but we barely had a chance to indulge with our schedules, giving us a half hour before we returned to do quick checkups on our strong subjects. I breezed through math and science equations, and my spelling is really... well, it's good. Japanese schools expect kids to learn three writing styles, Kanji, kana, and English print. The English rules are various, but I've got a handle on enough of them to do alright. Kana is much the same for me. However, Kanji... that one is a nightmare.

It's been years since I really had to handle Kanji, history, or taxonomy. It's not like Charles cared to go easy on me in education, but he employed a different strategy. For one, as far as he was concerned, if I didn't know Kanji, it wouldn't matter, as Kana and English are all you need to communicate reliably in Japan anyway. Next, he didn't care if I could quote names or dates, just so long as I could comprehend the lessons behind history. Finally, he was a mobster. What would he care if I understood taxonomy?

6:30 rolls around again. We head to the gym, where Aizawa is grading a few papers. A few seats up in the bleachers sits a very tall and very strongly built young man who I don't know. He's intently reading—it looks like an algebra textbook.

When my sister and I walk in, the darkly dressed professor gets up. "No Mirko this time?" I ask as he walks down.

"No formal greeting? You just ask where your favorite went?" Aizawa asks. He finally gets to the last step and looks down his nose at me. "But I didn't expect better. And to be fair, I don't have time to teach you better."

I grit my teeth but decide to leave that one alone.

"Mirko only came to give you one lesson this week, and you shouldn't expect more than that from her normally. If you want to review, she'll be in the UA base floor gym at 7:30 every day—access to the facilities is a perk of being a UA alumnus." Aizawa smiles at that last line as if it's a perk he likes. I couldn't care less; I just want to get past the front door.

"What's the lesson for today, sir?" I ask.

The professor huffs and bounces a small blue ball up and down; Tori's eyes are drawn immediately to the rubber toy. "Why am I doing this?" Aizawa asks. I could just walk away, and you two would be hopeless... but I'm not wired that way—you should be grateful."

I look away from him. "Question..." I say.

"Already? Shoot."

"Did you know Charles had children?"