Riki here.
Yeah yeah I know two chapters in one day but since this is part two of the least chapter I decided to drop it instead of making you guys wait a day.
Don't. Get. Used. To. It.
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The observation room had become a battlefield disguised as a conference table. Holographic profiles hung in the air like playing cards, each one representing a future that could reshape the hero world. Vlad King's massive frame dominated his chair as he leaned forward.
"I refuse to accept Midoriya Izuku."
Present Mic's perpetual grin faltered for the first time all evening, and even Midnight's composed expression shifted toward genuine surprise.
Vlad gestured toward the green-haired boy's medical readout, the holographic data painting a picture of catastrophic self-destruction. "Look at these numbers. Compound fractures in both arms. Severe muscle tearing. Quirk backlash that nearly killed him. He's a glass cannon that explodes every time you fire it."
Tae Takemi pushed her glasses up her nose, her dark eyes scanning the medical data.
"From a medical standpoint, Vlad's assessment is accurate. Midoriya's injury pattern suggests chronic Quirk mismanagement. His body can't handle his own power output." She tapped her tablet, bringing up comparative statistics. "Based on these readings, he'll spend half the academic year in medical rehabilitation."
Aizawa's eyes remained fixed on the floating profiles, his capture weapon shifting slightly around his shoulders.
"And the other one?" Vlad's attention turned to Mineta's profile, his distaste evident in the way his nose wrinkled. "Brilliant tactical mind wrapped around a coward's heart. His entire strategy during the practical exam was to avoid confrontation."
Present Mic's voice lacked its usual theatrical boom. "So what are you suggesting? We just... cut them?"
"I'm suggesting we be logical about this." Tae pulled up another profile, this one showing a boy with wild purple hair and tired eyes. "The exam flagged Shinso Hitoshi from General Studies. Excellent written scores, superior psychological evaluation, but his Quirk was useless against robots. A mind-control ability that only works on humans? Of course he scored poorly on a test designed around mechanical opponents."
Nezu's small paws wrapped around his teacup, steam rising like incense around his scarred features. He remained silent, watching the debate unfold like a conductor observing his orchestra.
"A logical swap," Aizawa said quietly, his monotone voice cutting through the discussion. "Shinso belongs in the hero course. His Quirk has immense potential for underground work."
Before Nezu could respond, a chair creaked in the corner of the room. Toshinori Yagi rose slowly, his skeletal frame casting long shadows under the holographic displays. The Number One Hero's true form was a study in contrasts—the most powerful man in Japan reduced to skin and bones.
When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of mountains.
"That boy you call a glass cannon was the only applicant who moved to save another despite having zero points."
The room went silent. Even the hum of the holographic projectors seemed to fade as All Might's words settled over the assembled faculty.
"Show them," Toshinori said, his sunken eyes never leaving Midoriya's profile.
The display shifted, showing the final moments of the practical exam. Izuku's broken form launching himself at the Zero-Pointer, not for points or glory, but to save a girl he'd never met. The footage played in slow motion, every frame a testament to selfless heroism.
"Power can be taught. Strategy can be learned. But that spirit?" Toshinori's voice cracked slightly. "That cannot be manufactured. That boy demonstrated what it truly means to be a hero when he thought no one was watching."
Vlad King's expression softened, his competitive fire dimming in the face of All Might's conviction.
"Fine." Vlad's voice carried grudging respect. "My class will forge that spirit into something useful. I'll take Midoriya and Mineta." He paused, his eyes shifting to Aizawa's claimed students. "But I want Murano in exchange."
The room's temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.
"His tactical mind is exactly what Class 1-B needs," Vlad continued, his tone gaining strength. "You saw the footage. He turned strangers into a coordinated unit in minutes. My class specializes in teamwork, in building heroes who can work together seamlessly. Murano would thrive under that philosophy."
Vlad leaned forward, his fanged smile returning. "I'll trade you Manga Fukidashi for him. The boy's got heart, passion, and a Quirk that's perfect for your—"
"No."
Vlad's eyebrows rose. "Just like that? No discussion?"
"Murano is non-negotiable."
Vlad King's competitive fire reignited. "You think you're the only one who can handle him?"
"I think I'm the only one who won't try to change his nature. Murano doesn't need to be made more heroic—he needs to be shown that heroism is the most profitable long-term strategy." Aizawa's tone carried absolute conviction. "You'd try to teach him teamwork and cooperation. I'll teach him that protecting others protects his own interests. Same result, different motivation."
Nezu finally set down his teacup, the delicate clink of porcelain against saucer drawing every eye in the room.
"Gentlemen, I believe we're approaching this from the wrong angle." Nezu's smile carried sharp edges. "No, I think we need a more... diplomatic solution."
The principal's paws moved across his control panel, and new profiles began appearing. Students with more conventional scores, steadier psychological evaluations, proven track records of cooperation and reliability.
"I propose a trade of a different nature," Nezu continued. "Aizawa, you may keep your three dangerous prospects. But to balance their volatile potential, you'll also accept Midoriya, Mineta, and Manga."
Vlad King's protest came immediately. "That leaves me with—"
"The students who will benefit most from your teaching philosophy." Nezu's interruption was gentle but firm. "Monoma, with his need to prove himself. Ojiro, with his dedication to improvement through training. Shiozaki, with her natural inclination toward teamwork and cooperation. These are students who will thrive under your guidance, who will become the kind of heroes the world needs."
Present Mic leaned back in his chair. "So Aizawa gets the wild cards and the underdogs, while Vlad gets the solid foundations and team players?"
"Precisely." Nezu's dark eyes sparkled. "Each class will have exactly what it needs to succeed."
Aizawa studied the proposed roster. "Midoriya will need constant medical supervision," he said finally.
"I'll provide it," Tae replied, already making notes on her tablet.
"Mineta's psychological issues will require careful management."
"That's why they pay you the big money, Shota." Midnight purred.
"And Manga..." Aizawa paused, considering the energetic boy's profile. "I'm already getting a headache thinking about it."
The principal gestured, and the holographic profiles rearranged themselves into their final configurations. Class 1-A: twenty students who would either forge each other into legends or burn the school down trying. Class 1-B: a collection of talented individuals who could become something greater than the sum of their parts.
"The rosters are set," Nezu announced, his voice carrying the finality of a judge's gavel. "May fortune favor the prepared mind."
As the faculty began to file out, tablets in hand and futures decided, Toshinori lingered by the displays. His sunken eyes remained fixed on Izuku's profile, and for just a moment, the Number One Hero allowed himself a small smile.
The boy would be in good hands. Even if those hands belonged to the most terrifyingly effective teacher in the school.