The Hawk and The Falcon *DISCONTINUED*

|19| The Support Department

"Regarding the improvements to your costumes, it won't do any good to think about things outside your specialty. If there's something you want to change, go to the support department and ask an expert."

"Oh, Uraraka, Iida! Wait up, you two!" The pair turned to see the blonde girl running towards them.

"Don't run in the hallway!" the boy yelled, angered.

"Oh, it's Deku!" grinned the girl, walking towards him, "are you here for costume improvements?"

"Oh, you guys-" he noticed before a large explosion interrupted them, blowing him away as the trio gazed at him, startled. A fit of coughs came from within the smoke, metal clattering all over the place as a girl groaned.

"You know, you shouldn't just put everything you think of together!" the voice coughed, the smoke facing away to reveal Power Loader.

"'Failure is the mother of invention', Power Loader," cackled a female voice, "as Thomas Edison once said. Even if what I made doesn't work the way I planned, that doesn't mean it was a waste of time~"

"This isn't the time for that!" he scolded, "would you listen to me for once, Hatsume?!"

The smoke revealed itself to reveal a pink-haired girl with aviation goggles mounted atop of Midoriya, the four shuddering.

"It's been a while, huh? Hero Course students!" the stranger beamed, trying to remember their names.

"I-Izuku Midoriya..."

"O-Ochacho Uraraka...."

"Tenya Iida, the man who you used as an advertising tower at the Sports Festival!"

"A-ah, I remember watching that..." the girl sweat-dropped, "Miune Takami, nice to meet you..."

"Mei Hatsume! Well, I'm working on my babies-" she whirled around.

"H-hang on, I was going to ask Power Loader about improving my costume... all four of us, actually..."

"Improving your costume?!" she whisper-yelled, grinning widely as she came too close to his face for comfort, "sounds interesting!"

"Hatsume. It's fine for you to come in and out of the studio now that the dorm system is in place, but if you go wild in here anymore, I'm banning you." The girl slumped, muttering inaudible words as the Pro Hero turned to the teacher. "I already heard from Eraser Head, you guys are here to develop costumes for your ultimate moves, right? Come on in."

"This place is a workshop..." marvelled the girl.

"Now show me the instructions for your costume," he ordered, extending his arm with a frown, "it should have come with the case for your costume, right? I have a license to make costumes, o I'll tinker with what I can using that. For small damages and repairs, I can just report what I changed to the design company and they'll fill out the paperwork; for major changes, we'll have to fill out an application form and ask the design company to do it."

"That seems complex..." murmured the girl.

"It is," he agreed, "but the design companies we work with are the best, so they'll come back in two to three days. So what do you guys want to do with your costumes?"

"I was thinking about how I could lessen the strain on the ligaments in my arms," stammered Midoriya.

"Uh, Midoriya... you fight with your fists and fingers, right?" he frowned, turning to his computer as the teenager nodded, "I could just do it pretty fast with just a little bit of tinkering."

He grinned widely, though it faded as quickly as it appeared as he felt Hatsume feeling around his body, the brown-haired girl shivering.

"You can use my baby I've been saving, a powered suit!"

"U-uh-"

"This high-tech baby can read the contractions of your muscles and support your movements!" she exclaimed excitedly, "baby number 49!"

"I'm fine with support for just my arms," he tried, the machine moving on its own as he gasped in awe, "h-h-h-hang on, i-it w-won't stop-w-w-wait-"

It was honestly creepy, the way his torso had twisted around to face the watching trio whose eyes widened in horror as he yelled out. The boy took it off, leaning on the ground as the girls leaned over him, clutching his back.

"A-all I asked for was a brace for my arms, but my entire torso almost got ripped off..." he strained. Iida shuffled over to the teacher, whispering to him as to not get heard by Hatsume.

"A-ah... I'd like you to strengthen the cooling device on my legs," he whispered, to no avail as the girl suddenly appeared behind him.

"If that's the case... then there's this baby!" Deku and Uraraka shuffled out of the room.

"I don't need to change my booster, Hatsume!" he yelled, "besides, why is this on my chest?"

The boy crashed back down in despair, murmuring that his Quirk was on his legs. The girl sighed, tapping the teacher on the shoulder and eying the girl as he turned, raising a brow.

"I was thinking I could maybe add a visor of some sort to protect my eyes from UV or dust or someth-" she murmured.

"Ooh, I see!" beamed Hatsume, startling the girl as she whirled around, her vision suddenly blocked by darkness as she fumbled around, crashing into objects as she hissed, "this is baby number 37! A visor that can see through walls!"

"Th-this is nice and all.. but I-I just wanted something simple like goggles, or-crap," she swore under her breath, growling as she tripped over, falling into someone's arms, "who is this?"

"Iida," he muttered, the girl thanking the class representative.

"And start!"

"Why does a helmet need to-" she frowned, turning to the source of the voice as she let out a yell, bright lights flashing in front of her. She growled, yanking it off as she dizzily fell, Power Loader quickly pushing a chair underneath her to catch her as she caught her breath, blinking rapidly. She turned to frown at the Support Department student. "Why does a visor that can see through walls need to flash bright lights at me?"

"My bad."

"She's self-centred to a fault..." muttered Power Loader as he stared back at her, "but you know... if you're all aspiring to be Heroes, you should treasure your relationship with her. I'm sure you'll be calling on her after you become Pros. Take a look at that."

The Class 1-A students gazed over at a corner of the room which was filled with all sorts of "that pile of junk are all support items she's made ever since she came here. Even when we're not in session, she's here tinkering with some sort of thing..."

"It's only been a little over four months..." marvelled Midoriya, the four walking over to it when Midoriya suddenly burst into a large grin, walking over to Iida.

"Can you teach me?"

"I-I don't know what you're on about," he stammered, nerved by the eager teenager, "but s-sure?"

"Yes!" he fist-pumped the air, confusing his friends, though they knew

"Hey, didn't you want to improve your costume as well?" the girl questioned, turning to the other female as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, I wanted to improve my nausea-"

"Interesting~" sang a voice, the girl screaming as she turned and pushed the boys towards the door, frantic eyes gazing at a barrel with a dynamite-like thread from the top.

"HATSUME!" roared Power Loader, "WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!"

"Remind me never to piss off any of the teachers," murmured the girl, the students sweat-dropping as he turned to them.

"Oh, and Takami?"

"Y-yes, s-sir?"

He grinned widely, pointing at her as his hand formed a fist.

"I wish you luck in your License Exam because you'll be needing it."