"Okay, that's it for class." Aizawa announced. It had been only a few hours since the incident at lunch and so far every student was actually being attentive to the lesson at hand for once. It absolutely wasn't in any way caused by the intense use of intimidation from a certain green haired student. Nope, not at all.

"Remember, there's only a few weeks until the final exams. You all are studying properly, right? I'm sure you already know, but it won't just be a written exam. There's also a practical component. Make sure you train your minds and bodies at the same time. That's all." He concluded, shutting the door on his way out.

Immediately, the class once again erupted into chaos. "I haven't studied at all!" Ashido and Kaminari yelled, the former being far more relaxed about it than the latter. Yes the class had arguably far more exposure to the hero world than most their age, however that also meant the class had yet to cover the same amount of content as other classes, resulting in them having to work in their own time to catch up.

"As if that wasn't bad enough, I'll still be doomed in the practical, doomed I tell you!" Kaminari continued, visibly distraught. It was a well known fact that he could not control his quirk as well as the other members of his class, never mind physical prowess. "You two, I may be of assistance with the class lectures." Yaoyorozu offered. Her welcoming aura resulted in both the aforementioned duo as well as others similarly in need of such lessons agreeing to her proposition. A harmless act perhaps, that is, if one was completely unfamiliar with the Yaoyorozu family's dealings. They were known for their duplicitous approach, often using tactics like those occurring at present to lure clients into accepting more dubious favours later on. It's the main reason the family has been in power for so long after all.

The group then looked toward Midoriya. "Midori-bro! You mind teaching us a thing or two?" Kaminari asked. "Please man, we kinda need it if we have any hope of passing!"

When he spoke Midoriya just looked at him as if he were a radio and not a person who is there to be interacted with. It is as if the words are still circulating the corners of his mind and not yet allowed to flow outward into the world. Unease traced Izuku's features almost on instinct. One could tell that conflict had also circumvented his thoughts in that brief break break in speech. Despite such obvious turmoil, Midoriya turned to them, his expression returning to neutrality as if to dismiss said prior discrepancies.

"Saturday. Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. We begin at 7am sharp," he sharply answered before turning to the same exit their teacher had used only a few minutes ago. Looking back towards the group, he grinned eagerly. "Don't be late," Izuku added, finally walking through the doorway and out of sight with Shinso in tow.

"Are you sure that was a good idea? What if they find out and use your training against you?" The insomniac questioned. 

Shinso had always appeared to be someone doomed to loneliness. His quirk combined with his general personality didn't exactly make for a good childhood growing up. To him, it was a miracle that he had met Midoriya when he did, or Nozomu since that was the name he went by when they met that faithful Saturday evening. He did end up divulging his true identity not long into the training alongside his past, even his quirklessness (though he was sure there were some details he left out, but he chose not to pry any further). Their kinship only strengthened after this, both teens sympathising with one another due to their shared hardships in life up until now.

At the end of the day, he was simply concerned for his friend. The last thing he wanted was to lose him because of a silly decision that he was certain would cost them later. "If it means that the heroes of tomorrow are more capable in their duties, it's a risk that I am willing to take" Midoriya responded confidently. "If you say so…" Hitoshi mumbled. 

They soon realised that they had reached the point at which their paths diverged. "Say, Hitoshi, would ya mind joining me in training 'em tomorrow? Could really use your help in demonstrations, seeing as half of them can't even throw a punch right," Midoriya asked, chuckling to himself at the last comment. "Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do," Shinso calmly replied as he walked off into the distance.

Tomorrow was certainly gonna be interesting.

Izuku sat alone on the beach, his eyes moving from sand to stone, from rock pools to breaking waves. In the gentle summer sunshine he felt as if he were swimming in the briny aroma, as if the new rays of the day brought a frisson of energy to his finger tips. The gulls brought their high notes to the percussion of pebbles at the shoreline. Soon the air became a soothing orchestra coinciding with the ball of light's early rise from its darkened slumber. Ultimately, he was grateful that he had chosen this location of all places to restore over a year ago; it was the perfect mesh of undeniable beauty and incredible practicality.

Midoriya peered at his watch again. 6:59 am. "They should be here any moment now" he thought to himself. Speaking of which, here they were now. First came Shinso, of course, accompanied shortly after by a variety of fellow classmates. Kaminari, Jiro, Ashido, Kirishima and Sero were to be expected; they were the ones who originally asked in the first place. Then oddly enough Bakugou showed up although he did immediately exclaim that he was here to 'keep those numbskulls in check' as he put it. Midoriya heavily doubted that was the only reason he was here but he didn't particularly care enough to ask.

"For this, We'll be showing ya the basics of hand-to-hand. It won't be enough to put down your opponent single handedly, however when in a situation where you're unable to use your quirk for whatever reason, it'll be sure to keep ya alive long enough for backup to inevitably arrive," Izuku explained. "To begin with, Shinso and I will give a short demo of what we're gonna be doing today," Hitoshi then stepped out of the small crowd, settling himself into an appropriate stance. Likewise, Midoriya followed, mirroring the insomniac's movements until they were both set to start the match. 

"Basic manoeuvres." Izuku reminded him, prompting the duo to change positions slightly, adopting a more relaxed stance than the prior one. 

"3… 2… 1… Go!" Midoriya barked. Right off the bat, Shinso charged, closing the distance between the two until they were only a few inches apart. Within seconds, he was performing a variety of punches each meticulously angled at different sections of the former's torso, all of whom were effortlessly parried by Midoriya. With every step the sand shifted, albeit minorly. It reminded the group watching this spectacle of the obstacle course a few days ago. Not only was the way in which one dodged the other comparable to that session, but the whole aesthetic conveyed by their dynamism was parallel more so.

On the other hand, one member of the crowd couldn't help but correlate the two with a certain pair of vigilantes that had gone off the radar a month ago. It was a ridiculous thought, but plausible nonetheless.

"Yield!" Izuku commanded, ending the demonstration. "That may have appeared tad beyond the realms of possibility for you guys, however I'm sure you'll be at least a quarter of that by days end!" He continued, ignoring the shocked expressions on many of their faces. 

"Now, for the first exercise…" Midoriya spoke. He went on to separate the small cluster into groups of two, allowing them to spar one another with the prime rule of no quirk usage, for that was the entire point of it. To much surprise, the day went better than expected, even to where they had managed to stick to the haphazardly cobbled-together schedule Izuku had curated the night before.
The next thing they knew, the breeze of mid afternoon had caught up to them. The eventful session was nearing its end.

Currently it was Izuku versus Kirishima, and Izuku was the attacker.
"Remember the stances Shinso taught you. Ready positions," Midoriya motioned, the opponents settling into their accustomed style. Fists were thrown 6 times in rapid succession, all coinciding with a number that he would call out as he engaged, fully anticipating and expecting the other to block with the appropriate motion that also related to a specific number, which he did. After every successful round, the digits would be yelled out quicker in sync with a sped up offensive. It was up to the defender to keep up until either one of the combatants tuckered out. Unfortunately, as mentioned previously, the attacker was none other than Midoriya, who had become known at this point for almost never giving in unless at the brink of absolute collapse. This predictably resulted in Kirishima faltering at one point or another, his defeat ensuing soon after.

"Good work! Honestly if you kept that up, I might have actually yielded that time!" Izuku complimented. "Somehow I doubt that man, but I'll take it!" Kirishima replied, miraculously more pumped than when he started.

"We could meet here, same time tomorrow to continue, if you guys want to of course!" Midoriya suggested. "Ok dude! We'll be off now, bye Midori-bro!" Kaminari agreed, setting off back home again. the group of teens would be lying if they said they weren't tired as heck from the day's events yet at the same time they were positive they would not regret it. 

Exams would take place in 2 weeks time. The leading rumour was that the mysterious practical section was against robots not too dissimilar from those at the entrance exams. Thus, they felt somewhat at ease considering they had faced such things before. It couldn't be that bad, right?

Oh how wrong they were.