Hero Academia OCs:

A/N: Wow, ok, um, so if you're not my partner in oc making crime, loyalspades on tumblr (Harper's creator) you'll probably have no idea why I made this, who the people featured here are – you basically have no reason to become invested in this. But if you check out my tumblr (Silverheartwritings) you'll probably find some more explanatory stuff…


"Everyone… Everyone! OI, SHUT UP!"

The room went silent and the female student-hero hopped off the teacher's desk, a small scowl on her face. Her eyes darted around the room, challenging anyone to so much as whisper while she was talking. Her eyebrows relaxed after a moment and she gestured to the door. "We've got a transfer student, ah-!" she looked over the doorframe, "Asparagus-or-something?"

The green haired boy stepped into the room, an eyebrow quirked at the blonde girl's display. "I'm Harper Dean…" He walked to stand beside the girl and her lips twisted in a smirk as the class broke out into quiet murmurs at the new development. The boys were speculating if they could rope him into their friendship groups, girls were giggling and whispering like conspirators, and all were wondering what the boy had done to earn himself a place at Saint Rose's Hero Academy.

"I'm Angelina Valkyrie, the class president. I'm the principal's daughter so come to me if you get into any trouble and I can probably get you off scotch-free, Asparagus." The girl wafted her hand lazily and sat cross legged on the front desk, ignoring the green haired student's unamused correction of his name. "There's a free seat by horned tomato and wolfy so go take that and enjoy being swamped."

"Swamped?" he muttered and took a seat. Instantly he was surrounded by around ten students, all squabbling to have their question heard.

"Hey, hey! I'm Elise, welcome to the class! Which country are you from? How come you got transferred early on? What's your Quirk?" chirped a red headed girl with draconic horns spiralling out of her skull.

"I'm a-!"

"Harper, right?" a burly Scandinavian looking boy clapped him on the back, nearly knocking the wind out his body. "I'm Reiner. Angelina called you Asparagus, huh? Bwahaha! Don't take it too personally; she calls everyone something weird but she does know your name – she calls me a 'wet chicken nugget' 'cause of my hair." He chuckled and ran a hand through his short-cropped hair.

"I should pro'ly mention," Angelina piped up over the crowd, "we haven't got a set 'teacher' aside from normal subjects as we're often left to our devices in hero training so I usually teach theory – we get a different teacher all the time when we do practical though. Lesson starts in like five minutes or so…" Harper watched as her attention was drawn to the boy mentioned as 'Wolfy' approached her with a couple of other students. From the bits he could pick up, they sounded like a long-time friendship group.

"So! Harper, what's your Quirk?"

The green haired boy grinned slightly and with a snigger, the question was reiterated with the same tone and pitch – mimicking the voice perfectly. Harper was pretty proud of his quirk to recreate any sound he heard – it was surprisingly useful. 'Oooh's and 'aaah's went up though a few of the students frowned in worry.

"Is, ah, all it can do?" Elise worried her lip, revealing a sit off sharp teeth, "I mean it's good and quite flashy but, er, it's not… 'hero-y' if that makes sense…"

They were interrupted by a sliding sound and the crowd parted to allow Angelina to shoo the students to their seats. "Ya brats, if Principal Valkyrie let him in then he's got more than that up his sleeve." She snapped. Harper's eyes fixated on the fact that her feet were now encased in a pair of nearly opaque, crystal roller blades, tinted in a shade of pink. 'Rich kids' was the only thing that rattled through Harper's mind at the sight. The group made no note of the existence of the shoes, hinting that they were a regular occurrence, and dispersed to their respective desks. "Come on, I gotta start the class soon."

As Angelina rolled to the front and began a slideshow on recue procedures, it only then hit Harper how peculiar and unorthodox the school was. He had expected rigorous, strict, militant training, not for the sixteen-year-old class president to lounge on the teacher's desk and give mild insults and swears every few minutes while she taught. He didn't expect from a school under investigation for villainy to give him such an informal and warm welcome. 'Investigate the school and find out what they're really up to' not whatever this was.

By the time the bell rang to mark time to transition to practical, Harper had been surprised to find that Angelina was a surprisingly good teacher of Heroic Theory.

It was at this moment, as he was guided by the rest of the class through the school to their next lesson, surrounded by smiles and just overall warmth, did he sincerely hope that this was all there was to this school.


Harper was soon inducted into the class. He found that a quarter of them were children of Europe's top heroes, such as Angelina, Wolfgang and her childhood friendship group, while the rest had just been gifted with the skill, Quirk, talent and determination to become heroes and get into S.R. Though, judging by the flickers of conversation, Angelina and her group were not lacking there as well.

Harper was welcomed with open arms and that was a little bit terrifying – considering what might happen if the reason he had gotten in had been found out. He was included in Reiner's study groups, and Elise's social gatherings, and a number of other events held by the numerous classmates. But the person he had ended up connecting the most had been Angelina, the creative curser and daughter of his main target.

At first he had been interacting with her with the mission in mind – if he was going to get information out of any of the students it would probably be the ringleader's own offspring, who also seemed to exert a surprisingly strong amount of control over the class.

Then, they had their first combat training class.

Harper was not used to combat. Sure he had received some self-defence training from his parents, but he was now in a class of a continent's most powerful potential heroes, or if his mission came to fruition: the most dangerous teens in the entirety of Europe. He had stared in bemusement when a costume design sheet had been placed in front of him before he had entered, unsure what to put down. He had end up with a vague shape of a generic hero costume with a couple of notes saying 'enhance speed and strength' and 'hearing and voice projection increase', hoping that they would come up with something that would help him keep up.

He stared at the body armour and felt himself pale. What was he doing? Oh that's right he went along with his parents' demands again. His eyes darted to the other male students milling out, geared up in the specialised outfits, and Harper swallowed a gulp at the blatant sight of muscles – muscles that could snap him in half in an instant. Ooh boy.

He didn't realise that all the male students had left until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around in panic and was faced with an unimpressed Angelina. She was draped in a black cloak across her shoulders, the thick cloth falling down around her knees where he could just see her bare feet peeking out. After the initial surprise of seeing her, the realisation of where they were hit him.

"THIS IS THE BOY'S CHANGE ROOMS!"

'I know."

Harper floundered and stared wide eyed at her boldness. She merely quirked an eyebrow as though he was the aberrant. "What if I was changing?!" He felt entirely exposed in just a singlet and shorts and in front of a girl. Where was his hoodie?

She looked at the helmet in his hand and huffed. "You can't get your armour on?"

"Eh? H-how did you-?"

"Everyone else is waiting for you." Ah. The blonde student-hero groaned and reached out, unclicking a hidden mechanism on the suit that let it spring open. "It's a pretty standard issue armour – you'll definitely want something more specific soon." She turned tail and disappeared with a billow, back out the door.

When he finally managed to pull the accursed thing on, the poor green haired spy clunked his way over to the awaiting group. He took in the sight of them all donned in their uniforms and felt at awe – they really were heroes. Costumes in colours and styles matching to the current trends, all altered to bring the most out everyone's respective Quirks.

"Ooh! Harper you've gone for a set of armour! Nice!" chirped Elise, her draconic features accentuated by her tribal outfit. Her thick scaled tail twitched from side to side, drawing the attention of Leo's cat eyes who looked ready to pounce at any given moment.

"Haha, yeah, I wasn't entirely sure what to do for my outfit…" he laughed nervously, distinctly aware of the aura of power and intimidation his classmates exerted. Aah, how nice it would be to return to his little village in England…

"Oh, you're the transfer? Welcome, Mister Asparagus!"

Harper's stomach deserved to be in the Olympics for the drop it did in response to the deep booming voice. His eyes darted over to see the 'final boss' of his mission – the principal of Saint Rose, the number one hero, rivalled only by his wife, the main suspect of the investigation, among other titles: Odin Valkyrie, AKA God King. The man was worthy of his titles, holding an office in nearly all major cities of Europe and had been a critical player in many disasters and villain capture operations, having a powerful 'god-like' power that could mould anything he desired.

"H-hello!" Harper squeaked out and a couple of sniggers went up at the crack in his voice.

God King burst out into hysterical laughter, slapping his knee as he roared. "OH MY! Sorry! Sorry! It's just that-!" he glanced back at the poor teen and wheezed into laughter again. "You look so foreboding in that armour but you've got such a tiny voice!" When the mirth-ridden hero was finally able to sober himself up, he looked over the group and smiled. "Sorry for the delay, but we can rejoice that we now have even numbers! So, let us begin an exercise that I have been eagerly awaiting to try out" he pulled out three boxes and waved them for the group to see. "Team battles! Good old heroes versus villains! Pull a number out of the box and whoever you match with, you partner up with. I'll pull the numbers out of these boxes next for who will play hero and villain!"

The first box was shared around as numbers were plucked out and pairs were quickly sorted. Harper reluctantly pulled out a '3' and before he could even glance around, Angelina had appeared beside him, wafting her own digit. "Seems we're partners, Baby Asparagus."

"Baby Asparagus?!"

Her lips twisted up in a smirk and she chuckled. "Because you're new and can't get your armour on – like a baby." She turned her attention back to the class to wait for who they would be declared to fight against. Reiner caught the shaken teen's eyes and grimaced in sympathy, mouthing 'she means well' and flicking his eyes to the cloaked blonde.

God King then proceeded to pull out numbers and much to Harper's delight, '3' was pulled out of the Villains box, pitting them against group '2' which consisted of Elise and Leo. They were debriefed on how were set to protect a 'bomb' from the heroes, while also avoiding capture, within a time limit of fifteen minutes. "Excellent! Any questions?" the armoured teen opened his mouth to ask if they would step in if things got out of hand, but was cut off with a "Great! Rest of you, follow me to the monitoring room!"

The heroes were given a layout of the building while Harper meekly followed Angelina inside, hurriedly locating the 'bomb'. Aah, how ironic, he was supposed to be weeding out villains yet here he was playing the role of one! Fate sure was a cruel mistress… Angelina glanced at him and shifted from side to side, a scowl creeping on her features. "You're not used to combat, are you?"

"Ah- um, yeah."

She tched and a hand emerged from the fold of her cloak to fiddle with the clasp at her throat. "Well then I can't ask you to go and fight them… plus your Quirk is…" Her brown eyes suddenly slid closed and her breathing evened out sharply. Did she fall asleep? Is she some kind of narcoleptic? Poor Harper nearly yelped when her eyes snapped open and she glared at him. "Keh, I'll have to bootcamp you after this but for now – stay out of my way for now." She flipped her hand while widening her stance. Her aura was completely different now – saturated in a dark, ominous aura.

"What are you-!" his red eyes widened in shock as her bared feet began to become frosted over with a reddish crystal-like substance. Weren't her roller skates from earlier like that? Was this her Quirk? The rose coloured rock began to pool around her feet and the floor cracked, the translucent stone pushing its way down. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"What does it look like?" although it was blunt, her words held an almost teacher-like tone.

"Are you… ah! You're making barricades?"

"Eh, close enough, Asparagus." She grumbled and she knelt down, bringing herself closer to the crystal. "I can see with my crystal so I'm creating a surveillance – then I'll make decoys and barricades with the left over stuff."

"That's… wow!" the spy whispered. No wonder the others respected her despite her odd use of nicknames… and frequent mood swings. It was incredible! He watched the crystals thicken in the cracks and slow, looking like a thick, sticky syrup.

"Do you do undercover?"

Harper nearly jumped out of his skin when those words rang out. He had been found out this quickly?! "A-ah, why do you ask?"

The crystal stopped, apparently complete in providing adequate protection and Angelina gave him a deadpanned stare. "I mean: can you do stealthy stuff? The hell did you think I was saying, you egg?"

"…egg?"

"Yeah, you've devolved into an egg now because you're just that much of a rookie. So? Can you?"

Harper felt the world resume and gave a small, strained laugh. "Y-yeah, I can."

Angelina nodded and gestured to the stairs. "Use my audio to lead them astray but try not to be seen."

He was about to turn tail and follow her command, albeit a bit bewildered, when he saw Angelina visibly flinch and a loud bang echoed through the building. A shout rang out, alarmingly close: "WE'RE NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THE SAME TRICK ANY MORE, ANGELINA!"

"Shit." The girl shakily got to her feet and the crystal dissipated. "We're going have to do actual combat, and of course, it's with the asparagus-egg." She snarled out.

"Asparagus don't have e-EH?!" Harper's jaw dropped when the cloak was unclasped and cascaded off Angelina's shoulders to pool at the floor, revealing an alarmingly small costume. For a shocking moment, he thought she was in nothing but her underwear, only to realise that the two piece had been purposefully made that way. Crystal once again collected on her skin and speedily formed a set of armour, complete with gauntlets, boots, sword and shield.

Angelina twisted her head around to scowl at him, seeing his shocked and surprised expression. "W-what? This is only a mock-battle so I can only really use a close-combat weapon and outfit and nothing too damaging, ya shitty asparagus." She snarled, startling the poor teen once again. She ground her teeth and the crystal tinkled as she shifted. "I'm gonna have to really fucking hold back for this- arrrgh!" she groaned and swang her sword experimentally, generating a loud tinkling sound. Her head whipped around to glower menacingly at Harper once more, jerking her head at the fake bomb. "Guard it and try to keep the two away from it if they get too close – take it up a level if you have to." Gees, this girl got more and more aggressive as time wore on…

Harper was about to question her and demand to know what she was planning when Leo and Elise crashed through the door, their animal-like Quirks readied to attack. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. What the hell was he doing here?! He didn't want to be a hero; he didn't have the strength! Couldn't they have gotten someone better than Harper to take on this mission? He gulped and shuffled quickly back as Angelina readied her stance, glaring at the duo.

The lion-boy and dragon-girl came rushing at them in coordinated attack but Angelina was faster, striking out with a shield bash and a warning swing of her sword. They skittered away as growls rose up between them, setting Harper even more on edge. He gasped at the speed and ferocity of the attack, hardly believing that they were same friendly people as before – now finding it significantly easier to believe that they were involved with villains.

"DIE!" Angelina snarled and pushed all her weight into the shield to ram into Leo, knocking the wind out of him and Harper was sure he heard a snap. Angelina sent the boy flying across the room and settled her attention on Elise who looked a little less confident after the strong display of aggression. The blonde whipped her head around and bit out, "take the fucking bomb and go. We've got another ten minutes of this shit to deal with!"

"H-hey!"

"Just move your ass already!"

While she was distracted, Elise had moved in, her wings increasing her agility. In her claws she had the capture tape pulled taut in her fingers, ready to wrap it around Angelina to win. Angelina grunted and slammed the flat side of her blade into the other girl's side, not enough to send her flying, but enough to keep the white ribbon away.

Harper gulped, deciding he didn't want to be caught up in the battle zone, so he dashed to the faux bomb and picked it up, surprised at how light it was. Was it hollow? He could feel only a light pressure through his gloves; was it just plastic? He hoisted it into his arms and ran at full speed out the door, the sounds of crystal meeting horns in a hostile confrontation ringing in his ears. He leaned his head to the side, trying to see around the expansive objective-item, when he caught a flash of gold in the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Asparagus!" Angelina's harried voice crackled from the ear piece, "Goldy's run off. He's heading your way!"

Almost as soon as Harper registered the words, he heard a low, predatory growl rumble close behind him. His spine tingled with fright and his 'flight' instinct went into overdrive, sending the green haired teen sprinting through the halls, whipping around every corner with the threat of bashing into the sides. Damn, cumbersome, loud armour! He could hear the sound of paws pounding him and oh why didn't he work on his stamina before coming to a freaking combat school?

He let out a scream of fright when he turned the corner and the sound of smashing concrete and glass filled his ears. A yowl resounded in his ear and he twisted his head to see Leo being pushed to the floor by a barrage of concrete and crystal shards. Riding one of the slabs down, Angelina pounced on Harper, her crystal armour shattering and dispersing. Before the boy could shriek his surprise at a half-naked girl flying at him, he and the bomb were encased in a shell of pink crystals.

"Good job on sprinting, Asparagus – Goldy had to go on all fours to keep up." The blonde hero got to her feet, dusting herself off of grit and grime, creating a thin protective crystal layer over scratches and cuts. She glanced back at Harper, raising an eyebrow at how he had buried his face in the bomb. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Your costume is a bit-!" The shell rocked from side to side and the click of claws could be heard echoing inside the ball, cutting the armoured teen off midsentence. "What the-!"

Angelina rolled her shoulders and leaned against the circular wall. "That'd be Elise and Leo trying to break in."

"WHAT?!"

"Tch, don't worry." She tapped her knuckle against the rock, receiving a high clink in return. "My crystal is like diamond – it's hard as hell to break." She sighed as a boom resounded over their heads, sounding like fire roaring. "I've rooted us to the building so they won't be able to carry us away without taking most of this floor with them." She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at Harper. "Really, what are you doing to the bomb? Ya trying to make out with it or something?"

"Um-! W-what happened to your armour? Can't you make some more…?"

Both her eyebrows rose and if Harper had been looking, he might've seen a pink flush to match the rock spread over her cheeks. "C-can't. I can only have a certain amount of crystal in existence at any one point of time without serious repercussions. I had to disperse my armour in order to make this."

"Oh, ok. And um," he glared at her from the corner of the bomb. "WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THIS IN THE BEGINNING?"

"Hah?!" Angelina growled and her foot stamped against the crystal, emitting a loud ringing sound. "This is combat training! I can't use this during a competition!"

"Competition?"

"Our school is competitive!" Angelina snorted and scowled at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We fight in international tournaments all the time to prove and increase our reputation! Our class' debut is in just a few months against the top school in Japan!" she flicked her head and the image of a spoiled princess filled Harper's mind. "As the principal's daughter, it is my duty to earn first place." She snapped and her knuckle rapped against the crystal again. "This won't earn me any fucking points now, will it?"

"I-I suppose not."

Another crash resounded from outside our shelter, causing the green haired student to shudder. The blonde hero's eyes narrowed onto him and she 'tched' loudly, her eyebrows set in a permanent scowl. Was it the pressure to keep up the shell in the midst of a battle so straining that it made her easily irritable? "The hell did you do in order to earn yourself a place at my school?" she grumbled without any intention of hiding her disgust.

"Hey!" Harper didn't remove himself from his bomb-blinder but he matched her expression, bristling at her tone. "You don't act all that heroic yourself, what with your temper."

"Pfft! Shows what you know!"

"Hah?!"

A loud beep rang through the crystal and it dissipated, the mist wrapping around Angelina to recreate her armour. Elise and Leo had stepped to the side and were sulking, glaring sullenly at their class president. "TEST OVER. PLEASE LEAVE THE TRAINING GROUNDS." A robotised voice declared and the three classmates began to stride back down the steps. The Sound-Quirked teen followed, noting that Angelina's scowl had lifted but her steely glare had yet to alleviate. Huh…

They marched out of the building and towards a recently erected tent. The class was milling around and rose into chatter when they entered, giving their condolences to Elise and Leo while chuckling at Angelina's method. God King raised his hand and the teens' gossiping immediately died down. He raised his eyes and took each of the prospective-heroes in turn.

Finally, he spoke. "The match was cut short due to the stalemate caused by the villain's shell. Due to a technicality, the villain pair has won because they protected the bomb, but the purpose of this exercise was to enhance skills in combat, so I must deduct points in this matter." His eyes focused on the dragon and lion duo, his gaze softening slightly. "You two need to focus on combined attacks and keeping your enemies separated." His sight then shifted onto Harper and Angelina, hardening significantly. "Angelina, you've been told before to not use the shell during a practice match and to utilise your imagination to properly disarm and fight your enemy – the creativity of your Quirk is part of your image and your selling point; you can't become a one trick pony. You," he narrowed his sight on Harper, "you're going to seriously commit yourself if you want to succeed."

The next pairs were declared and made their way to their own practice grounds. Harper felt himself deflate. Who was he kidding? These kids had been training the moment they realised their destinies, and he had hoped to just pass through them without sticking out, in order to find highly classified information. If things kept up, he wouldn't find anything and would probably end up being kicked out. A hand touched his shoulder he turned to see Angelina staring at him intently.

"I'll train you. Meet me in the fourteenth courtyard straight after school."


"Wear these heels."

"What?"

"If you can fight in heels then you can fight anywhere at any time on any terrain."

"You're seriously asking me to try and punch you while wearing stilettoes?"

"They're Gucci."

"HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP?"

"Ugh." Angelina dipped her head back and a string of curses were muttered under her breath. "You're such a fucking pain." Her head snapped back down and she glared at Harper in complete and utter irritation. "I'm trying to help, ya fucking Brussel Sprout."

"You've changed to Brussel Sprout now?" the green haired hero squeaked as a sharply pointed shoe was lobbed at his head, heel narrowly missing his eye. He rubbed his scalp and stared in bemusement at the girl. "Why the sudden interest in 'training' me? Is it because," a playful smirk spread across his cheeks, "you've taken a liking to moi?"

A shoe slammed into his nose and Angelina snarled something that sounded like, "putain oeuf". She grumbled and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder again, drawing the shoes to her hand again by grasping them with her crystals. She took a deep breath and pushed the shoes towards the male student again. "Please… put the shoes on. I know what I'm doing."

Harper blinked his bright red eyes and slowly took the heels. Did she really say please? It sounded like it had seriously pained her! He kicked off his shoes and slipped them on, feeling his ankle strain with the change. "A-ah!" he wobbled in what were no doubt six-inchers, "do women really wear these stilts?"

"Yep." Angelina slid to her feet and her pink crystal shoes dispersed, leaving the sole of her feet to the mercy of the grass. "If you can fight and run in these then pretty much nothing can knock you down." With that, she dropped down and her foot shot out to sweep his legs from beneath him.

"Ow!" the heeled boy winced as he landed and he rubbed his tailbone. He glared at the girl as she rose gracefully to her feet, a devious smirk on her lips. "What the hell was that for?"

"Get ready, Harper Dean." She extended her hand and lifted him to his feet, helping him steady in the shoes. He was significantly taller than her now and the angel-demon hero grinned toothily up at him. "If your resolve to be here, for whatever reason, is strong enough, then be prepared to survive my bootcamp training."


"My everything hurts…"

Reiner pat his back in sympathy and the scrawnier teen had to hold in a groan as his already strained muscles were tested again by the powerful whacks. "Angelina's tough – it's why she's the class president and the teachers don't interfere too much."

Harper's pointed ears pricked and twitched, and he turned his neck as best he could. "Hng?"

"Yeah, our class gets away with a lot of stuff because of her." He gestured to the wide array of uniform variations and students lounging around during home room. "Have you seen the other classes? It's pretty militant and strict – you can't as so much have a loose thread out of place." He plucked at his shirt where the two top buttons were daringly unbuttoned. "She keeps an eye on everyone and, although she might snap at you, she will give you more support than most teachers ever will. She hosts the study groups and reviews everyone performances, along with maintaining her position as top of the class and keeping up her duties as a student, a class president, a hero in training and the daughter of the principal."

"Is that why she's so cranky all the time?"

Reiner howled in laughter and whacked Harper's back again. "Haha, probably. Wolfgang," he gestured to the boy sitting with the blonde in question along with what appeared to be their inner group, "mentioned that she used to be more relaxed but she's gotten really uptight as soon as she entered high school."

"Really?"

Elise twisted over from her spot and sighed, her fangs causing a slight whistle. "Wolfgang, Lucya and Claus are the kiddies of the board members so Angelina's known them since she was little. Anyway," she licked her pointed teeth idly, hands fiddling with her horns, "Angelina gets angry easily but her heart's in the right place and you can always count on her in a pinch. She wanted to teach her own lessons and since she the principal's kid and she's grown up on campus, the teachers let her."

"Why does she want to-"

Harper was cut off by the sound of a vase shattering. Nineteen heads swivelled around to see the shards of crystal pottery vanish into thin air and Angelina sitting cross legged on the desk. "M'kay, since we've got just over a month till the comp in Japan, it's about time we start coming up with codenames. This shit is important since it becomes our brand as adult heroes – you need something simple but memorable. You can change it later but it's better to stick to one." She flicked up a sheet of cardboard, in loopy black marker was the word: SERAPHINA. "I'm going to use Seraphina 'cuz Seraphs are the most powerful battle angel and my dad was going to make it my given name – that was until my mum stepped in. You've got till the end of homeroom to decide on yours."

The class began to excitedly chat with each other as they brainstormed ideas. Some were shot down instantly for 'that's already a hero' or 'it's too long and complicated' or 'it's dumb' while others were placeholders for the meanwhile. A few had already picked their names, such as Elise's "Draconicia" and Wolfgang's "Fenrir" while others managed to come up with theirs, like Leo's "Zodiac".

Harper stared glumly at the sheet of paper, scratching out half-written words and glanced around. What should he name himself? He didn't plan to really become a hero – he just intended to be here long enough to prove the school guilty or innocent. Did he need to give himself a name?

He jolted when a hand tapped his page down and was once again under the scrutiny of Angelina. "You gonna use a placeholder for now?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose."

"Hmf, s'll good." For someone who was supposed to be the daughter of one of the richest hero families in the world, she spoke like she came from the wrong side of town. Her brown eyes, alarmingly reminiscent of a predatory bird's, narrowed onto Harper again. "You're still needing to get your costume updated and do more training."

"M-more?!" Harper attempted to flinch but his tried muscles scolded him for the action. "My muscles are killing me though…"

The blonde merely blinked and tossed hair over her shoulder. "It'd be weird if it didn't. Anyway," she leant her weight onto the desk, jumping up as her roller skates materialized on her feet to let her land on the wheels. "Meet me in the usual place straight after class again – I'll take you to the support department and fix up that clunky suit."

Harper groaned and flopped his head onto the desk as she rolled away, feeling longing for his bed back in England where he didn't have to deal with an irritable workaholic. He whimpered as he tried to reach for his pencil case, every fibre screeching at him in agony. Oh lord, he really should've refused taking on this job.

It was only when the maths teacher was half-way through explaining trigonometry that Harper realised that, if someone didn't want him finding out something, then the best course of action would tire him out on harsh distractions.


Harper had to chew on his teeth to stop the groan of pain as his limbs were pulled every which way, swarmed by multiple excited support students yapping at each other in a variety of languages. Angelina was reclining against a workbench on the side, an amused twitch to her lips as the green haired teen sent pleading glances her way.

"So, so! What do you need?" a second-year chirped, shoving a clipboard in his face and grinning maddeningly.

"Um, I need an upgrade to my armour…?"

"More mobility? Different colours? Different material? You've got to be more specific!" A first year tapped his thin arms with a pencil while her cohort wrapped a tape measure around his biceps.

"Um-!"

"What's your ID number? We can't upgrade from nothing!"

Angelina mercifully strode over and with a gleam in her eyes, soothed the horde. "He's filed under Dean – No.1A20." the group seemed to ooh in surprise at the number, a few mutters of 'he's the transfer' rippling through whilst a third year produced a folder, displaying Harper's current hero costume.

"He's got a sound Quirk?"

"Yep. I'm training up this skinny clump of asparagus for combat but his current suit is just," she wafted her hand towards the original design, "blegh. It sucks. We need something quiet but also being able to maximize his hearing and sound projection – along with giving him enough support in a fight. Make it a little flashy; Asparagus doesn't need much more in that section."

"Yes m'am!"

Harper watched in bewilderment as the other students began to flit around him, winding tapes around any portion they could reach and muttering measurements and other textile associated lingo that he hardly understood. First years gave way for their seniors and Harper was certain that the amount of people in the room was rapidly multiplying.

Then, akin to petals flying away in a sharp wind, they dispersed with their records and designs into the adjoining workroom, leaving Harper with Angelina. The blonde rolled her shoulders and glanced back at the stunned green haired teen. "You like 'em?"

"Um…"

"Geh," she yanked off her jumper and tied it around her waist, "they're pretty chill compared to a lot of the other departments. Hero course, 'cept for our class, are pretty cold and stressed – they're schooled to hell and back. The Support are given a lot of freedom but, especially the seniors, they're put under a lot of pressure to succeed so they're often just as stressed as the ones in the hero course – it's the beginning of the year though, so they're relaxed. Management, I haven't interacted with them much, but they're trained just as hard as the rest of us." She massaged her forehead, as though trying to push away the scowl lines.

"What about the General Education classes?"

"Ah," a small, almost envious smile graced her features, "they get to live the life of normal private school kids – they're just being bled for their parents' cash to fund the rest of the school…" she sighed and flicked her hand, crystals frosting over her skin. Her eyes didn't leave her palm but another scowl began to break over her face. "Speaking of which; where did you come from?"

"Huh?"

"Where did the Asparagus come from? You're not from any school for heroics, that's for sure. I still don't know what you did to carve yourself a place here." It might have been Harper's eyes playing tricks on him, but he thought he saw the crystal turn jagged and darker, beginning to create ridges along the wrists. "Who exactly is 'Harper Dean'?"

They were interrupted by a support student trotting into the room. Without regard for the quickly decaying tension in the room, the tired student thrust a sheet of paper at Harper's chest and left just as quickly as they came. Red eyes quickly diverted from brown, hoping that Angelina hadn't picked up his apprehension at the question. He could feel a cold sweat begin to build and he had to stop himself from squeaking when the girl stepped purposefully close. He nearly sighed in relief when she merely leaned over his arm to look at the paper, vaguely noting that it was a new design.

What had he expected, in full honesty? Of course someone would get suspicious at the sudden transferral of a student! Of course just 'slipping in quietly' wasn't going to work at an international hero school like this! How did they expect him to gather highly classified information that could bring down the most powerful forces in Europe?

"Hey! Putain oeuf! Ya still there?"

"E-eh?" He blinked and realised the heiress had leaned in close to his face with a small pout, all traces of hostility washed away. She tapped his page and he glanced down to see a highly detailed mechanical armour blueprint neatly depicted on it.

"You like it?"

"Di-did they just draw this up?"

"Of course! They're our Support Department! It's probably going to get approved by a teacher sometime today but you can expect it to be ready by the next practical lesson." Angelina leaned back and sauntered over the door. "Coming? We've got more training to do today."

Harper quickly stuffed the sheet of paper into his hoodie and followed after her, silently thanking whatever deity was out there for not revealing him. He chased after the roller blading girl, red eyes distantly watching the bright gold hair as it swished with each sliding step. He had barely time to think of a plan to uncover any form of information, but he was certain that aside from outright sneaking into the restricted staff areas, Angelina would be his best bet. She obviously held significant sway over the student body and the staff, practically ran an entire class, was the daughter of the prime suspect and gaining her trust would likely open a whole world of benefits.

The green haired teen's stomach flopped as his mind raced around the idea. If things proved to be true, if he had found it out by using Angelina, what would happen? Would she find out? She would no doubt hate him. Was she involved? Would she attack him? If they really were committing crimes of a global-scale, then it would mean that he'd have to go into witness protection probably for the rest of his life – provided that they didn't get to him before he leaked the information.

"Hey, Asparagus." Harper snapped his head up, realising that they arrived in the secluded courtyard. Away from people. Alone. With a lead suspect. Oh. He gulped and hummed in acknowledgement. Angelina turned and stared at him straight in the eye, steady brown eyes boring into him. Oh god, oh god, was she going to confront him? Did she know? Was she actually waiting for them to be isolated before she attacked?

"Are you a mafia kid or something?"

"H-huh?"

Angelina lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You came into our school real incognito – you would've needed to be involved in some big, flashy event to bypass the entrance exam and enter midterm – but you would've been in the news for that and I haven't heard a whisper. Dad said you were slotted in by the government." She tensed the word as though it was a deadly mushroom she had just plucked. "So, logically, you're a big shot."

"So that means I'm in the mafia?" He had been right – Angelina was privy to a lot of probably classified information via her father.

"Well." She twirled a strand of hair in her hand. "It's the most probable conclusion. We've had kids brought in from the past that needed the protection of Saint Rose due to their country's mafia hounding 'em. Quite a lot were the kids of the boss' that had leaked info in hopes of being heroes – so they were sent here to get proper heroics training in compensation." She rolled her shoulders and toed the ground with her crystal sandals, glancing Harper's way. "You've got that same nervous look that they all do."

"…You've been observing me?"

The blonde was over in a flash to give him a light punch on his shoulder. "Don't say it like that! You're making me out to sound creepy!"

Harper winced and rubbed the spot, amazed at how often the students have given him a 'love tap' within his short time in attendance – and those little whacks were leaving bruises and sore muscles. He fixed his red eyes onto the girl and a small grin lit up his face. "Oh? Isn't that a bit of a 'I hate-to-love-you' kind of response? Shouldn't you put your hair up in pigtails for this act to work?"

"Never mind; you've got the look of a perv."

"H-hey!"