Please note that this is my second ever posted CHAPTER on this site so please don't hate me too much. I would love any and all criticism and comments, and I am fairly new to writing. This is story begins with an Oc Insert so if that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry. I wanted to write this story because of this Idea (and Ships) stuck in my head. I do not have a planned updating schedule yet and well if this gets enough of people wanting more that will change. HOWEVER, this is not stopping at one chapter as i plan for this to go on for as long as I possibly can.

Also I do not do suffixes in stories, ironic given my username, and I will be calling people by their first names unless they are addressing someone formally, For instance: "Mr. Todoroki", or in All Might's case of: "Young Midoriya!"

You all should note is that I have not read the manga and am not up-to-date on anything past season three of the Anime. This, therefore, will be heavily A.U. and will take drastic turns from the anime's canon.

Without further ado... Enjoy the read!

10:30 AM

Los Angeles, California

"I don't want to go to any of the schools here, U.A is my chosen school." A grey haired boy spoke with conviction.

"But Angel, U.A is across the world and I am gonna worry about you. Please think this-"

"I have thought this through, mother. I'd rather abandon my dreams than go to these American schools. These schools don't understand the truest meaning of being a Hero." The boy named Angel interrupted his mother who shared most of his facial features.

Angel was of average height and had a build that showed his hard-work, with well defined muscles. He wore no shirt and had a pair of khaki cargo pants. All of that paled in comparison to his bright white wings and golden halo. His quirk was Angel, of which he got his name from, and it clearly manifested in wings which gave him an ability to fly and hover above the ground and a halo, of which he never understood the significance of.

"But your Father graduated from one of these American Schools and he's done just fine." His mother added still trying to convince the grey haired boy.

"It's painful enough that he ordered that he recommend me into U.A. but i will not follow his footsteps exactly. I will to pave my own path. His quirk and mine are vastly different." A sigh of defeat from the older woman audible after the boy spoke again before he slung his travel bag haphazardly over his shoulder and walked to an airport, with his passport and U.A recommendation request in his bag. His wings folded neatly and comfortably behind his back like a white feathered shell.

2:30 AM

Musutafu, Japan

"Due of unforeseen circumstances we will be adding a fifth spot to the recommendation acceptances. As a consequence the exam for you all will be much harder than it would have been." Present Mic yelled with a little too much enthusiasm and Shoto sighed at the man's demeanor before his eyes trailed along his competition.

"What exactly does that mean sir?" Inasa rose his hand high as he spoke.

"You all will be fighting in a tournament against each other and the top five participants will be accepted. The match-ups have already been decided" The golden blonde haired enthusiast spoke with a massive grin.

Shoto made his way to the list of match-ups and read all the battles in order.

'Angel, must be the kid with the wings and the halo, is fighting Inasa, the kid who was in my way at the end of the obstacle course, first. Can they get this over with please?'

3:00 AM

U.A Arena

Angel took his stand on one side of the arena Cementoss had put together rather quickly. The grey haired boy expanded his wings to their full length and watched as Inasa took his stand across from Angel. From what Angel saw and felt was that Inasa's quirk had something to do with wind currents. He smirked at that thought and reached to his belt and unclipped two retractable batons. The teachers had already told them the rules were to immobilize, knock out or ring out their opponent using their quirks and any support weapons they were registered as having.

"Begin!" Present Mic's voice boomed signalling the start of the match.

Inasa made the first move by sending a wave of wind towards Angel's expanded wings. The grey haired boy flicked his wrists, extending the batons to their proper length. The american closed his wings behind his back figuring his quirk would put him at a disadvantage against Inasa's quirk. Angel crossed his arms and adjusted his body for the powerful gusts of wind produced by the wind quirk user, his body being pushed towards the edge of the ring.

Angel dug his feet into the ground in order to create enough friction to stop his backward momentum.

"Man your quirk is strong isn't it?" The winged boy spoke in an attempt to distract Inasa.

"Thank you for the admiration! Your quirk seems just as-"

With the seconds of Inasa talking, the gusts of winds died down just enough for Angel to enter a full sprint and plant a powerful punch to the wind quirk user's stomach, making the boy retch on the ground. Not one to let off on an assault the boy quickly swung a baton toward the back of Inasa's skull and sent the boy face first into the ground.

'That hurt like hell!' The brown haired boy thought as he felt blood drip from his broken nose and onto the previously pristine white tile of the arena.

Inasa quickly enveloped himself in powerful gale force winds creating a miniature tornado and force Angel into the air. With the opportunity Inasa jumped towards the winged boy and struck the boy directly in the sternum.

It hurt like crazy for Angel but the boy was quick to recover, expanding his wings and flapping them in an awkward attempt to cancel the force of the gale force winds emanating from Inasa. Angel was able to stabilize his body against the wind, much to Inasa's dismay, and fairly easily dodge most of the punches thrown at him. Angle had put his hands up in a similar way seen only in Boxing and MMA matches, still holding onto the batons with a strong grip.

'If he keeps this up I may actually be in trouble. He's making me focus too much on countering his winds.' The angel quirk user internally winced as the powerful winds were barely being nullified by the counter winds coming from his wings.

Deciding to attempt an offensive the winged teen pressed a red button on the handle of his batons and bolts of electricity climbed up the entire baton except the handles and he quickly ducked under another punch from the brown haired teen and swung one of his batons directly into his opponents ribs, both breaking one of them and sending a high voltage of approximately a million volts for about a second before the baton was removed of it's electric charge and the wind quirk user was knocked unconscious.

Angel quickly caught the teen before he fell to the ground and was seriously injured and essentially glided himself down to the arena floor before dropping the unconscious teen on the ground in victory.

"Angel wins the first round with a trick up his metaphorical sleeve!" The Voice quirk user boomed and echoed across the entire arena.