The class stood at the train station, a mixture of excitement and nervousness hanging in the air. Each student had their suitcases and costume cases at their feet, ready for the next big step in their hero training. Aizawa, standing off to the side with his usual disheveled demeanor, gave them a tired but stern look.
Aizawa, {monotone}: "Listen up. This is an important opportunity for all of you. Behave yourselves, follow your mentors' instructions, and don't cause unnecessary trouble. Got it?"
The students collectively nodded, though the buzzing energy of the group made it clear they were barely containing their excitement. Izuku stood off to the side, his suitcase in one hand and his costume case in the other. His eyes drifted toward Tenya Iida, who was staring at the ground with an unusually solemn expression.
Izuku, {thinking}: Ida... he's been like this since the Sports Festival. I know about his brother, Ingenium, and what happened with the Hero Killer, Stain. Iida's always been the logical one, the one who follows the rules, but... I can't shake the feeling that he's planning something.
Izuku debated saying something but decided against it. For now, he'd give Iida the benefit of the doubt. But he made a silent promise to keep an eye on him, just in case.
Kyoka approached Izuku, suitcase in hand and her guitar case strapped to her back. She smirked, her usual confident expression softening as she got closer.
Kyoka, {teasingly}: "So, hero boy, ready to impress Superman himself?"
Izuku blushed, scratching the back of his neck.
Izuku, {nervously}: "I'm not sure about impressing him, but I'll do my best."
Kyoka rolled her eyes playfully before leaning up to give him a quick kiss.
Kyoka, {softly}: "You'll do great. Just don't forget about me while you're off saving the world."
Izuku chuckled, his nerves settling as he kissed her back.
Izuku, {smiling}: "Never."
As Kyoka boarded her train, Izuku waved goodbye, his heart feeling a little lighter despite the challenges ahead.
Just as Izuku turned back toward the platform, a shadow passed over him. He looked up, and his jaw nearly dropped. Descending gracefully from the sky, clad in his iconic red and blue suit with the unmistakable S emblem on his chest, was none other than Superman.
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The students froze, their conversations halting as they all turned to stare.
Superman, {cheerfully}: "Izuku Midoriya, right?"
Izuku nodded, still stunned.
Superman, {grinning}: "Good. I figured I'd save you the trip and pick you up myself. But first... how about a little race? I'll carry your things if it's too much."
Izuku blinked, processing the words, before his face lit up with excitement.
Izuku, {eagerly}: "A race?! Yes! Absolutely!"
Superman chuckled, his cape fluttering in the breeze as he gestured toward the open sky.
Superman, {playfully}: "Alright then, let's see what you've got. Ready... set... go!"
Before anyone could react, Izuku activates Float and took off like a green blur, his suitcases clutched tightly in his hands. The sound of his departure left a loud BOOM, startling some of the other students. Superman followed immediately, effortlessly keeping up with him, his laughter ringing through the air.
Back at the platform, the students stared in stunned silence.
Mina, {amazed}: "Did that just happen?"
Bakugo, {gritting his teeth}: "That damn nerd gets to train with Superman?! And now they're racing?!"
Kirishima, {grinning}: "Manly as ever. That's Midoriya for you."
[Transition]
The two soared through the sky, blurs of red and green to those watching from below. Izuku felt the wind rushing past him, the thrill of flying filling his heart with exhilaration.
Unlike Superman, whose flight seemed natural and effortless, Izuku's "flight" was more like controlled floating. He propelled himself forward using powerful kicks or precise shifts in his body movements, feeling the strain in his legs as he maintained his pace.
Izuku, {thinking excitedly}: "This is amazing! Even though it's not as smooth as Superman's, I'm keeping up!"
He reminded himself of his current limit with Power Stockpiling, One For All, which stood at 45%. To keep up with Superman, he was using a steady 35%, just enough to match the speed but not push his body too far.
Superman, {glancing over mid-flight}: "You're doing great, Midoriya! Flying takes practice, but you've got the instincts. Just remember to trust your momentum."
Izuku nodded, focusing on his balance. It was hard not to be in awe of Superman's perfect control—how he could stop, turn, and move on a dime. Meanwhile, Izuku had to calculate every move carefully, using bursts of energy to adjust his trajectory. Still, the fact that he was keeping up was a victory in itself.
After a few minutes of exhilarating flight, they landed gracefully atop a tall skyscraper. Izuku's shoes tapped the roof lightly as he came to a halt, while Superman descended without a sound, his cape fluttering gently behind him.
The building was sleek and modern, with the large emblem of Superman's emblem displayed proudly near the entrance. This was his temporary agency while working in Japan.
Izuku looked around, taking in the sight of the city below. The wind tugged at his hair, and he couldn't help but smile.
Izuku, {thinking}: So this is what it feels like to be on top of the world...
Superman stepped forward, his demeanor warm and confident as always.
Superman, {smiling}: "You've got raw talent, Izuku. But flight is about more than just speed and power—it's about control and awareness. If you can master it, it'll make you even more versatile on the battlefield."
Izuku nodded, listening intently.
Superman, {continuing}: "This week, we'll focus on two things: First, refining your ability to fly. I'll teach you how to move efficiently without wasting energy, and how to make quick adjustments in mid-air. Second, we'll work on applying your flight skills in combat scenarios. It's not just about being able to fight in the air—you'll learn how to use it effectively on the ground as well."
Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement. This was exactly the kind of training he needed. Float had always felt like a secondary tool in his arsenal, something he used to get from one place to another. But now, he was starting to see its potential as a real weapon in his hero work. Nana would be quite interested in this lesson.
Izuku, {determined}: "I'll do my best, Superman! Thank you for teaching me."
Superman chuckled, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder.
Superman, {encouragingly}: "That's the spirit. Don't worry—we'll take it one step at a time. By the end of this week, you'll be soaring like a pro... well semi-pro."
