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Obviously Midoriya didn’t catch onto just what was annoying at this point in time. Either that or he was just too use to it now. Whatever. Either way, Bakugou didn’t care. He was suppose to be getting along with his partner. Well.. the terms he’d set up for himself with Aizawa was that he’d be able to work with them. They’d have to ace it too, but Bakugou aced everything, so that wasn’t exactly a challenge.

Letting the door swing closed, Bakugou trailed off towards the closest cafe hunched forward. “Ponytail tutored them before, not me. Didn’t stop him from failing his last test.” Not that Bakugou could blame her on that part. Kaminari wasn’t the easiest pupil to have. “I’ve just been helping shitty-hair before then. Stop sucking up.” This.. sounded too much like the old days where Midoriya would praise him over every little thing. Right before everything went to shit.

“What about you?” Bakugou asked in an attempt to change the subject. “The hell’s going on with you and your nerd friends? Getting any stronger yet?”

    Despite the slight bite to Bakugou’s words, Midoriya didn’t flinch and just continued smiling at his old friend. He found it very modest that he didn’t want to accept any compliments, always turning them away or finding a reason to give credit to someone else. It was one of the things he liked about Bakugou’s personality and why he knew he would make a great hero one day.

    “I’m just pointing out something. It’s nice seeing you have friends that are helping you just as much as you help them.” He gave Bakugou a small smile before he answered his questions to change the subject and not allow him to fight back his added comment on. 

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    Izuku couldn’t help the small blush that crossed his cheeks as Aizawa had granted him permission on what to name it. He was embarrassed to admit what he had been calling the kitten to his sensei. Had it been anyone else like a stranger or his mom it wouldn’t have been as embarrassing, but even though he had an idea that he would only judge him slightly, he didn’t want to see the knowing smirk or whatever face he’d make after hearing him say it. 

    “I uh…I’ve been calling him Might.” Maybe he would be lucky and his sensei wouldn’t make the connection to his love of the number one hero and his predecessor of his quirk. But the likely hood of that was extremely low since everyone knew and would probably expect something like that from him. 

    “If you have a better fitting name then you should go with it! I mean its still a kitten and can’t be too used to Might after all.” he laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

Aizawa stopped walking at the name, chuckling to himself and staring at his student. Of course that’s what he decided to name the cat. He wasn’t in the least surprised. He was, actually, more surprised that he hadn’t tried to lie about it. “Really? Just ‘Might’?” he asked incredulously. Half expecting him to say his full name.

But he simply shook his head and continued walking. “I don’t have a better name. This one works just fine. All Might will get a kick out of it when I tell him.” he turned to him again, “If you’re alright with me telling him?”

    Midoriya couldn’t help the deep blush that crossed his features. Of course Aizawa would have made the connection instantly, nothing ever got past him. “n-no. Just Might....I didn’t want to make it too obvious”

    His gaze dropped to the floor unsure oh how to respond to him. He didn’t want All Might to know at all because he knew that it might go over his head when he heard the cats name or he’d get it on the spot. He really wanted to save his idol from that embarrassment but he also didn’t want to tell Aizawa what he could or couldn’t do. 

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Keeping a close eye on the perpetrator and relaying the events back to his brother via his ear piece, it didn’t take long for the rest of his team to join up with him. The criminal’s partners seem to have been apprehended without further trouble and were already in custody. Once Midoriya returned with a few officers in tow, he proceeded to give his report to one as the others took the criminal in. It was always a long process, but one that was necessary and Iida would follow it to the letter!

After ten minutes of back-and-forth with the officer on the scene, they were satisfied and made their leave. Once they were gone, Iida turned to their friend, a hand reached out to offer a handshake. “Midoriya-kun, thank you!” Iida was perfectly aware there were still onlookers and even a few reporters hanging around and taking their picture, but coverage wasn’t what Iida did this for. After all, he was perfectly well off. He’d pose for a few photos and address them properly, and a handshake with the number four hero would blow up, but Iida cared more about catching up with his friend and thanking him for his help.

“Without you, things may have escalated. Thank you,” he added with a rather formal bow. “I’m sorry that you were held up by todays events. I haven’t kept you from anything, have I?”

    After the minor back and forth with the cops, Izuku was happy to finally be able to great his friend more properly as he reached out and took his friends hand shaking it lightly before letting go. “You have nothing to thank me for Iida, you know I’ll always have your back when you need it. I’m just happy I was passing by at the right time to be able to help you out.”

    He offered his friend his a bright smile as he tried to get him to stand back up. He didn’t like the formalness that he presented towards him, but Midoriya knew that it was just how the other was and it didn’t help at all that reporters were still around. He figured they could probably do some of the interviews together and please the reporters enough to keep them from asking too many questions though he was sure that some would end up asking about more questions than usual since they were old classmates and the media loved seeing classmates running in and helping each other out from time to time for whatever reason. and it would get them out of there at the same time.

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The touch of metal against his outfit was short and barely there, the hero moving too fast to be struck hard. Arm curled around the woman, his engines cut out suddenly, the whirr of motion fast but instant. It took the hostage a moment to register the situation, where she was, and what had happened. Once she did though, she had her arms around Iida’s neck as she delved into obvious hysteria. Patting her back in a motion that he hoped sooth her, he looked over his shoulder to check on Midoriya.

“You’re safe now, ma’am. You’re with the heroes now.” Even so, she clung on. She must have been terrified because Iida’s costume was not comfortable to hold onto like that! At Midoriya’s offer, Iida nodded thankfully. “Ma’am, please go with Deku. He’ll help you.” While addressing the other as what was once an insult always tasted strange on his tongue, and he should only address him as such when the other was on the job, the name ‘Deku’ was rather famous. Just as Iida predicted, the woman slowly let go of him before shuffling over to the other. Standing up properly, he nodded at the other in gratitude. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun. Once you’re done, please return. The police will probably want a report.”

Bowing to the other slightly, he turned back to the criminal, the teleporter clearly in pain as they curled into themself. Pulling out capture tape from a storage plate, Iida started working on subduing the criminal. “Please remain still until the police arrive and direct you. You’re injured and you can’t go far in this state.” Finishing his work, he activated his radio once again, explaining the situation. It shouldn’t take all that long for the police to arrive. After all, they’d been called long before now.

    “Will do Iida, I’ll be back soon.” He nodded softly at the other hero as he quickly picked up the woman bridal style and offered her a kind smile. “Don’t worry miss. Just as Ingenium said, you’re save now. I’ll get you far away from him and you can safely go home. Now hold on tight.” He spoke reassuringly to her as he concentrated 20% of his power to his legs and quickly jumped out of the area and into the crowded street, doing his best to ignore all the sudden gasps and excited calls of his name. 

    It was still strange to him hearing so many people excitedly calling out a name that was once used to make fun of him, but to him it showed just how far he’d come. With a small smile and wave to those around he spoke calmly to the woman he and Iida had just saved., “Now miss, if you need any help or anyone to talk to after the events of today please don’t be afraid to seek out assistance. My agency is always open to help you.” 

Aizawa stared at Midoriya for a moment. Looking him over carefully and holding the kitten close. He pet it while he thought of any, and everything that this young hero in training could offer him. Well, in terms of raising a cat. And there weren’t many cons to an extra pair of hands for a growing kitten. They needed a lot of attention. 

He settled and shrugged. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing for him to help. He had found it in the first place so maybe this would be fine too. Plus, Midoriya had show his compassion on multiple occasions.

The teacher took a deep breath; not really realizing he’d been quiet for just a bit too long. With a small nod, he motioned for his student to follow. Standing in the classroom was slowly making him tired. “You can help. What do you want to name it? I’ll let you do that much for now.”

    Izuku couldn’t help the small blush that crossed his cheeks as Aizawa had granted him permission on what to name it. He was embarrassed to admit what he had been calling the kitten to his sensei. Had it been anyone else like a stranger or his mom it wouldn’t have been as embarrassing, but even though he had an idea that he would only judge him slightly, he didn’t want to see the knowing smirk or whatever face he’d make after hearing him say it. 

    “I uh...I’ve been calling him Might.” Maybe he would be lucky and his sensei wouldn’t make the connection to his love of the number one hero and his predecessor of his quirk. But the likely hood of that was extremely low since everyone knew and would probably expect something like that from him.