Occurrence

Chapter 22: ALL MIGHT?!

Sorry, I'm not the best artist. I spent quite a while on this piece of shit. Basically that's what Izuku's hero costume looks like.

*Shota's POV*

The kids had done decently in the quirk test. Their quirks showed promise and they seemed determined.  I wasn't convinced about the Mineta kid, but Nezu had told me that I wasn't allowed to expel anybody on the first day anymore. Something about lawsuits from angry parents. I sighed as I walked into the staff room and flopped onto the sofa, it was my favourite nap spot and every staff member under the sun knew not to mess with it. As my head settled onto a plump white pillow, I drifted away into a light dreamless slumber.

*Izuku's POV*

The whole class returned to the classroom after changing back into our uniforms. It was practically the end of the day by the time everybody had arrived so we all collectively decided to just pick up our syllabus and leave school. Other students were trickling out of their classrooms by this point, so we knew we weren't too early. I walked out of the school with Kyoka and Kacchan at my side, we joked and bantered about our first day at our dream school. In all honesty, I felt like I was going to drop dead at any moment. My bones and muscles ached ever so slightly from all the transforming and exercise I did. I loved the feeling. It meant that I was getting stronger. Your muscles have to rip in order to get stronger! "I can't wait to show that half and half bastard how powerful I am! He's going to be the perfect rival!" Kacchan exclaimed, pumping his hand in the air. "Shouldn't your rival be Yaoyorozu? She got 1st place, not Todoroki." Kyoka pointed out. Kacchan rolled his eyes at Kyoka and began to walk backwards so that he was facing us, "Yeah, but just looking at her I can tell that I could beat her in a fight. She just doesn't seem very confident to me." Kacchan shrugged before turning back around and swaggering down the pavement. "I'm sure in a couple of months she'll be more confident, and when that happens I'll challenge her and win!". Kacchan's analytical skills when it came to human behaviour were really something. A person just had to blink a certain way and somehow Kacchan knew if they were a friend or foe. "She looked pretty confident to me." Kyoka said, slightly confused. "Well yeah she seems confident, but it's really fragile. Just look in her eyes, Kyoka, by the end of the quirk test she was doubting herself. Anybody with a brain stem could tell that!" Kacchan said dismissively. I looked over at Kyoka and the expression on her face said what I was thinking 'Literally nobody can tell that', the way Kacchan's mind worked baffled me. 

I made dinner for myself that night and retired to my bedroom, I knew that my dad wouldn't be home until quite late into the night since he had to work. I was sure to leave some food out for him, knowing he wouldn't have the energy to cook an entire meal himself. That night, as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling, I considered redecorating my bedroom. Over the years I had accumulated a plethora of hero merchandise which accompanied my All Might action figures and posters. I had posters from all sorts of heroes. Present Mic, Midnight, Ms Joke, Hawks and Gang Orca to name a few. There were so many posters and action figures it was hard to distinguish the colour of my walls. My most cherished pieces of merchandise, however, was my Eraserhead poster and model goggles which were damn near impossible to find. Dad didn't like the media so nobody really knew about him. But those people who did know him took it upon themselves to celebrate him like any other hero is celebrated. I had to go into some very remote shops to find that merchandise, but I wouldn't take back any of the time I wasted fruitlessly scouring shops as long as I had something to commemorate my dad.

"Your first hero course lesson will be this afternoon, however, this is still a school. Your morning will be spent doing your academic lessons before lunch. Behave properly for your teachers and don't interrupt class, or there will be consequences." I could tell that the last sentence was directed towards Kacchan if the steely glare which my dad levelled at him was anythng to guess by. Kacchan tutted, as he usually did, and rolled his eyes. I would normally scold him, but we were in the middle of class and we were explicitly just told not to cause trouble. It didn't matter if I was his son, my dad wouldn't hesitate to be just as harsh on me as he would to any other student. Just as Kacchan finished rolling his eyes, the door to our class burst open and Papa bounced in. "Hey, Little Listeners! Who's ready to learn some English!" He shouted enthusiastically. He was met by a few shouts of agreement, mainly from three kids in the middle of the class. Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero. With that, our English lesson began.