The cherry blossoms were in full bloom as they always were during spring. Mashirao stood in front of the heavily fortified gates of U.A. holding onto the handle of this suitcase and school bag with one hand. While it wasn't the opening ceremony, students were required to brings their luggage into the student dorms before school starts.

This was a recently implemented policy that happened two years ago. A recently implemented rule because of a certain event that happened around that time.

Crimson June.

Mashirao Ojiro would always look back at that day feeling a slight bit nauseous.

It wasn't just him, but rather everyone felt the same concerning that month in the year 2XXX. To the city of Musutafu, talking about it was almost a taboo. It was an incident that would be spoken over in hushed tones and frequent tilts of the head to make sure that no one was listening in to the conversation. Although it may seem a bit excessive, it essentially expressed about how people felt about it.

A period where even the heroes themselves were stuck racking their heads over the murders as the body counts reached over fifteen.

It was during the events where Mashirao Ojiro met Izuku Midoriya.

(This was also the time where he started to hate the color green.)

A quirkless boy who stood apart from humanity at times. Mashirao did realize that his opinion of Midoriya could be considered to be rude, but it was his honest opinion and he felt that it was accurate.

A wild mess of green hair, patterns of freckles that decorates his skin like remnants of rain drops, and a slender body that showed no hints of fat or muscles. These did certainly describe him and while it did seem odd he didn't stand out much at all.

(Well in Izuku's defense, when compared to people with a crow's head or pink skin, it wasn't that odd to have green hair.)

What stood out the most was his green eyes. Eyes that seemed a bit too green at times where Mashirao doubted that they were even real eyes. A shade where it almost seemed artificial perhaps.

Izuku Midoriya was indeed human though. He had 46 chromosomes, his diet was similar to that of other humans, he liked burgers and fries as much as the other people did, and he was bad at cooking as most people who didn't cook was.

But despite all the nervous smiles he gave or the shy responses he gave with glimmering eyes, there was something unnatural with him. Like at times where he was at a different channel that showed the gulf between him and others Like communicating to someone with a radio at a different frequency, but it somehow managed to connect, but not exactly.

Their first meeting was nothing special, but it was their second meeting where they had truly met.

When a serial killer roamed the streets.

Where the corpses were found dismembered like shattered porcelain dolls and where green eyes glimmered under the dim streetlight.

How he stood there without any hint of disgust made Mashirao wonder at that moment.

Who is he?

What is he?

The boy with the tail quirk stood there reminiscing as the gate slowly opened. The nightmare that was June 2XXX, the time where he met the boy searching for something interesting to do.

I hope you liked it so far. I suddenly had this decision to write this story while watching gameplay of the the NDRV3 so expect a few absurd elements later in the story. Don't really expect a mystery since this is a shounen series.