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“Who is your favorite hero?” Asked Uraraka the 3rd day of class.
“All Might!” Midoriya answered, pausing by her desk.
“No. I knew that, I meant, you know, a not as known one.” she adjusted with a chuckle.
He thought for a moment, putting his hand to his chin as he thought. “Well, I enjoyed one a few years back but there isn’t much known about her.”
A few more of the students started listening. “Your quirk actually made me think of her, Crimson Tide.” The fanboy smiled.
“I’ve heard of her. She’s pretty manly.” Kirishima smiled, nodding with a huge smile.
“Who is she?” Uraraka asked excitedly, trying her best to remember.
“She was a sidekick of Edgeshot before he was in the top 5. Last I heard she went underground.” Midoriya said, mentally digging through his old hero notebooks. “She is mostly known for her more theatrical rescues. She has these ropes that she ‘flies’ with.”
He pulled out his phone and pulled up an old photo of her holding a young boy while dangling from a crumbling bridge.
“I remember that rescue.” Sero said. “That’s what gave me the idea of swinging on my tape.”
“She always has a dazzling smile.” Midoriya added.
He pulled up another photo of her during his favorite rescue. “My personal favorite was when Edgeshot and her were called out to an old fishing town on a case. She was protecting people when a villain attacked her. They cut her ropes so when she had to save someone from a cliff, she had the fishermen swing their nets over it.” His eyes lit up. “She jumped to the net and saved them effortlessly.”
“Wow, that’s sick!” Satou exclaimed.
“Such flexibility in her style. Something we should all strive to learn.” Ida declared with vigor.
Midoryia nodded enthusiastically. “Lots of people assumed she's weak because she's small. She's only about 157cm (around 5’2”) and always looked lean.” He continued fanboying over the unknown hero. Even Ida was distracted enough to not pay attention to the clock.
No one noticed their homeroom teacher who was frozen at the door of the class. The tired homeroom teacher dragged a hand down his face as Midoriya talked about how she was an accomplished fighter.
“Her style still hasn’t been replicated.” Midoriya recounted.
“Let’s focus.” Aizawa grumbled as he tightened his grip on his sleeping bag.
The green headed boy yelped as he nearly jumped the rest of the way to his chair. But then the boy’s excitement returned ten fold. “Sensei, aren’t you and Lady Crimson Tide surveillance partners?”
Aizawa scratched his chin. “We were.” He mumbled distractedly.
“Did she retire?” “Shut up you damn nerd.” “Whoa, she must be amazing.” “She’s hot.” The class was filled with mini conversations.
“It’s time for class!” Aizawa snapped angrily as his hair and scarf floated. He glared at the usual suspects with his frightful red eyes.
The students all sat straight and silently in their desks.
Aizawa deactivated his quirk and scratched his head.
“Focus hard today or you won’t be participating in hero training later.” He walked from the room as the next period’s bell rang.
Present Mic entered, shouting out his normal greeting. He set down his teaching supplies and walked in front of the podium, posing. He was about to continue talking when he saw Uraraka’s hand in the air.
“What’s jamming, Uraraka?”
“Who was Crimson Tide?” She asked nervously. She along with a couple of students had noticed the slight change in their teacher.
Present Mic’s face fell.
He crouched down and slipped off his glasses. The moistness was unmistakable.
“Crimson Tide was an amazing hero who was going to be a teacher here.” He said in a disturbingly quiet voice.
The class was filled with sickening silence. Heroes dying wasn’t uncommon, but the reality of its dangers hung on the class.
“She died last year.” He scratched his cheek and stood up, shoving his glasses on. “She was the real deal, ya dig. Truly Plus Ultra.” Mic said proudly with a reminiscent smile. “Just don’t talk to Eraser about her.”
The class paled.
“You already did, didn’t you.”
He shook his head as he pulled out his phone. He sent off a quick text to Midnight warning her.