{Fixed that mistake in chapter 10 now.}
The late afternoon sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the U.A. training hall, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The gym was quiet now, emptied of students and trainers, but Takuma remained seated on the bleachers, his notebook open on his lap. His eyes scanned the messy notes he'd taken earlier, analyzing every detail.
Aizawa's familiar shadow appeared beside him. "Still here," he said, voice low.
Takuma nodded without looking up. "There's more to unpack from today."
Aizawa sat down beside him. "Walk me through what you noticed."
Takuma took a breath. "The initial exercises was simple — throw the ball as far as possible for example." He tapped his pen against the notebook. "The blond boy with the dark streak — Kaminari. He nearly failed because he lost control of his electricity right at the start. His Quirk's powerful, but unstable. Too much output and he risks hurting himself or others."
Aizawa grunted. "That's Kaminari, alright. Needs to work on control before he can use full power."
Takuma flipped pages, eyes narrowing. "Then there was Todoroki — he only used ice during his throw. It was precise, almost effortless. But something tells me he's hiding more. The red half of his Quirk wasn't shown. Maybe it's a side he's reluctant to reveal, or he's holding back."
Aizawa's gaze sharpened. "You're right to notice that. Todoroki's fire side is… complicated. For now, he prefers to stay on the safe, cold side."
Takuma continued, "Sero uses tape from his elbows — he controls it like an extension of his body, very tactical. He can use it to swing, grab, or bind. His tape moves with precision."
Aizawa nodded approvingly. "Sero's clever with it, but it takes finesse."
Takuma's brow furrowed as he moved to more observations. "I also paid attention to the runner — the boy with glasses and a strict posture. Lida. His speed is exceptional and controlled, but his Quirk seems less flashy, more about discipline and endurance."
"Lida's a good student," Aizawa said. "Strong foundation."
Takuma's fingers drummed on the notebook. "But what stood out most were two things. One was the Naval Laser user. His beam is raw, unfiltered energy. Most quirks have safety mechanisms built in to protect the user, but his attack seemed unchecked — dangerous for both himself and others."
Aizawa's eyes darkened briefly. "That's a risk with high-output quirks. They can burn you out if you're not careful. Yuga Aoyama recently awoke his "
Takuma glanced sideways, voice quieter now. "And then there's the boy who pushed himself so hard he shattered the bone in his pointer finger trying to maximize his throw. Izuku."
Aizawa's expression tightened. "I had to stop him before he did worse. That's what happens when you don't respect your body's limits."
Takuma could see he was hiding something, even from his most 'promising problem maker.' He sighed to himself, still tapping his pen, deep in thought.
Eventually, Aizawa stood, giving Takuma a deep look. "There are things that you cannot learn, and they are hidden for good reason. You were good to notice the problems, but don't press Midoriya."
Takuma maintained the eye contact for a long while before relenting. "Fine. But I'm still suspicious about Aoyama. I don't know how or why his quirk acts like that, but something about it just smells wrong."
Aizawa nodded. "If you're suspicious, that means I'll have to keep an eye out as well. Nezu noted how in-depth your prowess was in studying people."
Eraserhead waved lazily as he walked out, leaving Takuma some parting words. "Get some rest kid. Even you aren't invincible."
The faculty lounge at U.A. was a study in contrast to the bustling energy of the classrooms and training fields. The lighting was warm and soft, the air faintly scented with tea and paper. A quiet buzz of conversation drifted between the teachers, all gathered in one of the side conference rooms that connected to a wall-mounted display. A muted video loop of the day's training played in the background—slow-motion footage of class 1-A unleashing their Quirks during the test.
Aizawa leaned against the far wall, arms folded and expression unreadable as usual. Across the table, Present Mic lounged in a chair, one leg slung over the other. Beside him, Cementoss and Midnight flipped through reports, while All Might, in his true form, sipped quietly from a steaming mug.
Principal Nezu perched on a high stool at the head of the table, his ever-cheerful smile belying the sharp calculation in his eyes. "So," he began, tail swishing behind him, "let's talk about our newest addition."
Midnight looked up from her folder. "You mean the brooding genius who makes notes like a detective and studies people like he's profiling a criminal case?"
"Takuma Itsuno," Cementoss clarified.
Aizawa finally spoke. "He's dangerous. But not in the way you'd expect. He doesn't lash out, doesn't show off. He observes. Quietly. Constantly."
"Exactly," Nezu chimed in, tapping the rim of his teacup. "And in a single day, he's already spotted what it took us weeks to gather on the rest of Class 1-A. He noticed Todoroki's self-imposed limit, Aoyama's odd Quirk function, and Midoriya's… unconventional strain tolerance."
Toshinori tensed subtly. "You think he'll put it together?"
"Not the whole truth," Nezu mused. "But he's already theorizing. Give him another week—maybe less—and he'll start questioning why Midoriya's Quirk behaves like something foreign to his body."
"Izuku's still learning how to balance it," All Might said. "But he doesn't need suspicion."
"No," Nezu agreed, "but neither does Takuma. He's been through enough."
Present Mic raised a hand lazily. "So what do we do with a guy like him? He's a walking puzzle box with the instinct of a bloodhound. Doesn't exactly scream 'friendly classmate.'"
Aizawa gave a rare grunt. "He wants to connect. He's just… drowning in what he's seen. What he's done. But if we give him the right support, the right structure... he'll be an incredible asset."
"And a great influence," Nezu added. "He understands restraint better than most pros."
Midnight crossed her arms. "Still. We can't just throw him into the fire."
Nezu smiled wider. "I'm not suggesting we do. I'm suggesting we forge him properly. Pair him with someone who understands pain. Struggle. Growth."
A beat of silence passed before All Might slowly set his mug down.
"…Midoriya," he said.
"Exactly," Nezu said with a twinkle in his eye. "Their Quirks demand precision and control. If they train together—perhaps in a guided environment—they could learn not only to master themselves but to support one another. That kind of mutual respect is rare."
Aizawa gave a small nod. "We'll keep it under wraps for now. Let it happen naturally."
"Or as naturally as anything ever does at this school," Present Mic said with a chuckle.
Nezu turned to the paused video—Takuma standing alone, notebook clutched in one hand, his shadow long and still on the concrete.
"Let's just make sure we don't waste the second chance we gave him."