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Despite the debacle in the classroom caused by one spiteful, vengeful, Todoroki who came straight from hell to haunt him, the remaining homeroom was rather peaceful. Izuku got even more odd looks from his classmates than before, and he could feel Kacchan positively fuming, but he had decided to live his life on false pretences, and pretend that everything was normal.
Eventually, homeroom came to a near end and Aizawa prepared to go to his next class. Izuku hadn’t thought to ask before about his own work, but he suddenly found himself a bit worried for his dad, so he discreetly walked up to the man, avoiding the attention of his various classmates who had now split off into groups to talk.
Shota, who was watching Izuku approach, smiled at him. “What’s up, kid?”
Izuku returned the smile and tilted his head. “I know you have to go to your other classes in a minute, but I realised I hadn’t thought to ask about how you feel about them?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, have you told them what’s going on, are you confused about what you’re meant to be teaching them, things like that. Basically, are you adjusting okay?”
Shota wore a considering expression while physically stopping himself from petting Izuku’s hair in appreciation of his child’s considerate nature.
“It was a bit of an adjustment but I spoke to Nezu about it when we met with him yesterday after you left. He let me know what the classes had already covered in the syllabus. I’ve been teaching this stuff for years, so for the most part I was fine after the reminder.”
Izuku relaxed, relieved.
“I didn’t tell them about the time travel though. 1-A would have found out because they’re your friends, and are already involved, but the other classes don’t need to know.” he shook his head. “It wouldn’t do them any good anyway. They’d be worrying over something that will never happen. Plus, a lot of it is confidential.”
Some others had noticed the conversation by now and piped in.
“Your change in demeanour wasn’t all that obvious anyway Sensei. We might not have known anything was wrong if you didn’t say something!”
Jiro nodded. “Hagakure’s right. Chances are, his other classes didn’t even notice something was wrong. If anything, they probably assumed Mic-sensei stole his coffee again and he was just tired.”
Izuku saw the evil thoughts that appeared in his dad’s eye at the reminder of the coffee theft that occurred two years ago for him. His classmates smiled at them innocently. Izuku shivered. How many times had he missed the evil glint before becoming close with the man? His actual fifteen year-old self would have also been smiling innocently with the rest of the class.
Shota checked his watch. “I need to go now. Be good for all your teachers. Except Mic.”
The class laughed and waved as he left the room. Izuku smiled and went to take his seat, but was stopped by his phone pinging. He slipped his phone out of his pocket to read the message then put it on silent. The contact name and picture made him smile as he pulled up the message.
Dad:
Forgot to remind you about the second meeting after school today.
Ah. Yes Izuku had forgotten. In his defence he had been very emotionally compromised lately and a lot of his brain power was being used up by that. He sent a smile and thumbs up emoji before slipping his phone away and waiting for the next teacher to walk in. Time for another day of classes. With a glance at Katsuki, he wondered about how their practical heroics class would go.
~~~~~~
“Midori! You have to help us with all our assignments now!”
The class had dressed in their hero costumes (Izuku nearly cried) and were walking towards gym Gamma. Ashido and Kaminari were keeping step with Izuku. They had somehow noticed his lighter than usual note-taking and asked him about it, prompting Izuku to remind them that he’d already completed the majority of his first year.
“Yeah, Midoriya, you’ve seen all the tests, so you know all the answers. C’mon, help some buddies out?”
The two continued ribbing at him, but it had actually caught the attention of the other classmates. “Oh yeah, Midoriya?” Izuku turned his head to look backwards at Todoroki. “Don’t you technically have two year’s worth of actual field experience as a hero now?”
The class paused, and all their heads eerily turned to face Izuku, who was sweating at their hungry gazes, before drooping sadly. “Remember how we said the fighting went on for six months?”
The class drooped with him. “Oh…”
His eyebrows dipped sadly. “There wasn’t really… anyone to save after that. No need for heroes.”
The class stewed in thought as they entered the gym.
Midoriya tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Though, while only six months of the two year period was with active hero work, I still did hero work throughout most of this year on work studies and stuff. I do have around a year and a half’s worth of practical experience so maybe it isn’t too far off.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, young boy! The kind of power you displayed yesterday is a testament to the incredible amount of work you put into your growth as a hero!”
Izuku went wide-eyed and gaped, warring feelings of awe and nostalgia filling his chest. He never thought he’d be able to see All Might again, much less the inflated version. He felt stars fill his eyes, not unlike when he first met his mentor.
Bakugo shoulder checked Izuku as he walked past and grumbled. “You’re acting like you’ve never met the damn guy even though you’ve apparently got his quirk.”
Izuku was about to defend himself before remembering his classmates didn’t know about All Might’s deflated form.
All Might turned to face Bakugo. “Now young Bakugo, let’s not push our classmates around like that.”
Bakugo just let out a “Tch” and kept walking to the side of the group.
All Might watched Bakugo walk with an odd expression before he turned to face the rest of the class to begin their lesson.
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Practical heroics class that day had the class split into quarters. Two quarters of the class would fight each other, while the remaining half of the class were told to analyse the fighting and the teamwork as the sole focus, without worrying about anything like property damage, hence them being in a gym instead of one of the school’s grounds.
Izuku had whipped out his old hero analysis book with glee (“Bro, where did it come from?” “Bro, I don’t know.”) and jittered on the spot. The urge to write down his thoughts at light speed was one that had gone ignored, as he and his dad never settled in one spot, meaning they couldn’t carry things like notebooks and pens around. However, now he was able to do just that again. It made him more excited than he thought it realistically should. .
He flipped through past chapters, thinking of the updates he could make with his own experiences and new knowledge. Especially for his classmates, who had made techniques that don’t currently exist, and some of whom had had quirk awakenings in the two months they had lived for. It was definitely something he should bring up at some point, at least to one of the teachers. They might not want him to give away all the answers, but it may be helpful anyway. He’d have to see.
In his excitement, he’d missed the class being divided, and was disappointed to find he’d be fighting first. He sighed sadly, and tucked the book away (“Where did it go?!” “Bro, I don’t know?!”). He would have to do some analysis writing later.
He walked over to his team of five, who cheered and greeted him with high-fives, which were happily returned. He turned to smile at the other team in excitement at the exercise to notice them all looking down despondently.
Sato slumped. “We’re doomed.”
Aoyama nodded along in fear. “Oui. I never expected to stare at death in the face so young, but I fear today is the end for us.”
Momo placed a hand on her cheek worryingly.
“Revelry in the dark.”
“Yup, kero.”
Izuku blinked. Why were they acting the same way they did when his dad gave special classes? Wait, no, why were they acting worse? Asui, Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami almost never joined in on the dramatics. Was there something about the exercise he’d missed?
He turned to face his team again only to see them facing him all smiley, faces comically relaxed. He could almost see the flowers beaming off them, directly contrasting the gloom from the other team.
“...Am I missing something?”
The four smiling faces of Kaminari, Uraraka, Ojiro, and Kirishima drew out an immensely pleased sounding “Nope~”
He blinked again. “Okay… do we want to make a plan?”
“Nope~”
Izuku narrowed his eyes confusedly, before looking at the rest of the class. They were looking at him. It was only then that Izuku’s brain cells came online, eyes widening in realisation. “Oh.”
He turned to All Might. “Um, All Might? Maybe you should give me a percentage limit.”
He coughed. “That would be wise… maybe 25%?”
Izuku’s eyes bogged out of his head. “That’s a lot, are you sure?”
Immediately, sounds of protest came from the onlookers. “What do you mean 25% is a lot?” demanded Bakugo.
“Uh… you do remember I’ve technically had All Might’s quirk for nearly three years?”
Bakugo stepped forward in challenge. “Yeah, but just because you’re at the same strength as him, doesn’t mean we can’t beat 25%. Don’t get an ego just because you launched a puny ball into orbit.”
All Might nearly deflated in surprise. “Um… orbit did you say?”
Bakugo faltered. “Yes?”
All Might turned to the rest of the crowd. “And that was the same shot that created the sonic boom and changed the weather?”
The class nodded.
All Might turned to look wide-eyed at Izuku before turning back to Bakugo. “...My boy, while I could probably have sent a ball into orbit in my prime, it definitely wouldn’t have caused that kind of atmospheric interference. Rockets don’t change the weather when they leave the atmosphere. Young Midoriya’s power without a doubt has far surpassed my prime.”
The team opposite Izuku’s fell to the floor in defeat. “Doomed.” Sato repeated. Bakugo’s hands smoked as he stood stock still, uncomprehending of All Might’s words.
Izuku wrung his hands nervously. “I think I’ll stick to 15%..?” He didn’t want to insult his friends, but he was comparing his own power levels to All Might’s. More specifically, his practical exam with Kacchan. All Might definitely wasn’t going all out, even with the addition of the cuffs. If Izuku had to guess, he was using around 45%, which is nearly exactly what Izuku had figured out his 15% was. It would be tough for the other team, but as the class was already preparing for their exams, he figured a group of five would be able to win.
Of course, that was discounting his other quirks. He had used Fa Jin to aid his launch of the ball, but… it was overkill. He would have gotten the same result, albeit slower, with One for All on its own.
Izuku channelled his inner hero and smiled warmly at the team on the floor while the class reeled. “Let’s have a good match.”
They averted their eyes. Izuku felt Uraraka’s inner demon preening at the fear caused by their team.
…
Her aura made him to join the others on the floor. Well, maybe at 15% they would beat his team and he would end up on the floor anyway! He believed in his classmates, and was really excited to be able to have classes with them again. He hoped they were able to learn a lot together from now on.