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"Here I am! Coming through the door! Like a normal person!" The number one hero's booming voice resounded through the classroom. Startling the occupants as their heads collectively turned towards the source of the sound. All Might in all his costumed and muscled glory was standing right in front of them.

All Might raked his eyes across the students seated in front of him. Trying to remember each one of them from what he saw in the entrance exam.

One particular student stood out that day the most. The boy was currently the only one not sporting a smile on his face at his sudden entrance. It made him pause. Usually, kids were excited to see their hero. However, this kid had a neutral expression masking his features. As if a wall separated the world from his true feelings.

He remembers seeing the teen rushing headfirst into danger to save the girl. He remembers feeling like for one moment there, his search was over. Seeing this kid ready to sacrifice everything to save another. The answer to his problems had been as clear as day.

He couldn't decide something like this on a whim though or so Nedzu said. So he decided to wait and learn more about the students in his class this year. And if he kept a closer eye on one particular green haired teen. Then no one would be the wiser.

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After introducing himself as their hero combat training teacher. All Might instructed them to get their costumes and meet him at training ground BETA.

Standing now in the boy's changing room. Izuku was questioning the design of his hero costume.

He spent many days thinking it over and after a while, it seemed logical to model his costume after his gear in the game.

Although looking at it now. He couldn't help but feel a little bit off. The support department had done a wonderful job recreating it and even improving it.

The whole thing was lined with thin, yet sturdy Kevlar. Followed by another layer of shielded material to absorb any shock or direct hit that came his way. Like his combat gear in SAO, the costume was all black. Lined with white and some red. The last part was added to his belt as a token from Shinshi's own gear.

All in all, his costume consisted of black knee padded pants with a black belt lined with red and a silver buckle. A black V-neck shirt lined with a black padded breastplate. He wore it underneath an equally dark trench coat with white lining going down the sleeves. The coat was a perfect replica, reminiscing of the one he wore in SAO. Two straps crisscrossed across his chest and went over his shoulders and under his sides respectively. The straps were there in order to hold his two swords on his back. He had black combat boots tucked tightly on his feet and black fingerless gloves, that were padded for heat and friction resistance. His elbows also adorned blackguards to protect his joints.

His support items were safely tucked in small pouches on his belt. A couple of throwing blades and knives. Followed by first-aid items, capture led-lined tapes, and emergency goggles.

Satisfied with his final appearance and trying to ignore the dread he felt when looking at his almost too familiar costume. He followed the rest of the students out onto the training facility.

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Walking out into the sun-lit clearing, he couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

Nevertheless, he kept his head held high as he crossed the field to wait with the other students that were already there.

"Midoriya!" Uraraka's voice sounded from behind him. The girl finally calling him by his real name instead of the nickname she'd heard from Bakugou earlier that day. He supposed he didn't mind it so much anymore but still...He had explained to her anyway that he preferred being called by his real name. "You look so cool! You have like this whole mysterious Bad-ass vibe going on!" She exclaimed.