Chapter 11. Important words

After a well-completed task, the Homeroom Teacher allowed the teenagers to take a little break and said that they should go through several more Zones. A few people were dissatisfied and made other words that their legs would fall off from each transition. Aizawa ignored the whining and asked to thank him that all students could go to the dorm. His words suddenly dramatically raised the fortitude of those who complained.

Meanwhile, Hito and Yanfu found a secluded place for an important conversation and did not worry that they might be overheard. Of course, they warned the group that they needed to talk about something - to talk about the fact that only two people know it.

"What do you want to talk about?" Ikawa tilted his head to the side. Feeling the negative aura from a classmate again, he sighed. He doesn't want to drag out the time for silence and get straight to the point, since their minute of rest will soon end and Aizawa will make a remark. "If it's important, then speak quickly," calmly looked at him.

Yanfu crossed his arms and took a deep breath in his lungs and exhaled with a tiny bit of nervousness. "Don't worry, it won't take long. I called you here to discuss why I'm treating you so strangely."

Hito nodded curtly, because he crossed eyes with the blond every day and saw in the sky-blue frowns sent only to him.

"First of all, it's your Quirk," the one with the furrowed eyebrows continued to say. The black-haired man raised his right eyebrow in incomprehension. "You have a Fiery Breath and I can't stand fire and at the same time I'm afraid of it. And secondly, I think people like you are ambitious, angry and cold-blooded," Yanfu poked his chest with his finger, indicating that he means to hate him.

Hito staggered back so that the blond's arm didn't hang for long. Did Kudamono just say that he hates people like him? "What do you mean?" the guy felt his blood automatically start to heat up.

"My story from the past won't take time either," Yanfu adjusted his collar. "At the age of five, I was beaten by three teenagers with Fiery Quirks that after their antics I had bruises and burns," he growled moderately, returning to the past. "Then I developed a fear of being afraid of fire. How many times have I not been to psychologists, I have not got rid of this fear," bitterly pinched the bridge of his nose.

The other's breathing quickened, inwardly regretting that such savages had acted with Yangfu. "Why were these guys beaten up?"

"That I am rich," Kudamono raised his eyesight again. "Of course I told my father about it and asked him to leave these creatures unpunished, because I believe in the rules of the boomerang. They probably got some kind of punishment," he grinned. "After that, I began to hate other people who have Fiery Quirks. It doesn't matter what they are: like their fiery hair or generate it."

Hito remembered one man with fiery curly hair with yellow-green coloring. This optimistic woman is called ‘’Burnin’’ and works in an Endeavour Agency. Despite the fact that its original owner died, the name of the building has been preserved.

"What have I done to you?" Ikawa narrowed his eyes. Rummaging through his head, he couldn't find the memories associated with him and Yanfu. He didn't do anything wrong with it. Why should Kudamono hate him and hate others? Because of their fiery power? This is absurd!

"Don't you remember me?" Yanfu almost roared. "We studied for some time in the first grade of Elementary School. I didn't try to make friends with you because of your superior status, just because you were depressed about something. But I was probably wrong when you yelled at me," clenched his fists harder and clenched his teeth. "That's why I transferred to another class to see you less. Although you have changed, but I still hate you, son of the Flame Jet."

The guy's last words touched Hito's heart. His lips barely curved under the influence of anger, which even Yangfu noticed and made his eyes slightly frightened, clearly overreacting. If a blonde is afraid of fire, then why should others who are similar with fire abilities be evil? The long-haired man understands what he went through, but to show hatred for the rest so much, even if they are harmless citizens, it makes him accumulate more heat in his veins for a dissatisfied opinion. But, hearing the name of the deceased father, Hito approached him with his fists clenched and controlling his composure. Yangfu retreated in fright.

"Listen, Kudamono, I understand your tragedy, but don't drag me and the others into this," a small ball of smoke exhaled. "We are not the people who hurt you. If they have Fiery Quirks like me, it does not mean that we are able to show indifference."

"If you don't finish discussing there, then after U.S.J. go to U. A. to work out the material!" the teacher shouted angrily. Kudamono sighed.

"Let's see how I look at you," he nudged Ikawa, who was standing like a stone, with his shoulder. "You think I'll get used to it quickly," he stopped and looked around. "I won't even interact with you in the team."

Hito remained standing with his head down. Yanfu didn't have the slightest right to insult him for his Quirk, and he wasn't mean and aloof. All this is in the past. The guy gritted his teeth that he was touched on a sore spot and accused of origin. He didn't remember studying with Kudamono. Apparently, he did not notice him in the field of view because of his isolation in himself. If the blonde says that they studied together before, then let it be so. If they do not interact later, which is associated with heroism, then he will ensure that Yanfu does not behave capriciously and listens to him at least once.

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*The next morning.*

"Akayoru! Give me my notebook immediately!" Yoeki was jumping up and down, trying to snatch the notebook out of the guy's big hand. It was only for the buzz, as his classmate suffers because of his short stature. "My very important notes are there!"

"I'll give it back when you stop being clever," Kosen continued to keep the notebook near the owner without fatigue

"When will you learn to be tactful?" He stamped his foot on the aria.

"Boys, you behave like children," Oto stood between them, pushing them a little with her wings. "Aizawa is coming now."

"That's right, Akayoru, return my copybook right now!" the ant-head did not calm down, frowning more with his whiskers and claws attached to his mouth.

"Tch," threw the notebook to another that Komori ducked and to her left Ari grabbed his property.

Class A turned around at the sound of a door opening with conspicuous black clothing. The teenagers stood at attention near the desks.

"Sit down," the teacher ordered without turning around.

Obeying, they sat down heavily, because yesterday was a busy day and their legs ached a little to stand and walk. Today, everyone's faces were fresher than their legs, ready to listen to new material after an instant rash from fatigue.

"You look more ripe," Shota muttered, lifting the corner of his lip.

*‘’Unlike a shriveled fruit,’’* Kosen thought with a grin.

Ikawa yawned, covering his mouth with his hand, still not moving away from the powder of sleep. Reflections on Yanfu's words haunted the young Hero for a while. He promised yesterday not to be distracted by this, but this guy had a strong influence on him. Despite this, Hito has not lost credibility with him. He learned long ago to ignore the ignorance of strangers. But he will have to influence Kudamono more that the blonde is wrong - people with Fiery Quirks are not evil. Although he left with the exception of Endeavour and Flame Jet for what they personally did.

"Teacher, your voice is more positive today, is something good going to happen?" asked Hihi.

Aizawa raised his head with a visible grin. "A Sports Festival is coming soon."

Ikawa's dream was exhausted in a matter of seconds. *"A Sports Festival? This is a great event where students can compete by demonstrating their personal experience and at the same time they get an internship with the Heroes."*

"Sports Festival!" Kozumi, Kuta, Naiki, Mahoro, Satachi and Tsuen shouted more enthusiastically.

"That's in two weeks," Ari said, drowning out other people's cries with his own shout. "We have time to prepare."

"You're smarter," Aizawa agreed and returned to his former hoarse voice. "The police will also be through the roof. No one will relax because of their turbulent number."

"Yeah... Last year they tried to interrupt it. Their two percent has increased," Tsuen quieted down. "But such an event will not be postponed?"

"According to statistics, weak Villains come across the most out of one and a half percent, I think they will not prevent interrupting such an event," Komori corrected her glasses, sitting at the second desk of the last row.

"The U.A. Sports Festival is a very important and popular event. He must not be interrupted," the man corrected the bandages on his neck like a fur scarf. "It is held once a year. Students from different courses gather there. In addition to them, people from general education and from the support course can participate. They show their strength and skill. If you fall into the hands of Pro Heroes, you will have a bright future."

"Even if the general faculty and the support course show their triumph, can they switch to the Hero course?"

"Yes, if they are experienced enough."

"I can't imagine how many people will be there!" wrapped her arms around Inui's own body, fidgeting. "The Pro Heroes themselves will be watching us!"

"Of course! There is a chance that you can get to the Heroes of the top ten. It's so intriguing and exciting, but so cool!" said Yushita.

"To get to them, give your best and try to reveal your inner beast," the black-haired man turned to the board on his heels.

A fiery-orange-eyed guy, scribbling the lesson topic in a notebook, dreams of getting an internship with Lemillion after a Sports Festival. But it takes a lot of work to get his attention.

*"He's right,"* Hito stared straight ahead. *"To get to the Pro, you need to give your best. We have three periods to capture the attention from them. We'll all give it our all."*

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The spring sunset, colorful in hot colors, was coming to the end of this day, saying goodbye to the guys with a prostrate mood. The lights in the hallway were turned on everywhere, completely illuminating the dorm. In the common room on the ground floor there were Hito, Naiki, Satachi, Tsuen, Samidare, Ari and Betsu. The rest of the students were either in their rooms or training in the gym for the upcoming Sports Festival. It was in the hall that Toshi and Kosen were. Aizawa allowed students to use this hall at the beginning of the school year. Everyone was allowed to train there an hour before curfew if they wanted to. Several other students went for a run, for example, Kuta, Kozumi, Komori and others. Komori could fly freely in the air around the academy grounds and nowhere else. So she can improve the flight speed.

There were two hours left before lights out, which means that the trainees have another hour. Hito in the building earlier began to hone his Fiery Breath and hand-to-hand combat. The area of the hall was perfect for using his Quirks. His fire was finally able to transform into a ball and accumulate pressure in it to easily destroy several walls.

Now Naiki, Tsuen and Satachi are going about their business in the kitchen, namely in the preparation of cookies according to the recipe of the yellow-eyed guy. This exquisite smell from the oven tried to pull four people away from their phones, flipping through the news feed, but they knew that the cookies were not ready yet. Betsu alone waited impatiently until the products were ready. The girl walked back and forth along the corridor, zombie-like looking at the phone and ignoring the begging cookie belly.

"Be patient, Jimi-san," said the flour-stained Hachimitsu, leaning on the table and looking at the oven timer. "Five more minutes and the cookies will be ready."

"This is a new world for me," Satachi licked her lips, turning on the faucet and washing used dishes. "I've always eaten cookies with chocolate or various berries, but those with the taste of honey, cinnamon and figs made me try them more."

"I recently came up with this recipe," the guy was confused. "I'll be glad that you'll like them."

"Hachimitsu, do you only know how to bake cookies?" she was wiping clean Tsuen plates.

"I like to bake various sweets. If you want, we can make a cake for the whole class after the Festival."

"Sounds reasonable," Ari replied. "It should definitely be noted."

"Yes, everyone will come out victorious, Ribbit," Samidare looked at Hito's phone from the right side. "Most of all, I believe in the victory of Hito-kun."

The classmate stopped leafing through and, turning off the phone and stuffing the thing into his pocket, looked at his younger brother Froppy. No, did he believe in his strength to win, or vice versa..? Only under Asui's rule was it known that Hito would be on the podium.

"You know perfectly well what Asui means."

"You can call me Samidare," Samidare said with a slight frown.

"Of course," the ant-headed man cleared the lump in his throat, remaining in doubt to call his classmate by name. "With such a Quirk, you will not only ascend to the podium, but also get to one of the great Pro Heroes, like Lemillion or White Lily."

Ikawa's cheeks were covered with red dust at the mention of Lemillion and his mom. He is not averse to getting an internship with her, but he was drawn to Lemillion more.

"Speaking of White Lily, she is very kind," another black-haired man with a short haircut suppressed a smile. "Are you very proud of your mom?"

Jimi got rid of the phone hypnosis and stopped by the chair. Naiki, Satachi, and Tsuen were as surprised as she was.

"Heroine number two, White Lily, is your mom?" the dark pink-haired one with gray eyes clapped.

The long-haired man nodded boldly, not hesitating to reveal his personal life, that his family is rich and Mizua works as Hero number two.

"Wow! She's so cool!" Satachi jumped up and was startled by the bell. "Just the cookies are ready!"

Naiki himself undertook to pull the delicacy out of the oven, having protected his hands in special gloves in advance. The four carefully placed the cookies on a white flat plate, pulling their fingers away from the hot temperature in between. Having finished laying them out, Tsuen put the burden on the common table. Who were cooking, sat down opposite the three.

"You must be really proud of your mom," Satachi smiled.

"Yes," Ikawa smiled warmly, reaching for a cookie. Her mom was very kind and affectionate, and at the same time the best defender of Japan with a strong Quirk of Water Control. She did for the benefit of all people like Lemillion and the rest of the best Heroes. Going back in time, Mizua went to work again when Joshi turned three and she came home only in the evening and it happened that she stayed for a couple of hours if the Villainous deed was seriously committed. He did not blame her that a woman who looked very young often did not stay with them, but left awe. Joshi and Izuku also did not blame her and could not get enough of the strength of the spirit and masculinity of the white-haired woman.

"She looks very young," Yoeki presented the fact. "Ikawa-kun, if you don't mind such a question, how old is your mom?"

"Thirty-seven," the guy took a bite, enjoying the pleasant smell and taste of the three ingredients.

"Wow, not everyone is lucky to be born with such genetics," Naiki gasped.

All confirmed. Mizua really looked about twenty years old. Not everyone is given such a gift. She came from Hito's own grandmother, Samuyuki Kinetsu. "I wonder if I inherited her gene too?" thought with a bang, looking at the product.

"Hachimitsu, where did you get the figs?" asked Jimi and sat down next to Ari.

"One girl from class B offered to buy in one store. I just had money left for this fruit."

"Have you known each other for a long time?"

"You can say that two days," raised his yellow eyes, deciding what he said. "She's good. True, I didn't recognize her name, but she has green hair with flowers on her head.

"Then thank her for the figs from the whole class A."

"Absolutely," the tall guy nodded a couple of times.

"Hachimitsu-kun, do you mind if I take away some Eri-kun cookies?" Hito asked. He wanted to please the little girl with sweets, as she loves them very much like caramelized apples.

"Of course! She will really like my pastries!"

"That is, ours," Satachi nudged him with her elbow. The guy realized what she said, guiltily lowered his head. Hito smiled.

"Thank you," got up from his seat, went to get a plate to start and returned, shifting the yummy.

"Tell Eri hello from us," Yoeki sent a few waves to the departing guy. Everyone also agreed and Hito nodded that he would not forget to pass on their messages.

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Ikawa carefully walked into the girl's room with a horn, so as not to overturn a plate of freshly cooked pastries. This also reminded him how Mizua and Izuku taught him to cook at his age of twelve and he personally cooked Joshi's food after school before entering, and in the evening he did not delay cooking so that the whole family could enjoy a fresh dinner. It used to happen that one of the adults stays at home and cooks himself. Hito went to help without comment. Even if he was cooking himself, then Joshi was also rushing to help him and he was also interested in cooking technology. He is not against such interest, because the teenager himself is interested in cooking and not only this, but also other things to which his soul itself wants it.

Turning left, walking four steps, he knocked softly.

"Come in," a deep male voice was heard inside. Ikawa was surprised that there was someone else inside besides Eri, but shrugged and cautiously opened the door. There, at a small table, sat his teacher and a girl to the second guest with a curved back, clearly doing something.

"Come on in, I don't bite," Aizawa chuckled. He didn't need to be told when Hito entered obediently and closed the pink-brown door, remaining there. The blue wallpaper was glued, on the right side there was a stand and a chair with pink surfaces and green footrests, there was a cube next to it, serving as a seat. On the left was a pink bed and a bookcase with various textbooks. There was also a cabinet with plush toys nearby.

"Eri."

The girl paused her hand movement and turned around. "Hito-chan!" happily ran up to him and noticed a plate in front of his nose. "Are these cookies?" sniffed at them.

"Yeah, Hachimitsu baked them. Aizawa-sensei, you can try it too."

"Okay, I'll make an exception," the black-skinned man stretched.

Eri returned to the table with Hito and he put down a plate.

"They are very tasty," the guy turned to the girl and then to the adult. Straightening up, he pointed with his eyes to the nearest chair, waiting for permission. Shota let the student pull up a chair and sit next to them. Eri was the first to take the cookie and her eyes rolled after taking a bite.

"Very tasty!" she mumbled with her mouth full. "Shota Papa, try it," she pushed the dishes with her small left hand.

Shota took a cookie and took a bite too. "Not bad," he chuckled. Ikawa now saw his sincere smile for the first time. Everyone thought he never really smiled, but he didn't make room in front of him. The long-haired man grinned and grinned again that they liked Naiki's pastries. The drawing on the table caught his attention. Eri straightened up a little, drew a forest with swings and sits on one of them. And she is rocked by Aizawa, one brown-haired girl, a girl with dark green eyes and other people who somehow magically fit into one picture there. Even there, the girl drew Hito, Izuka and Joshi. The girl with brown hair and the same eye color recognized Uraraka-san as Izuku's girlfriend. He knew her as Uravichi, but after getting to know her, she allowed him to call her Uraraka when she first came to the house of a huge family, because Izuku wanted the whole family to introduce her as his girlfriend. The atmosphere was not boring when a grandfather named Koyuchi teased a couple in love and most of all it confused the green-haired one. Uraraka Ochako was not angry with the old man and laughed sincerely. She really liked the atmosphere and the whole Hito family allowed the girl to come to visit at any time.

"Are these the people you're friends with?" asked with a neutral face.

"Oh?" she turned her head to the table. "Yes, it's them. I even drew you and Jo-chan."

Jo-chan is Joshi's nickname. He is also called by a friend of the younger, with whom he has been friends since the first grade and went to the same Aldera School with him.

"I heard that there will be a Sport Festival soon," finished the last piece of cookies and began to eat the second one. "I'll be there too."

Yes. Since serious fights will be held at the Sports Festival, doctors will be needed to provide first aid. The participants, if they are able, will continue the fight. No one likes to ring themselves. So, Hito will be more vigilant.

"This is an integral part of such an event. I'll be glad to see you."

"Will you go there with fractures?" Shota raised an eyebrow.

"No," the teenager shook his head, not agreeing with the strange thinking. "If it works out, I'll come to her during the break."

"Of course, I'm not forcing you to do this," the third one twisted the cookie.

"It's fine, really," Ikawa adjusted the sleeves on the thin jacket. His long clothes from the age of four included a trick to hide his bruises and burns there after training. But as soon as this hell was over, he got used to wearing lighter sweatshirts and pants on the street and at home.

"Don't forget Ikawa, including you and your friends, you have to give your all to get to the Professionals for your future," poked his index finger in all seriousness.

The Fire-breather nodded. His friends and he himself should act as natural Heroes. They did this to become wonderful defenders of the country, and together in the team they will spit out their potentials, forcing other Heroes to think: *"Here they are, the future wonderful Heroes of the new generation!"*