After finally settling down to a decent level, Peter watched as their teacher cleared his throat as to regain the attention of their class. While it was fun to laugh at the man right now, he couldn't help but be relieved at how made it out of the attack mostly alright.
He'll never tell him, though.
...
"It's great to have you back, Sensei, but should you really be teaching right now?" Tsuyu Asui asked while putting a finger on her chin, Peter couldn't help but notice the five fingertip-sized spots of scar tissue that were on her face, they'll be a reminder of that day for as long as she had them.
Well, she didn't seem to bother by it anyway. She always did seem pretty relaxed, so he was glad that she seemed to be taking to the situation well.
It took him a day or two to get used to the one on his shoulder when he looked in the mirror.
"That old woman did go overboard with her treatment, but it was effective in the end. Now, my well-being isn't something you should be worried about, for your battle is far from over."
The room grew still as those words hung in the air, the man deciding to take a dramatic pause.
He was gonna do some sort of fake-out or something, wasn't he?
"The sports festival is coming up." He finished, Peter watched as the class erupted in cheers and excitement for the event.
And he completely understood, from what he'd heard, the UA sports festival was the quirk era equivalent to the Olympics nowadays. Not only that, it was a huge opportunity to get exposure early on when training to be a hero.
While Peter could do without televised exposure, something about the idea of that type of event brought out the competitive side in him. It could be a way to prove to himself and his close ones proud and letting them know how far he had come.
He wished Ben could watch him when he stood in that stadium.
Oh, he'd make a show of it.
Just for him.
"As you all know, this will be your prime opportunity to show off and get your door in the door with many heroes and agencies; the connections you could make during this event are nothing to laugh at. With that being said, I better not see any of you not giving it their all." Aizawa informed in a tired voice, only getting an echoing 'Yes, sir!' from the class.
Peter saw how the man was about to continue talking before a small buzz sounded off. Aizawa somehow reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone with his arms that we're still in a cast and gave a low hum.
"Huh, change of plans. While that was gonna be my last announcement today, the rat decided to just tell the staff that the dorms have been completed. Your guardians have already agreed to you staying in dorms, and you are expected to be moved in by 10:00 PM tomorrow. Rules will be explained later, class dismissed." And with that, he just pocketed his phone and walked out of the room.
Now, Peter knew that UA had probably enough money and connections to get the best companies and people to build a dorm system that would house classes A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, and K for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd years but he hadn't expected them to actually finish it in five days .
Couldn't they use all that money they had for fake cities and stadiums to do something else? Like cure cancer or something?
Peter never got to continue that thought as the door burst open and Present Mic walked into the room.
"Alright!! Who's ready for some English?!?" The man yelled at too high of a volume for that early in the morning, the sound was followed by most of the class groaning.
Well, at least he already knew the language so he didn't have to actually try!
He did wish their teacher could be less loud, though.
Some quiet couldn't hurt.
...
"Hey, where do ya wanna sit today?" Rumi asked as she and Peter walked the halls of UA, her hands behind her head.
It was lunchtime now, and Peter finally, finally got to have some alone time with his friend. It was almost perfect, actually.
Mirio and Tamaki had gone off somewhere to be together or something, Moe had to go turn in the paperwork for a fireproof gym uniform, Nejire was hanging out with that business course student she was friends with, Mei and Izuku we're doing who knows what and Shinso was with scarf man.
So now, it was just Peter and Rumi, left to eat together by themselves. He hadn't been weird when talking to her, but he still viewed her a different way, how couldn't he?
So now, all that was left was just to have a nice lunch with his crush!
"Eh, I don't know. Wanna try the roof? It's pretty q-" He started, too bad he never got to finish as he stopped when his spider sense alerted him of someone coming near him.
"Young Parker!" The booming voice of All Might echoed through the hall as Peter saw Rumi wince at the volume, the two teens looked to the side to see the hero standing tall near them.
God damn it.
"All Might?" Peter raised an eyebrow, doing his best to hide his annoyance at his lunch being ruined or at the memory of the USJ attack.
"Hey, he punched you in the face or something, right?" The girl asked, completely ignoring how the hero's grin faltered as Peter gave a quick nod and wince. "Sick."
It's crazy how the guy still hadn't given him a fruit basket as an apology. Now that would take four fruit baskets.
Or would it take five? Peter had lost count of how many times he made that joke in his head by now.
The hulking blonde simply cleared his throat, his eyes falling onto Peter. "I am sorry to interrupt, but I simply need to talk to young Parker privately! I hope this isn't a bad time for either of you!"
Privately? That didn't sound good.
"Sure thing, man! Just don't beat him up this time and return him without a black eye, see ya, nerd!" With that, the girl gave him a pat on the shoulder and a grin before she walked away, leaving him alone with the man before him.
Peter could only sputter as his eyes went from the hulking figure in front of him and his friend walking away with her arms behind her back.
He just wanted to talk to the girl he liked! Was that so bad that the universe wouldn't allow it?
Groaning, he dragged a hand across his face as his eyes looked up at the man. "Just… Just lead the way, man."
As All Might gave a nod and started to lead Peter away, he couldn't help but notice something.
Something about the way the man was carrying himself, it felt… on edge, ready for some sort of great moment that has been building up.
As if he expected Peter to do something dangerous or something.
Or be dangerous.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, the man's thundering footsteps sounding off.
This was gonna be something, wasn't it?
...
All Might's office was… smaller than he expected, but it still gave a sense of warmth and professionalism that washed over Peter. He sat on a small black couch as All Might sat on an identical one across from him, the only buffer between the two being a small coffee table with a cup of tea on it.
"Tea?" The man asked, his hulking hand putting down the teapot onto the table.
"No, I'm uh, fine." Peter narrowed his eyes at him, there was something… different about the man.
It felt… calm and reserved, an outcry from the personality he's seen from the symbol of peace. It felt like he was studying him.
"That's alright, my boy." He took a quick sip from his cup before putting it down. " You must be confused as to why you're here, I assume?"
"… Yeah, am I in trouble or something? No offense but I don't see why the number one hero just pulled me away from eating lunch with a friend, you know? I was looking forward to that, by the way."
"You are quite an interesting student, you Parker! Excellent grades, good showings in hero exercises, actual field experience, and a good head on your shoulders, I've been meaning to have this 1-1 talk with you for a while now."
Peter tensed in his seat, the hairs on the back of his neck had been standing up for the entire time.
Did he do something wrong? Was this counseling for the USJ attack? Was he getting kicked out of UA?
He was just so confused.
Seeing the boy's tension, the man simply slumped forward in his seat while putting his hands together.
"I shall cut straight to the chase, if you don't mind…" All Might seemed to be looking through him, his blue eyes scanning his every feature in search of whatever he was looking for.
Peter felt his leg start bouncing unconsciously, why was he so nervous about something he didn't even know?
"How did you get your quirk? " The question seemed to hang in the air for a good minute before Peter finally grasped what was said.
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