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Assistant: Title: Revolution in Green
        Author: Zarconath Zarconath 
        Chapter: 15/78 
        Summary: All Might actually dedicates himself to becoming a better teacher, and decides to train more than just his successor before U.A. As he prepares for the future, plans by the Commission and All for One are put into motion that will ultimately rock the nation.Arcs:Pre-U.A: Chapters 1 - 9Entrance Exam and Beginning at U.A: Chapters 10 - 17USJ: Chapters 18 - 23Sports Festival: Chapters 24 - 32Internships: Chapters 33 - 41Final Exams: Chapters 42 - 47Summer Camp: Chapters 48 - 53Provisional Exam: Chapters 54 - 59Work-Studies: Chapters 60 - 70Cultural Festival: Chapters 71 -Updates every other Friday.Now with a TvTropes page!
        Contents: Chapter 15: Faulty Expectations
    

    

        
          
          
            Aizawa gets a much needed talking to and the first day of heroism training begins with a bang.
          
        

      
        
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  “I get that you’re frustrated, Third, but he’s still way too new to bring him here.” A woman’s voice rang out clearly, startling Izuku from his slumber. He was still drained from his visit with Recovery Girl earlier, and so kept his eyes closed, hoping to slip back into unconsciousness.
 
  “That’s what First says, but he also says I need to agree for him to use my quirk and that obviously hasn’t happened. What else is he wrong about?” A man’s harsh voice sounded to his left. Izuku idly wondered who was talking so loudly while he was trying to sleep. The voices were almost familiar, names on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.
 
  “I’m pretty sure First didn’t say that it was impossible to bring him here, just that we shouldn’t. First wanted to ease him in slowly.” Neither of these voices were those of his classmates. They both sounded older. Had he passed out in Recovery Girl’s office?
 
  “What’s the worst that could happen, Seventh?” No, no he vaguely remembered walking back to the dorm with Kyoka, although basically nothing after getting back to the dorm. Maybe he was passed out in the common room?
 
  “Well, he could think he’s having a psychotic break from reality? The stress could cause him to 
  
    actually
  
   have a psychotic break from reality?” Izuku’s mind finally started to catch up with the conversation going on around him. Who were they talking about? Him?
 
  “Eh, he should just toughen up. He’s going to need to or else he’s going to have a bad time.” Yeah, that sounded like things people had been saying about him for a long time. 
 
  “I’m still inclined to think that First was telling the truth about him getting our quirks, and you just want to help him out. Give him a few pointers, that sort of thing.” Wait, someone else was able to give quirks? Izuku thought that only All Might, and now himself, were able to do that with One For All. He tried to roll over and open his eyes to figure out who was speaking, but quickly found out that he wasn’t able to do either.
 
  “No idea what you’re talking about.” Panic surged through Izuku as he desperately tried to move any part of his body at all. He had a vague sense of where his body was, but it felt distant, hazy.
 
  “Well, given that you’re here without Second, have apparently agreed to share your quirk, and were always more idealistic than Second, it all just kinda fits together.” Deciding that it certainly couldn’t hurt, Izuku reached for One For All to see if that would help him move, and found just the barest hint of its power available to him. Were he able to move, he would have been thrashing about in pure terror at this point.
 
  “Did you feel that?” The man asked in the same instant that Izuku felt the energy of One For All trickle into his body, uncertainty tingeing his gravelly voice and suddenly sounding much further away than before.
 
  “And now you’ve done it.” The woman muttered. In a tone that attempted to be soothing, she continued. “It’s alright, Ninth, there’s no need to panic.” Ninth? Izuku was the ninth holder of One For All. Did she know about the quirk? All Might had said it was a secret that only a few knew about: Nezu, Recovery Girl, and three others. They called each other Third and Seventh, and referenced First and Second, and that was more people than should know about One For All. The only thing that made sense in context was them being previous holders of the quirk, but that was impossible. They were all dead except for All Might.
 
  Head still somewhat fuzzy from being rudely awakened and uncertain of where he was and what these people wanted from him, Izuku panicked. He pulled as deeply on One For All as he ever had in his life and thrashed. Or at least, he tried to thrash. No part of his body would obey him.
 
  “Ninth, stop! It’s ok, we’re not going to hurt you!” The woman’s voice sounded worried, but she could be a fantastic actor, and Izuku felt an indistinct hand fall on his shoulder. “Look at what you’ve done, Third!” A distant grunt was the only response from the man, presumably Third. Izuku merely increased his struggling, trying with every ounce of his might to move even a finger.
 
  With a sickly ripping sensation, pain flaring through his entire body, he managed to open his right eye. Izuku found himself somewhere far from the dorms that he expected, instead in a vast, empty blackness. The space was lit evenly, if dimly, although it was unclear where exactly the light was coming from. Even the small amount of light that was present was enough to drive a spike of pain through his skull.
 
  What he saw made almost no sense to him at first. A woman who looked all the world like Nana Shimura knelt in front of him with her arm extended to rest on his shoulder. However, a glance at his own body showed that he was entirely shrouded in smoke, presumably why he was unable to move. Another figure, presumably the man that had spoken earlier, stood a ways away from Izuku, far enough away that his features remained indistinct.
 
  “It’s going to be ok, little Ninth. This is all part of One For All, but we didn’t want to bring you here quite so soon. Right now, you’re asleep, but you are going to wake up soon.” Something shifted, and the view that Izuku had began to fade out. “Sooner than I thought.” The woman muttered. Her voice began to fade out along with the landscape. “As you can use One For All better, we’ll bring you back and explain more. Tell Toshi that I’m proud of him and that he’s doing great, and so are you!”
 
  Izuku’s eyes snapped open, his early morning alarm going off as he lay in his dorm room bed staring at his ceiling. He had thrown his covers and sheets off of him in the middle of the night, had somehow managed to shift his bed at least a foot away from the wall into the middle of the room, and was covered in a sheen of sweat. Wiping himself off, Izuku sat up and inspected himself, finding no damage to his body anywhere, despite drawing on as much of One For All as he could manage in his dream.
 
  Remembering his dream, he jumped out of bed and began writing everything that he could remember in his analysis notebook under the heading of “One For All?” The more he wrote, the more foolish he felt. This was likely just a remarkably vivid dream, brought on by the stress and effort of the day before. By the time that he had finished writing everything that he remembered, Izuku had nearly decided to keep this to himself and see how things played out in the future.
 
  His stomach growled, and he realized that he had probably never eaten dinner the night before. He certainly didn’t remember anything after getting back to the dorm. At best he could only find vague memories of Kyoka helping him up to his room. He should really thank her, although he might have difficulties meeting her eyes after some of the things he dreamed that he said to her. His cheeks reddened as he remembered his earlier dream.
 
  There was no way he actually said those things. He refused to believe he had; prayed that he had not. If Izuku had actually said those things to her, she might very well refuse to ever speak with him again. Perhaps he should eat a little something to clear his mind before beginning his morning workout. 
 
  Izuku found his way to his bathroom to better clean off the sweat from the night before and froze as he looked in the mirror. His right eye was massively bloodshot, although clearing up even as he looked in the mirror, and his eyelid appeared to be somewhat bruised. How does someone bruise an eyelid? 
 
  The worry about his supposed dream came flaring back. He’d have to find time to talk with All Might at some point today. Returning to his room to check his phone, he found that in addition to a missed call and texts from his mother, Toshinori had texted him the previous night asking how he was feeling and to meet after school today to discuss more of what happened yesterday. Perfect. Now Izuku had something potentially more important to talk about, and hopefully it would distract from the issue with Aizawa.
 
  And maybe Toshinori would even have some advice on what happened. Between the oddities in his own personal training yesterday and this dream, something was happening with One For All, and Izuku wanted to be armed with as much knowledge as possible.
 
  ---
 
  As Vice Principal, Shota had gotten used to Nezu calling him in for meetings at all hours of the day and night. His own sleep schedule was fragmented at best, and none of the faculty were particularly sure whether Nezu himself even needed to sleep. Thankfully, the rat had the common courtesy to respect the hours that Shota had set aside for his patrols and teaching obligations. 
 
  That still didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating to receive a request to meet with Nezu in his office an hour before homeroom started. There was much that he wanted to get done in that time, not least of which was to sneak in another nap to be ready for the day ahead. He approached the principal’s office with an air of resignation. He’d just have to forego his nap. There was always more administrative work to be done after all.
 
  Shota was certainly not expecting for All Might to be joining this meeting with him and Nezu. Currently in his shrunken form, the number one hero was scowling as Shota entered the room, standing near Nezu’s desk. Perhaps he had found himself on the wrong side of one of Nezu’s dressing-downs. Those were always an unpleasant experience, and one that Shota was generally eager to avoid.
 
  “Ah, Aizawa, please, come in and have a seat.” Nezu was off to the side of the room, brewing tea for himself and Yagi. The rat knew that Shota never took tea, subsisting primarily on coffee and jelly packets throughout the day. His tone, however, was just a hair too cheerful for the atmosphere in the room. Had All Might not been present, Shota would not have noticed, but with Yagi’s sunken eyes drilling into him, the inflection of Nezu’s voice set him on edge. The rat claimed to have never truly grasped human emotions and social niceties, but Shota had never been able to tell if his slips were intentional or not.
 
  Now thoroughly on guard, Shota cautiously stepped forward to the empty chair in front of Nezu’s desk and sat down. It would be illogical to not do as Nezu asked in a situation like this. As he settled into the seat, Nezu brought over two steaming cups of tea, one for himself and one for Yagi. If Shota had not had a large number of conversations with Nezu about his preference for coffee, he would almost be insulted.
 
  As it was though, it was All Might who began the conversation. “Aizawa, we need to have a conversation about Izuku Midoriya.” Ah, of course All Might would come to the defense of one of his students. Unwilling, no doubt, to admit that he had made a mistake in choosing the boy to join the scouting program. “I had tried to speak to you about this before class began, and I assumed that speaking this morning would be sufficient. I was wrong.”
 
  “I don’t particularly care about your excuses for him, All Might. At first I thought he was simply trying to skate by on a powerful quirk, not taking things seriously. But then I find out that he can only use five percent of his power? That sort of attitude won’t cut it in the real world.” Shota felt the pressure of Yagi’s glare grow sharper, but pushed on anyway. “He needs a reality check, especially after his past several years at Aldera. Who knows what sort of quirkist nonsense they filled his head with.” At the edge of his hearing it sounded like Nezu was growling, but the principal never gave into his more animalistic urges. It must have been something from outside.
 
  “I see.” Shota tried to meet Yagi’s eyes, but found the pressure too intense. Was this what villains felt when encountering All Might? Why was he so upset? “Humor me for a moment, Aizawa. Let’s try a hypothetical situation, shall we?” Shota rolled his eyes, trying to look unperturbed by the palpable anger coming from the man. He glanced towards Nezu and found no support from the stone faced rodent. Might as well get it over with, then. He motioned to Yagi to continue.
 
  “First, you are obviously familiar with the case of Aldera Middle School.” Shota nodded impatiently. “Then I would ask you how you think a quirkless student would be treated at such a place.”
 
  “Poorly.” Shota squinted, trying to figure out how this line of questioning related to Midoriya.
 
  “That’s an understatement. Years of abuse and bullying not just from their fellow students, but also from their teachers. No one in a position of power that they could go to for respite. Even the strongest willed student would be beaten down in this environment. How would you imagine that student would fare in high school?” As an educator, Shota bristled at the implication that his fellow teachers would aid and abet the abuse of any student.
 
  “Again, poorly." Shota was willing to leave it there, but Nezu motioned for him to continue. "In all likelihood their status as a social pariah would continue. Even if they were able to start anew, their social inexperience and lack of trust in their teachers and administration would only hold them back.”
 
  “Indeed, trust in their teachers and school in general is paramount.” All Might nodded as if this were a fundamental point. “Keep this in mind as we talk about young Midoriya, hm?” Again, Shota nodded impatiently. 
 
  “I advise you to take this seriously, Aizawa.” Nezu’s stern voice rang out. It would be so much easier to take things seriously if they told him how this related to Midoriya.
 
  “I don’t see what this has to do with my student.” Shota replied testily. “Yes, Aldera was a hellhole. But if anything, I would be more worried about Midoriya picking up the quirkist ideals of the administration than anything else.”
 
  All Might took a deep breath before looking to Nezu. The principal simply slid a small file folder across the desk to Shota. Warily, Shota picked up the file and began flipping through it. “This is just Midoriya’s file. I’ve already looked through it.”
 
  “Obviously not in any detail.” Yagi nearly growled through clenched teeth before centering himself. “Go back to the first page and read it carefully. Do not skim or skip anything.” 
 
  Shota sighed, but at a glare from Nezu, began reading again. Name, date of birth, schooling history, all as he remembered. The picture of Midoriya at the top from his middle school must not have been updated in some time, as the child shown in the picture was far smaller than the muscular boy in his class. Thankfully U.A would update the picture soon. He wasn’t surprised that a quirkist school like Aldera would have issues with the basic running of a school.
 
  Moving on he looked through the basic information of the boy’s quirk. He normally skimmed this section as he felt he could get a better feel for his students’ quirks based on how they used them in the entrance exam and on his quirk assessments. 
 
  Name: Superpower. Some quirk specialist on the verge of retirement obviously came up with that name. 
 
  Description: Energy stockpiling quirk. It allowed Midoriya to draw on the stockpile to enhance his physical characteristics. The rate of accrual was far faster than any possible rate of withdrawal, which nicely removed one of the main drawbacks of a stockpiling quirk. The boy really hit it out of the park with this quirk.
 
  Then he got to materials that made his eyes widen. The stockpiling had been occurring since birth. This meant that at age four, he would already have four years of energy built up in his stockpile. Given the level of strength that Midoriya had demonstrated with just twenty percent of his maximum, how could he have contained it as a four year old? 
 
  His answer was provided on the very next line. The date of manifestation was just a hair under two months ago. A footnote stated that the quirk had remained dormant until Midoriya had enough muscle mass to handle even a few percent of his quirk’s full power to protect his body. Shota felt the blood drain from his face as the implications hit him. 
 
  Midoriya was not the apple of Aldera’s eye, riding high and easy with a strong, flashy quirk. He had not spent the last eleven years disregarding learning his own quirk; he had spent the last eleven years believing that he 
  
    didn’t have
  
   a quirk. The level of control that he had with his quirk, along with the self-awareness to know his own limits, looked wholly different knowing that he hadn’t had even two months to work with his quirk. When it came to control, he was more of a toddler than a high schooler.
 
  F@ck.
 
  Shota’s mind wasn’t done rearranging what he thought he knew, though. The hypothetical situation that Yagi had laid out was not so hypothetical after all. Midoriya must have suffered for years at Aldera. And then the first teacher for him to encounter at high school assumed that he had quirkist tendencies, ran completely rough-shod over his objections, and forced him to injure himself so he could “know his limits.” A pit began forming in his stomach as just how badly he had screwed up became obvious.
 
  “Ah, you’ve found it.” Yagi’s voice was quiet and soft, but with steel underneath.
 
  “Yeah.” His throat was parched. Sh@t. This was right there in front of him in black and white. How could he have missed this? “I f@ck@d up, didn’t I?”
 
  “Quite.” Nezu still sounded as chipper as ever. Shota had been expecting him to sound disappointed, but this was worse. “You have made an exceptionally poor first impression, not just on Midoriya, but on other members of his class as well, I would expect.” Shota winced. The rat was right. It was highly likely that Midoriya would be pressured into explaining why his quirk hurt him, and then it would all come out. “You will need to apologize, of course, and do better by Midoriya going forward.” Shota nodded glumly, unsure if he would ever be able to make this up to the boy, if he would ever be able to earn his trust back. 
 
  Nezu continued. “Your methods have produced remarkable heroes in the time you’ve been here, but in my review of your work, you seem to have become more and more demanding over the past years. I wonder just how many potential heroes you have personally steered away from the profession.” Shota didn’t have an immediate answer for that. Most of his expulsions were undone relatively quickly, but he knew that many of those students washed out on their own. He had always taken that as a confirmation of his original judgment, but now All Might and Nezu had planted the seed of doubt in his mind. “Further, I understand your desire to test your students before knowing too much about them to reduce your own bias, but you have apparently failed to realize that you can be biased even without knowing anything about them.”
 
  “Sir?”
 
  “Don’t worry. I’ve rearranged your schedule for this afternoon and evening for a class on anchoring, expectation, and egocentric biases, how they manifest in a pedagogical environment, and how to combat them. Taught, of course, by yours truly.” Now Shota understood the chipper tone to Nezu’s voice. It was important to recognize that the principal was still a predator, no matter his finely tailored suit. And right now, Shota felt very keenly what it meant to be prey. 
 
  “Additionally, I’ll help go through your schedule with you and reduce your patrol time so we have time for further classes as the year goes on. I know that being Vice Principal takes up more time than you might be used to, and altering your teaching style will take yet more time. And if you think to find a way out of this,” The principal bared his teeth, a harsh facsimile of a smile, “Remember that you are still on administrative review.”
 
  ---
 
  The first actual day of school was far more normal than Kyoka had been expecting, and she was thankful for it. Aside from Aizawa showing up late to homeroom and looking somewhat paler than the day before, the rest of the morning went well. Their classes were more or less the same as her middle school classes, only more difficult. Advanced Algebra and Geometry with Ectoplasm, in particular, based on the syllabus, seemed like it was going to be a real problem for her. 
 
  The only other difference was, of course, that the courses were taught by professional heroes. Not that Izuku would let her forget that, of course. He kept dragging the conversation at lunch back to heroes and the like, at least until they were joined by what was becoming their standard group of friends: Uraraka, Shoji, Honenuki, and Yaoyorozu. She was thankful both for the distraction, and that Izuku seemed to have forgotten his behavior from yesterday at the dorms. She didn’t think she could look him in the eyes if he had wanted to talk about it. The way that Uraraka kept glancing at her with a smile playing at her lips was bad enough, and made Kyoka blush a little every time she noticed.
 
  Kyoka really didn’t want to think about whether or not Izuku meant half the things he said and knew that there was no way he meant the other half. He must have really been out of it if he thought she was that attractive. Add on to that the surprise that had been his room the night before, and she was feeling all out of sorts with regard to her friend and crush. She desperately wanted to believe that he had similar feelings for her as she had for him. The logical part of her brain was yelling at her that he did, that all evidence pointed that way, but the traitorous, anxious part of her brain could only wonder why he hadn’t made any moves or comments aside from when he was out of his right mind. She resolved to push these questions to the side until she could dedicate more time to working her way through them.
 
  Her attempts to ignore her green conundrum were aided by the entire afternoon being dedicated to Fundamentals of Heroics, and starting with combat training. It seemed a little premature to Kyoka to start with something so advanced, but she supposed they had a lot to learn and not much time to learn it in, as Aizawa had said the day before.
 
  Unfortunately for her anxiety, they were holding their class today in costume. She knew, on some level, that some hero costumes, for both male and female heroes, were skintight. Kyoka wasn’t expecting, however, for roughly half of her female classmates’ costumes to be skintight, and all of them to be so g@dd@mn attractive. Seriously, she was glad that Shiozaki, Kendo, and Pony were in her class, even if Kendo’s costume did show off basically all of her legs.
 
  Immediately upon leaving the locker room and entering training ground beta, she scanned the area for Izuku, finding him standing and chatting with Shoji and Honenuki off to one side of the group. His costume was not as revealing as some of the other boys in the class (seriously why wasn’t Kirishima wearing a shirt) but it was still quite flattering on the boy. He wore a dark green jumpsuit with black highlights, white gloves, and a red belt and shoes. It was slightly baggy, but still fitted enough to show off that he was built.
 
  In Kyoka’s opinion, it was by far the best costume of the bunch, and she very much liked him wearing it. No, she wasn’t biased, not at all. They had discussed costumes with each other, but each had focused on their own costume for the time being. She had had the idea to add speakers to her wrists in addition to her boots, though, in her conversations with Izuku, and wasn’t sure why the idea hadn’t occurred to her earlier.
 
  Shortly after she arrived at the training grounds, Izuku saw her through the crowd and made a beeline straight towards her, an odd expression on his face. “Aizawa’s been looking at me funny.” Izuku wisely spoke at a low volume so no one else around them could hear, but wariness was heavy in his voice.
 
  A quick glance towards the man revealed him to be watching the class at a distance, eyes lidded with apparent disinterest. “How can you tell?”
 
  “Experience.” Izuku’s voice was flat and emotionless to her ears, but his heart rate kicked up a notch as he said this. Kyoka decided not to follow up that line of questioning any further right now, and try a different tact. 
 
  “Do you think Yagi talked with him?” Aizawa had been late to homeroom this morning, which seemed out of character for him. On the other hand, they had only known the man for a few days, and so it was hard to tell exactly what he was like based on so little information. 
 
  “I don’t know.” Izuku sounded genuinely distressed at this. “If Yagi confronted him, he could be holding a grudge. I need to watch out for that.” Kyoka’s face must have shown her confusion, because Izuku continued. “Teachers don’t like being made to look like fools, and they usually take it out on whoever caused it.” He paused again before adding, “It’s happened before.”
  
  Any response that Kyoka might have had was cut off by All Might entering the training grounds. “
  I am here… to teach you how to be heroes!
  ” Wait, she thought that Aizawa was going to be their heroics teacher. Kyoka glanced towards Izuku, but found him just as surprised as she was, practically vibrating with excitement, his earlier anxiety nowhere to be found. Apparently already knowing the number one hero did nothing to quell his fanboying. The rest of the class had broken out into excited murmurs that were quickly squashed by Eraserhead glaring at them with his quirk flaring.
 
  “Beginning this year, All Might will be assisting in the first year heroics courses. I am the main instructor but All Might will be running the class. I will, of course, step in when necessary. 
  
    Don’t
  
   make it necessary.” Chastened nods all around seemed to satisfy Aizawa. “Take it away, All Might.”
 
  “
  Of course, Aizawa!
  ” Kyoka knew from experience that this was just a persona that All Might put on, but she wished he would be a bit quieter when teaching. English class with Present Mic was bad enough. “
  Despite what you may think, the most dangerous and important combat situations you will encounter are not in public or outdoors, but inside, in the lairs of the villains themselves. Today, we want to get a good feeling for your capabilities in combat situations as a whole. Therefore, we will be holding two v. two indoor combat trials in the form of hero versus villain simulations!
  ”
 
  This was a bit beyond what Kyoka had assumed they would be doing today. She had expected that maybe they would be introduced to theory, or maybe step through some common modes of combat, not fighting each other in teams when they barely knew each other.
 
  “
  In real life you will often not choose who you are partnered with, having to work with whatever other heroes are on scene. As such, we will be determining the two-person teams by the drawing of lots. Once we have the teams determined, I will describe the exercise.
  ” All Might held out a box with various b@lls labeled A through J, and allowed each member of the class to pick one out. Quickly enough the teams were formed:
 
  Team A: Sen Kaibara and Setsuna Tokage
 
  Team B: Togaru Kamakiri and Koji Koda
 
  Team C: Hiryu Rin and Yui Kodai
 
  Team D: Eijiro Kirishima and Yosetsu Awase
 
  Team E: Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka
 
  Team F: Kyoka Jiro and Momo Yaoyorozu
 
  Team G: Shoto Todoroki and Juzo Honenuki
 
  Team H: Pony Tsunotori and Ibara Shiozaki
 
  Team I: Mezo Shoji and Mina Ashido
 
  Team J: Fumikage Tokoyami and Itsuka Kendo
 
  Kyoka was disappointed that she wasn’t on a team with Izuku, but glad that they were at least both on a team with a friend. She chuckled a bit at the team pairing the stoic, quiet Shoji with the ever energetic Ashido.
 
  “
  Now, the scenario is as follows. The villains have procured a nuclear bomb and hidden it somewhere within their base. The heroes have fifteen minutes to find the weapon and disable it. The victory conditions for each side are as follows: the heroes must either capture both villains using the capture tape provided, or find and touch the weapon. The villains must either capture both heroes, or last the entire fifteen minutes without the heroes winning.
  ” All Might seemed to be reciting the rules as if he had memorized a script. Kyoka supposed it was better than actually reading from a script in class.
 
  “Isn’t this a little extreme for our first training?” Kendo was the one to voice what Kyoka had been feeling. “Nuclear bombs don’t seem like they are an everyday occurrence.”
 
  “
  Correct you are, young Kendo. However, the broad strokes of this exercise are applicable to many situations. The target need not be a bomb or a weapon, but could be a server, a cache of money, or a hostage. We like to keep things exciting here at U.A, though, so for today, it is a bomb.
  ” Kendo nodded, apparently satisfied with this response. “
  Are there any other questions?
  ” Seeing no further questions from the class, All Might turned to Aizawa. “
  Would you like to do the honors of selecting the first teams?
  ”
 
  Eraserhead rolled his eyes, but stepped forward to select two of the b@lls. “The first match will be Team A as heroes versus Team D as villains. All Might will show these two teams to their prep areas. The rest of you, follow me to the observation room.”
 
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  The building in front of them was indistinguishable from any small office building anywhere in the country, but Sen supposed that was the point. The other team had been given time to prepare their defense of the weapon, and since Yo was on the villain team, it was likely to be quite well secured indeed. His partner, Tokage, was reviewing the floorplan of the building in front of them. Sensible, given her quirk and abilities for quick, efficient reconnaissance.
 
  “Just to make sure we know each other’s quirks, I can rotate any part of my body.” Sen let his right hand spin at full speed as an example. “With the right leverage I can hit hard and move fast.”
 
  Tokgae nodded thoughtfully. “Not bad. I can split my body into different parts and control where they go. I can control up to around fifty parts at once, but it gets pretty difficult. It’s pretty good for scouting, though, as I can send each eye and each ear in a different direction to get an idea of what’s out there.” She’d come to the same conclusion as Sen. Good to know they agreed.
 
  “Are there any interior rooms?” Sen asked. “If so, that’s where the bomb will be. Yo knows enough about your quirk that he won’t leave the bomb in any room with windows or exterior walls.”
 
  Tokage nodded. “Makes sense. I can still scout out where that room is and let you know. It’s unlikely we’ll be able to get in, then, without a fight.”
 
  “Agreed. As for their quirks, Yo can weld any two objects together at the atomic level, and Kirishima has some sort of hardening quirk.” Setsuna didn’t have anything to add to this point, so he continued. “Obviously if we can split them up we should do so, but Yo is too smart for that. If and when it comes down to it, I think I should take Kirishima while you take Yo. I’ve fought him enough that we know each other pretty well. It’ll be about fifty-fifty if I can beat him.” Also, Sen wasn’t sure how well Setsuna would do versus Kirishima. She might be able to surprise him with the capture tape, but aside from that he didn’t think she could do a thing versus him. “I bet you’ll have a much better chance against Yo than me, and I’m confident I can take Kirishima.” The red-head was far too straight-forward in general, and if that extended to his fighting style, Sen was sure he could capitalize on it. Also, the finger drills on his costume gave him an upper hand against a hardening quirk that couldn’t be underestimated.
 
  “That’s as good a plan as any, I suppose.” The green-haired girl tossed the floorplans to the side. “I’ll figure out where they are, we’ll fight our way in, and break into the secured room. They have time on their side, so we’ll need to act fast. As long as we stay in communication, we can adjust as needed.” Sen just nodded in response. It was a simple plan, but flexible, the best sort of plan for a rapidly changing situation. “I have just one more question.”
 
  “Shoot.”
 
  Tokage shot him a lascivious look. “So, you can rotate 
  
    any
  
   body part with your quirk?” A raised eyebrow and a quick lick of her lips made it immediately obvious what she was referring to. If she thought she was being clever, she was wrong. Sen had heard this question a million times through middle school, and while the answer was ‘yes,’ it was annoying to hear it yet again.
 
  Thankfully, he was saved from having to answer by All Might announcing the beginning of the exercise. “Start scouting, I’ll work my way in from the ground floor.” 
 
  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Tokage split into at least a dozen pieces, floating up towards the higher floors of the building. Shaking his head ruefully, Sen jogged through the front door. It was likely that the other team had holed up somewhere on the higher floors, but he didn’t want to discount the possibility of them staying near the ground floor as a bluff.
 
  The first floor of the building was styled as a relatively open lobby area, making it quick and easy to check for the weapon. Satisfied that the target was not present on the first floor after two quick minutes of searching, Sen moved to the stairs up to the next floor and spoke briefly to Tokage. “First floor clear, moving up.” 
 
  A few moments passed before she responded. “Top floor is clear, I see both of them guarding an interior room on the fourth floor. Door to the room is barricaded with all sorts of furniture. North east portion of the building, three doors down from the northern staircase.” Sen grinned, breaking out into a run towards the northern side of the building as quickly as he could. “I’ve been spotted, could use a little help. Still gathering my parts.” Sen picked up the pace, arriving at the stairs and taking them three at a time. 
 
  The first thing that he saw on getting to the fourth floor was both Kirishima and Yo chasing after half of Tokage’s head, as well as one of her hands pressed to her ear where her communicator was. Why had she left her body behind? No time for questions now, he just had to follow the plan.
 
  Kirishima was the closer of the two villains to catching Tokage, which suited Sen just perfectly. Tokage quickly saw where Sen was standing and began to lead her two pursuers towards him. Kirishima was so focused on catching Tokage that he likely would not have noticed Sen if Yo hadn’t called out a warning. As it was, Sen was still able to tackle him to the ground, taking him out of the chase for Tokage, but unable to quickly pin or capture the boy.
 
  Grappling was not something that Sen had much experience in, preferring to end his spars with solid blows rather than getting bogged down in such close quarters. Also, since he had mostly sparred against Yo, any grappling would simply have opened him up to Yo’s quirk, something he always tried to keep in mind.
 
  He quickly found that Kirishima had no such lack of experience, and was perfectly capable of using his quirk to form sharp edges that were quite difficult to avoid in a wrestling match. Sen quickly spun his arms and legs to surprise Kirishima into loosening his grip, before pushing away and bouncing back to his feet. This was more up his alley. A straight up punching match.
 
  “Heh, clever. But I’m not going to let you go that easily.” Kirishima had a broad smile on his face as he pushed himself to his feet. “It wouldn’t be very manly to let my opponent get away, now would it?” Did this guy use any adjectives other than ‘manly’? Well, he must, considering he used ‘clever’ earlier, but still. Sen shook his head. Neither the time nor the place.
 
  Without waiting for his foe to fully get to his feet, Sen launched himself forward, hands and fingers spinning, going for a knock-out blow as quickly as possible. Using leverage from a spinning leg, Sen shot forward as if from a cannon, spinning fist striking Kirishima solidly in the gut. Unfortunately, the strike hurt Sen far more than Kirishima, as the red-haired boy had managed to harden his entire torso in time, and it felt roughly the same as punching the canyon wall all those months ago. The only visible difference it made was Kirishima sliding backwards a few inches from the force of the strike.
 
  “Ha, you’ll need to do better than that!” Sen skipped back a few steps to avoid the boy’s counter punch, an artless swing with a hardened fist that would have more than rattled him if it had connected. Alright, perhaps Sen had underestimated Kirishima. Regardless, Tokage wouldn’t have fared any better, and he had a few tricks up his sleeves after all. It would require a bit of setup though.
 
  “Your funeral.” Jumping forward back towards his foe, Sen kept up a steady barrage of strikes, punches, and kicks, none with quite the force of his first attempt, but enough to keep Kirishima off balance. His finger drill support pieces were useful, and did seem to cause some discomfort even when his opponent was hardened. It was useful to use finger strikes to help goad Kirishima in the direction he wanted, to the south and west, away from the weapon. He just had to hope that Tokage was enough to deal with Yo. 
 
  Kirishima was focused entirely on defense for the time being. “C’mon man, you can’t win a fight by just defending.” Kirishima, of course, took the bait, and focused on striking back where and when he could. He had remarkable control over the degree of hardness of any part of his body, and could snap from relaxed to jagged and rocky in an instant. What Kirishima lacked, though, was experience in a fight. Sen could tell that he was a brawler at heart, trying to overwhelm his opponent with strength and endurance. Well, that wouldn’t work here, as Sen could easily sidestep and edge around all of his attacks. “Is this really the best you’ve got? Not very manly, is it?” Sen taunted, aiming to continue to rile him up and get him to ignore his surroundings.
 
  Sen hoped he hadn’t lost too much time in getting Kirishima to where he wanted him: in the center of what was meant to be a large conference room. Recalling the floorplan, this was one of the rooms the furthest from the support columns holding the building up. A spinning kick to Kirishima’s side lifted the boy off the ground and backwards, shocking the boy and leading to his stumbling on the landing with a grunt. 
 
  There was a moment of hesitation from Kirishima before getting back up, and Sen used the opening to push with the full speed of his rotation off the ground into a leap, flipping forward as he forced himself high enough to place a foot on the ceiling for leverage. Again, using the full extent of his rotational speed and leverage tricks, he pushed off from the ceiling, bringing a powerful dropkick, foot spinning, down upon his opponents head.
 
  Luckily for Kirishima, he managed to get his arms up in time to form a cross block over his head, entire body hardening to deal with the hammering blow. Unluckily for Kirishima, this is what Sen had been counting on. All of the force from Sen’s crushing blow was ultimately transferred to the floor beneath Kirishima, which had not been built for such impacts. 
 
  Sen watched with a certain satisfaction as Kirishima’s eyes went wide, his footing disintegrating beneath him. Kicking off from Kirishima’s block, Sen flipped back over and landed a few feet back, where the floor was still stable. Peering over the edge, he could see Kirishima among the rubble of the collapsed floor, moving slowly, attempting to free himself. Sen had bought himself a little time. 
 
  Hopefully Tokage was having enough success with Yo that they could get to the weapon. He didn’t think he could put Kirishima down for good without doing far more damage than seemed appropriate for a trial battle like this. He turned on his heel and started running back to the north east. Time was of the essence.
 
  ---
 
  “You know, if you really wanted to pin me to a wall so badly, you could have just asked. I might’ve even said yes.” Tokage did not seem overly concerned about being taken out of the battle trial so quickly. Shortly after Sen had appeared and tackled Kirishima, she had rebuilt her body and started to fight with Yosetsu. Maybe she was overconfident, maybe she hadn’t had as much combat training as he had, but the fight hadn’t been long. She had gotten sloppy and allowed herself to be backed against a wall. Just a touch later, and he had welded her to that same wall. 
 
  Yosetsu turned to look in the direction that Sen and Kirishima had taken off it. It wasn’t hard to figure out based on the vast amount of noise the two of them were making. Not even a step towards the brawl, however, and he felt a tugging on his right hand. He pulled away with a start, and was surprised to see Tokage’s arms attempting to wrap the capture tape around his wrist.
 
  “Sh@t.” Yosetsu cursed as he danced away from the pair of disembodied arms. He should have made sure she was out of the fight before heading off on his own. Using the capture tape on her would have officially removed her from the fight and if she had detached her arms he would have been ready for her sneak attack.
 
  “Aww, and here I hoped I could catch you with your pants down.” He looked over to where her armless body was still welded to the wall. “Figuratively, or otherwise.” She winked. Yosetsu grabbed the arm holding the capture tape and flung it as far away from him as he could, while bracing for a punch from the other arm. Despite not having the weight of a body behind it, there was a surprising amount of force behind that punch.
 
  If she couldn’t see him, it would make it much harder for her to try to capture him. Yosetsu dashed around a corner where he would be hidden from Tokage, but still able to keep an eye on the room with the weapon. He and Kirishima hadn’t had enough time to move the bomb to another floor and had contented themselves with barricading it inside this isolated room. He doubted that Tokage could break into the room with just her arms and legs given how well he had barricaded it, so she’d likely aim again to capture him.
 
  Indeed, the girl’s arms, legs, and head floated their way around the corner, arranging themselves around a missing body in a crude attempt at a fighting stance. It was quite the odd sight. “Alright, I guess we’re doing this the hard way.” Arms and legs shot at Yosetsu, but before they arrived, a thunderous crash came from the direction of Sen and Kirishima. Something had just been decided.
 
  The way he saw it, there were two possibilities. Either Kirishima had won, and dealing with Tokage would win them the match, or Sen had won, and Yosetsu would need to face him next. Either way, he needed to wrap up his encounter with Tokage here and now.
 
  Tokage’s attention was divided for a short moment, which Yosetsu used to leap forward and grab at her limbs. Although they could still pack a wallop, they were not very heavy, and it was fairly straightforward to him to weld an arm and a leg to the floor in the instant she was distracted. In this case, he made sure that as much of the limb was welded to the floor as possible, to reduce the possibility of further split-off body parts.
 
  “Mother-” Tokage nearly swore. Now appearing quite annoyed, her remaining arm and leg began striking at Yosetsu with almost reckless abandon. He welcomed it, willing to suffer some pain to grab at her remaining leg and push it to the wall, welding it in place. One solid punch to his jaw later, and she was down to just an arm and her head. Tokage seemed to panic at this point, attempting to float away from him, but he was too fast. He was able to grab her last arm by the shoulder and swing it towards the floor, welding it to the ground. He chose not to go after her head, seeing he did not think she could do much with it on its own. 
 
  Watching it float off towards Sen, Yosetsu began work quickly, removing his capture tape from where he had stored it and moving towards one of Tokage’s hands. He was not quick enough, however, as he heard rapid steps moving towards him. Dropping the capture tape, he dodged out of the way of a flying knee from Sen and ended up with his back to the wall of the room he needed to guard. 
 
  Sen looked somewhat winded from his fight with Kirishima, but appeared to be handling himself fine, not in any pain. While Tokage had tagged him a couple of times and his jaw was still sore from the solid punch he had taken, Yosetsu felt like he had energy to spare at this point. His first goal would be to get Sen away from the room and drag this fight out as long as possible.
 
  Of course, Sen wasn’t in any mood for that, throwing a spinning haymaker directly at Yosetsu as fast as he’d ever seen before. He obviously wasn’t playing around. Yosetsu jumped in a roll to his right, away from where he had left Tokage welded to the ground so she couldn’t help her partner in any way. The haymaker had so much force behind it that it went through the drywall all the way into the other room. Sen pulled his hand out with a feral grin on his face.

  
    
  
  “Show me what you got, Yo. I know you have tricks packed into that costume of yours.” With that, Sen leapt forward towards him once again. The time limit was obviously on Sen’s mind, as he was more aggressive than normal. Not enough to be sloppy, but a distinctly different style than his normal, careful approach. “What, you think I can’t handle it?”
 
  Yosetsu did his best not to get riled up by Sen, but it was difficult. The boy had a way of making him lose his cool. He had a way of making many people lose their cool. Just a moment later, he had decided how he was going to deal with Sen: by welding some of the metal logs that were included with his costume to his arms and legs. He wouldn’t be able to do most of his gyrations without the logs striking his own body, significantly reducing the threat of his quirk and interrupting his style of fighting.
 
  As he reached into his pouches to retrieve a few, however, All Might’s voice rang out over the intercom. “
  Hero team wins!
  ” Both Sen and Yosetsu stopped in place, looking around curiously. It wasn’t until Tokage’s head floated to the hole in the wall that Sen had punched and her hand, now detached from her trapped arm, floated out of the room that either of them realized what had happened.
 
  “Thanks for the distraction, Kaibara. All according to plan, eh?” The look on Sen’s face made it clear that whatever plan she was referring to was not one that he was privy to. For someone who prided himself on being even-keeled and prepared for anything, Sen apparently didn’t know what to do when thrown for such a loop. Even if Yosetsu had lost, he would still cherish the memory of Sen looking so out of sorts for a long time.
 
  ---
 
  That had certainly been an exhilarating start to the battle trials. Toshinori had expected nothing less from three of his personal students as well as a legacy student that could easily have taken a recommendation slot. After confirming that young Kirishima was not injured and allowing young Awase to free young Tokage’s various body parts, all four students were gathered in the observation room with the rest of the class.
 “Well done to our first pair of teams!” Aizawa continued to simply stand in the corner, unwilling to contribute to class, so Toshinori supposed he would have to lead the initial peer reviews as well. Thankfully Eraserhead had already agreed to take a larger role in the final grading of this exercise, going over the recordings with a fine-toothed comb. “Aizawa and I will go over your performance in more detail and provide a more complete evaluation after every trial has completed. However, for now, I would like to request some peer evaluation to get some quicker feedback. I would like the observers to provide one thing each participant did well and one thing they could improve on. Do we have any volunteers to discuss one of our participants?”  
  This was the critical part of today’s exercise. Getting the observers to think about what went right and what went wrong during the trial was at least as important as actually seeing the students in combat. Thankfully, he saw that he had at least one volunteer, with young Yaoyorozu raising her hand almost immediately. He motioned to her and she jumped right in.
 
  “Sir, Kaibara was by far the most effective combatant on either team, efficiently disposing of Kirishima despite a relatively neutral quirk matchup and drawing Awase away from the room where the weapon was secured. However, he seemed too focused on victory through combat, and not enough on capturing his opponent. There were at least three opportunities that I observed where, had he been prepared, he could have captured Kirishima and removed him from the fight without the collateral damage.” All of it true, but delivered rather bluntly. All Might went to thank the girl, but she continued talking at a brisk pace.
 
  “Tokage, the other hero, was the most effective participant despite being the least adept at hand-to-hand combat of all four. Her usage of tricks and misdirection nearly led her to capture Awase and ultimately decided the match in her team’s favor. Awase provided a well-secured location for the target and could have taken Tokage out of the match, but was too easily distracted in his fight against her which was the turning point of the match. He should have secured her with capture tape as soon as possible, especially given her quirk. Finally, Kirishima displayed a great deal of resilience in his fight with Kaibara, but ultimately was too easily removed from the area of the target and disabled. A greater level of situational awareness would do him well.” 
 
  By now the entire class was staring at the refined girl, some openly gawking at how thoroughly and efficiently she had dissected the trial they had just observed. Looking past the class, All Might thought he could see Aizawa raise an eyebrow, but nothing more. It certainly would have been nice for a veteran teacher to provide some support at a moment like this.
 
  “
  Ahem, yes, well, thank you for all of that, young Yaoyorozu. It was all true, but moving forward I would appreciate it if everyone could take a turn at providing some post-trial assessments.
  ” 
 
  “I apologize, sir.” She bowed slightly to him before taking a step back looking somewhat chastened. He knew from her file that she had been privately tutored all of her life. Quashing her enthusiasm was the last thing he wanted to do, though.
 
  “
  There is nothing to apologize for, young lady. You simply went Plus Ultra on your analysis! Ha-ha-ha.
  ” If nothing else, he received a small smile for his efforts. “
  Does anyone else have anything they’d like to add about this trial?
  ” There was a general shuffling of feet and clearing of throats as the rest of the class attempted to avoid his gaze. It was obvious that no one really wanted to follow up on young Yaoyorozu’s evaluation, while the three students she had called out most directly, Kaibara, Awase, and Kirishima, stood with conflicted looks on their faces. 
 
  Toshinori bit back a sigh. Waiting and letting the silence force one of the students to answer was not an option due to his time limit. Instead he decided to pick the one student that he knew would have a cogent response. “
  Young Midoriya,
  ” the boy in question squeaked at being called out like this, “
  Do you have anything to add to young Yaoyorozu’s analysis?
  ”
 
  At first, young Midoriya simply retreated into himself, muttering at a rapid pace. Toshinori’s confidence in the boy was rewarded, though, when he looked up with a familiarly determined set to his eyes. “I-I s-suppose that I-I would say that t-the things t-that Yaoyorozu mentioned as faults or flaws were really only so in the case of the specific exercise we were taking part in today.” Good, as the boy became more confident his stuttering went away as well.
 
  “
  Could you expand on that, please.
  ” Toshinori was fairly sure that he knew where Midoriya was going with this, and it was something that he would have brought up had the boy not.
 
  “Well, the points about using the capture tape to remove opponents from the exercise is a good point for the specific exercise that we are engaged in. In the real world, though, simply wrapping some capture tape around someone like Kirishima’s wrist will not be enough to stop them. Kaibara’s method removed him from the fight with a minimal time and effort investment.” Young Kaibara’s head snapped up to look at young Midoriya with an intense gaze. “N-Not t-to say t-that what h-he did w-wasn’t impressive, b-because it was!” The glare softened into something contemplative instead, as young Midoriya continued.
 
  “F-Fundamentally it just means that we need experience in a variety of settings and scenarios to learn how to modulate our behavior. That’s why we’re here, after all.” Toshinori had known that  calling on the boy was a good idea. He didn’t downplay the flaws that the three boys had shown, but rather recontextualized their actions as appropriate for a different scenario. That concept of acting differently based on the situation was something that some heroes learned too late, or not at all. Young Kaibara and young Awase were looking decidedly thoughtful, now, while young Kirishima beamed at young Midoriya, sending him a thumbs up.
 
  “That’s such a manly way of looking at things!” All Might could feel the confusion radiating off of young Midoriya at this compliment. “Thanks man!” One thing to be said about young Kirishima was that he always wore his heart on his sleeve, for good or for ill.
 
  “That reminds me. Kaibara, what are your finger drills made of?” The boy in question cocked his head to the side before answering.
 
  “Tungsten carbide.” 
 
  “Wow! That’s what they use for mining and drilling through the hardest things out there. Kirishima, you must have been dealing with a lot of pain to fight through strikes from those.” That was a point that Toshinori hadn’t really considered. He had simply assumed that Kirishima didn’t feel pain in his hardened form.
 
  “Yeah, I was kinda surprised the first time he hit me. Never hurt like that while hardened before. You’ve got a wicked punch, dude.” This time young Kirishima gave a thumbs up to young Kaibara who looked somewhat puzzled at the compliment.
 
  “Yeah, not going to lie, you caught me off guard with your Welding tricks, dude.” Now young Tokage sidled up next to young Awase who shook in surprise. Young Kaibara sent a sharp glance towards the legacy student which she ignored. “If I hadn’t practiced so much with my quirk, you would’ve had me locked down right away. You’re pretty awesome, too.”
 
  “
  I’m glad to see you finding more things that you each did well. Such reflection after heroism studies is essential to becoming the best hero you can be!
  ” The first four participants nodded in enthusiastic affirmation, and the rest of the class seemed encouraged for their upcoming trials. “
  While I am sure there are still comments to be had, we must move on in the interest of time. The next battle will be Team I as heroes versus Team C as villains!
  ”

  
  

    
      
        
        
          So I went ahead and gave Izuku and Kyoka later iterations of their costumes. For Izuku, it's because his mother isn't exactly in a position to make him a costume in this story line. For Kyoka, it's mostly because not having wrist speakers doesn't make a ton of sense.Next time: More battle trials! And Shoto gets a reality check.'
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