What is fun?
A party? Yeah, it can be fun.
Sharing bad laughs with good food and good friends?
Sounds like fun alright, no problemos there.
Let's just say that attempted child murder went against most people's definition of the word, but not for this guy.
Nope, the guy looked as radiant as the sun when he announced that he, along with his colleagues, were here to, in his words, "To turn this here training facility into a bloody slaughterhouse".
Izuku deemed that the barely five minutes spent in the presence of this wacky character were already too many for a lifetime.
Oh, how right he was.
But let's start at the beginning, shall we?
---------- 1 hour prior---------------
Such a beautiful day it was. Birds singing, flowers blooming. Just a really great day.
On days like this, kids like those in class 1A really were regretting not working on their cardio.
'Cause they were late, and the bus was about to leave without them.
Yes.
The students of the main hero course in the most prestigious school in the country were going to their private, multi-million dollar training facility using public transportation.
The irony was palpable.
That was the reason why if you lived nearby, you had the opportunity to watch as a big group of students all dressed in fancy and unique costumes desperately tried to reach a bus stop, running like their lives depended on it.
"Tell me again WHY exactly can't you use your quirk to stop the bus for us, class representative!?" panted out Uraraka, struggling to catch up with the rest of the class. She was really done with all of this running and her patience had started to run out.
"Uraraka you should be fully aware that we are to use our quirks only in the direst of situations. Until we become full-fledged heroes, that is!" shouted Lida, leading the class without breaking a sweat.
"YOUR ASS WILL BE IN A "DIREST SITUATION" IF YOU DON'T CATCH UP TO THAT BUS RIGHT. NOW." Uraraka screamed back in fury, causing part of the class to erupt in laughter before they realized that she was actually right.
Lida got a lot of threats that morning.
Izuku looked to Aizawa running at his side.
The man was running with one hand in his pocket and the other scratching his unkept beard, the same old tired expression on his face, keeping up with the students with ease.
The greenette cleared his throat and pointed at Lida, causing Aizawa to sigh in response, already expecting the request.
"Class Representative you have my permission to use your quirk" he said before looking back at Izuku. 'Happy now?' he mouthed to the teen, before groaning and looking away after seeing Midoriya smile.
"Listen up brats, next stop is ours" Aizawa announced to the class waking them up to attention.
"Once there, we will meet up with 13. She will be the one explaining today's activities and guiding you through them but don't think you can slack off just because I won't be the one doing the talking. I have eyes and ears everywhere and I WILL know if you mess up" he said before attempting to return to his post.
"ZZZ-Zzzz-ZZzzz-hngGGggh..."
The hero stopped abruptly and immediately stood up again, his quirk blazing in his eyes.
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Of love, blood and heroism
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