The First Generation

Master Plan

Once again, the seating on the train back into the main city was indicative of the treatment of the Quirked; 'Normal' people huddled away from the 'Freak' Yuuei students as much as they could, sending sneers and nasty looks their way as they walked by or sat down. They were about as welcome as a grease fire in a hospital, and probably provoked the same emotional response from the people around them as such.

Almost distressingly, Izuku had found that he'd gotten used to the looks, and somehow struggled to remember a time where he wasn't looked at like that. He knew that there were memories locked somewhere in the recesses of his mind – He wasn't born with a Quirk, he'd merely inherited one. He was fully aware that he was just struggling to remember an earlier point in his life, that was the only issue here. But somehow, those glares felt like a more permanent part of his life than ever before.

The plan that he had in his head, he knew, could cause those looks to go one of two ways; Inspiration, or unapologetic abhorrence.

For the first time in a while, Izuku wasn't thinking about what the Quirkless thought. In fact, he found that he couldn't care much about what they thought in this particular situation. He'd spent most of his life trying to sway the opinions of those who were Quirkless that they with powers weren't inherently dangerous, by bending over backwards to try to suit them. And he'd only had some success, and things just got more and more dangerous. He efforts ended up with him having blood on his hands.

Blood that wasn't going to wash off.

So right about now, he couldn't care less. About what the Quirkless thought about what his next move was, about the backlash he would end up getting, or what his punishment would be.

Doing nothing would be far, far worse, and that would be something that weighed on his consciousness for the rest of his life.

"Midoriya... Do you honestly expect the Headmaster to go along with this?"

Izuku blinked a couple of times, trying to send the message that way instead of having to actually talk. It was something that he hadn't given much thought to when he made his suggestion to Fuyumi and Takeyama. He knew that it was probably going to stir up some controversy in some media outlets, and it was probably going to get eyes on Yuuei once again.

Being Heroes was one thing. That was a danger, but it was primarily to themselves. If they were caught, Yuuei would be able to disavow them, claim total ignorance on what they were doing, and allow what laughably counted as justice to carry out in order to protect the other students. It was a mentality Izuku agreed with, to an extent. He himself would never let anyone face the brunt of a punishment like that, but the safety of those who had done no wrong in Yuuei were more important to him, and he was willing to make the sacrifice of being left on his own to ensure their safety.

But now, he had found himself in a situation where he was damning one group if he did nothing, and damning the other if he helped. The police had asked for their help, and declared Yuuei would be responsible if they failed. And he had disregarded that entirely. If he used numbers, and the fact that there were more students at Yuuei than in an orphanage, logic would dictate that he leaves the Quirked children there to fend for themselves. That the lives of the many were greater than the needs of the few.

It was logic that he threw to the wind though. Logic that he hated, and refused to abide by. He wouldn't reduce the value of a life to a number.

Not that he would blame Toshinori for feeling different. "To be perfectly honest, Todoroki.... I don't. At all." He had responsibilities, a duty to the students already in his care. And risking their safety was something he wasn't supposed to do.

Mina sighed. "Somehow, I'm not even surprised. This isn't exactly the most passive resistance... Thing you've suggested."

Were Eri not present, Izuku would have pointed out that the very concept of Heroes wasn't exactly passive.