After returning home from his first day at U.A., Izuku wasted no time. While his father recovered in the hospital, the responsibility of maintaining the farm fell to him. He fed the animals, cleaned the stalls, repaired a loose gate, and finished off the remaining chores Hisashi would usually handle with quiet strength.
The sky was a warm orange by the time he stepped back inside, wiping the sweat from his brow and stretching his back. He was tired—but it was a good kind of tired.
Inko greeted him with a warm smile as he sat at the table. She placed a hearty plate of curry rice in front of him and ruffled his hair gently.
"So… how was your first day at U.A., Izuku?" she asked, settling down across from him.
Izuku's eyes lit up as he began recounting the day.
"It was incredible, Mom. I mean, we got hit with a whole fitness test right from the start. I did well, but Aizawa-sensei… he saw through me."
"Saw through you?" Inko asked, concerned.
"He knew I was holding back. Not because I didn't want to try, but because I've been doing it my whole life. I'm just so used to restraining myself that it's almost second nature now." He paused and then smiled. "But he pushed me to go all-out. Said he needed to know my limits. I even threw a ball around the planet.
Inko's eyes widened, stunned.
"You... threw it around the world?!"
Izuku just laughed shyly and nodded. "Yeah… I might've overdone it."
After finishing his meal and helping clean up, he showered and collapsed into bed, exhaustion tugging at him like gravity. Before long, he drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Meanwhile… At U.A. High School,
In the softly lit halls of the U.A. staff building, two figures sat across from each other in Principal Nezu's office: Aizawa Shouta, tired as always, and the eternally cheerful, intelligent Nezu.
A pot of tea steamed between them as Aizawa leaned back, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the ceiling in thought.
Nezu sipped from a tiny porcelain cup, his ears twitching.
"So, tell me more about Midoriya Izuku. You looked particularly thoughtful during the evaluations today."
Aizawa exhaled slowly.
"He's a walking anomaly. Not just physically—though that strength is absurd—but in how he handles himself. He held back. Every test, he held back. And even when I forced him to stop pretending, I could tell he was still measuring his output. Like a dam holding back a flood."
Nezu tilted his head curiously.
"He flew to retrieve the ball from orbit in under three minutes and returned without breaking a sweat. His sensors didn't even record him nearing his peak. That's… quite the ceiling."
"Exactly," Aizawa muttered. "And it's not just his power. It's how carefully he uses it. He asked me if he was allowed to use his abilities during the ball throw—clarified the rules before doing anything. That's rare. Most kids want to impress. He was more concerned with doing things right."
Nezu nodded slowly, tapping his paw against his chin.
"Did you see the way he interacted with the others? Apologizing for the dust cloud, making sure no one was in danger when he jumped. That kind of awareness doesn't usually come from powerhouses. It comes from experience… or trauma."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, the dim lighting of Nezu's office casting shadows over his tired face.
"His file is vague on certain things. We know he's spent most of his life on that farm, isolated from the kind of structure most kids grow up with. The doctors ran every test they could on him—found something unusual. An extra organ, nested just beneath the ribcage. It acts like a battery, metabolizing sunlight and storing it like a generator. They call it a 'solar absorption quirk.'" He scoffed slightly. "That's simplifying things."
Nezu nodded, slowly swirling the tea in his cup.
"That's not just a quirk—that's biology rewritten. That kind of internal energy system… I haven't seen anything like it. The boy is a living solar engine." He took a thoughtful sip. "But what impresses me more isn't his physiology. It's his judgment."
He set the cup down gently, his tone sharpening with insight.
"He's not just strong. He's precise. Focused. And considerate. The fact that he didn't destroy the testing equipment when he clearly could have? That shows restraint that's… well, heroic. The kind of decision-making you'd expect from someone much older. He's aware of how fragile the world around him is."
There was a long pause as both men considered the weight of that.
Aizawa leaned forward slightly, his tone thoughtful but edged with something deeper—maybe caution, or maybe hope.
"He reminds me of All Might. Not in personality—he's quieter, more reserved—but in presence. He doesn't posture or demand attention, but when he moves, everyone notices. He's not trying to be a symbol… but he might become one whether he likes it or not."
Nezu chuckled, his whiskers twitching with amusement as he poured himself a second cup.
"The sun itself doesn't try to shine—it just does."
Aizawa stared out the window, watching the silver moon drift across the clouds. His voice dropped slightly, more introspective now.
"I've taught a lot of gifted kids. Most want to prove something—to their parents, to the world, to themselves. But Midoriya? I think he's trying to protect us… from himself."
Nezu hummed, his gaze sharpening.
"Which is all the more reason we must ensure he's tested. Not just in combat, not just in grades—but in morality, in leadership, in responsibility. We can't let his potential go untempered. He needs pressure. The kind that forges a symbol—not just of strength, but of character."
Aizawa nodded slowly.
"We'll keep an eye on him. If he slips, it won't be because of arrogance or cruelty. But he'll still need to be tested. Give him ethical dilemmas, decisions with no easy answers, situations where power isn't the solution. Let's see if his ideals are as unbreakable as his bones."
Nezu's eyes gleamed with both curiosity and strategy.
"A test for the boy who plays catch with the planet. I like that. Let's make sure we don't just train his body—but test his heart."
The room fell silent, save for the soft clink of porcelain as Nezu finished his tea.
Outside, the stars shimmered above Musutafu. Somewhere across town, a boy who could hold the world in his hands slept peacefully—unaware of the road ahead and the trials that would define him.
The next morning, Izuku woke up well before the sun crested the horizon.
He moved with quiet efficiency, finishing his chores and then taking on the ones his father usually handled—the heavier lifting, the maintenance checks, the things that required a little more strength. He worked quickly, not out of haste but habit, as dawn bathed the farm in gold.
By the time his mother stirred from sleep, rubbing her eyes and yawning at the kitchen table, Izuku had already showered, changed into his U.A. uniform, and made a modest breakfast for the two of them.
"You're up early again," Inko said, still a little groggy as she took a sip of tea.
Izuku offered her a warm smile as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Wanted to make sure everything was done before I left. Don't worry about chores today, okay?"
She gave him a proud but soft look. "You're growing too fast, Izuku."
He kissed her forehead gently. "I'll see you tonight. Tell Pa I said he better rest, or I'll tie him to the bed."
That earned a chuckle.
Before heading to school, Izuku made one stop—the hospital.
His father was sitting up in bed, a slight tint of color having returned to his face. Machines hummed softly around him, but the room was peaceful.
"Doctors say they want to keep me one more day," Hisashi said with a slight scowl, clearly not fond of the idea. "Just to be sure everything's steady."
Izuku nodded and pulled up a chair beside him for a few minutes.
"That's good. They're just being cautious. Better one extra day than coming back in a week."
Hisashi grunted, then glanced at the clock.
"You should be in school by now. Go on, kid. U.A. waits for no one."
Izuku stood and gave his dad a firm, quiet hug.
"I just wanted to see you before I went. I'll be back after classes."
With that, he walked out of the hospital and rose into the air, flying high above the city. The morning traffic below looked like a toy set from up there. As he soared, Izuku caught sight of a familiar figure exiting the subway station near U.A.—Tenya Iida, walking rigidly and precisely along the sidewalk.
Grinning, Izuku angled downward and landed beside him with a soft thud.
"Morning!" Izuku said cheerfully.
"MIDORIYA!" Iida nearly jumped, adjusting his glasses with a startled huff. "You—! You can't just land beside someone like that! I nearly had a heart attack!"
"Sorry," Izuku said sheepishly. "Didn't mean to scare you."
As they started walking toward the school gates together, Iida calmed himself and glanced sideways.
"You… flew here?"
"Yeah," Izuku nodded. "It's faster, and it gives me time to clear my head."
There was a moment of silence before Iida, his curiosity winning out, asked quietly,
"What does it feel like? To fly?"
Izuku looked up at the sky for a moment, considering the question.
"It's like… being part of the wind. Free, weightless. You see everything differently when you're not bound to the ground. But it's not just speed—it's quiet up there. Peaceful. You get to breathe in a way that's hard to explain."
Iida nodded thoughtfully.
"It sounds… liberating. I admit I envy that. My quirk allows bursts of speed, but I'm still tied to the earth."
Izuku smiled a little.
"If it helps, the ground's more dependable. I've crashed more times than I can count trying to learn how to land without cratering the street."
That made Iida chuckle—just a bit—and the two continued walking toward U.A., their uniforms crisp in the early morning light.
Ahead of them, the towering gates of the school loomed once more, but this time, the day didn't carry the weight of tests or surprises.
It was just the beginning of another day at U.A.—the calm before whatever storm their teachers had in store.
As the day began at U.A., Izuku's expectations were… well, crushed might be too dramatic—but definitely recalibrated.
He had come in expecting to jump right into rescue simulations or combat training, maybe even costume design. Instead, their first period was English.
Not English for heroes. Just… English.
Then came World History, Mathematics, and even Modern Literature.
At first, Izuku was confused—until he noticed something peculiar: every "normal" subject was being taught by a Pro Hero. Midnight handled literature. Present Mic—to no one's surprise—taught English with way too much volume. And their history teacher? None other than Hound Dog, who barked through lessons with a surprisingly well-organized syllabus.
Still, after several hours of note-taking, brain strain, and classroom etiquette, lunch couldn't come soon enough.
U.A.'s cafeteria was a marvel in itself—bright, clean, and surprisingly welcoming. It bustled with students from every course track, not just the Hero Course. Rows of hot food stations lined the walls, each offering a wide variety of options: ramen, curry, soba, bento, even vegan and international cuisine.
Izuku stepped into line, his tray in hand, and went for something simple—steamed white rice, grilled fish, and a side of pickled vegetables. Healthy, balanced, and not too heavy.
Behind the counter, the chef—a small, speedy man wearing goggles and an apron—was practically a blur, refilling trays and serving portions with surgical precision.
Lunch Rush, they called him. A Pro Hero whose quirk allowed him to prepare gourmet meals at hyper speed. The aroma in the air made it obvious: this was no ordinary cafeteria.
Izuku paid, turned, and scanned the tables.
He spotted Iida and Uraraka seated together at a table near the windows, deep in conversation. With a nervous breath, he made his way over.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Izuku asked, balancing his tray.
Uraraka looked up and smiled brightly. "Of course! Take a seat!"
Iida gave a courteous nod. "Absolutely. A well-balanced meal, I see. Very responsible."
Izuku chuckled and sat down across from them.
"Thanks. I didn't expect school to start with so many regular classes, though."
Uraraka nodded as she bit into a dumpling. "Right? I thought we'd be leaping off buildings by now."
Iida straightened in his seat, adjusting his glasses. "While combat is essential, a true hero must be well-rounded. Intelligence and communication are just as important as strength!"
"Yeah, I get that," Izuku said. "Still… I didn't think Present Mic would give us homework on the first day."
Uraraka groaned in agreement. "That was brutal. I could barely understand him with how loud he was."
They all laughed at that. The tension of the morning was fading, and for a moment, things felt… normal. Not like they were training to be Pro Heroes. Just three teenagers having lunch.
"What did you guys think of this morning's history class?" Izuku asked between bites.
"Honestly?" Uraraka leaned in. "I thought Hound Dog was going to bite someone when Kaminari asked if World War 2 had anything to do with All Might."
"To be fair," Izuku added, stifling a laugh, "he didn't even bark an answer. He just slammed his paw on the chalkboard."
Iida looked appalled. "That was clearly an inappropriate question, and Kaminari should've reviewed the syllabus!"
They all broke into laughter again—easy, light-hearted.
After lunch, the real excitement of the day was finally about to begin—Hero Basic Training.
The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as students returned to their seats. Some leaned over to talk with their neighbors, others reviewed notes or simply fidgeted with anticipation. Izuku sat upright at his desk, heart thumping with a mix of nerves and eagerness. He'd dreamed of this moment his whole life—learning how to become a real hero.
Then suddenly—
"I AM HERE!"
The classroom door slammed open, and a powerful gust of wind blew in as All Might entered the room in his shining Silver Age costume, his iconic smile beaming across his face.
The entire class lit up.
"It's All Might!" several students shouted in awe.
"He's really our teacher!" someone gasped.
All Might stood proudly in the center of the room, hands on his hips, his cape fluttering slightly behind him.
"Welcome to the most important class at U.A.!" he announced, his voice booming with heroic authority. "This is Hero Basic Training! Think of it as Hero 101. In this class, you'll learn the foundations of being a pro—what it means to fight for justice, protect others, and carry the spirit of a true hero!"
A few students straightened in their chairs at the weight of his words. Others grinned in excitement.
All Might grinned even wider and suddenly held up a card with bold red letters that read:
"Battle!"
The class murmured in surprise, a mix of nervous whispers and excited gasps spreading quickly.
Izuku looked around. Some students like Bakugo looked ready to explode with anticipation. Others, like Tokoyami and Shoji, remained calm but focused. A few looked a bit worried—but no one dared complain.
"Now then!" All Might shouted with energy. "Being a hero isn't just about power. One of the keys to being a great hero… is style! Looking good while saving the day is half the battle!"
At that exact moment, the side wall of the classroom began to open with a low mechanical hum. Panels slid aside, revealing a row of numbered suitcases lined up neatly on metal shelves.
Gasps of amazement swept through the class.
"Are those… our costumes?!" someone exclaimed.
All Might gave a thumbs up.
"Your hero costumes! Based on the designs you submitted! Get suited up and meet me at Training Ground Beta in 10 minutes!"
The room erupted in cheers.
Students rushed to the shelves, searching for their assigned number. Izuku walked up, eyes wide with wonder as he located Case #18. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for it—his first hero costume. The dream was becoming real.
As he turned to leave the room, he couldn't help the small, excited smile growing across his face.
As All Might stood tall at the entrance to Training Ground Beta, a steady breeze tugging at his cape, he watched proudly as his students emerged one by one from the tunnel, fully suited up in their custom hero costumes.
"They say the clothes make the pro, young ladies and gentlemen…" he called out with a booming smile. "And behold—you are living proof!"
Excited chatter broke out immediately among the students as they looked around, admiring each other's outfits. Armor gleamed, capes fluttered, gadgets blinked, and colors popped.
"Iida, you look like a rocket!" someone said.
"Tokoyami, your whole vibe is so cool and mysterious," whispered Jirou.
"Yaoyorozu… that's not even fair," Kaminari muttered, blushing.
But amidst the excited comparisons and reactions, one thing was missing.
Izuku Midoriya.
"Wait, where's Midoriya?" Uraraka asked, turning toward the tunnel with a puzzled expression.
As if on cue, the echo of footsteps filled the tunnel. Then, slowly, Izuku stepped into the light.
The class went quiet.
He was wearing a striking blue bodysuit that hugged his muscular frame. A crimson cape fluttered behind him with every step. His boots were red, his belt golden, and—perhaps most notably—he had red underwear-like trunks worn over his suit.
He stood confidently, though a little awkwardly, as all eyes landed on him.
Uraraka blinked, then beamed.
"Wow, Midoriya… you look like a classic hero! Kinda like the ones in old comic books, right?" she said with a soft laugh. "It suits you! Very… noble!"
Mineta, however, squinted and immediately started giggling.
"Pffft! Dude, are you seriously wearing your underwear on the outside? What is that—some kind of laundry day emergency costume?"
A few students chuckled nervously.
Before anyone could speak further, All Might clapped his hands and coughed to get their attention. The chatter stopped instantly.
"Now that you're all suited up… it's time for Combat Training!" he declared with a dramatic flourish, a wide grin stretching across his face.
Iida immediately raised his hand, standing stiff as usual. "Sir! This looks like the fake city from our entrance exam. Does this mean we'll be conducting urban battle simulations again?"
All Might gave a hearty laugh. "Good eye, Iida! But not quite. This time, I'm moving you two steps ahead!"
The students blinked, listening intently.
"Most villain fights you see on the news happen outside in the open—but statistically speaking, the majority of villain encounters happen indoors," All Might explained. His voice became serious. "Think about it—backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs… Truly intelligent criminals operate from the shadows."
The class fell silent, absorbing the gravity of his words.
"For this training exercise, you'll be split into two teams—heroes and villains—and conduct indoor battles."
"Isn't this a little advanced?" asked Tsuyu Asui, tilting her head slightly.
All Might's tone remained upbeat, but firm. "The best training is what you get on the battlefield! But remember—this isn't like the entrance exam. You're not fighting machines. You'll be up against real people now—so don't go overboard."
Yaoyorozu raised her hand calmly. "Will you be the one judging who wins each match?"
All Might nodded. "Yes! I'll be monitoring everything and declaring the results."
Bakugo smirked and crossed his arms. "Tch. How hard can we hit the other team?"
All Might raised an eyebrow. "No permanent injuries. Controlled combat only. We don't need anyone in the infirmary on day two."
Uraraka raised her hand nervously. "U-Um… do we have to worry about the losers getting expelled like yesterday?"
All Might gave a booming laugh. "Nope! That was Aizawa's idea. I'm not as harsh."
"Is the team split based on chance or skill?" asked Iida again, always hungry for structure and fairness.
Before All Might could reply, Aoyama stepped forward dramatically, twirling with flair. "Isn't this cape très chic?"
The room collectively sweatdropped.
"Right, right, enough questions!" All Might said, laughing. "Now listen up! I'll explain the scenario."
He pulled out a script, reading it with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"The situation is this: Villains have hidden a nuclear missile in their secret base. The heroes' mission is to either capture the villains or recover the payload before time runs out. The villains win if they can protect their weapon—or capture the heroes!"
"Sounds like a classic action movie," Izuku thought to himself, a little spark of excitement in his chest.
"To keep things fair—and to simulate real-world unpredictability—we'll draw teams by random lots!"
"But sir," Iida objected again. "Wouldn't a more balanced arrangement based on skill levels be better?"
Yaoyorozu shook her head gently. "Actually, I think it makes sense. Heroes are often forced to team up with others at random—on patrols or during emergencies. This might be designed to test our adaptability."
Iida blinked and then gave a formal bow. "Ah… you're absolutely right. Life is a series of unexpected events. Forgive my rudeness."
"No sweat!" All Might said brightly. "Now, let's draw!"
He held up a box with numbered balls and had each student come forward one by one. Anticipation built with each draw, and finally, the teams were revealed.
Team A:Izuku & Uraraka
Them B: Todoroki & Shoji
Team C:Mineta & Yaoyorozu
Team D:Ida & Bakugo
Team E:Ashido & Aoyama
Team F:Koda & Sato
Team G: Kaminari & Jiro
Team H:Asui & Tokoyami
Team I:Hagakure & Ojiro
Team J: Sero & Kirishima
As the teams were announced, Izuku Midoriya glanced at the girl beside him.
"Looks like we're paired up," he said, offering a smile.
Uraraka's eyes lit up. "Wow, what are the chances, huh? Guess we're destined to be a team!"
Izuku's cheeks went a bit pink. Her energy was infectious… and her hero costume was, well, tight. He quickly looked away, scratching his cheek nervously. Focus, Izuku. Focus on the mission. Not her hips.
All Might raised his voice again to gather the class's attention.
"Now then! I shall draw the first teams to face off in combat!"
He dipped his gloved hand into the container filled with team markers and pulled out two balls. He held them high in the air like a game show host.
"Team A... versus Team D!"
Bakugo cracked his knuckles and smirked.
"About time," he muttered under his breath, glaring at Izuku like a predator. "Let's see if you can keep up this time, sunshine boy."
Izuku turned toward the blonde with a calm expression. He didn't know much about Katsuki Bakugo besides his impressive explosive Quirk and the fact that he had placed near the top of the entrance exam. They hadn't spoken, hadn't fought—not yet. But Izuku knew instinctively that this guy didn't just want to win.
He wanted to dominate.
Uraraka leaned closer and whispered, "You okay? You kinda zoned out."
Izuku snapped out of it and gave her a quick nod. "Yeah, just thinking. We've got a strong duo against us."
"Oh, totally. That Iida guy is all business. And the other one… well, he's got anger issues."
All Might handed instructions to both teams, explaining the villain and hero roles. Izuku and Uraraka would be Team A (Heroes). Bakugo and Iida were Team D (Villains). Their mission: infiltrate the villain base and secure the 'nuclear weapon' before time ran out—or neutralize the villains.
"All right!" All Might boomed. "Heroes, move to the outside of the villain hideout . Villains, take your positions inside the building. You have five minutes to prepare. After that, the exercise begins!"
As they left, Bakugo passed Izuku and gave him a brief, competitive glare.
As Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uraraka stood outside the concrete villain hideout, they took cover behind a large air duct, reviewing the mission in hushed voices while the countdown ticked down.
Izuku stared up at the building with narrowed eyes, analyzing its structure and layout. The third floor was slightly darkened—no movement around the windows. But he knew better.
"The bomb is on the top floor," he finally said, his voice calm but focused. "Ida's the only one guarding it."
Uraraka blinked. "How do you know that?"
Izuku turned his glowing green eyes to her for a brief moment, then pointed to his temples. "X-ray vision."
Her eyes widened. "Wait—you've got x-ray vision too? How many Quirks do you have?!"
He gave a sheepish smile. "Just one. Technically."
Uraraka blinked again, confused.
"My Quirk lets me absorb solar radiation," he explained. "My body metabolizes sunlight like fuel. The energy gives me a wide range of abilities—super strength, flight, super speed, enhanced senses, and... yeah, x-ray vision too. It's all powered by the sun."
Uraraka's jaw dropped. "Whoa... that's insane. You're like a whole hero team rolled into one."
He laughed lightly. "Thanks. But all that power won't mean much if we don't have a plan."
She nodded quickly, setting her awe aside and slipping into game mode.
Izuku crouched beside her and pointed toward the roof. "We'll approach from above. I'll fly us both up quietly. I'll punch through the roof to draw Ida's attention, and while I keep him busy, you slip in and tag the bomb."
Unless you have any idea to add to the plan
Uraraka said yes there is one thing I'd like to add to the plan
Just before they took off toward the roof, Izuku glanced at Uraraka, his expression steady and focused.
"Unless you have any ideas to add to the plan?" he asked, his voice calm but open, always willing to adjust.
Uraraka blinked, clearly thinking, then nodded with a small smile. "Yeah—there's one thing I'd like to add."
Izuku raised a curious eyebrow. "Let's hear it."
Uraraka pointed toward her utility belt, where a small handful of metallic spheres were clipped in place. "I brought a few of the support items the development team handed out. I've got these lightweight capture tape spheres—designed to deploy on contact and entangle anyone nearby."
She held one up between her fingers. "If I sneak in and tag the bomb while you're distracting Ida, I could also plant one of these. If he catches on and tries to rush me, I throw it and slow him down. I don't just want to win, I want to cover our bases."
Izuku's eyes lit up with admiration. "That's… really smart."
She smiled a little, cheeks tinged pink. "Hey, just because I float doesn't mean I don't think."
He chuckled. "No, you definitely think. And I'm glad we're on the same team."
They exchanged a quick nod, the last wordless agreement before the mission began.
All mights voice came over the pa system said the five minutes is up and the exercise has officially started .
"Okay," Izuku said, adjusting his cape and glancing up at the top of the building. "Stick to the shadows until I draw Ida out. Then you go in, tag the bomb, and use those orbs if you have to. Just don't get caught.
Izuku floated silently toward the rooftop, the cold wind brushing through his hair as he carried Uraraka in his arms. The two hovered just above the building, taking in the quiet hum of the city simulation beneath them.
Izuku looked at her. "You ready?"
Uraraka nodded, her eyes sharp with focus. "Ready."
Izuku shifted his gaze downward. His irises shimmered crimson as a focused heat began to build. Then—zzzt—twin beams of red laser light extended from his eyes, slicing a perfect circle into the roof. The metal sizzled, glowing red at the edges, then fell inward with a quiet clang as he gently kicked it down.
"Stay close," he whispered.
Back in the observation room, a few students stared at the screen in awe.
Kirishima leaned forward. "Wait, his eyes just cut through the roof? What kind of quirk is that?"
Sero scratched his head. "I thought he was just super strong... and could fly. And now lasers?"
Tsuyu tilted her head. "That's not a normal emitter quirk..."
All Might, arms crossed and eyes on the screen, finally answered.
"His quirk is called Solar Radiation Absorption. It's a mutation-type quirk—his body is like a living solar battery. He metabolizes sunlight and converts it into energy, which grants him various abilities."
The class continued to listen as All Might elaborated.
"He gains super strength, speed, flight, enhanced senses, and yes—laser vision. But all of it is fueled by the sun. The more exposure, the stronger he gets. Think of it as nature's way of empowering him."
Yaoyorozu nodded, fascinated. "So he's a one-man power arsenal."
Mineta, arms crossed and unimpressed, muttered, "Yeah, well, I bet his costume still looks dumb with those red undies on the outside."
Ojiro glanced at him. "Dude, not the time.
Back on the roof, the opening was now ready.
Izuku hovered just above it, scanning the floor below with x-ray vision before slowly lowering Uraraka down.
"He's patrolling near the center," Izuku whispered. "I'll drop down first and draw his attention. Wait for the opening."
Uraraka gave a thumbs-up. "Got it. Just don't do anything reckless."
Izuku smirked. "I'll try."
Then, without another word, he dropped into the darkness of the enemy base.
Inside the top floor of the training facility...
Ida stood near the nuclear bomb prop—its sleek silver casing reflecting the dim lights of the simulated villain lair. His hands were clenched in front of him in proper formation, eyes behind his glasses sharp with focus.
Suddenly, a clank echoed above him.
He looked up, just as a circular chunk of the ceiling thudded to the floor. Wind whipped down from the opening.
A shadow descended through the smoke and dust—Izuku Midoriya, lowering himself slowly into the room with a confident yet cautious demeanor.
Ida took a step back, eyes wide. "So... you found your way in."
Izuku landed with a faint thud, the floor cracking slightly beneath his boots. He stood straight, calm, his cape flickering behind him in the indoor breeze caused by the breach.
"I didn't come to fight," Izuku said, raising his hands. "But I will if I have to."
Ida didn't waste time.
He activated his engines with a loud BRRRRMMMM, dashing forward with incredible speed, shouting, "Then you've chosen battle!"
Izuku leaned to the side as Ida zipped past him in a blur. The wind from the speed nearly knocked over a desk nearby. Izuku turned just in time to see Ida rebound off the wall and rush him again.
BOOM!
Ida's knee came in fast—but Izuku blocked it with a single forearm, the impact causing cracks to spiderweb across the floor beneath them. Ida recoiled from the force, stunned by the resistance.
"Your mobility is incredible," Izuku said, stepping back, "but you leave your flank open when you attack in straight lines."
"I don't need to hear analysis from you!" Ida snapped, spinning and launching another engine-powered kick.
Izuku leapt over it, hovering midair for a moment before he gently tapped down, brushing his boot along the ground.
"You're fast," he said, "but I'm faster."
In the observation room, the class watched in stunned silence.
Kaminari whistled. "He's not even fighting back seriously."
Todoroki narrowed his eyes. "No wasted movements. He's reading Ida like a book."
Back in the simulation, Ida growled and activated Recipro Burst, his engines glowing a bright blue.
"Let's see you dodge this!"
He blurred forward, almost vanishing entirely.
But Izuku didn't flinch.
He raised a single hand—and with perfect timing—caught Ida by the chest mid-charge.
The engines sputtered in confusion. Ida's momentum was gone in an instant.
"I admire your drive," Izuku said, holding him firm but gently. "But you're focusing too much on speed. You're forgetting to think like a villain."
Then, as if on cue—
BEEP.
A voice echoed from behind the bomb.
"Hero team wins!"
Ida's eyes widened.
Uraraka appeared from behind the pillar, hand still glowing from touching the prop bomb.
"Nice work, Izuku," she said, slightly out of breath. "You really pulled all the attention."
Izuku smiled and let go of Ida, who took a step back, panting and clearly flustered.
"You tricked me," Ida muttered.
Izuku offered a hand. "We're training to be heroes. Outwitting villains is part of the job."
Ida looked at him for a second—then took the hand.
As they where heading down the stairs the building started to shake and they heard explosion
As Izuku helped Ida steady himself, the Victory Announcement echoed throughout the training facility.
"All right!" Uraraka pumped her fists, a proud smile on her face. "I can't believe we pulled that off!"
Ida adjusted his glasses, still breathing heavily. "You two coordinated well… I underestimated you both."
Izuku gave a humble nod. "Thanks. You were fast—I had to stay sharp just to keep up."
They were just making their way toward the stairwell when the ground rumbled beneath their feet.
BOOOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the building, throwing off their balance. Dust and smoke burst from below, and the walls vibrated with the impact.
"What the heck?!" Uraraka shouted, grabbing the railing as the floor trembled.
Another explosion shook the hallway, louder and angrier. This one blew out part of the lower wall, and bits of concrete scattered up the stairwell.
"That has to be—" Izuku began, but was cut off by a voice echoing through the smoke.
"Damn it!!"
Bakugo.
His voice was furious and unrestrained, roaring upward from the floors below.
"I didn't even get to fight him! He just flew over me like I wasn't even there!"
Another BOOM sounded out—an explosive blast that tore through one of the structural supports.
Ida's eyes widened. "He's still in the building—and he's destroying it!"
Izuku clenched his fists. "He's taking this way too far."
"Should we evacuate?" Uraraka asked, already beginning to float slightly off the floor.
"No," Izuku said, his tone suddenly serious. "I'll talk to him. If he keeps this up, someone's going to get hurt."
He turned, and without hesitation, shot down the stairwell, moving faster than a blur.
Training Observation Room – Seconds Earlier
The class, previously celebrating the successful mission, had fallen silent.
The camera feeds showed thick smoke and flickering lights from the floors below.
All Might's expression had shifted. His usual grin was gone, replaced with a concerned frown.
"Bakugo…" he muttered.
"He's out of control," Tsuyu whispered.
"Did he seriously think the match wasn't over?" Jirou asked, brows furrowed.
"He never got to fight," Todoroki said calmly. "And he doesn't like feeling humiliated."
All Might stood tall, voice firm but steady. "Midoriya is already on the move. He might be the only one Bakugo will listen to right now.
Izuku landed softly on a fractured piece of flooring, the air filled with smoke and heat.
He turned the corner—and there stood Bakugo, arms smoking, panting, eyes wild with frustration. The remnants of his last explosion still fizzled behind him.
"You!" Bakugo snarled, pointing. "You beat me in that test without even looking at me—and then you ignored me again in this one!"
Izuku stepped forward slowly. "I didn't ignore you. I avoided you."
Bakugo's eye twitched. "Like I'm beneath you?!"
"No," Izuku said, calm and clear. "Because I didn't want to hurt you."
The words hit like a slap.
Bakugo froze, his fists trembling.
"I've trained my whole life to hold back. I don't know what'll happen if I don't. You want a fight, fine. But I'm warning you—what you're doing right now isn't heroic."
There was silence.
Bakugo looked at the damage he'd caused—the broken walls, the fractured ceiling, and the scorched floors.
"…Tch."
He clicked his tongue, turned, and let his arms fall to his sides.
"I don't need pity," he growled. "But… I get it. Doesn't mean I like it."
Izuku nodded. "You don't have to like me. Just don't blow up the building next time."
After Izuku successfully de-escalated the situation with Bakugo, the rest of the training day proceeded without further drama.
The remaining matches were intense but uneventful in comparison—each team showed off their quirks and creativity under pressure. Todoroki froze the entire building without breaking a sweat. Kaminari accidentally short-circuited a floor. Momo built strategies around her classmates' strengths. And Kirishima, as always, was unbreakable.
By the time the final team wrapped up, everyone was exhausted—mentally, physically, and emotionally.
The students filed into the classroom again in their school uniforms, murmuring about the fights, strategies, and quirks they had seen.
All Might stood at the front, no longer in his Silver Age costume but still beaming with energy.
"You all did very well for your first combat exercise," he said with pride. "I saw courage, creativity, and a lot of potential."
He looked over at Izuku.
"And I saw something else… restraint and leadership. Midoriya, I want to acknowledge your conduct today—on the field and off it."
Izuku blinked, a little embarrassed by the attention. "I just didn't want anyone to get hurt…"
"And that, young man, is exactly what makes you stand out," All Might said, his tone turning solemn for a moment. "Some of you want to win. Others want to prove something. But remember: the mission of a hero isn't about ego. It's about others. Always."
The class grew quiet.
Bakugo didn't look at anyone. Arms folded, he stared at the floor, lips drawn in a thin, unreadable line.
All Might clapped his hands. "But don't get too comfortable! Today was just the beginning. You'll have rescue training, field simulations, and internships to test your mettle."
He smiled again, bright and full of pride.
"You've all taken your first step on the path to becoming heroes. Walk it well."