The test ended, and everyone went to change clothes before returning to the classroom, this time with the addition of a calm girl named Ibara Shiozaki, who ended up replacing Mineta Minoru.
Aizawa did not return with them. He had to handle some paperwork regarding the change of students. It was a hassle even for the laziest teacher, but he would have to get used to it, since he would be doing this every week.
The man felt so lazy that for a moment he wished he had expelled all of them. These were not empty thoughts—no one in the class knew it, but last year Aizawa had mercilessly expelled the entire Class 1-A.
This man was capable of that and more, which is why they had no idea how lucky they were.
....
Once back in the classroom, the atmosphere felt heavy.
Some remained silent, lost in thought. Others looked worried. There was also Bakugo being arrogant, convinced that he would never be expelled in such a pathetic way.
In one corner sat Todoroki, indifferent. He was extremely talented, a genius, the son of the Number Two Hero, Endeavor. Someone like him had no fear of ending up in last place. Deku was also there, looking depressed after seeing a classmate expelled from the class.
It was unfortunate, but regardless of what everyone thought, the rules were clear:
Every week, the worst student in Class 1-A would be sent to Class 1-B and vice versa. This system was designed to maintain intense competitiveness among students—something unprecedented at U.A.
Allen, meanwhile, yawned as he leaned against his desk. In the end, he had expected a greater challenge, but the tests turned out to be simple physical aptitude trials that utilized Quirks.
"If you fall asleep, you'll get scolded~" said Toru, who was sitting in front of Allen while gently stroking his hair—something Allen didn't mind.
"Do you know the story of the tortoise and the hare?" Momo smiled mockingly. "It doesn't matter how strong you are—if you're lazy, someone will surpass you~"
"Maybe," Allen replied with a smile, glancing sideways at Momo.
Seeing that it wasn't easy to provoke Allen, Momo snorted and looked away.
"Do I really bother you that much? I thought we got along well," Allen said, resting his elbow on the desk and leaning his head on his hand, his smile turning teasing. "Or were you just playing with me all those times we were together?"
Momo tensed up upon hearing Allen's words. She immediately turned toward him to shut him up, but it was already too late—the entire class heard his ambiguous remark. Some girls blushed outright, while the looks in others' eyes were a mix of envy and admiration.
"T-that's not it!"
Momo stood up and slammed her desk, her face flushed. But the more she tried to deny it, the more suspicious it looked. In the end, she sat back down and covered her face in embarrassment.
Itsuka sighed from the other side. "Can't those two ever get along?"
"Ara, I think they get along very well~" said Ibara, who was sitting behind Itsuka.
"You think so?" Itsuka tilted her head. "But they're always fighting... or rather, Momo is always picking fights with Allen, only to end up outplayed and humiliated."
Ibara Shiozaki narrowed her eyes with amusement. "Itsuka-san, that's what getting along looks like. If they didn't, they wouldn't even talk to each other~"
"Huh?... " Itsuka widened her eyes as she looked at Allen and then at Momo. Had she overlooked these signs all this time? Was it really true?
Itsuka pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling a sense of crisis. However, a gentle hand touched her back.
"Don't let a friendship fall apart because of unspoken words. Talk to Momo before jumping to conclusions."
Itsuka smiled.
"You're really kind, Ibara-san," Itsuka said with a smile. This girl had a way of making others feel better with just a few words, truly living up to her nickname, Maria—like the Virgin Mary.
Ibara smiled warmly. "I'm just a nosy girl~"
....
A few minutes later, the classroom door opened and Present Mic walked in.
"Hey, rough diamonds! I'll be the one teaching you English! Oh Yeah!"
"...."
Present Mic deflated when he saw the lack of reaction, but quickly recovered and began writing on the board.
"Shota Aizawa won't be your only teacher."
Allen watched the list he wrote with interest.
Eraser Head – Homeroom Teacher
Cementoss – Modern Literature
Present Mic – English
All Might – Fundamental Hero Studies
Ectoplasm – Mathematics
Midnight – Modern Art
???? – ????
"Oh! We'll be learning from All Might?!" Deku exclaimed.
"That's right. But don't overlook the other teachers—everyone will do their best to raise you into future heroes."
"Sensei," Momo raised her hand.
"What is it, Momo Yaoyorozu?"
"What do the question marks at the end mean?"
"Haha, that's a special class created this year. You don't need to know what it is yet—just look forward to it... maybe with fear."
'Special class?'
Allen's eyes flashed with curiosity, realizing this must be another change compared to previous years.
Wade – I bet it's sex education. These bastards must've noticed your abnormal libido levels and are desperately trying to stop you from knocking up all the girls.
"Shut up, Wade," Allen said to his Chat.
Batman – If I had to guess, it's probably something related to villains.
Barbara – It could be criminology. Heroes don't just defeat villains; they often have to be detectives as well.
Saeko – Maybe it's real combat. You can't expect to learn everything in a controlled environment—going out into the streets and facing the darkness of society is the best training.
Present Mic's class was normal—so normal that it even bored Present Mic himself. But there was nothing to be done; no matter how special U.A. was, it was still a school.
At lunchtime, Allen went to the cafeteria with Momo, Itsuka, and Toru.
The cafeteria was large enough to accommodate all the students and offered food at reasonable prices. The most curious part was that a professional hero was the chef—the Cook Hero: Lunch Rush.
The man walked between the tables, introducing himself to the first-year students. He wore a white apron, a mask, and a chef's hat.
"Why?" Allen's eyes widened slightly. Could this really be considered a professional hero? He couldn't understand how someone could become a professional hero just to end up cooking for students.
Momo laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that, right?~"
Allen shrugged. "Of course, there's nothing wrong with it, but I mean... couldn't he just be a chef?"
Toru tilted her head thoughtfully and realized Allen had a point.
Itsuka smiled teasingly. "You're overthinking it. Maybe being a cook is his second calling, and he fights crime in his free time. You know, some people are good at having second lives. Isn't that right, Allen-kun?~"
Allen crossed his arms with an amused smile, meeting Itsuka's gaze. For a moment, the two stared at each other without saying a word, until Momo coughed, breaking the tension.
"Can you two stop doing that?"
"If you're jealous, just say so," Allen teased, which irritated Momo.
Allen apologized to the cooking hero; this time, he didn't need his services.
In front of him, he pulled Itsuka's bento out of his inventory. When he opened it, it practically seemed to shine.
"So?~" Itsuka smiled, her gentle gaze mixed with pride in her creation.
"If it tastes half as good as it looks, I'll feel very lucky. Thank you."
Itsuka smiled widely.
'Allen looks so happy... how unfair,' Toru thought sadly.
It seemed the invisible girl had missed a great chance to impress Allen with her homemade food. But the day before, her head had been full of thoughts about U.A., leaving her no time to think about anything else.
'As expected of Itsuka... that food is wasted on that bastard...' Momo thought with disdain as she watched Allen smile.
Born with a silver spoon, she had never needed to cook, so at this point, she would never be able to imitate Itsuka. This caused her a strange sense of defeat, but all she could do was swallow that frustration.
As Allen ate, he attracted a lot of attention in the cafeteria—from students in Classes 1-A and 1-B, upperclassmen, and even a couple of heroes watching from somewhere.
Allen's performance during the tests had been beyond excellent. He had broken several records that had stood at U.A. for many years, including a couple set by All Might.
This put him under many people's spotlight, but beyond that, Allen himself was very eye-catching. Several girls had begun to idolize him in silence, while boys admired him.
Of course, there was also envy and resentment—after all, it's impossible to be liked by everyone.
....
After lunch, everyone returned to class.
As soon as the door opened, the professional hero Cementoss entered the classroom, greeting everyone.
[Ken Ishiyama "Cementoss"
Quirk: Cement
Type: Emitter]
His appearance resembled a humanoid block of cement, with black eyes and gray hair tied into a small ponytail. His superhero costume consisted of a sleeveless brown outfit with yellow stripes, short pants, and an elongated collar.
As usual, Deku was the most excited, but then again, he got excited over any hero.
Unexpectedly, the class was fairly ordinary. This was especially boring for Allen, who already knew all of this.
....
After enduring an hour, the atmosphere in the classroom improved, since the last class was the most interesting one.
"YO!"
The door slammed open and All Might entered.
"I CAME THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
This time, the number one hero wasn't wearing his golden suit, but instead a red superhero suit with a blue cape. According to Tsuyu's comments, Allen learned that this costume was from the Silver Age.
That surprised Allen, since it looked like a reference to DC Comics.
"It really is All Might!" said an excited boy named Kaminari.
"Is he seriously a teacher?" commented Kirishima.
"Good morning, everyone. I will be in charge of your basic hero training. This will be the subject where you will learn the most about what it means to be a superhero!"
'Are you really okay with this, Toshinori?'
Allen narrowed his eyes. He didn't oppose All Might teaching this class, but doing so meant he had to maintain his muscular form at all times. That had to be difficult, considering his condition.
On the other hand, Allen understood that All Might wanted to raise the next generation of heroes as one final act before his retirement.
Once everyone's excitement settled, All Might, still wearing a wide smile and radiating intense pressure, declared:
"Without wasting time, today's first class will be combat training!"
"Alright!" Bakugo slammed his fists together excitedly and stared at Allen as if this were his chance to take revenge for all the humiliations.
Feeling that malicious gaze, Allen looked back at him and gave him a mocking, contemptuous look, nearly making Bakugo explode.
"And for that!" All Might pointed at a wall, from which mechanical shelves emerged. They contained numbered cases.
"Here are your hero costumes, made according to the specifications you provided. They were created by an affiliated company that specializes in designing superhero suits!"
Everyone in the classroom got excited—everyone except Allen.
He remembered Nemuri asking him to do this. At that moment, Allen shrugged and left everything in her hands.
"Allen..."
Toru touched Allen's arm to get his attention. Despite being invisible, the girl clearly sounded nervous.
"Don't worry..."
Allen reassured her. Originally, students could create their own costumes if they hadn't decided yet. In Toru's case, Allen had told her to request one with good protection, and that he would take care of enchanting it.
The real question was: what would happen if Allen weren't in this world? Would Toru just wear gloves and walk around naked?
"Take your costumes and change. Once you're done, we'll meet at Ground B!"
....
Unlike the other boys, Allen didn't go straight to the men's locker room. Instead, he followed the girls and waited outside.
Some girls felt embarrassed, but Momo and Toru did a great job explaining the situation.
When Toru stepped out into the hallway, she was wearing a green full-body suit with armor-like protection similar to hardened leather.
"Allen, how do I look?!~" the girl said, striking a sexy pose.
"You look cute," Allen said with a laugh, "although I'm not sure how useful that'll be once it turns invisible."
"Ah!" Toru looked like she'd just been struck by lightning.
"You didn't think about that?" Momo said as she exited the locker room.
Her hero costume consisted of a form-fitting red latex suit with a pronounced cleavage. It exposed her arms and legs and included double belt-like pieces forming a beige-yellow skirt, allowing her to use her Quirk more freely.
She became embarrassed when Allen looked at her.
"I can't help it. My Quirk requires my skin to be exposed..."
"I'm not complaining."
"Pervert!"
Itsuka came out behind Momo, wearing a turquoise knee-length qipao with a black double-breasted corset that ended just below her chest.
She winked at Allen. "Well?"
"It suits you very well."
"That's all?"
"You look beautiful."
Itsuka nodded, satisfied.
Knowing he couldn't waste more time, Allen summoned a card into his hand.
[Template: Rowena Ravenclaw
QG 1: (Poor) 1 min]
Allen grasped the card, and it shattered into fragments of light before the girls' eyes. His hair turned black, a cloak appeared over his body, and a wand formed in his hand.
Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Ravenclaw House, was a woman who loved knowledge and was recognized as one of the most powerful witches in history. Upon receiving her template, Allen didn't just gain knowledge—he also inherited regret, the pain of a mother who lost her daughter at the hands of a bloodthirsty man.
It took Allen a minute to handle that "weight." When he opened his eyes, now darkened, there was a trace of melancholy within them.
Without wasting time, Allen raised his wand and began enchanting Toru's suit. Unlike Albus Dumbledore, Rowena Ravenclaw's knowledge allowed Allen not only to make Toru's suit invisible, but also to let it become visible again at the user's will.
Once he finished, Toru looked at her body in disbelief, and with a single thought, her suit turned invisible.
"This is amazing!"
"What just happened?!" exclaimed Mina.
"Was that magic?!" Uraraka asked.
"Incredible..." Momo gasped.
"Well, I've got to go," Allen laughed.
As several girls exited the locker room, Allen gave them compliments before leaving as well.
....
Walking through the hallways, Allen smiled. He had stored his costume in his inventory, so he didn't need to change conventionally.
Almost as if materializing out of thin air, Allen's clothes were replaced by a black combat suit with armored plates on his chest and arms. It had minimal details, but on the chest plate appeared a white "S."
This left the Chat speechless.
It looked as if Superman's suit and Batman's suit had been fused together.
"Nemuri..." Allen smiled while shaking his head. It seemed Nemuri wanted to expose his secret identity. "But I have to admit, it has style."
Allen didn't care much about superhero costumes, but if he was going to be one, he might as well look like one—and preferably with style.
"Although it's missing something..."
Taking advantage of the fact that he still had magic, Allen added his personal touch. In honor of Clown Crown, a white cape appeared on his back, waving with dignity.
....
Rebecca – So this is what the child of you two would look like. How cute, haha!
Kara – Pfff
Barbara – Hahaha
Superman – This is awkward...
Batman – Don't say it...
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A/N: You have to have style even to be a superhero. 🍷🗿
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