The boys' locker room buzzed like the eye of a storm.
Lockers clanged open and shut, some slammed with frustration, others with hurry and the air was thick with a heady mix—a potent smorgasbord of sweat, deodorant, and the unmistakable metallic tang of freshly unpacked steel gear.
The fluorescent lights flickered slightly overhead, casting stark shadows on determined faces.
Bakugo hunched at his locker, halfway slipping on the gauntlets.
He scowled sharply at the annoying hiss of vents adjusting the room's humidity—a detail nobody else noticed but him.
"Goddamn vents messing with my concentration!" he muttered under his breath.
Nearby, Kirishima stared with the focus of a master craftsman at two pairs of socks—a vibrant red pair and a stark black one.
"Dude, these are both fire. Why's picking socks so hard?"
He flexed, sending veins pulsing like coiled steel
Midoriya, kneeling on one knee by the bench, meticulously rechecked his boots and every strap, every buckle seemed like it required a meticulous examination and adjustment.
"Hey, Kirishima," he asked, out of breath from tying his laces,
He was unsure about the durability of the shoes and asked a manly guy with durable quirk.
"do you think these boots will hold if I jump off a tall roof?"
Kirishima threw an arm around him, laughing.
"Man, those boots? They'll survive way crazier stuff. Unless you break your damn leg first!"
He gave a hearty punch to the nearby wall for emphasis—too hard—and winced.
Bakugo snorted, not looking up.
"Just keep your damn feet on the ground, nerd."
Midoriya rolled his eyes but couldn't help a slight smile tugging at his lips.
The light teasing was part of their rhythm, a vital current in the storm of rivalry and friendship.
Nagato stood a little apart, his form smooth and lean beneath the signature Akatsuki robe.
His gaze sometimes landed on Aoyama.
'Sus'
'Something's definitely wrong about him.'
"Damn," Sero whispered.
Iida Tenya stood nearby, inspecting the calf jets integrated into his boots.
He had just finished installing a new cooling system—small vents that released cold air to prevent overheating during his high-speed charges.
"This addition should improve my stamina during extended combat," Iida explained, adjusting the dial for the coolant release with precise care.
"Efficiency is key to maintaining peak performance."
Shoji Mezou, multitasking with several of his arms, nodded appreciatively.
"A wise enhancement, Iida. Heat build-up can drain even the strongest Quirks."
Nearby, Tokoyami Fumikage and Sato discussed armor balance.
"Your left shoulder is vulnerable, Tokoyami. An extra armor plate might save you in a tight spot."
Tokoyami considered this, his dark feathers ruffling. "Darkness shields me, but physical barriers are always prudent."
Sero Hanta was engrossed in testing the tension of his tape quirk, muttering about maximizing elasticity and snap-back speed.
"I bet when Sero nails it, he could trap an opponent instantly."
"Yeah , his quirk is very similar to the pro hero no. 69 Spooderman"
"Is he the side kick of the Pro hero 44 Pink Panther?"
"Yeah and he's my role model."
Kaminari Denki watched him with admiration tinged with envy.
"Don't break yourself, genius," Shoji joked, waving an arm with a smirk.
Denki fumbled with his gauntlet triggers nearby until Midoriya stepped in to help him adjust. "Sometimes small tweaks make a big difference," Midoriya said kindly.
Denki smiled gratefully.
Aoyama Yuga was busy polishing a vial of his signature "navel laser enhancer," twirling dramatically. "Every detail must shine! A hero's weapon should dazzle as brightly as their spirit!"
Kirishima burst out laughing.
"You're the whole show, man."
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Across the hall, the girls' locker room was an entirely different cosmos—alive with playful heat, mingled voices, and teasing laughter that made the tiled walls almost vibrate.
Mina Ashido nudged Uraraka Uraraka with a sly grin.
"Oi guys! Lets compete whose are the biggest!"
"I bet Ochako's the smallest" she said which pressing against Uraraka's breast.
Uraraka's cheeks flamed instantaneously as she slapped Mina's arm, but the blush didn't hide the smile beneath.
"Shut up! Mine are totally normal! Nothing fancy here."
Jiro Kyoka leaned forward dramatically, voice teasing but loud enough to make a few nearby heads snap.
"I swear Momo's packing some secret weapon back there… things that could knock you out just by looking at 'em."
Momo Yaoyorozu's face blazed—an almost pompous rose flushing her porcelain cheeks—as she fought to adjust the padding in her hero costume without knocking anything loose.
"Jiro! You always embarrass me."
At the edge of the room, Toru Hagakure lingered quietly, invisible—except for the soft shimmering outline of her gloves and the faintest gleam hinting where her form lay hidden.
She caught the teasing atmosphere, and a wave of self-consciousness flushed through her.
Jiro's eyes lit up, sensing the opportunity. Bounding toward Toru with a mischievous grin, she plucked at empty air.
"Ohhhhhh," she said with faux surprise.
"Looks like somebody's feeling a bit left out. Who's gonna admire invisible boobies, huh?"
Without hesitation, Jiro gripped Toru's chest through the empty space, her hands playful and bold.
"Wow, would ya look at this? These melons truly rival Momo's!"
"Jiroooo! Waaaah!" Toru squealed, spinning and flailing in shy, embarrassed laughter.
The room erupted with laughter, the warmth of camaraderie chasing away shadows even in the dim corners of invisibility and doubt.
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As the laughter died down, some quiet conversations tangled around the "famous four" of Class 1-A—Nagato, Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki.
Ochako, cheeks still electric pink, leaned closer to Jiro. "I kinda have a crush on Midoriya… but shh! Don't tell anyone."
Jiro smirked knowingly.
"Not a word from me, scout's honor… but I bet Nagato-san's got girls lining up already."
Her gaze lingered on Momo, who was trying to suppress a soft smile, her face glowing with a shy blush.
Asui sat nearby, observing.
"Bakugo's intensity and Midoriya's resilience complement each other. I like them both."
"Kero"
Toru's eyes slipped downward, the glow of invisible tears shimmering faintly.
She also had a crush on Nagato as he was the only one who could see her.
'Yeah… Nagato probably likes those lovely girls. And me...? Invisible, unremarkable.'
Just then, Jiro's voice cut through, light and teasing again.
"Aww, Our Toru is soo quiet. Does she also have a crush on someone."
"Ehehe- Who is it ???"
"Jirooooo-"
Her fingertips brushed the air where Toru's form was nearly undetectable, turning gloom into giggles once more.
Then , they wore their respective suits.
Momo stood quietly near the lockers, pulling the hood of her new costume up just slightly, the deep crimson fabric wrapping her from head to toe.
Gone was the usual revealing, sleek suit she'd worn before—now replaced with a dark blood-red robe, elegant and mysterious.
The soft fabric shimmered faintly in the locker room's harsh light, tailored to flow naturally whether she moved or stood still.
Mina's eyes widened as she caught sight of it.
"Momo, you changed your outfit?" she asked, nodding appreciatively.
Momo smiled softly, a faint flush colouring her cheeks.
"Yeah. Since my quirk needs as much skin exposed as possible, my old suit was a bit too revealing sometimes. So I designed this robe that can retract into a device on my back, and I can deploy it when necessary."
She glanced down at the crimson fabric, then back to Mina.
"It's practical but still lets me keep control."
Ochako piped up with a teasing grin. "Hey, it kind of looks like the one Nagato wears!"
Momo's blush deepened, but she laughed lightly. "Maybe I borrowed a little inspiration."
On the other side,
Toru , wearing a new costume that was both familiar and unique.
Inspired by Momo's old revealing suit, it clung seamlessly to her form but crafted entirely from her invisibility quirk by the professionals—rendering the fabric effectively invisible to the naked eye only when in contact with her.
The suit provided the necessary coverage, concealing and protecting her chest and pelvis while allowing her the freedom to move and fight without worries of exposure.
It shimmered faintly only when catching the light just right, giving a ghostly, ethereal impression to those close enough to notice.
Toru felt a quiet pride in the clever design—a perfect balance between functionality and modesty, tailored just for her unique presence.
Everyone seemed to have made changes to their costumes after the combat class.
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Outside, the students gathered where the armoured bus waited—an ominous, blackened beast parked in the shade of tall trees lining the courtyard. Its polished black surface swallowed the afternoon light, windows awash in dark tint, the faint hum of the engine promising restless power.
Bakugo was the first to move, fists clenched, entered the bus.
Midoriya adjusted his utility belt and paced up beside him.
Kirishima's laugh bounced through the plaza as he tried sneaking past the group, failing spectacularly to go unnoticed.'
Nagato and the others entered after them.
Soon , the girls arrived.
They moved as a cluster—Ochako tugging on Momo's sleeve, Toru trailing with Jiro's shadow-
Suddenly, Aizawa appeared, stepping forward with measured steps that silenced chatter instantly. His scarf coiled just so, eyes sharp as ever.
"Lets Go." he said.
As they boarded the bus, nervous excitement mingled with laughter and shared whispers.
The engine's steady growl rose to life, swallowing the sounds of the school behind them as the mass of eager, youthful heroes rolled toward the unknown.