Chapter 07: [Crimson Troubles]

The battles from A-1 displayed the level of skill that each student had. Izuku was fully focused on absorbing the most amount of information from his classmates, his green eyes never leaving the screen on display at the waiting room.

From what the vampire had gathered, the students could fair somewhat well against most things. Todoroki had been the star of the exercise, his sheer power being the deciding factor aiding his victory against the opposing team. When you could flash-freeze the entire building, there wasn't much that could stand in your way. Poor Hagakure-san, whose feet had been frozen for a while until the teen with heterochromatic eyes reached her position and made her surrender. Kaminari just straight gave-up when the cold reached inside the bomb room.

Izuku also had been focused on the matches due to the fact that his [Hunter instincts] were acting up. Since he had drank some of Kirishima's blood, his own body had started cultivating the fresh quirk-factor present inside the life liquid, meaning that he was breaking apart what made the redhead's [Hardening] quirk work and what he could take from it. He could already feel the effects of the cultivation, and had some footnotes on the probable abilities he could acquire and develop.

The vampire sighed, taking in fresh air to somewhat appease his [Thirst]. He glanced at the screen, one of the battles finishing up with Yaoyozoru's team victory against Koji's team. Taking the chance, Izuku went to check on Uraraka and Mashirao. The duo seemed mostly fine, although the karateca was quite bruised, soot dirtying his white gi; Uraraka's skin tight suit had a few rips, but she was mostly intact. When the brunette saw his approach, she waved to him and offered a bright smile. His fangs itched.

The vampire walked calmly to her, reaching her position and offering worried words.

"How are you doing, Uraraka-san? I hope that Katsuki did not go beyond the limit with you?" Izuku asked, his eyes avoiding focusing on her exposed neck or on her eyes as [Mesmerize] could become active. The girl offered a wry smile, rubbing the back of her head and tilting it sideways.

"Not particularly, Izuku-kun. I mean, the explosions were a little more than what I was expecting, but all was fine. I mean, we did lose and all, but there is always next time, right?" Uraraka spoke in her bubbly tone, something unexpected from the losing side. The hemomancer heard some growling leave Bakugou's throat, which made him wonder if a [Dog] or [Wolverine]-type of quirk wasn't better suited for the ash-blonde, however, his mind returned to the brunette in front of him. "I really wasn't expecting Iida-kun to suddenly zip there! He really was too fast for me to do anything against him."

Not really, ideas bounced inside the teen's head, yet he laid them to rest. Instead, he offered the girl some advice.

"Uraraka-san, why don't you request support items when you get your costume repaired? Your quirk is versatile for sure, but you can't always rely on it to bail you out of certain situations. Ojiro-kun compliments his [Tail]-quirk with martial arts, you could do the same with some CQC classes or even a support item like a stun baton." He spoke, pointing out a few ideas on how the girl could improve her skills. He stopped when he noticed that the girl, and a few classmates, were staring at him as he almost went full rant mode. Bakugou's red eyes bore holes on Izuku's frame, but the vampire took it in stride.

Actually...

"You see Bakugou there? Those gauntlets of his must surely be some kind of support item. Even if they are merely for aesthetics, they add bulk to his hits and increase the potential damage he can cause against anyone that was to face him. Intimidation also works well, but I can't really see you pulling the mean-face anytime soon, sorry." He tried spinning a little joke at the end of his speech to make it seem less serious and to avoid painting him as some pretentious know-it-all. The brunette blinked, her eyes lighting up as she recognized the joke for what it was.

"You are so serious sometimes, Izuku-kun!" Her soft laughter was a sign that she had taken well to his comments, which made some tension leave the hero trainee's shoulders. "But those ideas are really good, you know! You are quite smart, aren't you?" She said, patting his shoulder. Her hand felt the Kevlar plates, and she squeezed the surface of the outer layer, wondering how he could wear such a heavy-looking coat.

He offered her one shy smile, a bit of his fangs showing. Her expression, the big brown eyes that looked at him, at made the [Thirst] rear its head over, the soft lines of her neck seemingly more attractive. For a few moments, Izuku could hear the rhythm of her blood, the heartbeats becoming louder than any gossip or conversation his classmates were having among themselves. His mouth began watering at the notion of being able to sink his fangs into the soft flesh and muscle of the brunette, and the vampire was pretty sure that his current sigh was just an excuse to inhale more of her scent.

Before he could open his mouth or began constant fixed eye-contact, Izuku himself pierced the palms of his hands with the aid of his claws, the pain clearing whatever [Hunter Instincts] was trying to pull off. He offered the girl one last hand wave and left, returning to his previous place and eyeing the screen monitor for the next battle, hoping to get the images of the brunette's neck off his mind. His tongue danced inside his mouth, licking his fangs in a dull attempt of stopping their itching.

For the remainder of the class, Izuku found himself glued to one spot, acknowledging his classmates and mentally noting any lessons imparted by AllMight, yet he took the chance to multitask; unless he got access to more of Kirishima's blood, he would have to cultivate the quirk factor he already had.

Tokoyami tried approaching him, but the green-haired vampire rose his hand to stop his raven-headed friend. What the hemomancer needed right now was to focus on other things. The dark clad teen merely nodded in a quiet manner; the few gestures exchanged between the two enough to convey a silent conversation.

-Need time alone, sorry.

Think nothing of it, friend. Take your time.

-Thank you!

Pleasure is mine.

[XXX]

[XXX]

By the time the lesson finished and the teens shed their hero costumes, [Hunter Instincts] had mostly settled down, giving the hemomancer some peace of mind with to which he could mingle about his classmates without the urge to pounce on someone's neck and have a few sips of fresh blood.

The vampire finished packing his things and inhaled a great of air, many different scents being picked up. He unconsciously let out a soft smile, a greasy and familiar smell faintly tickling his nostrils; a "road" visible only to him forming up to become his guide if he wished to follow. His mouth began watering once more, this time the [Thirst] being much more manageable. The vampire bid his classmates farewell and began following the scent trail, taking his time to memorize the hallways of his school.

U.A was truly gigantic, taking the vampire the better part of 20 minutes before he closed in his destination. The air was thick with the smell of iron and grease, machinery noises becoming much more evident the closer he got to the Support Department Class. A few other students glanced at him, his presence there much unusual as he did not seem like a Support Course student.

You could always identify them, the grease and oil stains on their clothes, the constant smell of sweat and metal, or just that crazy glint in their eyes as the cogs in their brains shifted into the next creation. The Hero Course had its fair share of madness, but those in the Support Course were crazy in a class of their own.

Izuku approached the door that led to Power-Loader's classroom, somewhat anxious to meet Mei. So anxious, he barely noticed the smell of ignited fuel, neither the noise of rapidly expanding gases. [Hunter Instincts] gave a mild alert, which he ignored due to thinking it was merely the [Thirst] speaking. When his pale hand touched the door knob, Izuku began hearing an odd ringing sound as he, together with the reinforced door, were flung at the closest hall wall with smoke from an explosion exiting the class and covering the hallway in thick, black fumes.

"Goddammit Hatsume! I told you to stop mixing fuel, metal oxide and metal power like that! Thermite is not so easily made that a first-year could just figure it out!" A male voice shouted from inside the room, the frame of the man exiting the classroom being that of Higari, or Pro-hero Power Loader. Izuku would maybe fanboy his heart out if he wasn't so busy shifting the metal door from his frame. "You better pray hard that someone hasn't suffered injury, otherwise you will get into a lot of trouble, miss!"

The smoke did much to stop eyesight, so the pro tapped his foot on the ground a few times before placing his naked hand on the same spot and waiting a few seconds. Soon enough, Higari moved to Izuku's current position like a heat-seeking missile, although the vampire was already up, metal door by his side.

The smoke reached the ceiling, and to prove U.A's point about having the best courses, fans were soon activated, dispersing the smoke in a matter of moments, allowing the teacher to access the damage. The door had been blown off its hinges and some soot marked the door frame, but otherwise everything seemed to be fine.

"You okay there, kid? That door did have some velocity to it." The pro asked the vampire, but the green-haired teen shook his head.

"It's fine, sir. I wasn't hurt by it; besides, it won't be Mei it an explosion didn't happen once in a while." Izuku joked, patting the door a few times and displaying a wry smile. Power Loader hung his head and sighed, nodding slightly to the teen's words.

"You don't know the half of it, kid. Second day of the year and the girl is already trying to tackle Second-year projects. Swear to God, one of these days I'm going to have a heart-attack." The teacher was more grumbling to himself at this point, but Izuku managed to get everything the pro spoke. He chuckled, since all the complaints did sound like stuff Hatsume would do, not because she was mean, but just because she wanted to better her mechanical and building skills. "It sounds like you know my problem child, kid. You friends with her or something?" The question was spoken in a rather casual tone, making the hero wonder since when he could hold conversations like this without scaring off his teachers. U.A was amazing for sure.

"Yeah, I've met Mei a while back. She can be kind of wild so there is that to watch out fo–…" Izuku's piece was interrupted as a pink-haired missile slammed into his chest.

"FRECKLES, I was missing you! How come you did not visit on the first day? I was full of amazing babies that I wanted to show off! Higari-sensei has a bunch of amazing power tools that he allows us to use to make super cute babies! Your blueprints can finally exit the paper, freckles! Aren't you happy? We can make a bunch of amazing babies together in here!" Machine-gun talking as usual, Mei hit him with a barrage of words before he could even restore his posture. Even Power Loader was surprised, considering that Mei used to ignore everyone and everything around her unless it had to deal with making support items. Even he, her teacher, could only hold her fickle attention span for so long; and here was this kid, making his problem child resemble a puppy. A greasy, coke'd up and unhinged puppy, but a puppy nonetheless. It was its own sort of impressive.

"I can see that you are good friends alright. Well then, thanks for getting this little grease-monkey away from my class. The others were already long gone, but she stayed here to finish some last details on her project. That was Forty-five minutes ago. I take that you can get her to go home try to wash the motor oil away?" Hidden as it was, the plea of the teacher was passed on to the hemomancer.

"Yes, sir! I'll take Mei home." Izuku nodded, headpatting the girl's dreadlocks and managing to pacify her enough so that she only bounced in place, instead of trying to run back inside the Support Course classroom. "You heard Power Loader-sensei, time to go home." His phase triggered a loud whine to leave the girl.

"You can't be serious, Freckles!? I was just about to make Thermite! Do you know what I could accomplish with Thermite? The next step would be to try to reduce the noise from the explosion, since breaching charges are not enough to breach reinforced walls, but that already have me an idea for our next baby. I was still working on the nanites for your blood and since I can't get a proper way to make them speed up your perception, I wanted to get you something else that would be useful out in the field. I was thinking on terms of a portable shield, but those are heavy, right? So how about–" The girl continued talking, her rant non-stop and Izuku slightly guided her away from the class.

Power Loader gave him a thumbs up, before shoo-ing him away with hand gestures.

"Good Lord, that kid came at the right time." The teacher went back inside the class and headed to the desk of his problem child. Soot covered the reinforced wood of her stand, but the tools and the blueprints stuck on the walls were not damaged. The majority of the sheets had good items, good enough to be sold on the market and fetch some cash if the girl were contracted with a Support Company or even if she was selling alone with just a license.

The teacher smiled at the many memories of his rookie years, seeing some of himself on the girl. He did not possess the ardent passion she had, but loved building in his own way. That she was a one-off genius that only appeared once per generation helped him have pride to be a teacher.

Power Loader picked one of the blueprints off the walls and began reading the details, raising one of his brows the more he read the fully described project. An Exo-skeleton suit akin to his own, only much more compact and specialized in stealth instead of rescue. The whole thing seemed better among military-drawn designs for war instead of a first-year's messy table. That the suit was based around a specific person in mind made the teacher more curious as to who was the green-haired youth who seemed to be able to pull all the strings of his problem child. He had to talk with Aizawa and Ken about this, they would be so jealous of him when he'd already be able to present Nedzu a prodigy like Mei. And to talk with this Midoriya child would be good, maybe he could end up with two prodigies on Support, if the end details of the blueprint were to be believed.

…- made with the full cooperation of amateur and engineer enthusiast, Izuku Midoriya.

[XXX]

[XXX]

"Izuku, reinforcing the lining of your coat with rhino plating would make it much too heavy. I know that you can carry it, but it might affect your mobility to be wearing something that bulky. I think that unless you were to use the exo-skeleton, maintaining your hero costume would be the best." Mei explained to him, many blueprints and papers spread over his desk to back her claims up. It was different from what he expected, since normally the girl would be ever so willing to modify support items or costumes.

He would respond, but he was busy. A bloodbag hanged from his mouth, almost empty of its contents, as he wiped the exposed skin of her shoulders with a towel. He would be more than happy to have sank his fangs on Mei's tender flesh and drink of her rich blood, but it would be sacrilegious to mix her crimson life liquid with motor oil and grease; the end result being their current state.

He stood behind the girl, scrubbing and wiping Mei's shoulders while she focused on her projects. It was relaxing, their strange friendship making so that he would not become a bumbling fool at the mere sight of more eye-candy. He spit the used plastic blood bag in the trash bin close by, focusing his eyes on the recently cleaned skin of the girl.

There were still some smudges of grease and oil, the layers truly difficult to remove. There was the option of a full-blown shower, but Mei was impossible to remove from the drawing desk unless she was working on another project. [Hunter Instincts] brought an illusion to his mind, steam and water coupled together with two bodies, and Izuku bit his lower lip to curb the malicious thoughts.

He barely noticed that Mei had somehow stopped working, her pen laid motionless over the desk as she turned to face him. Her eyes took in his frame, the girl stopping her usual torrent of words to state at him. He gulped, finding it difficult to keep his eyes focused on hers and not on her neck. She stood up without saying a word and captured his wrist.

"Mei?"

She pulled him, the action serving as a reminder that she was used to heavy weights, forcing him to sit on the chair where she was previously on. One swift move and she sat on his lap, her soft rear immediately making inhale air. Leaning back on his abdomen, Hatsume presented her neck by leaning her head forward and holding her pink dreadlocks aside.

"Here, Freckles. You can stop holding back now." Had she read him so easily? Noticed how he wanted fresh blood instead of the dull taste of the provided meals from the hospital? Whatever the case was, he would thank her later. First beginning by licking the area he was going to drink from, he licked the entirety of her right shoulder, his saliva numbing the girl and making her heart beat increase steadily.

"Than-khhh yo-hhh, Mhhhhei." He said between licks, his tongue dancing all over the skin allotted. The girl didn't answer back, her hand grasping the pen she had dropped previously and returning to work on her projects.

"Don't mind-d it Freckles. I said it b-before, right? That if you wanted to drink, you were free to do it anytime-e." Her response came mellow and meek, much different from the usual Mei. The contrast made him want to bully her a bit, to see what other reactions he could get out of her. His fangs brushed against her, without strength to pierce the skin, and she flinched in place. The process was repeated for a few times, each response making the vampire more and more excited. He almost forgot the original reason, but [Hunter Instincts] reminded the teen that he had to feed.

Putting more pressure on his bite, Izuku finally sank his fangs on the girl. Mei shivered and trembled at his ministrations, releasing a heated sigh. He pulled back a bit, allowing blood to flow from the wound to his mouth and making Izuku huff in pleasure as the sweet nectar traveled down his throat. His focus being on satisfying his [Thirst], the teen never noticed the way Mei began rocking her hips or the steamy breaths that exited her mouth. Her pen once more rolled over the desk, being forgotten by the girl in favor of focusing on the sensation of the vampire's tongue. Luck was on their side, the vampire's mother opting to work on an extra shift according to the note on the fridge, so the girl allowed one loud moan to leave her mouth.

Izuku's ears perked up at the sound, [Hunter Instincts] working in his favor. His focus was still on slowly drinking his share of blood, but his body was free enough. His right hand grabbed Mei's waist and his left secured her shoulder, his own hips matching the movement of the girl atop him. Another moan left Mei's mouth, the girl leaving herself fully open to the green-haired teen's touch.

Their hips matched in their movement. Sweat began building up, making Mei's skin glean and become much more seductive to the vampire, her scent invading his nostrils and her taste flooding his tongue. He stopped sucking her blood and ran his tongue over the holes left, making the girl tremble for a few seconds on his lap before she slumped against his body, panting heavily.

Izuku himself was covered in sweat, his [Thirst] finally satisfied. [Hunter Instincts], however, were calling out another kind of hunger. The flushed girl on his lap, the over-exposed shoulder and the tightness in his pants were all calls that he had overindulged on Mei's gratitude. He tried to move, but Hatsume's trembling hands grabbed at his arms.

"Don't move right now, Freckles. Just stay put." Her words seemed laced with honey and she seemed to be riding the afterglow of something. He knew what it was, he was on the verge of having one too, but his mind refused to believe he had been the cause for it.

"Freckles." Mei called to him. "That felt really good. Can you feel that good too? Can I do something to you that feels that good?"

Izuku's mind almost blanked out at those words. His relationship with Mei was strange, but it was something theirs, that only they could understand. Was Mei doing this truly knowing the steps she was about to take? He still hadn't done anything lewder with anyone else but he was a red-blooded male, having had searched these topics once or twice.

He had little time to be dwelling inside his head, Mei already being active. She wasted little time turning around, her legs wrapped around his sides as she clung as tight as possible to his frame. Her chest pressed against him and her heated breath made him once more bite at her neck. She moaned close to his ear, increasing the pleasure he felt as his fangs drew once more blood from her.

It was only a peck on her neck this time, the vampire withdrawing and staring at the flushed appearance of the girl. Their steamy breathes only seemed to further increase the immorality of their act, Mei's lips capturing the attention of the vampire. She was about to speak something else, but was cut short as the hemomancer pressed his lips against hers.

The action sparked fireworks inside both teens, heated breathes and moaning sounds filling the room as their lust increased together with their boldness. Mei once more began to rock her hips, the action bringing her greater pleasure as she felt a bulge on his pants press against her inner thighs, the roughness of their clothing just right to scratch this new sudden itch. Hatsume felt a coil in her lower abdomen become much too tight, just short of breaking and releasing all the potential energy it had accumulated in a burst.

And burst it did, the final push being the tongue that invaded her mouth. The slippery tongue teased her own tongue and made Mei separate from their kiss on her own, a silent scream leaving her mouth as she grabbed the vampire's shoulders and squeezed with all her strength, her back arching. She rode the afterglow of her second orgasm for a while, the vampire waiting for the girl to settle down while he also tried cooling his urges.

Their panting was the only thing being heard for a while. Hatsume did try to stand up, but her legs did not obey anymore, and so the teens stayed in that position for a while.

Izuku avoided looking at Mei, his face heating up at the lewdness of their actions. He did manage to settle his shame down, having less luck with the other one.

After ten minutes, Mei finally managed to summon some strength and she slowly exited his room, making her way to the bathroom. Izuku's ears picked the sound of rustling clothes and then the shower began running, the vampire staring at the ceiling, the prospect of burying his head inside a random hole in the dirt becoming quite attractable. There was also some wetness on his pants, the damp feeling making heat rush back to his face.

He stayed in place until the sound of the running shower stopped, opting to stare out of his window as he heard the steps of the girl approaching his room.

The door opened and Mei entered his habitation, her wet hair down and clinging to her body. She was wrapped around one of his towels, the image being provocative on its own.

"Mind lending me some clothes, Izuku?" She asked, already making her way to his wardrobe. He hummed an affirmative answer, letting the girl pick what could fit her. He opted to leave the room and give the girl some privacy, however, Mei was quicker than what he could anticipate, being already done changing clothes.

She was wearing one of his sweatpants and hoodie, the clothes one size bigger than her frame, yet she still managed to made to use the combination of grey sweatpants and dark blue hoodie seem perfect. That, or he was projecting his desires upon her.

"Heya, looking for something?" She didn't seem to be feeling as awkward as him, so tried to follow her example and look at her. Their eyes met and the vampire could see the faint blush dusting the face of the mechanic girl. "It's kinda getting late, right? I mean, not that I'm in a rush to go home or anything like that, but I wouldn't want to bother you or your mom. I need to get going, have like a thousand other babies that I want to design, so I think that I'll be seeing you tomorrow on school, right Freckles?" It seemed that she had mostly returned to normal, although he could still feel some shame and awkwardness from her. What a rare find, an awkward Mei. He never thought he would live to see the day. And he was sure that he would live for a long while thanks to [True Ancestor].

Seeing as the girl was about to leave his room, he snapped out of his day-dreaming and followed her. "L-let me take you home then." God, how long had it been since he stuttered? He followed by her side, exiting his apartment in a silent mood. It felt somewhat awkward, their steps echoing as they walked to the train station.

As they were about to board the train, it dawned upon the teens that Mei had left the entirety of her blueprints and her schoolbag back at the vampire's den.

The awkward mood disappeared as the duo burst out laughing.

[XXX]

[XXX]

The following day.

"What is it like having classes with the Top Hero, All Might?!"

Izuku blinked as he stared at the microphone suddenly being shoved into his face. The reporter lady seemed to be eager to have a response from him, the camera crew behind her focused on whatever the vampire would say. The teen merely shrugged his shoulders, a I don't know being his answer. The woman found his response lacking, and thus left him along, thinking that he would probably be from another course.

The vampire stopped by the gate of his school and waited, checking out the reaction of his classmates. Bakugou angrily made the busy-bodies leave due to his temper, Uraraka gave a mediocre response and Iida outright bored the reporters with a long-winded speech.

The vampire allowed himself a small smile, turning to head to his class. However, a few steps after the teen felt an intense reaction of his [Hunter Instincts], his ability warning him that someone dangerous was nearby. He stopped in place and carefully turned his head, slit shaped pupils searching the crowd of reporters for anything out of the ordinary. He failed to accurately pinpoint the person, but the general feeling of bloodlust was there.

Aizawa-sensei appeared not long after, warned the press about their behavior and left. The buzzards tried to push their luck, but to their disappointment, U.A's infamous barrier was erected, keeping the press from advancing into school grounds.

The messy teacher glared at the steel gate for a few seconds before he himself turned and began making his way to his class. He found Izuku still standing around, the teen also staring at the gate. His crimson gleaming eyes told the teacher that the teen was using his quirk, so the teacher merely glared at him and released some killing intent.

Izuku immediately jumped back as he felt the wave of killing intent hit him, his claws already sharp and waiting for confrontation. When none came, the vampire left his aggressive stance, only for [Hunter Instincts] to scream at him. He calmed down when he noticed that his bindings were rather familiar, Eraserhead's capture weapon scarf.

"What are you doing, standing around and wasting time here, Midoriya?"

The vampire rose his head, making his hood fall off his head. He wryly smiled to the teacher. "Good morning, Aizawa-sensei. I was just worried that I had sensed something weird, but I guess it was just an impression. Sorry! I'll be heading back to class right now." Izuku apologized and tried to move, but the hero's weapon was still bound around his frame. "Sensei?"

The hero stared at Izuku for a while, his frown made the teen wonder if he was in trouble for anything he had done.

"So you also noticed, huh..." The hero muttered, eyes turning back to the steel doors.

"What was that, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku found that Eraserhead had monstrous reflexes, the head snapping towards him being all the confirmation necessary. The pro released the teen after a few more seconds under the scrutiny of his gaze.

"Nothing important. Come, follow. Can't risk you getting late for class, problem child." Izuku excitedly nodded at the hero, falling a step right behind him. The vampire was perceptive, but even he did not notice when the pro stealthily sent a message to the headmaster of the school. The [High Specs] user was troublesome, but the teacher had to report the fact that someone among the First-Years could sense Killing Intent and not be rendered a sobbing mess on the ground.

…

…

…

…

"Good morning, class. I took the liberty of reviewing the records of your Battle Trial from yesterday. Most of you did well for your first time, but don't get conceited; there is still much you all need to learn in order to become pro-heroes." Aizawa said, his eyes scanning the class and taking off much of joy of that compliment. "With that out of the way, we must return to more important matters."

That phrase triggered a reaction within 1-A, the class tensing up to wait for the next stunt the teacher was about to pull off. Knowing Aizawa, the teens were expecting something crazy, akin to his first test.

"Pick up a class representative."

"..."

"Use whatever method you all want, just don't take too long." The pro utterly broke the class's expectations when he requested the overly normal activity. His uncaring attitude was complimented by the fact that he simply rolled back into his yellow sleeping bag and did his best impression of a caterpillar on one corner of the class.

"I guess we need to figure this one on our own?" Izuku said, scratching his cheek.

"FUCK YOU ALL, SELECT ME!" Bakugou shouted to his classmates, his ravenous expression truly a sight to behold.

The class immediately exploded in thunderous conversation as each and every student rose their hands and began shouting their plans for if they were chosen.

"I will get the guys all the hot chicks." Kaminari said loudly, his hands doing a supposedly cool finger-gun gesture.

"If chosen, my shadowy ways shall carve a path for a most victorious class." Tokoyami pronounced, head nods following his speech.

"Mon ami, Moi shall make this class tree bien!" Yuuga spoke, mixing French and Japanese together and blinking, somehow making his blinks sparkle and twinkle.

"ALL OF YOU, STOP!" Iida shouted from his seat. "The position of class president should be taken seriously and respectfully! Just because some of us want it, it does not mean that anyone will be capable of rising up to the challenge. As such, I propose that we make a democratic vote to decide such an important role for our class!" The teen made the cacophony inside the class die down, many nodding and agreeing with the assessment of the tall teen.

"How so, Iida-kun? Won't we all just vote for ourselves?" Tsuyu countered, her voice monotone and her eyes unblinking.

"Precisely so! If someone manages to have more votes, that will show that such a person was capable of impressing all of us and that the representative position will be on the hands of someone truly capable!" The Tenya's youngest sibling managed to convince the class with his argument. Although Bakugou seemed to be upset at the outcome, he grumbled and accepted it. Fighting to get his way would not work, since there would be other contestants with the ability to match his firepower. Prideful? Yes, he was. Dumb? Never. Pushing his way would not work now, he needed to prove to the extras that he was their best option when it came to leadership.

Izuku, on his accord, was busy scrolling at his phone. He had heard all the noise, and honestly was fine with whatever was decided by his class. He wasn't exactly gunning for the position of class representative, he could barely talk without scaring off anyone. He was mostly busy with managing his trading stocks, investing a great deal of money into I-Island. The professional engineer and Support Item Creator Specialist David Shield was Izuku's primary focus, considering that [Shield Industries] was on an all-time rise. That the teen wanted the man to also respond to his emails was also a thing.

If Izuku could get David Shield himself to look into [True Ancestor], Izuku could possibly have a myriad of Top Support Items built by the man who created the costumes that All Might wore during his Golden Age. If someone could design clothing that could withstand the physical strength of the Top Hero, they could figure out how to bypass the limiting factors of his quirk. The possible options that could be done with his power were insane.

That being the case, Izuku almost missed the piece of paper that Iida gave to him while he passed his chair. The vampire rose his head and saw that everyone was busy writing who they thought would be the best for the class president position, many no doubt writing their own names. He scanned the class quickly, his eyes appraising his classmates and coming up with the best possible candidates:

Yaoyozoru Momo and Todoroki Shoto were the forerunners on his mind, with Iida being the next one and the last person being Bakugou. The vampire liked Tokoyami, but he knew that the raven-headed teen's behavior could rub people the wrong way and not everyone could manage to get past the overly complex speech and Shakespearean monologues that he could get up to.

Bakugou was also an out. Izuku knew that there was more to the ash-blonde than being a walking bomb disaster, but the grating attitude would work contrary to the expectations of a class president. That Katsuki would probably just tell everyone to, and he quoted "Fuck off and follow me, piss-ants!" did not help his case in the vampire's mind.

Iida was a well-meaning person, but his stiff attitude and narrow mind were things that could also make the teen run into troublesome situations. He would probably follow the rules to a T, refusing to do anything that hadn't required at least two lawyers or the principal's approval. Quick judgement was one great requirement, one which Izuku feared the [Engine] quirk user currently lacked. That left out Yaoyozoru and Todoroki.

Izuku discreetly glanced at the two. The heterochromatic teen was currently siting straight, his face a stone mask displaying no emotion whatsoever. Owner of a powerful quirk and being son of the Second Ranker, Endeavor, the teen was sure to be knowledgeable and trained, but the hemomancer had never seen him interact with anyone outside of mandatory work. Not exactly leader-like material.

The [Creation] quirk user was the only one left. The girl did display the image of a proper leader, someone you could follow and trust to give solid advice. Her impressive display of abilities on the Battle Trial added to her score in the vampire's mind, the fact that she also was a recommendation student also being something that he kept in mind when factoring her.

His options narrowed out to a sole candidate, Izuku wrote Yaoyozoru's name on the paper and waited for Iida to collect it. The tall teen did so and began writing down the names on the blackboard. Izuku waited for the result, some confusion on his face as noticed his name had a vote. Who voted for me? He wondered. As the names began piling up on the board, something stunning for the vampire happened. He got another vote.

Yayozoru Momo – 3 votes

Midoriya Izuku – 3 votes

The rest of the names all had one vote, with Iida and Uraraka having zero. The male students seemed utterly defeated by the fact that no one had voted for him. Izuku was stunned. How had he managed to acquire three votes? Three out of sixteen, the votes for Yaoyozoru out. Both the vampire and the beauty stood in front of the class, their positions would be decided by another vote.

"I CALL FUCKING BULLSHIT ON THIS FUCKING VOTING!" Bakugou rose from his place with fury, but one glance from Aizawa, even with the teacher still inside his cozy cocoon on the floor of the class, was enough to make the ash-blonde sit down. His grinding teeth echoed loudly though, his displeasure clear for all to hear.

Izuku was still stunned from the voting. People had found him trustworthy? That was a first on his school life. Sure, Detective Tsukauchi had trusted Izuku from the get go, but that had more to deal with his [Lie Detection] quirk. Had his efforts paid off and people didn't find his appearance to be overly creepy? Whatever the case, he was still out of it even when the second pool of votes came in and he was behind the girl by a wide margin of votes.

Yayozoru Momo – 12 votes

Midoriya Izuku – 5 votes

Even with the difference in votes, it was impressive that people had managed to trust and select him for vice-president.

"Glad you got that settled before class ended." Aizawa said, standing up and allowing the two teens to return to their chairs. Yaoyozoru nodded to him and daintily walked to her place, a smile on her face. She still managed to maintain the high-class aura, but Izuku could read from her body language that she was peppy, happiness almost exhaling from her body. He managed to not cosplay as Iida as he returned to his desk, ignoring the burning gaze of his bomber classmate.

[XXX]

[XXX]

Lunch time came and Izuku followed his usual routine. He picked his food from Lunch Rush on the cafeteria and proceeded to find an empty corner table where he could eat peacefully. His thermos refilled; the hospital having delivered a batch of bloodbags to the school as per his requirements (paperwork had been troublesome enough to fill), so he did not have to worry about running out of his special nutrition.

His seat taken, the vampire started on his meal. Deep-fried pork and pickled vegetables with a side dish of white rice and miso soup, the blood being an additional to curb the influence of [Hunter Instincts] and to truly satisfy him. He was on middle of a long sip from the flask when Tokoyami sat on the available spot in front of the vampire.

"I assume you are most happy with your current position, fellow abyss watcher." The raven-headed exclaimed, setting down his food tray.

"I did not expect people to choose me for that. I mean, look at me." The vampire pointed to himself with his chopsticks.

"Our class might be impressed by your wonderful show during the Battle Trial. Not many of our classmates could accomplish a victory alone, given the circumstances." Tokoyami said, crossing his arms over his chest and assuming a pensive pose.

The duo's conversation proceeded for a while, Izuku pulling a notebook from his blazer and showing Tokoyami some ideas, the raven-headed teen impressed by the notes. Although most were theories, the vampire had managed to get most information correct with just one glance at his quirk. However, before long Izuku's head turned into the direction of incoming footsteps. The raven-headed teen followed the vampire's gaze, spotting the group approaching their table. Iida, Uraraka and Tsuyu approached the table where the two dwelled.

"Hello, Midoriya-kun, Tokoyami-san." The taller teen greeted them. "May we join you?" The boy almost bowed to finish his request, the food tray stoping him before he dropped his food.

"Hey, Izuku-kun, Tokoyami-san." Uraraka smiled at the duo.

Izuku and Tokoyami exchanged glances with each other before both nodded to the group. "You are very much welcome to join us." Tokoyami answered while Izuku used his head to motion for the group to choose their seats.

Iida sat on the chair beside Tokoyami while Uraraka opted to sit by the vampire's side, Tsuyu opting to sit next to the brunette.

"How does it feel, Izuku-kun? Being Class Vice-president?" Uraraka asked, full of enthusiasm. That she was really digging in her rice was proof that the food from the Lunch Rush was truly good. Cheap too.

The vampire took a sip from his flask before he answered. "Can't say I feel that different, but it was a surprise for sure. I was sure that Yaoyozoru-san was sure to be a candidate, but I pictured someone else being Vice-president." He explained, taking a short moment to eat more of his pork.

"Why? When we think about remarkable performances, we remember your battle trial and the following explanations. All Might-sensei looked really troubled when you began predicting the outcome to all the battles. I can't see anyone else being the Class Vice-president. You could even have become President!" Iida mentioned, taking time to wipe the fog off his glasses as he was eating a bowl of beef ramen.

"Iida-kun is right! You were, like, super cool when you fought Kirishima-kun and Sero-kun. And you're also really smart. You told me all those strategies and tips after my battle that I feel that if we were in a group, we would never lose. Even against Bakugou-kun. Talking about him: he was really mad when you won for Vice-president." Ochaco spoke in one breath, her hands moving as if to imitate his actions back during the Battle Trial.

Izuku felt somewhat self-conscious, blushing a bit. His skin was getting some more color since he developed [Day Walker], but it never lasted long enough for him to get a tan.

He was about to say something, but [Hunter Instincts] was triggered and the teen felt all the hair on his body stand up. Murderous intent spiked from some direction on U.A, the entry gates if his memory of the school map was correct, and the teen felt personally attacked. Had a villain become mad enough to attack the number-one school in all of Japan?

Izuku noticed that his classmates were looking at him oddly, wondering what he was doing. Before he could explain himself, sirens blared loudly on the cafeteria.

WARNING!

WARNING!

LEVEL 3 SECURITY THREAT! SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED!

WARNING!

WARNING!

As if a gunshot had been fired, the many students filling the cafeteria began hurriedly vacating the premises. The only problem with that was that all the students had the same idea and were rushing to exit the room through the double-doors that clearly were not meant for that amount of people.

His classmates were clearly confused, himself included, by the alert. They had never been instructed on what to do in this situation. Hell, they didn't know what a level 3 threat was or what they were supposed to do.

Invoking his [Advanced Hemomancy], Izuku managed to capture one of the rushing students with a thick tendril of blood.

"OI! What the hell is happening?!" Izuku short of shouted at his upper classman, the student being stunned by the vampire's actions for a few seconds before he realized the question. Izuku could almost see the cogs spinning inside the teen's head as he firmed himself.

"You didn't know?! A level 3 security breach means that someone has invaded the campus!" The upperclassman left hurriedly, joining the sea of people that shoved and pushed to exit the cafeteria.

Izuku tried to firm himself after being shoved, managing to right himself and avoid being stepped on by the mob. What the hell is going on with everyone? If they panic like this, someone will get hurt for sure.

Almost as if destiny or fate itself heard him, the vampire's enhanced vision captured the moment Uraraka was elbowed by someone else, the girl instinctively closing her eyes and losing her footing. The vampire didn't blink as he [Flash Step]'ed close to her, catching the brunette by her shoulders and holding her up.

"Uraraka-san, are you alright?" Izuku asked, the blood from previously wrapped around his face and turned into his Oni (demon/ogre) face mask. Better to have some blood on hand (or face) than be caught wanting.

The brunette opened her eyes and nodded to him, wincing as she grabbed at her side. "I think it's bruised."

The vampire let more blood seep from his arms, the crimson tendrils lashing out and latching into Iida, Tokoyami and Tsuyu. A moment later, the teens were pulled towards him as he used their table as a safe point. "Iida-kun, what's the situation?"

The [Engine] user had one bruise on his lips, no doubt from a shove or an elbow. "Midoriya, I think I saw the press entering the school campus before you pulled me." Iida answered, pointing to the large glasspane windows of the cafeteria. If the panic hadn't set the students off, they may have noticed the entry of the press.

Izuku huffed, his solid blood construct shifting open to allow the stream of air to exit his mouth and also give him a pretty intimidating figure. The entire situation crumbled faster that it should be expected of a hero school. How the hell did the press managed to get past three gates of solid steel without triggering self-defense mechanism? Maybe...no, no villain would be foolish enough to try their luck when All Might is a teacher here. With the full rooster of combat heroes such as Eraserhead, Vlad King, Sniper and Midnight, trying anything like a frontal assault is stupid beyond even the dumbest villain. Whatever the case, we can't let the others step on each other like this.

"Uraraka-san! Make Iida-kun float." His words confused the brunette, but she obeyed easily enough. Her finger pads touched Iida and made the taller teen float. Iida himself was confused as to why would Izuku ask the girl for that to happen, but soon enough the idea clicked on his head.

"I guess that you got the point?" Izuku asked, focusing the tendrils of blood into a single tentacle, which was wrapped around the [Engine] quirk user. The girls and Tokoyami were secured by the deceptively strong arms of the vampire. One head nod later, Izuku was readying himself to throw the taller teen, who had just finished taking off his shoes and exposing his calf-engines. "Tokoyami! I want you to go to the windows and confirm what is going on there. I take that [Dark Shadow] is rather solid, right?"

The teen nodded to the question and understood what Izuku meant. Exercing his command over his quirk, Tokoyami invoked the creature that dwelled inside him. One jump aided by the power of his quirk and a boost from one of Midoriya's blood tendrils, Tokoyami soared high above the crowd of students and quickly flew towards the glass window. He latched onto the superior part of the glass pane, having a full view of Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic trying their very best to stop the press instead of forcefully making them exit the private grounds.

His mission complete, Tokoyami held onto the superior part of the pane. "[Dark Shadow], signal to Midoriya, our duty is complete."

"Aye aye, boss!" The living shadow shook one of its shadowy limbs, catching the attention of the vampire.

"Iida-kun, it's time to be a hero!" Izuku said, already hearing the rumbling of the engines inside Iida's calves.

"I agree, Midoriya-kun!"

Thanks to the weightlessness of Iida, Izuku had an easy time putting strength into the throw. Sure enough, Iida also went sailing on the air, but due to his quirk, the teen acquired much greater speed. Only problem was that he couldn't suddenly stop, added with his current velocity, Iida smacked dab right over the exit gate, the noise gathering attention from the crowd.

"ATTENTION! ALL IS OKAY! IT'S JUST THE PRESS!"

Not a second later, an explosion happened right in the middle of the crowd, making many of the students get startled. Izuku recognized the acridly sweet smell.

"FUCKING EXTRAS, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Bakugou also seemed to have his plans to have the confusion disperse, although he spoke in his usual rabid way. "CAN'T EVEN TRUST YOU TO EVACUATE LIKE YOU ARE TRAINING AT THE FUCKING BEST HERO SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY!" More explosions followed suit, none powerful or fiery to hurt anyone, their current focus being into their loud noise and flair.

"U.A students, form orderly lines! We can't behave like this when we are the next generation of heroes! We would have greatly shamed ourselves should the press have captured our blunder! Act accordingly to our status as hero trainees!" Yaoyozoru's voice echoed from a megaphone, no doubt her creation. Her speech by far was the most professional, both chastising the students for their panic and also offering advice.

The panic from before settled down and the students began helping around those that suffered injuries during the chaos.

Uraraka turned to Tsuyu with a smile and the duo did a hi-five.

The brunette turned around to congratulate Izuku for his plan. 1-A was a top-tier class, their response to this incident proof that they truly were worthy of their status as Hero Course students. Their mettle would be tested further, an incident that would make the class famous internationally. Yet, for now, the focus of the [Zero Gravity] quirk user was finding the one who had helped her.

She would only find him after the confusion was truly dealt with.

[XXX]

[XXX]

As soon as Izuku heard the crackling of the small, telltale signature explosions of the ash-blonde, the vampire was sure that the event would settle down. After that, he abundantly used [Flash Step] and his stealth to leave the place and search the school grounds.

[Hunter Instincts] was reacting strongly to something, and Izuku was betting all his chips that the vicious killing intent from earlier had to do with it. His blood ran rapidly inside his veins and arteries, almost begging for him to use his [Hemomancy]. He ran through the halls of the school, trying his best to find any sort of clue that would lead him.

The vampire almost ran past one of the many hallways of the school, but before he did, the strong smell of formaldehyde hit his nostrils. The pungent smell of the gas meant that someone was using formalin, a chemical that was used to preserve bodies. The vampire doubled his efforts, following the strong leftover smell until it led to one office.

Izuku let the blood seep from his skin, slowly covering his legs and arms into crimson flowing armor. He also started pulling on the effect of his most recent ability, which he had acquired after cultivating the quirk factor in Kirishima's blood. The ability wasn't completed, pull some use if he pushed himself. Thanking the heavens that he had finished his thermos today, Izuku pulled on the [Hardening] quirk factor, making his crimson armor take on a more consistent shape. It still looked soft, but Izuku was sure that he could deal serious damage, be it blunting attacks or slashing cuts.

Before he could stomp the office door down, Izuku felt a wave of weakness hit him, his control over [Advanced Hemomancy] failing immediately and letting to the entirety of the life liquid spilling uselessly on the ground. Pangs of hunger immediately hit him, but the feeling of hollowness that oppressed him was greater.

Izuku could take enourmous amounts of punishment, [High-speed Regeneration] being the lifeline that could make him pull through what could be considered fatal for many. He was not arrogant to say that his quirk made him an effective immortal, but Izuku could very much shrug off everything short of getting his head blown off.

Right now, he felt exposed to death. The mere sunlight that lit half the hallway now seemed like venomous poison that would corrode the current Izuku to the bone. The cold that also came with losing such a great deal of blood also bothered him, likely anemia setting in.

All of that happened due to one quick look of Aizawa-sensei.

"Midoriya, we need to talk." The glow inside the man's eyes made Izuku fear for his life.