Izuku is glaring at the surface of the desk when Asano comes in. He's tapping his fingernails on it in an ominous rhythm. He looks up to find the 2-A kid that he called out. The predatory gleam in his eyes brightens at the sight of the older teen. Midoriya lifts his gaze to meet the faux confidence that hides the panic and worry when they meet. "So, you think that I'm useless because I'm quirkless?"

  "We-well, I didn't really say that." Asano then mutters something that he doesn't catch and really he doesn't need to. He can see the comment clear on his face, in his body language.

  With this, Izuku's glare hardens tremendously. His green eyes glint with a sharpness alike to an edge of a blade. It's ready to cut into this kid if he doesn't start speaking. "You held so much confidence in the classroom, what happened to it?"

  Asano doesn't like this. He already hates the kid but he can't do anything. He is sure that the room is bugged with a video camera. He can't attack this quirkless kid. "I mean! Yeah, I believe so, Nedzu really made a mistake here." That doesn't anger him. He watches helplessly as the boy shrugs and agrees with him on that statement.

A sinister, brutal, predatory smile comes to his pale-freckled face. "Let's get started, now don't we?"

If anyone is confused why the 2-A kid is staring at nothing, seeming to be terrified for his life or about the whole screaming from the office, they don't say anything. This scares a few and they wonder how brutal the teenager can be. One timid, yet brave, girl walks in nervous and scared but comes out looking thoughtful and relieved. "Just don't piss him off and you'll be fine." With that ominous statement in the air, the girl leaves.

Helping the students with their quirks was so much easier than he thought it would be. They are so easily readable that it's not even funny. He keeps a cool head, writing down a few key essentials they might need for their training. "If you want to do physical training with me, I can give you a pass on one class, but I'll have to get permission. Here is a slip and have your teach sign it. Put your name down. Please be it a class not too important that you can miss it, okay?" he says to every person while handing them a slip. "Just understand you may not be the only one there. But every year has one designated day. Third years are on Thursdays, second years on Wednesday, and first years on Tuesdays. I'll be happy to see you on those days."

  Tokoyami's quirk is one of Midoriya's favorites. Dark Shadow is so adorable and he likes the quirkless human. The three of them talk animatedly for the entire duration, on his quirk and on random stuff as Midoriya works on notes that can be helpful. He bids him a farewell, smiling as he sighs in relief. "Send in the next one please," he calls after him.

  The one that comes in is stiff in his walk into the office, sitting down stock straight while watching Midoriya write something.

  "What's your name?"

  "Todoroki Shouto." He feels like he said something wrong with how tense Midoriya gets, anger spreading onto his facial features as his head snapped up so fast he might've gotten whiplash. He doesn't let any expression or implication that he even took notice of the change in demeanor.

  "Do you have a relative who's a hero?" he asks, his voice tight and hope in his eyes.

  Whatever he is hoping, Shouto isn't sure nor does he care. "My father is the number two hero, Endeavor."

  "Of course, it had to be him," he mutters with a venomous tone. He ignores the raised questioning eyebrow as he gets a different notepad and flips through a pile of papers. "Okay, so Todoroki Shouto, class 1-A, quirk: half-and-half. You have ice and fire but it's here that you only use ice." He glances up at the expressionless look on his face. He doesn't say anything, his eyes flicking all over as he studies the guy. The one who seems to be closed off with everyone. "You're holding it back without realizing the damage that can happen to your body, but you don't care since you've made a promise to yourself? I presume it's because of your father and honestly, I don't blame you." He takes in a breath looks over the file. "Well, everything is good and dandy. You're one of the strongest of the class but you could be stronger. I suggest using just a little—"

"No."

"I'm sorry? You're not going to use your fire, for fighting or whatever. Maybe in secret, but just a small partial flame on your palm. I'm not saying—"

"I don't care. I will never use his quirk." He's starting to get angry with this kid. Who the hell does he think he is? He does not understand at all!

Midoriya blinks, staring at the guy in front of him with an eerie blank expression. "Fine. Whatever. I don't care. You heroes are all the same," he mutters, rolling his eyes at the stubborn and pettiness in his voice and choices. He jots down a few ideas for his ice along with what he needs to work. "Here. This is on your ice only. If you only want to be petty, have fun destroying yourself. Let's see if you can become a hero that way."

Todoroki glares at him but takes the slips of paper. "What's the second one for?"

"A get out of class slip to train. First years train on Tuesdays. Just have whatever teacher, of whatever class you want to get out of, sign it and bring it to me. This is for physical training to see how well you are coordinated with your quirk and how you use it. This evaluation can help me figure out more things about you. It is not mandatory." He places the file of the other on the bottom. "And Todoroki, I won't force you to use your fire, but just know there will be a time when you need it and it won't be in control. Just a heads up for that. Your left side is a weakness. The paper has a bit of your other weaknesses too."

Shouto gapes at the kid who has villains running from him. The kid who laid down his life for them. "You hate my father," he blurts out. It's a statement not a question.

Midoriya leans forward, resting his head on his hands. "Maybe. But it's because of how much of a despicable human being he is. I'm hoping and rooting for you to not turn out to be like him, Todoroki. Have a nice day and send in the next person."

Shouto blinks and leaves the room, jabbing his thumb to the door for the next person and walks away. He stares at the paper where it holds notes of ideas, tips, and weaknesses. He didn't even have to tell for most of these. Just how was he able to know his weakness just by looking at him? He'll have to be careful with him. If this guy has worked with villains in the past, how can he be trusted to not spill any secrets to them about this? He doesn't know.

  Todoroki decides to go to this physical training and see just how it goes. Maybe he can work on something for the festival. Just once. He'll go there once.

  On Tuesday, Midoriya is standing at the training grounds. His eyes are on the mixture of classes. Around twenty-five kids from the first five, first year departments are here. The others didn't really find a reason to come by except tips on a few business plans or just how to use their quirks for whatever they need it for. He sighs when he sees students from 1-A (only five people will be let out in each class throughout the day so it's fair). They're competitive people who will try to make sure they get to the top. The only upside, Bakugou isn't there and will never be there. He scans the faces and sees someone that he can stand. Tokoyami and the other girls will be in the next lesson sadly. "Shinsou!" Izuku calls, smiling and waving at him.

  Everyone turns to the purple-haired teen who had been able to get a happy and smiley reaction from Midoriya. He sighs and returns the wave with a peace sign.

  "Alright! So everything will be different for each one of you. Please be mindful, I have broken ribs and stitches that have yet to heal so if you need help, come over to me and I'll try my best. Do not crowd me either. I will get to you all. I am one, small child, I can get lost easily." That earns a few laughs or unimpressed jokes. "Yeah, I think I'm funny but I'm not. Anyway, please split up, take quirk distance in mind. Just use your quirk normally, don't hurt anyone intentionally, and please ask permission before using your quirks on someone. If no one wants to let you, I will handle it, okay? Any questions?"

  "Wouldn't this be cheating? Knowing each other's quirks?" asks a General Studies Department student.

  Midoriya gives them that grin. "There's a difference between knowing the quirk and going against it. When you know a quirk, you can try to think of ways to counterattack, but it is difficult applying that to your fighting at times." He paces and thinks. "Knowing a downside of someone's quirk can be helpful, but like I said sometimes things don't go right and you can find yourself not being able to apply it. Anything else?"

  They shake their heads and get to a spot away from each other. Midoriya is standing to the side and watching. He walks over to a 1-D student, showing them a better stance for the attack. "Bend your knees a little. That's it. Now go."

  The fluid motion helps the girl better with her quirk. She goes through the motion and thanks him. He gives a few tips on how to better control her motions. "I just have trouble with my balance. I'm too awkward."

  "Dancing. You learn a lot of balance skills with dancing. A few classes, maybe just basics can be helpful. If you can't pay for them, tell me and I can help you."

  "You can dance?" she asks with surprise, not having thought that.

  "I know ballet, breakdance, and street. Ballet is one of the more simpler of the three, but it is very demanding." Izuku pats her shoulder with a reassuring smile. "I'll let you think about it. If you want, I can help in gymnastics as well. Just come by the office and tell me your decision."

  The girl nods and goes back to practicing. She weighs her options between the two.

  "Midoriya." He looks up to find Shoji and he nods, following him to his designated spot. He watches him, cocking his head to the side. "I'm trying to figure out how to use my quirk in a fight."

  Izuku nods and gives him a few tips, giving him a few stances. He shows him what he can do to keep a few extensions from getting hurt.

  "Thank you, Midoriya."

  It goes on like this, he walks around and helps those who he can see have a problem, while walking over to the people who need help. He helps Shinsou, letting him brainwash him. He realizes that he's conscious but cannot move. He does as he is told, until he is released from the shot of pain through his ribs.

  "Are you okay?" Hitoshi questions, kneeling beside Izuku who is grasping his sides on the ground. He earns a nod from the smaller teen.  "You should go to Recovery Girl, Midoriya. If you're hurting—"

  "Don't worry. It's passing. I just need to not overexert myself again." Izuku takes a breath and smiles reassuringly, getting up with his help. "How many people can you take control of?"

  "Oh, um, around three. After that, it takes too much concentration."

Izuku nods, giving him advice for it. He smiles and gets a few people over to help him, explaining that he won't do anything to harm them and that this is all for practice. He just wants to see how many people he can work on. He goes from one up until he has all four of them under his control. They do a few minimal things like hug each other or hug Midoriya who is glaring at him. A smirk on Hitoshi's face at seeing the helpless and uncomfortable expression on Izuku's face.

"Midoriya." Izuku looks up at the familiar voice to meet heterochromic irises. "I need your input on something."

Midoriya glances at Shinsou who lets go of the students who burst into laughter at the trick Shinsou pulled. The look on his face was amazing! They walk away with Hitoshi speaking animatedly, having a conversation on how they should make Midoriya suffer like that again. The said informant just shakes his head and follows Todoroki. The two go over fighting styles and stances. Midoriya asks about the things he can do other than capture them in ice. A battle strategy in case that doesn't work. He gives a few things but Midoriya shakes his head, not what he meant. He gives ideas like shards of ice that can use to scare the opponent or keep them from running. He gives a few more offensive strategies then follows up with defensive tactics. This way if there are civilians he won't accidentally encase them in ice.

The class ends and they head out, many of them thanking him. Monoma stays behind and thanks him, asking a few more questions on what he can do before leaving as well.

"You have an odd way of teaching," pipes up the one person he doesn't want to speak with.

"I teach people better than you that's for sure," he says without looking at All Might. "You were apprehensive on teaching here but I understand why. After all, you aren't cut out for it. I heard what happened during the training exercise at the beginning. Three people would've died if it wasn't for Kirishima's quick thinking. Bakugou would've killed them for his reckless behavior."

He doesn't have to be looking at the deflated form of the number one hero to know that he flinched. "Ah, yes, he is quite . . . ah, violent?"

Izuku snorts. "That's an understatement. I've known that guy since before he got his quirk. He has always been an asshole to everyone. I was the victim of many of his rampages." He pushes his hair out of his face, wrapping one arm around his torso. "What do you want? You wouldn't have approached me unless there's a reason."

Toshinori sighs with a frown, staring at the kid who had admired him to a point before having his dream crushed by him. "Yes, Recovery Girl told me to give you your meds. She saw you through the window." He hands him the pill bottle of pain killers and a water bottle. "You're doing well. Aizawa was impressed when he caught sight of it. Maybe you can—"

"Become a teacher here?" He glances at him, calculative eyes on him. "Give you pointers? I really just want to complete my contract and be done with this year. I do not care if you are trying to get me 'on the right track' 'cause that will never happen."

How different would everything be if I had given the boy a chance? "Ri-right." He sits down beside him, earning a glare. Midoriya pops the pills back and chugs down the water. "Recovery Girl wants me to stay with you in case something like that happens again."

"Sure," he mutters. The next group of one years come out. "Don't bother them or get in my way."

"Right. This is your lesson," he says, sitting back and watching him give them the same speech as before and gets them spread out. Toshinori is impressed by the boy's skills on teaching and analyzing them. He seems to be making mental notes on everyone. He would have made a good hero, would have been a good asset to them if things had gone differently that fateful day.