The next day:
"Alright, today you guys have to choose a class leader."
Eraserhead, who looked as sleep-deprived as he did two days ago, spoke up while standing in front of the class, still in his sleeping bag. A while ago, I complained to two students that there was a problem. One person uses emotion. One person destroys his own body. He thought he would be faced with a headache.
The whole class was talking excitedly. Each of them presented themselves with amusement. As for Izuku, he remained silent. To be honest, he really didn't want to be. His experience in middle school had taught him that if you don't want to run around until your head spins, then don't try to be the class leader.
In the midst of chaos, everyone wants to be the room leader. Tenya then spoke out loud and proposed a method for voting for class leaders according to democratic principles. A quiet murmur arose. Everyone has only known each other for a few days; where will their trust come from? He probably won't get away with voting for himself anyway.
And the results were really what they were. Everyone had their own votes except for Tenya, Ochako, and Shoto, and there were two people who received more than one vote.
Izuku and Momo
"Who voted for Deku?"
'That's it'
Izuku was just as curious as Katsuki. It meant that two people had chosen him. Because he voted for Momo. For two reasons: One is to be a recommended student. This means that each skill must be at an excellent level. and the second was the battle analysis he had heard from his classmates. The first point is confirmed to be true. Shoto, who is a student, also recommends it. But as you can see, they are very private people. Definitely not suitable for this job.
The result ended with Momo being the class leader with three votes. Izuku became vice captain by two votes.
***
At lunchtime, Izuku learned that his scores came from Tenya and Ochako. not surprised because those two were the people he talked to the most. Then it was learned that Tenya came from a family that all had heroes. That would explain his demeanor. Probably because of the pressure and expectations from the people around us...
Not long after, the alarm sounded—level three!? The seniors said it meant that an outsider had entered without permission. The people in the cafeteria rushed towards the exit in panic. It became a crowded situation.
Izuku was separated from his friends by a mass wave of people. He was pushed and pushed against the glass. That's when he saw the professors, who were organizing a group of reporters outside. He immediately realized what had happened. I need to let everyone know so we can stop panicking.
'It must be something that catches everyone's attention'
Izuku used reinforcements. and jumped up above the crowd. Then he kicked the concrete pole behind him to launch himself towards the emergency exit sign. Before making a whistle and blowing it to attract attention, he told everyone the truth.
"There's nothing! The intruder was just a reporter. The teachers are taking care of it!"
***
There is no basic hero class in today's afternoon class. Due to the chaos at lunchtime, the teachers had to go to a meeting. The remaining subjects were therefore canceled. It makes students able to do anything. So everyone dispersed. Izuku took this opportunity to get his hero outfit repaired.
So at this moment, a green-haired person from the Hero Department who was carrying a bag containing a damaged hero outfit stopped in front of the Support Department's research room door. The sound of metal and objects thrown carelessly through the metal can be heard.
He thought he should knock on the door first.
"… I can't find that bastard. Come on, where are you, my child?"
has a feminine voice. And he sounded clearly annoyed. as it emanates
'Even like that She said out loud, 'My child' Really?'
Izuku hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door. He then cautiously took two steps back. Before turning himself away from the door, he prepared himself in case he was needed.
Boom!
Izuku's caution was rewarded when a loud noise came from the other side of the door.
'Is that an explosion?'
Izuku thought suspiciously as he looked at the smoke coming out of the doorway. I almost went into the hospital room again. He was currently debating whether or not to go back first. Because the other side of the door looked extremely unreliable.
Wow!
The heavy iron door slid open. Before that, Izuku was greeted by the sight of a pink-haired girl wearing a tank top and large glasses on her head. She walked out of the smoke, looking disheveled.
"Oh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, who's here?"
"It's you…" A coughing sound sounded from the room. seems to be a man. "Just because an idea pops into my head doesn't mean I have to create it right away!"
The owner of the grumbling voice walked out the door. He was topless and wore a hat that covered most of his face except for his mouth.
"Whoa, whoa, mistakes are the mother of success, Master Powerloader. Just like Edison said. [Just because something doesn't do what you planned to do doesn't mean it's useless." The pink-haired girl retorted.
"This is not the time to talk nonsense! Can't you just listen to what I say?! It's only day three. Third day of school! But you exploded again!" The same man still shouted. But it did not receive the attention of the accused.
"Yo!" she greeted, panting. Oil stains and other marks on her clothes: "My teacher and I are raising a child. Is there anything I can help with?"
Izuku decided to ignore the Power Loader Master's misleading words and mutterings. 'I didn't make a child with you!' and immediately got to the point. "I came to repair and improve hero outfits."
"Oh, what do you want me to do?" She looked at him, looking up and down, before moving her eyes to the bag he was holding.
"um…"
"Let me see," she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed it from Izuku and walked back into the room. Seeing this, Izuku followed. Inside, it looks like a room used to create things. Full of tools And it would probably look better if it didn't explode.
"Don't rely on Son Hatsume. Give me the manual first," the power loader said to the girl. Then he turned and spoke to Izuku. "I'll see what I can do. If it's just a little bit, there won't be any problems, and it'll be done in a few days. But if you want to make a major overhaul, you have to wait for the government to approve it."
"I would like the suit to be more durable and flexible."
"You've come at the right time. My name is Hatsume Mei, and as you know, I'm in the support department. It is my job to do your bidding."
Izuku's demand was cut short by the introduction of the pink-haired girl. She came so close that he had to pull away because of his embarrassment.
"Ah, uh, my name is Midoriya Izuku."
"What kind do you want? Want to try it on my child? What is your quirk? Do you like flying?"
May asked a series of questions as she caressed the green-haired person's body without permission.
"Hmm, great. Your body is fitter than it looks. Haha. I like people with muscles like you."
"Uh…"
Izuku backed away, blushing. Having never been born, he had never been touched like this by a woman before, except his mother.
"Hatsume!"
"Teacher fees!"
Mei moved back to Izuku's bag, took out the outfit, and took the manual she found in the bag to the power loader. before returning attention to the next set.
"What are you doing?!"
May exclaimed at the hero's outfit, which was completely unseen. But for a moment, she smiled.
"Explain your quirk. The circumstances that led to the destruction of this outfit "Oh, and agreed to be a tester for my children!"
Izuku blinked at her words. These demands are not unreasonable conditions. Except for the last point. But if she could fulfill his wishes like she claimed, there would be no reason to refuse.
"Tester?"
"Oh, just come here every once in a while, experimenting on my children or actually putting your clothes to use," she said with a shrug. "I helped you. You helped me. Winwin, right?"
It sounded good; the only thing that made Izuku hesitate was the explosion she made.
"It is a proposal worth considering. Even seeing Hatsume like this, I accept your skills. Not to mention that, in the future, she would do better. If you need a supporter on your hero path, you should make friends with her," Powerloader advised.
When Izuku heard this, he nodded and decided to accept, considering the benefits. This way, he could also add more equipment to his arsenal.
"My quirk is Replication. As long as I understand, I can make a copy of that."
May gasped, and her eyes widened. before she screamed, "That suits my job very well. I'll have the opportunity to try lots of things without fear of running out of materials! Would you be interested in being my partner!? Oh my children, mother has come!"
Unbeknownst to Izuku, the Powerloader winced and muttered a soft, "Oh no."
Meanwhile, the young girl was excited about her new knowledge. Izuku decided to put an end to her dream before it went any further. "I'm sorry to say that what I've created will only last for a short while. And I don't think it can withstand modification without first disappearing."
He swore he heard the Powerloader sigh.
"Oh, what a shame!" May looked sad but quickly recovered. "And what about your outfit?"
"That was from yesterday's battle test. Those burn marks were from the explosion. The broken right arm came from me using too much power," Izuku explained.
"That was pretty harsh. But from the material used in this suit, it is already very durable," May questioned.
"Surely it can support my normal power. But when I use it more, it tears the dress off. Although I don't think I'll ever need that kind of power again, But it won't hurt if you don't," Izuku replied.
"Are you saying you can become stronger?" May asked.
"You can say that. But when I went to a higher level, my body was also injured. Therefore, I would like a significantly more durable suit and arm guards or gloves that absorb the recoil from punches. And maybe the legs as well," Izuku told him what he wanted.
"I think I can do it." May accepted the request before asking again. "But do you know how much more power you have than normal? Because I need to know the level you're at so I can predict the durability of the outfit."
"I'm not sure about that. I just thought I'd put in as much as I could at the time," Izuku replied, scratching his chin. He had never really thought about it. It was another mistake he made by overlooking things close to him.
"That will be a problem." May also thought deeply. "Maybe we will go to a model city or a forest. And let you use your power like yesterday?"
"And break my arm." Izuku thought of what he had to go through.
"We can use the training footage as a reference," Powerloader interjected. "Because there were cases where students didn't know their true powers, they couldn't provide enough information to create costumes. So we need to use video to analyze the true capabilities."
"Oh, that's great. Although I would like to see that power with my own eyes," May said with regret. Of course, the real need Her job was to put the equipment to the test in a new environment.
The Powerloader ignored him and continued talking. "If what you said is true, It will take a long time to procure the materials."
"Thank you," Izuku said.
"Alright, if there's no problem with your outfit, then come and try on the kids. Let's get mine!" May said it excitedly as she pulled out a steel skeleton outfit from nowhere. "This is my prototype. A jetpack was also installed."
Izuku sensed the strangeness of what was in front of him. But a deal is a deal.
... or maybe he would avoid it in favor of something safer.
"Uh, what is that thing over there?" Izuku pointed at the armband on the table.
"Oh, that one is a web shooter," May replied.
"Filament launcher?" Izuku was curious about its appearance.
"I came up with the idea of an American hero with a spider quirk. He shoots webs from his butt. I think it's too funny. So I made a web shooter that attaches to my wrist instead. It looks cooler," she explains of her invention.
"That's really cool!" Izuku commented out loud.
"Right? Are you interested in giving it a try?" May asked.
"Yes," Izuku admitted. He thought it was much safer than a steel-frame suit.
"Then let's do it," May said as she walked over and picked up a web shooter.
Izuku took it and began to put it on. "Is there anything I need to know?"
"First of all, you put it on the wrong side." May came to correct him. By placing the device in front of your wrist. and placing the button protruding from the device in the palm of his hand. "Second, the fibers are made of a synthetic material that is very tough and flexible. And it will dissolve in one to two hours."
"Okay," Izuku began to inspect the equipment, his expressions worsening. "If I had to guess, the button on the palm is for shooting. And what about the range? Acceptable weight? Number of shots fired? How does it work? How do you aim to hit the target?"
"I'm glad you're interested in my child," May said with a smile. "Okay, let's start by moving the buttons on the machine first. Move it all the way to the end."
Izuku immediately tried to follow. Suddenly, there was a small spot of green light. appears on the machine. Along with that, a red spot appeared on the wall where Izuku raised his arm. It is to turn on the machine and fire the laser.
'If you just turn it on, just move it to the middle.' Izuku immediately understood how this system worked.
May then began to explain her invention. "It's a laser pointer. I'm thinking of adding distance measurements as well. It connects to glasses that display measurement results. But leave that matter for later. The point where the laser appears is where the fiber will be shot. Its range is about twenty meters."
"Now press the button on your palm. Use the same hand."
As soon as Izuku presses, the fibers shoot out of the machine and are directed precisely at the laser point on the wall.
"If you release your finger from the button, the web will be cut. It can fire about twenty times if used for twenty meters at a time. The green light will change to yellow if ten meters of fiber remain. and red if it runs out," May continued to explain. Izuku released his finger from the button, allowing the web to be cut.
"I think it's really cool. It works well as a seizure device," Izuku complimented the thing he was wearing. He could think of various uses for this artifact.
'It's appropriate that even the teacher recommended it. I can't help but think about how awesome the other things she's created are,' he thought, looking admiringly at May, who was rummaging through her desk.
"Right? My child certainly did more than that. You can use it to swing yourself or pull things in as well! It can be used to tow cars easily. I say, Let's go to the city. You will really see the use. of my child," May offered excitedly.
'Because I don't know how long it will take to contact them. So we didn't have to wait for the Uraraka. So I'm free,' Izuku thought before agreeing with Mei's idea. "If you can do it, it's OK."
"Master Powerloader. I would like to use the beta model city."