The Hero Academy in My Mind

"Hmm......." When I opened my eyes again, it was 6:30 in the morning. The child in the dream gradually overlapped with Eri, and I felt familiar.

'I don't know how Eri is doing? '

'I'll ask the teacher in class later. ' Izuku touched his nose and sat up from the bed. The box containing the combat uniforms was thrown on the ground, and two smelly and dirty clothes were placed in it. Izuku scratched his head, took the two combat uniforms downstairs, and threw them into the washing machine. Izuku sat on the sofa on the first floor. Yesterday's battle was simply terrifying. Thinking back now, I still have cold sweats on my back.

"Huh, I can only say that I'm lucky enough." Izuku pinched his nose. Now everyone is still sleeping, so it's a good opportunity to train.

After changing into training clothes for going out for running, Izuku jogged while breathing the fresh air in the morning. I have to say that the greening of Yuei is really good.

"It's a pity that my phone is broken, so I can't listen to music." Izuku touched his ears. He usually listened to music while running, but he was a little uncomfortable without music.

"Hey, Midoriya boy!" A familiar voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was All Might.

"All Might?" Izuku slowed down and ran with All Might in his normal state.

"All Might, you are running so early too?" Izuku was a little confused. I didn't see you when I was running normally? Did you run another route?

"Yes... yes." All Might was a little caught off guard. The original plan was to let Izuku recover from the depression after experiencing this incident, but looking at Izuku's appearance, does he look depressed? Aizawa, you are plotting against me! !

After running for a short distance, All Might couldn't help it.

"Midoriya, how do you feel after this incident?"

"Feeling? I don't feel anything. I just feel that I need more training. If it were All Might, he would definitely knock that guy Chisaki Kai down with one punch!" Izuku looked at All Might with admiration.

Not that powerful, at least two punches.

"That's not the case. You're already very powerful. I thought you would be in a bad mood." All Might stretched out his big hand and touched Izuku's hair.

"But it's still a lot worse than All Might." Izuku touched the back of his head and smiled.

"Oh, by the way, All Might, I remember that you seem to have a class today. Don't you have to make a lesson plan?"

"Because of the incident, I have to go to the temporary license cram school today."

"I see, I remember that today is also the day when Xiao Sheng and Hong Jun go to cram school together. I hope everything goes well for them." Izuku said and ran again.

"Midoriya, you haven't had breakfast yet, do you want to go eat together?"

"Really?!!"

At 7:40 in the morning, Izuku was eating breakfast with excitement. Why was he excited? Because the person sitting opposite him was All Might! Although he had had lunch with All Might before, breakfast and lunch were completely different!

"I'm so lucky to have breakfast with All Might!!" said Izuku, a die-hard fan of All Might.

After taking a sip of ice orange juice, Izuku's slightly hot head finally cooled down a little.

'So cool! It's really the best to have ice orange juice in the morning. '

'My head hurts a little bit because it's cold. 'Izuku pursed his lips.

"What's wrong? Don't you like breakfast in the morning, Midoriya?"

"No, breakfast is quite delicious! I like it very much!!" Izuku smiled quickly.

'It's indeed much better than the mud there. 'Izuku thought so, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

Days passed, and Izuku and his friends finally came from the hot September to the refreshing October, and finally they didn't need air conditioning.

The first class in the morning was still Mr. Aizawa's class meeting, but unlike usual, Mr. Aizawa brought his sleeping bag today.

"The cultural festival is about to start." Mr. Aizawa, if you didn't look like you were going to die, your words would be really exciting, although the whole class was indeed very excited.

"School spirit!!!" The abbreviation of campus spirit is directly simplified into two words. The students' voices were so loud that Izuku almost thought there was an explosion.

"Teacher, aren't you going to Eri's place today?" Meiyuwafu said to Shota Aizawa who was wearing a yellow sleeping bag.

"Well, let's talk about this later."

"Cultural Festival!!"

"Here comes an event with a good school atmosphere!!"

"Let's discuss what to do!!"

"Hey! Wait a minute! Is it really okay for us to do this now? The enemies are still rampant! We should strengthen ourselves now!" Kirishima suddenly stood up and shouted.

"That's true, but U.A. is not just about the hero department."

"If the sports festival is the stage for the hero department, then the cultural festival is the protagonist of other departments. Although it is not as popular as the sports festival, it is an event they look forward to. In addition, the boarding system and other measures centered on the hero department have also made many people feel pressured."

"So we can't just be serious. Today is different from previous years. The cultural festival will be held on campus, and only a small number of relevant personnel will participate." Aizawa Shota said as he walked from the podium to the corner.

"Although the hero department is not the protagonist, as a rule, each class must prepare an activity. Let's decide it today."

"The activities of the cultural festival..." Izuku put a hand on his chin, and he remembered the particularly huge samba band he saw with several others when he was on a mission there.

"Custom shop!" Mineta Minoru put forward the opinion he really wanted to put forward, and then he was knocked down by the plum rain frog. Mineta Minoru couldn't get up again!

"Is there any heavy object that I can bring over? This guy needs to be hung upside down to let the blood return to his brain and drain the water out of his brain." Umeyuwabuki hung Mineta Minoru in the classroom room with a rope. On the beam.

"rice cake shop!"

“Handmade soba shop.”

"Dueling ground!! Nishiuchi! All Nishiuchi!!" Very Bakugou's style.

"How about dancing?"

“Interactive Zoo…..”

"Mine is a study session."

"Research and Presentation Conference on Local History." It's a bit too lame.

‘Oops, it’s starting to get messy. ’

‘Everyone thinks his or her own idea is the best, and there is no consensus. ’

‘If I put it over there, Kou Kou would come up immediately, give each of them a big slap, and then they would all be punished to eat the eggs I cooked. ’ Izuku smiled and looked outside the school.

"Midoriya-kun, do you have any good ideas?"

"Well...how about the hero quiz? There will be rewards if you win."

"Haiku is Haiku, even his ideas are so useless." Bakugo grinned, Izuku felt a little uncomfortable, and he could only watch the junior high school's cultural festival.

"So does anyone else have any ideas?"

"Me me me!" Red-eyed Izuku emerged from Izuku's shadow and shouted with his hands raised.

"How about a party with singing and dancing?"

"A singing and dancing party? Hmm..." Eight Million Hundred glanced at the red-eyed Izuku who was being pushed back into the shadow by Izuku's hand, and wrote on the blackboard with chalk.

‘This is obviously a good idea. ’

‘It’s good, but the way you showed up is so scary! ’

‘No Road Race, I had to play like this. ’

‘The key is that you almost hit Xiao Sheng! ’

‘Hey~ You still care about the bastard at the table in front of you. ’

‘After all, it’s someone I’ve liked for a long time. ’

‘Things like that should have been thrown into the trash can a long time ago... Well, it’s up to you to decide when to throw it away, right, right, otherwise, why don’t we also have a show for this cultural festival? I think the show I'm thinking of will definitely be popular. ’

'It wouldn't be fun if you got killed. ’

‘Don’t always deny it first, you will definitely be popular if you come on stage with me and play the pipa together! ’

‘Don’t think about it, your level of playing the pipa is superb, but I’m just a three-legged cat at best. ’

'snort! If you don't play it, I'll play it myself! ’