I'm updating today for two reasons. 1. This story has hit 50k reads which I never thought would happen. Halfway to 100k! 2. I'm bored. I want something interesting to happen so I'll just watch as notifications pop up on my phone. Without further ado let's go!

"How was your first heroics lesson?" Dad asked over dinner that evening. Luckily, Dad was off duty that night, one of the rare times when he wasn't out at the ass crack of dawn saving people from the scum of the night. "It was really cool. I had to fight against Kacchan. I won our fight because he didn't know I had my knives, I didn't cut him, and he was so surprised he let his guard down. I was paired up with Ochako and we won the entire exercise. Mainly because Kacchan didn't communicate very well with Iida, you know how he is." I rambled on about my fight and my classmate's fights, from the look on my dad's face, I could tell I had that light in my eyes that I got when I spoke about quirks and hero fights. "Then I was thinking that I could ask Yaoyorozu about her quirk because it's really interesting and I think that it would be really useful for me to use.". My dad sat and listened to me in silence, all of my friends and family knew not to interrupt my ramblings. When I finally finished talking about the quirks in my class, my dad jumped in before I could continue on my tangent. "It's really good that you're interested in your classmates' quirks, Izuku, but I suggest you don't pester them for information about their quirks, you'll probably freak them out," Shota advised me. I laughed lightly as I went back to eating my food. "Izuku," my dad's tone was more solemn when he spoke again after a couple of minutes. I knew almost instantly what the subject of the conversation would be, and I didn't like it one bit.

"I know you don't want to talk about him, but they think they saw him today near UA." Shota got straight to the point, he was a firm believer in not sugar coating anything. "Some police officers and I investigated and it wasn't actually him, but I just want to remind you to be vigilant. Keep an eye out and don't go out without at least one other person, okay?" he asked. I could hear the worry and fear in my dad's voice. It made sense. I had told him what Hisashi had done to me. I thought I knew the lengths Hisashi would go to just to get me back. I hadn't told anybody why Hisashi wanted me back so much, I was scared to. "I know Dad. I won't let anything bad happen to me, I promise." I reassured my dad with a smile, but I think he could tell how much effort it took to maintain that smile. 

The next day when Kyoka, Kacchan, Ochako and I were walking up to the school gates we saw a huge crowd gathered in front of the gate. " I wonder what they're doing here." Kyoka mumbled as she shrunk in on herself slightly. She wasn't a fan of attention unless she was up on a stage and lost in her music. "I don't know but they're annoying as fuck." Kacchan growled as he powered onwards, shoving through the swarm of reporters and camera people. Kyoka, Ochako and I all stayed close to Kacchan seeing as he was clearing a very effective path through the media buzzards. "Izuku!" Ochako called desperately as she was swept away by the jostling currents. I tried to reach out and grab her but a reporter stepped into my path and began questioning me. "Are you one of All Might's students? Tell me, is he a good teacher? Would you say that he lives up to your standards? What is your name?" it didn't take me long to get overwhelmed by her questions. I realised that none of my friends were with me, even if I was in the middle of a crowd of people, I didn't feel safe without Kacchan Kyoka or at least Ochako within sight. "I-i-i need to g-g-get into school. Um...S-s-sorry. I... I... I need to." I began to hyperventilate at the proximity of the reporters and the fact that Hisashi could very easily snatch me from within the crowd. I was so busy panicking that I didn't even realise somebody had pulled me towards the gate to UA. "It's ok Izu. You're safe here, your dad is coming ok? I'm here Izuku. Hisashi isn't here ok? Nod your head if you can hear me Izuku." Kyoka's hypnotically husky voice whispered gently as she hugged me behind a bush. I nodded my head slowly to confirm that I could hear her. My mind was still filled with scenes of Hisashi snatching me from crowds and demonic reporters baring down at me, asking invasive questions with their silver tounges. "Please head to class Kyoka, I'll take care of him." My dad's voice broke through my haze. A moment after Kyoka's arms left my shoulders, my dad's larger arms replaced them; he squeezed me gently to reassure me that he was there and that he wasn't going to leave. "We're going to go to the staff room now, ok Izuku? Can you please walk for me?" He asked gently, waiting patiently for me to mutely nod my head before taking my arm and guiding me into the school.

We arrived at the nearly empty staff room. The only person inside was Auntie Nemuri, who was staring out of the window at all the reporters who were buzzing like flies, presumably complaining about the UA barrier. When we entered the room, she turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. I can only assume I looked like shit. "Oh my, what happened. You look so ill, Izuku. Come to Auntie Nemuri!"Midnight rushed over to me and scooped me into a tight hug. I will admit, the fact that the material of her costume was so thin and I was being pushed into her chest made me blush a bit, but she didn't seem to care. She simply stroked my hair gently and listened as Dad explained what had happened. "Those bastards. I hate to think what could have happened if Kyoka hadn't pulled our poor baby out of there." Kayama squished my cheeks and pushed me back into her chest. She held me in a vice-like grip whilst she hugged the ever-living daylights out of me. "I get that you're worried about him, but could you please let my son go, Nemuri." Dad said in his usual no-nonsense voice, though there was a hint of compassion in there. "Sure, sure. You can come to me if everything gets to be too much." Nemuri assured me before letting me go and walking out of the staff room, leaving me and my dad alone. "Izu, are you able to go to class. It's perfectly fine if you want to wait a couple of minutes." Shota whispered in a low voice. My family and friends knew that speaking in quiet tones calmed me down. "I'll be fine, I just want to change into something that will calm me down." I murmured. Dad nodded and waited for me to transform.

*Kyoka's POV*

I was really worried about Izuku. He looked really shaken up after being cornered by all those reporters. When I had been trying to calm him down he had kept mumbling about Hisashi coming to get him. It broke my heart seeing one of my best friends so broken. "Jiro? Are you ok, you look down in the dumps." an aristocratic yet gentle voice asked from above me. I looked up to see Yaoyorozu stood beside my desk. I immediately felt blood rise to my cheeks. Yaoyorozu had actually noticed me. She was stood right there looking down at me in concern. I had to calm myself down a bit. I just had to forget that a literal goddess was asking me about my well being. "Y-y-yeah, I'm fine. Something just happened to Izuku on the way into school." I whispered, I tried to speak a bit louder but I was way too nervous. "Oh, is that so? I'm sorry to hear that, is he ok?" she asked in concern. She was concerned about someone she barely knew, so kind. "Y-y-yeah. He just got overwhelmed by the reporters, they swarmed him and he doesn't do well in crowds." I explained, obviously not giving her the entire truth that Izuku was scared his psychopathic dad was going to kidnap him. "Yes, those reporters were quite bothersome, I saw Todoroki having a lot of trouble as well. Some reporters are just too pushy." she sighed before she bid me farewell and returned to her seat. On the outside, I still looked composed and as bored as ever, but on the inside, I was freaking out. Momo Yaoyorozu, the most beautiful girl in Class 1A, had just held a conversation with me. I wanted to tell Kat about it, but before I could leave my chair, Shota entered the classroom. A small green and black cat nestled into his arms.

*Shota's POV*

"Sit down in your seats." I told the class as soon as I entered the classroom. I had anticipated that they wouldn't be in their seats. Several students scurried to their seats as I made my way to Izuku's seat and placed him carefully on the desk. I could tell he didn't want to leave my arms by the way his claws snagged on my sleeve and the sad look in his emerald orbs. I gave him a reassuring stroke on the head before I walked to the front of the classroom and stood behind the podium. "Now for homeroom business. I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly..." I paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the way my class shared nervous looks, "But you're going to have to choose a class president.". "That's so normal!" The class shouted. I rolled my eyes at their dramatics and pulled out my sleeping bag. "Just make a vote or something for who you want to be president." I sighed as I began to climb into my haven away from my bed. "But, sir, we barely know each other!" Kirishima called from his seat, his hand was in the air to draw my attention to him, not that it was necessary seeing as his voice was pretty damn loud. "Don't care, whoever gets the most votes must have earned it." I yawned as I settled down into my sleeping bag, falling into a light slumber almost immediately. 

*Izuku's POV*

I silently transformed back when Dad was speaking, I didn't think anyone noticed me transforming back since all of their attention was directed towards Shota. When Dad began to gently snore in his sleeping bag, Iida jumped up out of his seat, drawing the entire class's attention. "We will conduct this vote in an orderly manner, please write down the name of the person your voting for on a piece of paper and put it in this box!" Iida shouted as he pulled a box out of nowhere. I wondered if he just always had a box handy. The class quickly scrawled their vote onto scrap pieces of paper and put it into Iida's mystery box. I knew that since no rule was actually established on whether you could vote for yourself or not, a majority of the class probably voted for themselves. I got a glimpse of Kacchan's paper and saw that he had written his name in big block capitals, the fact that he had voted for himself really didn't surprise me. 

"Ok, the votes have been counted and the results are on the board." Dad said in a bored tone, it was as if he couldn't care less about who was the class president. Dad pressed a button and all of the results showed up on the board. Imagine my surprise when I saw that I had the most votes followed closely by Yaoyorozu who had 3 votes, one below my 4 votes. I gaped at the results slightly before I snapped out of it and made my way to the front of the class on unsteady legs. Yaoyrozu stood beside me as my deputy, her confidence seemed very genuine to me. I thought Kacchan was a bit disillusioned about her. "Umm... Thanks for voting for me." I stuttered. I felt embarrassment radiate through my body at how timid and scared I sounded. I wasn't going to last very long as class president if I had a fear of public speaking. The class clapped for Yaoyorozu and me before we sat back down and finally started the day's lessons. 

The same as the previous day, I found the lessons fairly easy, there was an equation in maths which had me stumped for a little while but aside from that the lessons were fine. The thing that was on my mind nearly constantly was that Hisashi was out there and he was probably looking for me. The crowd of media outside of my school had really affected me and I hated the anxiety I felt just looking at crowds which Hizashi could potentially hide in. "Izuku!" Kacchan shouted, causing me to jump slightly. "Hmm? Oh sorry, Kacchan, what were you saying?" I asked. Kacchan rolled his eyes and waved his hand around the classroom, bringing to my attention that the room was empty. "It's lunchtime, are you coming or not dipshit?" Kacchan snapped, he was clearly angry. "Yeah, I'm coming." I sighed. As I followed Kacchan from the room I felt a weird sensation in my gut. I narrowed my eyes slightly and swept the area with my gaze. I had the feeling something was going to happen. 

"So your quirk makes your lipids in your body into objects? Do you have to know the chemical and atomic structure of the object?" I asked Yaoyorozu. When Kacchan and I had entered the cafeteria Kyoka and Ochako and Iida were sat with Yaoyorozu, it was the perfect opportunity to ask her about her quirk. "Yes, the more I create an object the easier it is for me to create it on impulse. For example, I can make Russian nesting dolls without thinking about it. The drawbacks of my quirk are that if I run out of lipids I won't be able to create anything. Most people would think that my quirk would be very simple to work but it's very intricate. Oh, and call me Yaomomo or Momo." she smiled. She seemed so sweet. I scrawled every word she said into my hero analysis book, her quirk was really handy. When I had finished taking notes on Yaomomo's quirk, I finally decided to actually engage in the conversations going on around me. "Yes, I am indeed the brother of the hero Ingenium, I hope to be just like my brother once I graduate from school." Iida was speaking to Ochako, waving his arms around with his signature robotic movements. "Sure your quirk is good but it won't be shit unless you're actually confident in your abilities." Kacchan, rather rudely, barked at Yaomomo. I wasn't sure if Kacchan was intending to be rude, but Yaomomo seemed to just overlook the rude part of his remark and just thanked him for complimenting her quirk, to which Kacchan just tutted and started shovelling food into his mouth. "What are you, a pig? Eat properly Katsuki!" Kyoka scolded Kacchan in annoyance. She really hated it when she could hear people eating or see the food in their mouths, it was a little pet peeve she had. Kacchan swallowed his food and was about to respond when a shrill alarm started wailing.

The entire student body stilled for a moment before the hall was thrown into disarray. Chairs were thrown backwards as students rushed from the cafeteria and began to flood out into the hall. "Something must have triggered one of UA's alarms." Yaomomo yelled over the piercing screech of the alarm. "No shit sherlock!" Kacchan snarked back. " We should probably follow our upperclassmen, they should know what to do!" I yelled over the stamping of feet and ear-piercing alarm. My friends nodded in agreement as we followed the rest of the stampeding students into the hallway.

Our upperclassmen didn't know what they were doing. They screamed and shoved in an attempt to run away from...something. Nobody actually knew what was happening, they were just panicking. I had lost my friends as soon as we were swept into the crowd. Of course, this did nothing to help my anxiety. I was in an unfamiliar situation, surrounded by unfamiliar people with all too familiar emotions raging through me. I was scared. Lonely. Anxious. Every bump on my arm felt like a fire burning me. I felt my heart pound in my chest and my head spin. The world tilted dangerously and I felt nauseous. People's bodies pressed in on me. The screams and fearful cries of the crowd reminded me of my mother's pleas for Hisashi to stop. I felt my knees buckling as the whole world spun. My chest ached painfully. I felt like giving in, but a peculiar noise snapped me from my panic. I looked up and saw Iida whizzing through the air like a Catherine wheel. I stared, mouth agape, at Iida as he came to a stop in an odd position against the wall. "EVERYONE! PLEASE CALM DOWN! IT IS SIMPLY THE MEDIA! PLEASE ACT IN AN ORDERLY FASHION!" Iida shouted from his position above the fire exit sign. The corridor became silent, I wasn't pushed or jostled, everyone came to a standstill. Slowly, everyone began to reanimate and slowly make their way towards the exit, this time in an orderly fashion. 

As everyone exited the hallway, I was leant against the wall, trying my hardest to calm myself down. I reassured myself that it was just the pesky reporters who had gotten into the school. I told myself Hisashi couldn't get me whilst I was in UA. But, I just couldn't convince myself I was safe yet. My heart refused to calm down. I was so lost in my thought I didn't notice somebody approaching me. "Midoriya?" a pleasant female voice asked gently. I looked up at Yaomomo, her figure was slightly blurry through the tears which had gathered in my eyes. "Would you like me to take you to Aizawa-sensei? He brought you in after you got overwhelmed by the crowds, right? You were the cat this morning?" Yaomomo spoke in a reassuring tone. She didn't touch my arms, probably noticing how I held them close to my chest, and instead rubbed soothing circles into my back. "I'm going to take you to the teacher's lounge, ok? You seem really shaken up.". 

I allowed Yaomomo to guide me for a few moments until my head started working again. "T-t-thank you Yaomomo. I'm sorry y-y-you had to see me like that." I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence which had descended between us. She smiled down at me (why was she so tall?), "Don't worry about it Izuku. We all have times when we're a bit more vulnerable, it's human nature." she spoke in a calming voice. I nodded my head and we resumed walking in silence. We were nearing the staff room when I spoke again. "Yaomomo, I feel fine now. I can speak to Aizawa after school, I'd rather not go to the staff room." I explained, hoping she would understand. Yaomomo sighed heavily and stopped walking, from the look on her face it was clear she was deep in thought. "Fine, we will return to our classroom. However, if you feel even the smallest bit off, I'm whisking you away." she sounded really determined. I chuckled slightly at her enthusiasm. We had only known each other for roughly 3 days and yet Yaoyorozu was already passionate about protecting her classmates. It was a good feeling, having someone you barely know care about you, it gives you hope for the kindness of humanity. 

"Umm... so I'm thankful that I got the majority of the votes for class president, but... I don't think I'm the best student to fulfil this role. I'd like to relinquish my position to Iida, he acted perfectly in the 'crisis' situation we had today and was able to direct even his upperclassmen to behave in a manner befitting of UA students." I gained confidence as I explained why I thought Iida would be a suitable class president. The class seemed to be in agreement with me about Iida's ability to lead us, so it was decided that he would be class president. I heard Yaomomo mutter a bit bitterly about gaining more votes but I knew she would warm up to the decision. 

"Are you ok Little Listener?" Papa asked me over dinner that night. Dad was out on patrol and Papa had decided to join me for dinner. "I'm fine, Papa. Just those media vultures really scared me today. I thought that he was mixed in with them." I whispered I wasn't scared to admit my fears to Hizashi. He would never ridicule me for something beyond my control. "It's fine to be scared, Izu, fears are what make us human." I smiled at the sentiment. I knew that my family and friends would there to help me face my fears.         

Ngl, I'm not sure about ships anymore. I'm probably gonna still have tododeku and momojiro but I think that's gonna have to be it. I just don't think I have the capacity to write about too many ships. I don't think I would like randomly adding in some Tsuchako, shinkami or another ship because I like developing the relationship and I just won't have time for that. There might be kiribaku but I can't guarantee that. Plus, I'd rather centre this fanfic around angst and action than romance. Erasermic is already established so that's not going away. Sorry if this disappoints you but I'm not that good of an author that I can write about 5 different relationships all developing at the same time. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a lovely day wherever you are.