Both the general course and the hero course classrooms were very similar to what he remembered classrooms looking like. There was a white board, a podium, storage, a few random facilities like a sink, and a desk for each student. The support room was different. Very different.

In places of individual desks, there were large work tables with a thick dark stone top. Each table was equipped with storage, a sink, gas and electric hookups and so much more, each table had a set of stools. A wide variety of tools were aligned neatly along one of the walls with a rental system in place to determine what student was using what tool. It looked more like a lab than an actual classroom.

Izuku tugged at the sleeves of his uniform and looked around at his classmates. There were a lot of other students. Most of them milling about and talking to each other on the first day of class. Prinz wasn't anywhere to be seen, but resting on the podium was one of her mecha soul pets overlooking the classroom with a bored look, if it was possible for a mechanical snake to look bored.

On the board in large nearly mechanical looking letters was "Choose your seat."

Weren't schools supposed to have assigned seats?

Still from what he learned about Prinz Eugen, this seemed like exactly the right kind of organized chaos she would enjoy. Most of the spots were already taken, but he found one, second from the front, center column. A girl with bright pink hair was sitting on her phone, looking rather annoyed.

His kind of person.

And the only seat left.

He sat down next to her, placing his backpack on the ground and felt the cold surface of the table, until his arm was stopped by his sleeve getting a bit too tight. Seriously, why couldn't he wear his summer uniform? The cold bothered him less than these sleeves did.

"Well, you got taller." His new tablemate sat her phone down and looked at him a sly smile on her face. She looked familiar. "Told you I'd be seeing you here."

Izuku blinked. There was no point in pretending that he knew who this was. "Uhh, who are you?"

"Pfft, after I help you with a mental breakdown you forgot about me already? Well, that's fine." She waved him off and flattened herself onto the table her smile forcing her already sharp eyes to narrow at him. "I'll be sure to get plenty of exposure by proximity."

"Ahh! You're that girl!" He pointed at her, feeling his eyes go wide. "The one from the support fair right? You died your hair! And I completely forgot your name sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it was just that one day that we hung out for. Kind of regretted not snagging your number but I had a feeling I was going to see you again. And now here you are, sitting right next to me." She drummed her fingers along the table and sat up before extending her hand out to him. "I'm Yuyu Haya, and get used to my hair changing colors, now that it's not against the rules, I'm going to be doing it a lot."

"Nice to meet you. Again. Uh, I'm Izuku Midoirya?" He half shrugged and took her hand. They were really soft and she had sharp nails. What did he remember about her? She was nice, was into design, and wanted to get into U.A. to be with her friend. "Oh, did your friend get in?"

"Ahh, I see it's all coming back!" Yuyu grabbed her phone and smiled, her stool screeched against the tiled floor as she scooted closer. She showed him a picture of Yuyu and a girl with blue hair posing in U.A. uniforms in front of the main building. "See? This is Nejire! She's in the hero course, oh! Why don't I introduce you during lunch? She'll probably ask you a million questions though."

"Uhh, sure, that sounds good." Wait, didn't he meet Nejire before? Wait, that's right, at the entrance exam, along with those other two. Mirio and Tamaki right? Maybe they got in as well.

Yuyu smiled and put her phone down.

"Oh, since we're here and you're probably going to be my go to lab buddy, I should tell you about my quirk." Yuyu held out her hands and moved them slowly in a circle around her body, as she did small images of her hands floated in the air like an after effect. They were blue in color and see through. At the end, there were a total of eight floating hands floating around Yuyu, one went over and began to turn the faucet on and off, a pair grabbed her phone, while another grabbed her pencil and began to draw something. "It's called phantom hands, they can do stuff that normal hands can do and somethings they can't, but there's no arm strength behind them so I can't throw a punch with them and each one can only lift about five pounds."

"Oh wow, that's a useful quirk if you're good with your hands." Izuku looked at a pair of her hands that were mock dancing on the table. "It looks like you're also good at multitasking with them, that's going to be very useful for a designer."

"Yep, it's the perfect quirk for me!" Yuyu smiled and held out her hands, the phantom hands melded into hers save for the pair currently scribbling in her notebook. "I do need to watch out though using it to much dries out my skin so I keep a lot of hand moisturizers with me."

"Oh, that's a minor downside for how useful it is. How many can you make? Do you think you'll be able to make more? What about improving the lifting ability?"

Yuyu laughed and propped her head up on one arm, squishing her cheek to one side. "Man, you're such a dork aren't you? But no, I've always been able to make just eight hands. I've tried to make more by using them but nothing really came of it, same with the lifting, it's always been five pounds per hand. Well, there you are, my very useful support quirk."

"You might be able to be a hero with them you know. If you really wanted." At least she had a quirk. What would All Might have told her? To train hard?

"Nah, I just want to be able to support Nejire however I can. So here I am." She smiled at him, then looked down at her phone. "Hey, let me get your number, it'll be good to have a friend I whose notes I can copy."

"What makes you think I'm not going to be copying your notes?"

"Because you're smarter than me, I'm just here to make costumes look pretty and maybe say 'No capes!' every so often."

The door to the classroom opened and Prinz Eugen walked in with enough pride and confidence to silence the room. All eyes were on her in an instant, and she grabbed onto that attention with a vice-like grip. Once she arrived at the podium, her snake coiled around her and handed her a marker. "Zank you Roon."

Her fiery eyes washed over the class room and her cold smile offered little shelter from her glare. "I am Prinz Eugen. Unlike the rest of your sensei, you will not refer to me as such. Prinz Eugen is formal enough in Germany, ya? Zo, if I like you I may permit you to call me just Prinz, but zat is not an honor I give lightly. Now zen. Today, ve vill be going over ze core aspects of ze support course."

Prinz gave a very German laugh and spoke a few words in German before looking at the class once again. "Ze first thing is that there vill be no tests. Not written at any rate. No, instead, you vill be judged by your creations. Starting today, you vill be starting your finals. You may work together, you may work alone. Ze choice is yours, as is what you choose to create. Though, do try to impress. I don't care for lazy uninspired ideas."

"Because of ze skills you vill learn during your time here, you may find some traditional classes lacking." Prinz turned to the white board and began to write, Roon's angular head peeking out from her hair with glowing judgemental eyes. A list of classes began to appear on the white board in Prinz's sharp angular font. "You will be separated during the day into classes that will boost your blooming skills. From the workshop, to design, to computers and more, there are plenty of options for you. Now then. Any questions?"

A dozen - mostly male - hands went up.

"Ones that are not related to past careers of mine?" Roon tilted its head towards the class a set of razors extending from its tail.

Only a few hands remained up.

XXXX

"That's where I knew you from!" Nejire hado pointed her finger at Izuku and looked at him with wide spark filled eyes. It was the same way that she looked at just about anything that got her attention, and in Yuyu's opinion it was absolutely adorable. She loved it when Nejire had that look in her eyes, and she loved it whenever Nejire was looking at her like that.

Which was why she collected neat and interesting things to show Nejire.

And Izuku definitely qualified as neat and interesting.

That and she liked that driven look he had. It was intense.

"Yeah, he's the guy I told you about remember?" Yuyu laughed and watched as Nejire looked at Izuku intently. "From the Support Fair? Did you meet him after that or something."

"Yeah! He's the quirkless guy that took the hero entrance exam!" The silence that followed Nejire's exclamation was somehow louder than the buzz it squashed. She could feel the eyes of all that heard Nejire now looking over at their table, and more specifically Izuku. "How'd you do? Did you get in? What class are you in? Why is your hair green?"

Izuku laughed and smiled at Nejire like it was nothing. "I did good I think, I managed to hack a robot and then score some points. And I'm here aren't I? I'm in the support class with Yuyu and my hair has always been green."

"Ooooh," Nejire plopped back down into her seat arms extended outward like she was a cat frozen in fear. "That's kind of awesome!"

"Indeed! I heard rumors about you, Izuku." Mirio, one of Nejire's classmates that she dragged to their table along with the dark haired broody guy, thumped his chest and nodded. "You not only dismantled several of those robots by taking control of one but you even managed to rescue one of the Class 1-A students, truly you have the soul of a hero my friend."

"He ranked higher than all three of us." Tamaki muttered shoulders slumping. Was he just permanently depressed or something? That felt like the kind of guy that Nejire would adopt, Yuyu had proof too, that was how she acted in middle school before Nejire showed up like a ray of pure sunshine and made her feel positivity. "I feel like we barely made it in."

"Come now, don't be like that, Tamaki, we need to show Izuku here our own heroic moxy." Mirio thumped his chest.

"Oh oh! You're in the support class right? What are you two going to be doing in there?" Nejire bounced in her seat, food still untouched. At this point, Yuyu was certain that Nejire needed to ask questions more than she needed food.

"Oh, well, I'm planning on participating in the sports festival." It was like Izuku was just stating what the weather was, as though it didn't mean shit. "So I need to build something that'll help me in the tournament."

Why was she not surprised? Still, Izuku made things interesting.

Nejire and Mirio looked at Izuku with stars in their eyes.

Apparently these were the people she was going to be spending her highschool with. A depressed boy, a golden boy, a literal ray of sunshine, and someone who's quirk was being stubborn. Should make for an interesting time.

AN: I love/hate working on this fic.