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"A whole week?" Inko asked her son with worry while they ate dinner. "You're gonna be gone a whole week?"
"Yes," Izuku affirmed. "P-p-part of my hero t-training. Gonna be g-gaining experience on how hero agencies actually f-f-function. It'll serve as a long exam of sorts."
"A week long exam," Inko sighed. "I had one or two of those when I went to UA, but they never had me leave town."
"Weren't you in M-M-Management, though?" Izuku asked with a slight chuckle. Inko just laughed and batted her son with a napkin. The two shared a good-natured napkin fight until they heard knocking at the door. Inko stood up to open it while Izuku straightened the table back up. As she opened the door, she was greeted with a surprising sight.
"Sir Nighteye?" Inko voiced, making Izuku choke on his drink. The pro hero nodded as Inko let him step in. Izuku quickly got up to greet the pro hero, noticing he was carrying a suitcase.
"I apologize for disturbing your evening," Nighteye said. "I meant to get this to you at school, young Midoriya, but I was stuck on some work." He held out the suitcase, and Izuku slowly took it, confusion clear on his face. "It's your hero uniform."
"M-my what?" Izuku stuttered. "B-but I didn't submit any d-d-designs."
"I am aware," Nighteye explained, "which is why you didn't get this before today. May I?" The group moved to the table and sat back down before Nighteye continued, "You're allowed to change the design in the future if you wish, but for now we'd like you to wear this during your trial this upcoming week. We had to get your measurements from the last time you got fitted for a school uniform, but I believe you will find that outfit a bit more...comfortable." Izuku took this moment to open the suitcase, and gasped at the contents.
It was an almost exact copy of Nighteye's own outfit. A formal-looking suit with a black shirt and dark green tie. The jacket and pants looked black at first, but when the light hit them they shimmered a dark green. Izuku slowly picked up the coat, and gasped at the weight of it. Feeling it between his fingers, he could also tell it was not regular cloth. It felt like silk, but seemed more...full, if that made any sense.
"It's made from the same durable material as many heroes' uniforms," Nighteye explained as Izuku and Inko admired the coat. "That by itself gives the suit some added durability, but the main defense is the coat lining. I'm sure you're feeling the weight of it. That's an American-made compound called Dragonweave. Flexible, undetectable, but also virtually bulletproof. Unlike your polymer shield it can even stop rifle rounds, but the impact from said rounds will still hurt. Speaking of your shield, the girls were kind enough to inform me of your arm's design before I placed the order for the suit, so if you look you will see your left sleeve has slits to accommodate it. The coat and pants also have a fair few hidden pockets to hold knives or small tools. Also, biggest detail...it's machine-washable." Izuku had been in a stupor throughout Nighteye's explanation, but laughed at that finishing joke. Between his arm and this suit, his day had been beyond amazing. Nodding his thanks to Nighteye, the pro hero smiled and stood up.
"One more thing," he said as he reached into his back pocket. After a moment, he pulled out a large straight knife (with a sheath) and set it on the table in front of Izuku. "Consider this a personal gift from me. Can never have too many blades after all." This time, Izuku shot from his seat and hugged Nighteye. The pro hero stumbled a bit, not from the impact but from surprise. After a moment, he smiled and returned the hug. He really was getting attached to this kid, huh?
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"I'm going with Uwabami," Asano stated while Class 1-C was heading down for lunch on Tuesday.
"You sure?" Hayashida asked. "I heard she mostly does commercials and-"
"That's why," Asano interrupted. "I want to become a model someday, and who's better to learn the basics from?"
"A model?" Kagaro asked confusedly. "I thought you didn't like people gawking at you."
"...It's complicated," was Asano's answer.
"That's her way of saying she wants to get noticed by-" was all Oyaneko managed to say before being comically slapped out off his feet by said classmate.
"I'm not sure who I could go with," Hojo Kimura sighed. "All I got is a long tongue, and I'm not sure who would even want that."
"You'll find someone," Sakai patted her shoulder with his chin. "I'm going with Uwabami too. She has that whole snake motif, so I think I'll fit in."
"What about you, Oscar?" Gakushuu asked the small mouse boy in the very back. "You choose anyone yet?"
"N-not yet..." Oscar fidgeted. "Um, chu go on ahead without me, guys. I need to do something." With an affirmation from his classmates, he dashed away from the group. Once he was around the corner, he pulled out the letter that was hidden inside his desk this morning. Someone wanted to talk to him in private. He didn't know who nor why, but the letter made it seem like it was important.
The letter asked him to meet said individual by one of the restrooms in the back of the main building, so that's where he rushed. Weaving between the other students, he got to his destination fairly quickly. Still nervous, he stood by the fountain between the restroom doors, waiting for whomever wrote this letter. After a few minutes, the hallway was empty. Where were they? Was this a prank? It wouldn't be the-
"You're here," a familiar voice called. Oscar froze. He knew that voice. Looking over, he saw none other than Yaoyorozu Momo. The tall hero student was smiling as she approached Oscar.
"Y-you wrote this letter?' Oscar asked. "Did chu need help with something?"
"Not quite," Momo smiled as she stood in front of Oscar. "I've been keeping an eye on you, Oscar. I've been watching how you act, how you speak, and-"
"Th-that's kinda creepy," the mouse boy stated, earning a laugh from Momo.
"Sorry," she continued, "but the point I was getting to is, well, I like you Oscar. A lot. In the romantic sense." She smiled and watched as Oscar's ears turned a deep red, and she swore she saw some steam pouring from them. "Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
"EX-CUSE YOU!"
Both students were startled by the sudden exclamation, and even more surprised when Maria Draconis just emerged from the girl's restroom like a dragon exiting their cave. Considering Maria's quirk, this might not be a bad comparison. The blue-scaled upperclassman was glaring daggers at Momo as she moved next to Oscar.
"I feel I should remind you," Maria hissed, "that Oscar is my manservant."
"Oh I'm aware," Momo glared back, "but being your servant doesn't prohibit him from finding romance outside his job."
"It does when I've already claimed him."
"Um..." Oscar tried to speak, but was ignored by the angry girls above him.
"Claim him?" Momo growled. "I was unaware Americans still viewed people as property."
"You know very well what I mean, Yaoyorozu. Don't assume I'm a heartless shrew like you."
"That's rich coming from a greedy scaly like you."
"G-girls?" Oscar whimpered as the two girls were literally head-to-head. The tension in their glares was so intense Oscar was certain that, if he stuck a piece of paper between them, it would catch fire. Oh wait, there were small trails of smoke trickling from Maria's mouth. There actually could be fire.
"Obsidian harlot!"
"Horn head!"
"You're only in this school because you're an overendowed brat!"
"And you're so hideous that your company stock drops 15% every time you look out the window!"
After that string of vitriol, the two girls just glared at each other while baring their teeth. Oscar was legitimately fearing for his life now. He felt like he was caught between a dragon and a gryphon, and his minor presence was the only thing sparing his life. After several seconds of tense silence, Maria spoke with a level tone.
"I get him Mondays and Wednesdays, you get him Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Fridays we share," Momo expanded, "and weekends he either rests or is with the girl of his choosing." The two girls shook hands, their eyes full of determination. As they shook on their business deal, Oscar stared between the girls in confusion.
"...What just happened?"
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Uraraka was hustling through the mall as fast as safely possible. It was Wednesday evening. She had chosen which hero to spend the week with, she had gotten improvements done to her hero uniform, and today was the day Melissa wanted to meet her to talk about Izuku. She was understandably nervous. How was she supposed to act here? How would Melissa react if she learned just how big a crush she had on the green bean? Or even on her? Why couldn't stuff like this be easy? As she walked down a set of stairs, she gave a brief glance at the two boys walking past her, recognizing them as some of Midoriya's classmates.
"I'm serious, man!" Tabata waved his hands. "Just like that, disaster averted! No fussing, very little drama, and they just shook hands on it."
"Fascinating," Yoshio nodded. "If only actual harem anime could be resolved so peacefully."
Uraraka gave the two boys a confused look as she passed them. What on Earth were they talking about? Whatever, not important right now. Turning back, she saw the fountain Melissa had mentioned. She couldn't see the blonde anywhere. Hustling over, she sat down next to the fountain and waited. She still had a few minutes before the preset time, but that also meant she had a few minutes to get even more nervous about this. Thankfully it seemed like Melissa had the same idea, as Uraraka had been sitting less than two minutes before the upperclassman made her appearance.
"You're here early," Melissa smiled as Uraraka stood up. "Come on, we'll talk over some food." Ochako followed Melissa through the mall to the food court. After getting there and ordering food (with Melissa paying for it), the two sat at a nearby table. The food helped Uraraka's nervousness a bit, but soon came time for the talk.
"So," Melissa smiled over her slushie, "about Midoriya..."
"...I-I like him," Uraraka admitted. "I mean, who wouldn't? He's kind, caring, always wanting to help everyone around him..."
"And you like him more than just liking him, right?" Melissa asked, still smiling. This got a squeak from Uraraka and her face turned pink. If the table they were sitting at weren't bolted to the floor, it might have started floating. As is, Uraraka was simply gripping the edge hard enough to make a few cracks. The blonde bombshell sitting across from her saw this and giggled, her voice flustering Ochako even more.
"I see you do," Melissa stated. "And I guess seeing him walk away with me gave you some...negative feelings, huh?"
"M-more than that..." Uraraka looked down. This confused Melissa. It was another few moments before Ochako continued. "I...I have feelings for you, too..." This got a reaction from Melissa, whose eyes widened. Ochako took a breath. May as well get it all out there, right? "I-I've had feelings since the Festival, when I saw you at the fountain after the cavalry battle, and for Izuku even earlier. I-I've never felt this way for even one person before, so to get that feeling for two people, and see they're together..." There was another silence between the two girls. Even the usual chatter of the food court seemed muted after that open confession. Uraraka couldn't even look at Melissa, too afraid of how the older girl would react. She tensed up when she heard Melissa giving a soft giggle.
"That certainly makes things easier, possibly," Melissa piped up. Uraraka looked back up at her as the Support Course student grinned and rested her chin on her hands. "Uraraka-chan, didn't ever occur to you that all three of us could get together?" The brunette's eyes widened.
"W-w-wha-"
"Of course," Melissa continued, looking off to the side, "I'd have to bring this up with Midoriya-kun, see what he thinks. I mean, I might be more in-charge, but I don't want to pressure him or make him feel like he's unwanted. Hmm, this'll be something to discuss..."
"Y-you're not weirded out?" the hero student asked. "I-I mean, I did just confess that I liked both of you, and we're girls, and-"
"And that's not an issue with me," Melissa smiled back at Uraraka. "I thought you were cute too. Midoriya-kun knows that. I complimented your legs when we walked away Saturday night."
"...Y-you like me legs?" Uraraka was blushing even more now.
"You kidding?" Melissa laughed. "Those things look plush and go aaalllll the way up. Almost makes me jealous. Anyway, I'll have to talk to Midoriya-kun about it, but I think I'm open to the three of us getting together if you are. Sound good?"
Uraraka was in a flustered haze at what she just heard. That...that wasn't how she expected this to go at all. She never even considered what Melissa suggested as a possibility. And here she was, being offered just that. Before she answered, she remembered those two boys she passed on her way here, and what they were discussing.
She'd have to ask if anyone in Izuku's class had a precognitive quirk.
---
On Thursday morning, Izuku found himself back in Mei's workshop. His arm had glitched up a bit the previous night, and the semi-explosive girl was tinkering away with his detached arm while Izuku sat on a bench next to her. They were alone in the workshop, as Mei's usual tinkering had scared the rest of her class into moving to a different shop.
"-and with that in mind," Mei smirked, "I presented what I knew and won that game."
"W-wow, Hatsume-san," Izuku said with stars in his eyes, "I-I had no idea you w-were so good at d-d-detective work."
"One of my many talents, Mido-chan," the inventor smiled as she fiddled with his arm more. "So, figure out your hero name yet?"
"N-no," Izuku sighed. "I-I got a lot of ideas, b-but none of th-them feel right."
"Can always just throw the better ones into a hat and pick one," Mei waved her hand. "That's what my cousin did." After another minute, she scooted closer to Izuku and went to work reattaching the arm. Once it was locked, she had him go through his exercise again.
"S-so, what was wrong w-with it?" Izuku asked.
"Eh, one of the wires for an internal component was a cheap piece of junk," Mei shrugged. "Anything else ya needed, Mido-chan? I won't be available during lunch cuz my cousin's coming to visit." Izuku smiled and was about to say something, but stopped. Mei got curious when she saw the contemplative look on his face before he turned back to her.
"A-actually, th-there is one thing."
Later that afternoon, just before school ended, Izuku was in Nedzu's office, turning in his student form with his chosen Hero name. Nedzu looked over the form, and when his eyes fell on the alias, he looked back up at Izuku.
"You sure about this young man?" the mammal asked. "It'll be a hassle to change it later if you want to."
"I-I'm certain," Izuku nodded. "I-I spoke to the previous b-bearer of that name earlier, and he s-seemed happy at th-the idea. P-plus, I owe the Hatsumes for s-so much. D-doing this for them, c-c-carrying the name forward, is th-the least I could do for them." Nedzu smiled at Izuku's answer and nodded before giving the form his stamp of approval.
Name - Midoriya Izuku
Hero Alias - The Analysis Hero: Scouter
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"Tomorrow's the big day, huh?" Melissa asked Izuku as they walked together Friday night. They had gotten into the habit of nighttime walks just as a way of chatting and relaxing, but always made sure Izuku got home before it got too late.
"I-I leave early in th-the morning," Izuku nodded.
"Sorry I can't be there to see you off," Melissa gave a sad smile. "There's something I need to do in the morning. Important stuff." She didn't want to talk to Izuku about the potential relationship between them and Ochako until after the week was over, either. She didn't want to potentially sabotage him with such a distraction.
"It's alright," Izuku beamed. "I'm g-glad we could hang out t-tonight." With that, the two walked in silence for a little while longer, both basking in the other's presence. As they neared Izuku's apartment, they were both wishing the walk could have lasted just a bit longer.
"I guess we part ways now," Melissa looked down at Izuku. "See you in a week, you adorable green bean." Izuku didn't say anything, but stared up at her with a blush on his face. She was about to leave before Izuku slowly gestured at her. It took a moment for her to realize he wanted her to lean down a bit. Curious, she did so and was surprised/rewarded with Izuku going on his tiptoes and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Both teens stared at each other after that, blushing in their own ways before Izuku bowed his head and ran off, too flustered to speak after what he did.
Melissa watched him go...her face forming a big smile before she started laughing. Of all the things Izuku could have done this night, that was the last thing she'd have ever expected. She was proud of him, in fact. Her little man was really getting confident in himself, and that was a very good thing. That little peck on the cheek was the highlight of her night. Sadly, such a thing was about to be dampened as she pulled out her cell phone. It was time to make sure she could actually do the thing she needed to do. Pressing a button, she waited as the line rang.
"...Hey, Uncle Might? I was wondering if we could talk about something tomorrow morning?"