The school day ended like any other. Sunlight filtered through the windows of U.A. Elementary, casting long shadows across the desks. Ms. Ikoma stood at the front, her usual gentle smile in place as she dismissed her students.
"Alright, everyone. See you tomorrow!" she said, slipping papers into her bag.
Backpacks zipped. Chairs scraped. The hum of chatter filled the halls as parents arrived one by one. Eri had already been picked up by Izuku on his bike, her silver hair fluttering beneath her helmet as they rode off into the afternoon breeze.
But for five other kids, the day was far from over.
Tamashiro leaned over Mahoro's desk, voice low. "You think she'll say yes?"
"I-I don't know," Mahoro muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear to hide her blush. "Only one way to find out."
None of them had personal phones—too young, too early. So Kota, Satsuki, Katsuma, Mahoro, and Tamashiro approached Ms. Ikoma together, trying to look casual.
Katsuma stepped forward first, clutching his bag like a shield. "Um, Ms. Ikoma? Could you call our dad and ask if we can go to Eri's place for a study group?"
Tamashiro jumped in, voice a little too rehearsed. "Yeah, since she's super smart, with her help I won't fall behind, y'know?" He flashed a toothy grin.
Satsuki stepped up, holding out a folded note. "Can you give this to my sister, Tsuyu? She'll understand."
Ms. Ikoma raised an eyebrow, eyeing the group with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "A study group? Really?" Her gaze lingered on Tamashiro and Kota—two students not exactly known for their academic rigor.
Kota shrugged, hands in his pockets. "We're not just doing homework. Isn't it normal for kids to hang out? Plus, it's at Izuku-sensei's place. Supervised."
That did the trick. Ms. Ikoma's eyes widened slightly, then softened. "Alright. I'll make the calls."
She dialed each parent, explaining the plan. Most were relieved to hear a grown-up would be present. She even called Kota's Aunt Mandalay to arrange pickup.
"She's already on her way," Ms. Ikoma said, smiling. "She said she's grateful. Have fun."
About twenty minutes later, a familiar SUV pulled up outside. Mandalay stepped out, sunglasses perched on her head, radiating calm energy.
"Alright, pile in. Eri's place, right?" she said, opening the passenger door.
"Yep!" Tamashiro grinned, hopping in. "Thanks, Aunt Mandalay!"
"Don't call her that," Kota muttered, sliding into the front seat. "She's my aunt."
"Then tell her to stop bringing snacks for all of us," Mahoro teased, accepting a treat from Mandalay's grocery sack.
"Of course. It's my first time meeting so many of Kota's friends. Gotta show some hospitality—especially when they're this cute," Mandalay chuckled, winking at Tamashiro.
The boy froze, cheeks blazing red as he clutched his snack bag like a lifeline. Mahoro, sitting beside him, narrowed her eyes. Without a word, she pressed her foot down on his.
"YEOW!" Tamashiro yelped, dropping his bag. Thankfully, it stayed closed.
He glared at Mahoro, who munched her snack with feigned innocence. Katsuma and Satsuki exchanged glances, silently amused. Kota slumped in his seat, hand over his face.
Mandalay smiled in the rearview mirror, oblivious to the true purpose of this "study group"—a covert training session with the vigilante Midoribolt.
They arrived at the apartment complex where Izuku, Eri, and Ochaco lived.
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The Turbo Hero:- Midoribolt
ActionIzuku Midoriya has really had enough. First, he had his property destroyed by his childhood bully, then he was told he couldn't be a hero by the one he's always admired, and finally, he was scolded by pro-heroes for risking his life to save his chil...
