The Niigata Prefecture, located on the island of Honshu, somewhere along the coast of the Sea of Japan, was a beautiful place to say the least. As the capital of Niigata, the Prefecture was a sight to behold, and it certainly lived up to its role as the Capital of a city. Once upon a time during the Sengoku Period, it was divided into two parts, the Echigo and Sado Provinces.

Several hundred years later, however, the now united region of Niigata is more commonly known as the third largest Japanese City facing the Sea of Japan.

For a large chunk of its time as the capital of Niigata, the Niigata Prefecture was usually a quiet place, with nothing out of the ordinary taking place for a handful of generations ever since the closing of the Sengoku Period. At least, that was how it used to be before the aptly named Quirk Phenomenon, an incident which took place sometime during the early 20th century, occurred, a phenomenon that began when an infant from China who was at the youthful age of four began glowing. For many days following this confusing incident, the people of the country had considered him a one time incident, a genetic mutation of sorts that could be explained by science if given enough time.

However, while they were correct to assume that the supposed one time phenomenon could be explained away by science, they were incorrect in assuming that it was a one time thing, as mere days later there was an incident in Canada involving a child levitating their parents up into the air with what seemed to be telekinesis. Soon after, reports stated that a child in Japan had twin cannons sticking from his shoulders and, in Russia, a female with the ability to produce electricity from her fists had been sighted. For a few months being known to the public, these handful of people were considered outcasts, aliens among those who were considered to be 'normal'.

But after the phenomenon got more common, with more people gaining these… 'Quirks', as they were called, they were eventually considered the norm. Hell, now about 80% of the human population has Quirks, meaning 80% of the world has the ability to levitate, create flames, spit glue out and so on, usually once they reach the age of four.

At the dawn of this extraordinary era, however, came a noticeable and rather dangerous problem. Quirks, while often considered to be a wonderful gift to humanity, were also dangerous, and when a person decided to use one in service of evil, they could do some serious damage, and traditional military methods would most likely be less effective at subduing criminals, now that they possessed such abilities.

In order to counteract this, right as Quirks were accepted to be the norm, the Police Force of every country came up with a way to fight back against these 'Villains', as the public had called the Quirked evil-doers, by making one major decision, to train particularly gifted individuals, typically with impressive Quirks, to protect the general populace. This new wave of law enforcers, or more widely known by the honorary term of 'Heroes', were greatly criticised at first, as the thought of allowing a person with a dangerous Quirk protect them didn't sit quite well with a few individuals. However, over time, it came to garner public support due to the fact that a large majority of people who worked professionally as Heroes acted morally right, practically chivalrous to some, and upheld the law with every fiber of their strength.

And when Quirks were accepted and after Heroes became a part of everyday life, to say that the Niigata Prefecture certainly got more interesting would be an understatement. Thanks to the fact that the Niigata Prefecture was as big as it was, criminals would often be found lurking around the area. Criminals with dangerous Quirks, no less. And they were the types to kill to get what they wanted. Simply put, the crime rate was rather high in the Niigata Prefecture, and they needed a way to quell it.

To do that, the Police Force sent a handful of Pro-Heroes to watch over Niigata, all of whom were led by a White Knight, for the lack of a simpler term. Clad in White Armour from almost head to toe with blue and gold accents, with massive, white, almost angelic wings, the one man who was often considered the leader and face of the Heroes in Niigata, was known as Agnika Kaieru, or, more commonly to the public, Bael. The 'Knight' was among the top Heroes of his time, which made him a one man army to most, or more accurately, the 'All Might' of the Sea of Japan.

Thanks to Bael and his small team of fellow Heroes, crime rate in the Niigata Prefecture decreased drastically in the span of several short weeks. And thanks to this, many people of Niigata Prefecture heavily looked up to the man, even giving him the title of 'King' as tribute to his namesake, the King of Ares Gaetio. As for the children, they wished to become that man when they grew up and learnt how to properly use their Quirk.

And among said children was a certain young boy who truly idolised the All Might of the Niigata Prefecture. A single, young boy who had a weak Quirk, but still made it his life goal to become a Hero despite every one of his shortcomings…

Said boy was roughly at the age of twelve as of now, with black hair that was swept back and spiked upwards, only held up that way via a wide, patterned headband that was low enough to cover part of his brow. Twin, youthful grey eyes occupied his eye sockets, and more often than not, the young man would be seen wearing his signature frown, an expression that wasn't entirely uncalled for…

The boy had the rather appropriate name of Yosetsu Awase, the son of Takumi Awase and Yuuko Kamishiro, and an overall nervous wreck of a teenager. His overall nervous as all Hell self wasn't exactly uncalled for, however, as the boy has generally been picked on for a large part of his life… though for the most part, most of the insults he has received were related strongly to his Quirk.

On the day Yosetsu had found out about his Quirk… the boy was… underwhelmed, to say the least. Knowing what would most likely happen if he were to reveal the true nature of his Quirk, he had kept it a secret for as long as he possibly could. Rather unfortunately for him, however, a certain someone who has been with the boy for a majority of his time eventually figured out what his Quirk truly was. And ever since that day, every one of his classmates had treated him… differently.

It all began with simple name calling, something which did do a number on Yosetsu's psyche, though never enough to really cause any permanent damage… at least until it got much worse anyways. By the second year of everyone knowing of his Quirk, the younger Yosetsu was undoubtedly the prime culprit for bullies who were itching to assert their dominance.

Everything went out of hand by the time secondary school came along, however, with the young boy being outright attacked on a handful of occasions thanks to his below average Quirk. These attacks were originally rather tame, though as time went on, they grew much more… intense, so to speak, leaving Awase with several injuries to contend with. And to add insult to injury, a majority of the wounds inflicted on the boy tended to be in places that were covered up, namely his stomach, places that would not usually be seen by his parents.

However, bullying was not the only thing his admittedly weak Quirk brought onto him, as it also gave him a severe lack of friends as, to most of his classmates, his Quirk was so weak that he may as well have been Quirkless. It did leave him with a sense of loneliness, though he supposed that it could be worse. Even without friends to speak with to pass the time, the boy did manage to keep himself entertained by messing around on his mobile phone, primarily futzing around with mobile games he particularly enjoyed, but he ended up refraining from doing so after his first phone was smashed within the first month of school.

Years of mental and physical torment from local bullies had taken many apparent tolls on Yosetsu, such as him developing a lot of self doubt within him. Even worse, he ended up developing a paranoid personality which made him extremely wary and fearful of anyone he came across, thinking that they were out to get him. A combination of a large amount of self doubt and mild paranoia seemed to have turned Awase into something of a loner, seeing as how he had a knack for sitting by the sides, always silent so as to avoid any unnecessary confrontations.

Despite knowing that it would be useless… the boy still held out hope for something… anything good to happen to him. Every time he was shoved up against a locker door or berated for having a weak Quirk for the amusement of anyone who wanted to get a kick out of him, the young boy would hope for someone to help him. A Hero, for the lack of a better term. Bael, perhaps, to help drive these bastards away. For years, no one came to help. And then came that day, a day where the boy was in the middle of his first year of secondary school in Bandai High School*, when he was ganged upon by a trio of his school's most infamous bullies…

Eyes wide with fear as he felt his collar get tugged up, Yosetsu did his best to hold back a handful of tears and coughs as he recovered from a rather solid sock to the gut. Despite trying his best to hold them in, Awase felt his eyes beginning to turn watery as he tried to shake off the pain, and he felt personally insulted when the Niigata Prefecture's local bully simply stared at him mockingly as he held him by the collar of his uniform.

With redish hair and a typical, confident grin on his face, the boy who was currently holding Yosetsu up against his school locker was named Kio Asuna, a rather well known bully in the Halls of Bandai High School and the personal tormentor of Yosetsu Awase.

Kio Asuna… it was a name that Yosetsu knew for a very long time. The two of them have been… together ever since he had enrolled into Primary School, sticking with him all the way up to the day he graduated and moved on to Secondary. And to say that Kio was a pain in the neck for at least the past six or so years would be an understatement.

For some who were born with powerful Quirks, they would tend to use their powers in service of good, to protect the populace with their fantastic abilities or to simply help wherever they could. Unfortunately for Awase… Kio was not one of these people. With such a powerful Quirk, one that was considered the strongest in all of Bandai High, at least by the standards of a teenager, and with the boy receiving a large amount of praise for it, Kio seemed to have picked up an arrogant streak somewhere along the way, and that led him to being a typical bully sort of child… one that really enjoyed pushing weaker Quirk users around with his.

While there were certainly many targets for Kio in the Bandai High School, Yosetsu was most definitely his prime target. His Quirk was noticeably weaker than a majority of the others that were present in their school. And this small, unfortunate fact was what led them to targeting the child on an almost regular basis, and this time was no different, even if it was a little more… painful.

This being their first semester in Bandai High, or more specifically the end of it, their class teacher had assigned them a simple piece of homework to work on, namely something in regards to their future careers. The answer many, Yosetsu included, had filled in was the 'Hero' option… something which didn't exactly sit well with a majority of his class. Despite only being here for at most three months, Yosetsu was already feeling rather alienated from everyone present. It was most likely tied in with his Quirk, something he didn't need to ask to be sure of.

At first, Awase had anticipated for this little exercise to be nothing more than a small matter, with him simply filling in some minor questions in regards to what he hoped for his future career and for the teacher to keep it with him, never to look at it a second time. What he had not anticipated for, however, was for said teacher to actually call everyone up, one by one, to present what they had hoped to become in the future.

By then, Yosetsu had wished that he had the invisibility Quirk of one of his fellow classmates… and even as every one of them walked up on stage to present, the boy couldn't help but realize that every last one of them had outclassed him severely in the Hero department. Kio in particular all seemed more capable than he was… and even others such as a classmate who had an invisibility Quirk or another with a shrinking ability… they all seemed to much capable than he was.

The fact that everyone seemed to react negatively to Yosetsu's admittance of wishing to become a Hero seemed to tell Awase that… well… he was right to think that way. The boy's Quirk was weak… it was unfit for Hero duty… perhaps he should call it quits… though in the middle of all his sulking, the boy did manage to notice a rather… impassive kid over at the far corner.

Unlike a majority of his class who were snickering to each other, that boy… he seemed uninterested in everything that was going on at the moment, seeming content with just staring blankly at the whiteboard. Him not giving a negative reaction to Yosetsu's dream was rather nice… though before he could really think anymore about it, he was asked to head back to his seat by his teacher. He complied, though he couldn't help but notice that Kio seemed to be eyeing him with what appeared to be an annoyed expression…

At first, Awase thought nothing of it… only to regret doing so when the boy somehow found himself shoved up against his school locker for the umptheenth time in recent memory. There were spectators, sure, though no one dared interrupt Kio when he was in the middle of pummeling someone. The boy wasn't exactly known as the most infamous child in Bandai High School for nothing, after all.

"K-Kio?!" was the first and only thing Yosetsu managed to blurt out before a solid strike to the stomach shut him up. The punch was enough to cause him to cough, and it was definitely a lot more than enough to get him to shut up, leading into the events which were transpiring right now.

"Yosetsu, old buddy, old pal…" began Kio, eyes narrowed as he spoke to Awase in a rather mocking tone. "I vaguely remember you writing about wanting to become a Hero or something, yes? Mind telling me the reasons? I'd love to know, considering how you didn't tell anyone that when you were up at the front of class!"

Yosetsu knew better than to reply, so he kept his mouth shut, something which didn't sit well with Kio as he gripped Awase's collar with both hands and shoved him harder against the locker. A small crowd had gathered around them right about now, all intent on watching, though no one dared step forward to help Awase lest they were willing to feel the power of his Quirk. And at the moment, Awase wished that they were at least a little braver.

"No comment, eh?" muttered Kio, rolling his eyes. "Typical, so let's get to the real point of why I'm holding you up… listen, Yosetsu, you can't be a Hero."

Those words, while he has heard them multiple times in the past… those words stung him hard. His dream has been put down multiple times before, yes, but he never got used to hearing it be driven into the grave. Every time he hears someone say that, something within him shatters… though, rather shockingly to Kio and a handful of faces in the crowd, the boy found enough courage within himself to talk back to the stronger boy.

"T-That… isn't true…!" retorted Yosetsu, moving a hand up to weakly grasp Kio's wrist as he spoke. "My Quirk isn't suited for Combat… sure… b-but… it can s-still be a useful Rescue Quirk…"

"So what? Rescue Heroes aren't needed as much as Pro Heroes, kid," said Kio as he tapped Yosetsu's forehead in a mocking manner, a gesture that hurt the boy a tad. "Just look at it this way, I'm helping you avoid being killed by a Villain here! If anything, you should-"

"I-I should be ignoring y-you and do w-whatever I want…!" said Yosetsu, effectively cutting Kio off and earning himself many wide eye glances as he did. As for Kio, however, the boy simply stared at him in shock, only to clench a fist and slam it straight into Yosetsu's stomach. Awase widened his eyes right as the fist made contact with his abdomen, and not long after, the stronger teen released his collar, prompting him to fall to the ground in pain.

"See, if you can't even take a punch from me, what hope do you have to take one from a villain?" questioned Kio, kneeling down to tap Awase on the forehead. "Go home and clear your mind, kid. Maybe you'll learn something."

"I… already h…" began Yosetsu, pausing to cough as he turned up to glare at Kio. "H-Have… though I already knew this little fact ever since I was a kid…"

"Yeah, and what would this little fact be, Yosetsu?" asked Kio, and before long, the weaker boy was kneeling on one knee while Kio himself stood up and stared down at him like an insect, an insect who had an arm wrapped around his sore stomach as he glared up at the bully, who was admittedly shocked when he saw that rather fierce glint in his eye.

"That y-you're a bastard…" finished Awase, finding every ounce of courage he had within himself to blurt out those four words. Kio himself stood for a moment, stunned, as was the small crowd around them. The boy, despite being rather known for giving out insults, was not used to being insulted himself, and it showed as he began clenching his fist. The crowd seemed to know what was about to transpire as they all took several steps back… all except for a single, black haired boy who did the exact opposite and stepped towards Kio…

"What did you just say…?" demanded Kio, lifting Awase up by the collar. The boy was quickly regretting his words as the bully pulled his arm back, readying a punch…

'Three steps to close the distance…'

"I-I…" began Yosetsu, his nervousness coming back in full as he held his hands up, though they were quickly thrown to his side when a mild jolt of electricity was sent through his system, courtesy of Kio. "I didn't!"

"SHUT UP!" exclaimed Kio as clenched his fingers.

'Two steps…'

"W-WAIT!" proclaimed a horrified Yosetsu, though Kio wasn't listening. He pulled his hand back and supercharged his knuckles with his Quirk. At this range and with this much power, it could even put Awase into a coma…

"JUST SHUT UP, YOU USELESS PILE OF SHIT!" exclaimed Kio as he flung his arm forward…

'One… got you…'

And right before his fist could make contact with Yosetsu's face, it was stopped… stopped by a rather large hand that had wrapped itself around his wrist. Everyone present, including Yosetsu and Kio himself, was shocked at that, though they were even more so when they saw Yosetsu's savior.

He stood at barely over a metre tall, just barely reaching Kio's chin, with black hair that was rather messy, something which could apply to his Bandai High uniform. A small ahoge was visible on the top of his head, and twin, blue eyes occupied his eye sockets. His name wasn't known, though two things were for sure… and that was that the boy had just stopped a punch from Kio, the single, self proclaimed strongest boy in Bandai High, and that the newcomer boy looked annoyed

"What is this hand doing?" demanded the newcomer simply as he lowered his brows, frowning as he rather nonchalantly pulled Kio's arm back, and the taller boy was visibly struggling against the shorter's grip.

"What the…" muttered Kio when his fist was stopped from impacting Awase's face, only to cry out in pain as the newcomer tightened his grip on his wrist. Eyes widening as his mouth shot open to allow him to yell out, letting go of Yosetsu's collar in the process. The boy dropped down as the newcomer kept Kio's wrist firmly locked in his grip, prompting him to kneel down in pain as circulation was cut off from his limb.

"What is this hand doing," repeated the newcomer, ignoring the astonished looks he got from Yosetsu and everyone else, with his attention being fully on Kio as he grimaced immensely.

"N-Nothing! IT'S NOT DOING ANYTHING!" exclaimed Kio in pain after a few seconds of agony located on his wrist. Seemingly satisfied with his answer, the black haired boy finally released his limb, allowing him to retract it and nurse the sore limb uneasily. Grimacing immensely as the newcomer glared down at him, Kio said nothing as he turned away, though as soon as his back was turned, the somewhat wounded boy immediately clenched a fist, allowing several sparks of electricity to form as he activated his Quirk.

As soon as the newcomer took a step away, Kio sprung at him, intending to land a single punch on the back of his head… only to be smacked out of the air right before he even got close. Widening his eyes as it whipped his side, Kio grimaced when he impacted the ground. It took him a second to regain his marbles, though by then, he soon realized that the thing that just struck him was most definitely the boy's Quirk.

That thing that had knocked Kio out of the air was… horrific… to say the least. Seemingly made out of bone sharpened to a sinister point, with serrated edges that looked capable of cutting through flesh, and definitely more than capable of killing him. The sharpened chunk of bone was connected to what appeared to be a fleshy cord that emerged from the bottom of the newcomer's uniform. The mere appearance of that… thing was enough to make everyone present freeze in fear, just long enough for the black haired boy to turn away and leave that section of the school.

The boy did, however, spare Yosetsu one last glance before he walked off. That last glance lasted roughly two seconds at best, but it was long enough for Yosetsu to recognise him…

'That's… the kid…' thought Awase as the black haired boy walked out of sight, his… 'tail' sliding up his uniform and disappearing from sight as he did, leaving Awase and Asuna to just sit there silently as a hall monitor finally decided to show up, elbowing through the crowd until he was standing before both of them. Almost immediately, Yosetsu blank and turned to the hall monitor, with Kio requiring a thump on the head to get his attention.

"You two had better have a good excuse for this…" grumbled the hall monitor before dragging the two off to the closest discipline master's office. Though as he was dragged off, however, Yosetsu himself couldn't help but wonder why that… Tail-boy had helped him…

And he kept wondering about that even after he and Kio were released from the school's discipline master's office, keeping his mind on the topic even as he walked home…

The Awase Residence (Yosetsu's house)

To most, a simple HDB flat wasn't exactly fancy.

Having to live in a massive apartment complex alongside several others with typically cramped living environments and a potentially noisy neighbors living in close quarters would be quite a put off to most, but to Yosetsu, it was all he could ever ask for. It was large enough for his entire family, consisting of both his parents and himself. They even had a single spare room leftover that acted as a storeroom for random stuff they had no room for and a kitchen.

When he got home, he was unsurprised to see that both his parents were not around. While it did make the house feel barren, with him being the only person in it for a majority of the time, Yosetsu did understand why it was that way. Both his parents worked at a local automobile story dubbed Acceleron Inc, something of a global business by now. His parents were suited to that job, seeing as their Quirks, Flatten and Merge for his mother and father respectively, were prime Welding abilities. They worked hard to support Yosetsu, and their son was eternally grateful for that, though it didn't stop things from feeling rather… lonely whenever he got home.

The boy seemed to have a daily routine for whenever he got home from school, with a quick bath was always the first thing on that list, followed by a slight snack and moving onto homework. The homework Bandai High tended to issue to the 'General Course' of students, which was the course Awase was in, was usually in relation to the common subjects of old, such as English, Math, Mother Tongue (in his case, Japanese), and so on.

On this specific day, however the homework his teacher had issued had something to do with the Rescue Hero subcategory of Heroes, a subcategory that the boy was immensely fond of, having done quite a bit of research on them on his spare time on his phone.

These were the only few times when Yosetsu was able to show his rather commendable knowledge in regards to the subject of Heroes, especially the Rescue Hero subcategory. Rescue Heroes were essentially his idols, and even considering them that would be quite a disservice. The boy absolutely adored every Hero in this subcategory, almost to a frightening degree as he knew quite a few of them by name at this point, though he never did share them with anyone outside of his parents anyhow.

Rescue Heroes such as the practically legendary Crimson Typhoon, regarded as the All Might of Hong Kong to the denizens of China, or the local Japanese UA Hero, Thirteen, were figures he looked up to heavily. Unlike most other Heroes who wielded Quirks that made them almost literal Gods among men, at least a handful of Heroes who had the 'Rescue' Prefix were owners of relatively weak ones, something that Yosetsu could relate to rather heavily, what with his very own Quirk being generally unimpressive.

On a regular day, Yosetsu would have breezed through the entire sheet of homework within a handful of minutes. On this day in particular, however, the boy had paused on several occasions, having succumbed to a still lingering question in his mind.

'That boy…' was the only real thought he could produce every so often, making him stop his hand from writing for the briefest of moments in order to entertain that thought. One couldn't blame him, however, as that black haired, ahoge toting kid was the only person Awase could really remember stand up for him, and the fact that he was able to overpower Kio, of all people, made him a prime suspect for Yosetsu's curiosity.

Why did he help him? What was his name? Was he that one boy who sat at the very back of the class, the only one who did not laugh when Yosetsu stated that he wished to be a Hero? The only thing that Yosetsu could partially confirm was that last one, as, if his memory wasn't failing him, he could vaguely remember spotting that boy sitting near the back of the class on multiple occasions. Now that he thought about it… that boy never seemed to participate in anything in class, be it group assessments, events or projects, essentially making him a ghost that everyone ignored, Yosetsu included. He doubt that even the teacher knew his name at this point…

But he did know at least one thing for sure, and that was that this boy, whoever he was, had saved him from receiving a rather nasty public beating from Kio. Sure, his parents were called informed of it, and he'd have to explain the whole fiasco to them, but he felt that the less bruises he had, the better. And it was all because this boy… practically a complete stranger, was compelled enough to step forward and help him…

Just knowing that not everyone was alienating him was enough to make Yosetsu fall into a trance for about a minute, and he only snapped out of it when he had dropped his pen, causing an "Uwaaa!" to escape his lips as he picked it back up.

Now back in reality, Yosetsu quickly finished up his homework and upon its completion, the boy leaned back on his chair, just staring up at the ceiling in wonder, with most of his thoughts being primarily on that boy…

And he would unintentionally fall asleep right there and then on his swivel chair after some time, with his last thought before drifting off to sleep being a firm resolution to perhaps talk to the Tail-Quirk boy sometime in the future.

Several days later

For roughly two weeks following that the day the Tail-Quirk boy helped him, Yosetsu had made it his goal to at least talk to him, though he could never find it in himself to do so without backing out at the last second.

For some rather personal reasons, Yosetsu could never gather enough courage to speak to the boy. It was rather excusable, however, as the Tail-boy was… unsettling to say the least. No matter what happened during class, funny, sad, angering or even when Yosetsu was being mocked by Kio, he had never changed his expression in the slightest. The teen never smiled… or give any expression outside of a neutral gaze, though a somewhat annoyed one could be seen from time to time if Yosetsu paid enough attention to him.

Hell, whenever he was approached by anyone, even if it was a girl who was wanting some… something, the boy would almost always ignore them, only speaking to them if absolutely necessary. And even then, he kept conversations to a minimum, prompting Yosetsu to believe that the boy was an extremely antisocial sort of person, which did not help Yosetsu's hesitation to approach him. But, on the polar opposite side of his mind, there was also a part of Yosetsu that thought that he seemed… well… lonely. As if he wanted a friend, but wasn't willing to show it.

Finally, on the fifteenth day since that incident, roughly one day before the first semester ended, Yosetsu had finally gathered up all his marbles and built up enough courage to approach the boy.

Yosetsu made sure he arrived early on the day where he would try to speak to the Tail-boy, waking up and getting dressed as soon as he could. It even surprised his parents when they saw how fast he had got dressed, since he was usually sluggish and slow as he absolutely hated the idea of school, though for reasons that differed from the normal student. But they were still glad to see him seemingly excited to head to school… even if his reason for being up and leaving so early was different from what they had expected.

Once he got to the school and up to his classroom, Yosetsu was surprised to see that the room was almost entirely empty, save for the three girls and a random lad who were sitting in the middle of the classroom talking about… stuff. The only other person aside from the four was a single short boy in the Bandai High uniform, looking as emotionless and blank as he was every other time Yosetsu had seen him. When Awase had walked in, the boy directed his gaze away from the corner of the room he was initially staring at to regard him, and those eyes… the total lack of emotion in them sent a chill up Yosetsu's spine, almost enough to make him reconsider approaching him. Thankfully, however, before he could do so, the Tail-boy turned away and stared into a corner of the classroom, something which calmed Awase down mildly.

So, after quickly placing his bag down over at his table, Yosetsu nervously went up to the Tail-kid and sat on the desk parallel to his. The Tail-boy didn't seem to notice Yosetsu, however, as he kept staring into the corner of the classroom, completely oblivious to his presence. For a long time, Yosetsu tried his best to push himself to say something to the boy, but he found that he had somehow lost all of his courage which he had built up over the course of more than two weeks, something that prevented him from speaking for what he felt to be the longest five minutes he had experienced, Yosetsu's mind did its best to fumble for something to say while the Tail-boy kept his gaze on the corner of the room. And finally, Yosetsu gave up, considering this attempt to be a failure and cursing his horribly nervous demeanor, until he finally noticed that the boy was glancing at him.

"What do you want?" asked the boy right as Awase had turned to face him, finally focusing on the boy, who nearly jumped at the sudden question from the tail-boy. His heart began beating intensely as he shook in fear, feeling all his formerly built up courage melt away as soon as he was addressed by the boy, but thankfully, before he could faint, the class bell rang out, and the person who sat next to the Tail-kid came to reclaim his seat. Swiftly, Awase retreated back to his seat, though as he did, Yosetsu couldn't help but mentally scold himself for missing that chance to at least introduce himself.

Once everyone had arrived in the class, and after the form teacher had slogged his way into class, he wasted no time in issuing some orders, and after announcing it, the teacher propped his glasses up higher on his nose all while Awase slouched down into his chair. He had just told them that they would be doing a 'pair up project', something Yosetsu both despised and feared. The kid despised it because he was, in short, not well liked in the slightest by any of his classmates thanks to his Quirk, and feared because he was always partnered up with Kio, who only use the opportunity to verbally assault the poor kid.

The fact that the project was about the 'what I want to be when I grow up' thing they did nearly two weeks ago, and the fact that his would-be partner had to write down what he said, didn't really help quell his fears. If he were honest, he'd rather die than to tell Kio why he wished to be a Hero. However, thanks to all his fears clouding his usually decent sense of judgement, Yosetsu didn't seem to notice how Kio seemed to be trying his hardest to avoid Yosetsu since the day the tail-kid saved him from getting a black eye.

Hell, just the thought of Kio partnering up with him made Yosetsu slam his head against his table in frustration, prompting the rest of the class to turn and look at him, but they, after a few quick chuckles from several in the crowd, they diverted their attention away from him and began to split up to form pairs, and the teacher didn't even give him more than a second glance as he passed him a piece of paper for the project. Yosetsu knew how this would go, either one of two ways. One way was if Yosetsu did this solo and during the end of class, he would have nothing to hand into the teacher, inevitably getting himself laughed at… again, and his teacher would file another report to his parents. The second option was that he'd get partnered with Kio and get teased into the next semester. He was expecting one or the other to happen as he kept his head against the table, grimacing mildly as he cursed his terrible luck..

But what he didn't expect to happen, however, was for someone to sit down in front of his table in a non-dramatic way, and without slamming their feet onto his table as though it were their personal leg rest. For a moment, he suspected that it was someone who partnered up with the person who sat in front of him, at least until the one who sat there spoke up. "Are you awake?"

And that got Yosetsu to jerk his body upwards and spring his head up to face the speaker, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape when he saw who the speaker was. One couldn't exactly blame him to react in such a way, however, as the one who was now in front of him was the one who had 'saved' him several days prior, his face still stoically neutral and his icy blue eyes regarding Yosetsu coldly. That cold gaze made the boy tense up, almost as though he was being encased in a block of ice just by having the boy stare at him, considering how, no matter how hard he tried, Yosetsu couldn't move any of his muscles.

Finally, after a few seconds, the Tail-kid seemed to notice that Awase had fallen into a mild trance, prompting him to snap his fingers in front of Yosetsu's face, an eyebrow raised. "Oi, you ok there?"

That prompted Yosetsu to snap out of it with a gasp, quickly shaking his head to regain his bearings, only to realize that the Tail-kid was not the only one who was staring at him. Swiveling his head to the side, Yosetsu noticed several others glancing at him. But unlike almost every other time, they were not looking at him in a mocking way, they were looking at him as though they were shocked. It was rather justified, however, as Yosetsu, of all people, had spoken to the least social kid in class. Hell, even his teacher seemed at least a little shaken.

A soft grunt snapped Awase out of his thoughts, prompting him to snap his head back and regarded the person in front of him once more. The tail-kid was just sitting there, with a piece of paper in his left hand and a partially broken pencil in his right, waiting with a seemingly bottomless pit of patience for Yosetsu to speak up. So, with all the courage he could muster, Yosetsu answered in the only way his brain would allow for him to. "I… I'm awake…!"

Those words came out louder than Yosetsu had intended, and he froze in fear when he realized that everyone was looking at him. A few of them, probably about two or four of in the class, Kio included, had small smirks planted on their faces, but for the most part, and much to Yosetsu's surprise, they seemed to look as though they pitied him, which was a first for him. Hell, even the teacher looked tense, his glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose thanks to the oil building up on it.

The tension in the air was so thick that no one dared speak out in fear of breaking it. Finally, however, it was dispelled when the Tail-boy grunted, sounding almost amused. "I can see that."

Even if the tension had been dispelled, the rest of the class didn't seem ready to start talking up a storm. On the contrary, they spoke softly, practically whispering, about the minor 'event' which had just transpired, and a majority of them kept glancing over at Yosetsu's general direction to see if something happened every so often. Though Yosetsu couldn't really hear them completely, mainly because they were speaking so softly and partially because his ears were stuffed full of fear, he could make out some small snippets of several separate conversations, such as "Thought he'd be dead", "He actually spoke with him" and most notably "How'd that wimp speak to Mika…".

Thankfully, or not thankfully for Yosetsu's beating heart, the boy in front of him spoke up.

"You're Yosetsu Awase, right?" he asked, prompting Yosetsu to give the boy in front of him his full attention, and he noticed that he was doing the same. Those icy blue eyes of his bored massive holes into his. But still, Yosetsu did notice some hints of sincerity in those neutral blue orbs which were staring at him, almost as though he was genuinely curious about him. So, regathering all his built up courage, Yosetsu answered in the form of a nod, prompting the boy in front of him to write his name down, though it was misspelled and sloppily written, spelled "YoSAtsoo AWaSs", leading the boy to believe that the boy wasn't the greatest at english. "I'm Mikazuki Augus."

Quickly, Yosetsu nodded and spelled the boy's name down on his piece of paper. His words were neater, and correctly spelled, than Mika's interpretation of his name. He would have pointed it out to Mika, but he wasn't necessarily brave enough, so he kept his mouth shut as Mika looked at him, oblivious to the amount of eyes which were glancing at the pair.

"You're that boy," said Mika simply as he filled in other specifics onto his paper, such as the date and their class, albeit as messily as how he had spelt his name. "The one Kio kept targeting."

"Y-Yeah…" admitted Yosetsu quietly, scratching the back of his head in a truly nervous fashion as he did. Though within a few seconds, he quickly realized that he had yet to do something. "Hey… uh… I forgot to… thank you…"

"Ah," was his simple reply from Mikazuki, answering as though he performed a simple task instead of bringing the single, self proclaimed, strongest student of Bandai High down to his knees. And, if he were honest, Yosetsu was left a little slack jawed at that. He had expected Mika to at least flash a proud grin, something like those characters which he saw on tv or on the Youtube app on his phone after they beaten a strong enemy, not a simple "ah". But he quickly forgot about that when Mika spoke up again.

"What do you want to be in the future?" asked the boy simply, turning his head up to regard Yosetsu. He didn't sound exactly curious, perhaps mildly interested was the best word to describe how the boy seemed to currently be feeling, but to Yosetsu, it was probably the most nerve-wrecking question he had to answer in a long time. For most of his childhood, Yosetsu had never been asked such a question, and he had never shared anything personal out of fear of his classmates teasing him to Hell and back with some rather embarrassing snippets of his past.

But still, he did consider the fact that Mika, from what little he knew, was never seen teasing/bullying anyone. As a matter a' fact, he never remembered Mika participating in any kind of activity which could be considered 'abuse', mainly because, from all the times he's seen Mika, the boy was almost always seen in class, sitting on his desk, staring blankly at either the corner of the classroom, the whiteboard or out the window he was next to, something which reflected his passive nature.

If he were older and had better judgement, he would not have told Mika anything. But he was still a youngster, and he did consider the fact that Mika has 'saved' him from Kio all those days ago among a few other reasons, so he decided that Mika was probably trustworthy enough to tell.

"Well…" began Yosetsu, before sparing a quick glance at the rest of his class, who immediately turned back to their partners/papers to pretend to not be listening. Yosetsu took this as a warning for him to speak softly. "...I'll tell you… but can you keep it a secret… and not tell anyone in this school about this, please?"

Mika blank at that question before turning to regard his piece of paper. For a moment, Yosetsu's heart began beating even faster than a Bugatti on some intense variant of gas as he thought that Mika would simply shake his head and stand to find another partner, but it slowed down and returned close to it's normal rate when Mika nodded and placed his pencil down.

"Alright," was his answer, much to Yosetsu's relief as he rubbed his throat, trying to force his voice to work. Thankfully for him, Mika's patience seemed endless, so his one minute silence didn't annoy him.

"W-Well…" started Yosetsu, only for Mika to suddenly hold up a finger, making Yosetsu flinch in fear. And the fear only increased when Mika narrowed his eyes, but it was slightly replaced with confusion when the boy glanced behind his chair.

"Oi," said Mika, his cold eyes not leaving the area behind Yosetsu's chair. And the Welding boy couldn't help but notice a soft squeak when he said that, something which prompted Augus to lower his brows in annoyance. "Don't bother hiding. I know you're there."

When he finished saying that, a brown haired girl suddenly materialized behind Yosetsu, prompting him to yelp softly. The girl pouted in a vain effort to woo Mika into letting her stay and listen, but she decided to get the Hell out of there when the boy narrowed his eyes to a dangerous degree, a glare that promised to send her home with several bruises if she had not booked it. And once she was gone, Mika cleared his throat softly and sighed. "You were saying?"

"Y-Yeah…" said Yosetsu, scratching the back of his neck as the girl with the invisibility Quirk retreated back to her partner… Kio, he realized. Just knowing that Kio was still trying to find something to bug Yosetsu with, verbally or physically, made him feel a small amount of anger, but he quickly regained his senses and refocused on what he was meant to do, though he did speak in a rather hushed tone. "Well… I want to be a Hero because…"

For a short moment, Yosetsu hesitated once more, but he eventually got himself to force the reason out.

"Because I want to help save the lives of others…" he admitted, his head hung low as though he were ashamed of his reason. But it didn't stop him from continuing, not noting how Mika was simply writing the reason down with a neutral expression. "Also… because my dad… he's wanted to be a Hero since he was a kid… but he never managed to get into a Hero Academy. And… it may seem childish and it may not make much sense… but I want to become a Hero to at least try and make his dream partially come true…"

And the end of his sentence was followed by an unnervingly high amount of silence while Augus silently scribbled down some words on his piece of paper, making Yosetsu a little uneasy, prompting him to say something without thinking. "I… I know my reasons… they're kinda cliche and all… but…"

"It's cliche," agreed Mika, his eyes still staring at the piece of paper until he was done with the writing, prompting him to turn up to stare at Awase with an unprecedented amount of neutrality, but they didn't seem as cold as they usually were. Instead, they seemed a little impressed, if only just a little. "But it's still a reason nonetheless."

"I… I guess so…" agreed Yosetsu reluctantly, scratching the back of his head. And, unintentionally, Yosetsu gave a small smile, something which made all those who were still looking at the two flinch in shock. Yosetsu, even in Kio's memory, pretty much never smiled in school.

"What's your Quirk?" asked Mika, some hints of curiosity in his tone. And Yosetsu very, very hesitantly answered.

"It's… it's Weld," he said, and even if he knew that his Quirk was weak, it didn't mean that he didn't tell Mika what it was with some pride in his voice.

Yosetsu Awase

Quirk: Weld

By resting his palms against the surfaces of two touching items, Yosetsu is capable of welding them together at an atomic level. Unwelding objects he has welded together is possible, and he is capable of welding items onto living entities if needed. Items he welds together will stay welded for an indefinite amount of time.

For a moment, Yosetsu expected Mika to give a mocking chuckle or something like that, but he was a tad surprised when he simply nodded. It was a rather respectful nod, Yosetsu noted, something he's almost never seen directed at him before. It almost made Yosetsu think that Mika actually respected him in some way…

Still, he was convinced that he was just delusional. He was pretty much a hundred percent sure that no one actually respected him, at least to his knowledge. It was most likely thanks to all those years of people, aside from his parents, looking down on him thanks to his Quirk, which made him stop hoping for someone to even give him a modicum of respect.

"It's your turn," said Mika once he was done, snapping Yosetsu out of his minor trance. The boy blank and shook his head, before letting a soft 'huh?' out of his lips, prompting Mika to repeat what he had said. "It's your turn to ask me."

"R-Right…" muttered Yosetsu, looking closely at his provided piece of paper. The boy fumbled for his pencil, a terribly short one thanks to constant sharpening, before he finally got a hold of it. And with a clear of his throat to make this seem more professional than it really was, something which amused the Augus to a certain degree, Yosetsu began asking. "What… do you want to be than you grow up…?"

Mika seemed to ponder that question for a short while, before answering. "A Hero."

Hero… of all the things he had expected Mika to wish to be, Awase had placed Hero at the very end of the list as, if he were to be asked about what he thought Mikazuki would want to be in the future, he'd earnestly reply with the fact that he expected Augus to want to be something less… noble? He supposed that was the word. But still, he kept that thought to himself. After all, Mika didn't say anything negative towards him when he told him, so he decided to do the same, only replying with a slight nod as he wrote down what Mika intended to be in the future. It took him a few seconds, and he looked up at Mika once he was done. "Well… why do you want to become a Hero?"

"Because Takaki and Orga suggested it," replied Mika, and it took Yosetsu a few seconds to process what he just said. And once he managed to get it all into his head, Yosetsu's face contorted into a comically shocked look which managed to get an amused huff out of Mika.

"...you want to be a Hero… because your friends suggested it…?" he asked, sounding bewildered. And that bewilderment only increased when Mika nodded. "But… are there any other reasons…?"

When he asked that, Mika blank and turned to look out the window, his head resting on his hand. For a long moment, Yosetsu wondered if he asked the wrong question, prompting him to start shaking in fear, before he noticed that Mika was staring at something, a large structure, more specifically.

Narrowing his eyes to try and see what it is, and with half the class trying to do the same, Yosetsu only widened his eyes when he saw what Mika was looking at… the Chryse Orphanage. And it took him a few minutes to let the realization sink in.

The Chryse Orphanage was built several years ago, not too long after the Quirk Phenomenon as a matter of fact. Its primary reason for being built was to house orphans whose Quirks caused their former parents to disown them. Their Quirks tended to be dangerous, life threatening, or even physically deforming types, at least that was what Yosetsu had heard, anyways. There also were many rumors that a majority of the children who were there grew up to be villains, but it was never confirmed.

But what was confirmed was that the Chryse Orphanage housed many, many strong children, more so than Kio, though the kid wasn't willing to admit that. And according to what most knew, the place was not torn down because even the top dogs of the Niigata Prefecture weren't willing to destroy an orphanage, and even more didn't want to know the consequences of what the kids would do to them if they did.

And soon, Yosetsu quickly figured out what Mika was trying to tell him. He was from the Orphanage… and was most likely still living there to this day. And even some of the other kids let the realization sink in and turn to regard Mika with now wide eyes. But Mika, despite being the very center of attention at the moment, didn't seem phased in the least. Instead, he was… well… just as he usually was, stone faced and neutral to a T, as he turned his attention back to Yosetsu, who was now regarding Mika with newfound fear.

"You're…" began Yosetsu, nearly tripping over his own voice. "F-From… Chryse…?"

A firm nod from Mika confirmed that, and Yosetsu quickly felt his fear grow five times more intense. His parents had always warned him to stay away from the Chryse Orphanage and it's residents. And even Yosetsu, despite being the person who really wanted friends, did as he was told thanks to most of the rumors he's heard. Hell, the orphanage was the reason why he took a different, longer route home every day. But still… even if he was not necessarily keen towards kids from that Orphanage out of fear, there was something about Mika which somehow calmed him.

Perhaps it was because of some newfound respect towards Mika. The boy did seem to show some respect, however small, for him, after all, and the fact that he didn't laugh at him when he told him about his almost unreachable goal, which, to anyone else, would have been a very minor thing, but to Yosetsu, who's dreams and aspirations have been laughed at many, many times, it was the equivalent of shaking All Might's hand and getting his autograph.

So, the boy sucked up all his fear, condensed it into a very, very small bubble and tossed it over to the far side of his mind before he gave a small, timid nod. "W-Well… are there any… other reasons…?"

"Orgakeeps telling me that people always consider kids from Chryse to be nothing more than young villains," said Mika, and Yosetsu almost immediately got what he was talking about. "But they don't know that we're all just kids. We don't grow up to be villains."

Yosetsu gave a slight nod at that. He could see where Mika was coming from. Most of the Orphans of Chryse, from what he he knew anyways, had dangerous Quirks. And on this day and age, dangerous Quirks tended to be considered a villains schtick, so it wasn't necessarily much of a surprise that almost everyone would villianise the orphanage.

"S-So…" said Yosetsu, poking his chin with his pencil thoughtfully. "You want to become a Hero not only because someone wanted you to… but also to…"

"To make other people consider Chryse to be a normal orphanage instead of a Villains Orphanage. Someone from there becoming a Pro-Hero could make people think differently about us…" finished Mika with a nod. "If that's what you were going to say, then the answer is yes."

Once he finished, Yosetsu simply stared at him for a few minutes before nodding as he circled a question on his piece of paper labeled "Do you think he/she will be able to succeed in his/her goal?". Yosetsu didn't need to ponder that question for more than a second, as he readily circled the 'yes' option.

And, as fate would have it, that was when the teacher of the class recalled all the papers which were given out. On that cue, Mika stood up and gave Yosetsu a slight nod before walking back to his seat. Yosetsu only gave a small, shy wave as he left, but on the inside, the inside, was probably feeling the happiest he's ever felt in many, many months.

About three days later

Ever since that one little project in the class, Yosetsu's life took quite a drastic turn, to say the least.

Though he didn't really notice it at first, most of the students of his class seemed to look at him with some sort of reverence, even if it was very minor. The amount of teasing he'd receive dropped a noticeable amount, and even Kio, the self proclaimed king of Bandai High when it came to strength and Quirks, showed some small amount of begrudging respect in his gaze whenever he'd glare at Yosetsu after that one day.

Of course, Yosetsu was not used to this, and the amount of non-hostile or mocking stares he was getting was very, very unnerving.

Regarding Mikazuki, Yosetsu noted that the boy seemed to go on as though that project never happened. It unnerved Yosetsu a little, and it even made him feel an odd amount of fear, as he thought that Mika was about to share information about him just to increase the amount of teasing he would get.

Those fears would stay with him for three whole days until the form teacher of his class came back in during the last lesson of the third day. He seemed as bored as he usually was, though there was something… off about him today, as though he were surprised about… something. But Yosetsu quickly ignored that as he greeted the class.

"Alright…" started the teacher as he arranged a decently sized stack of papers. "If you all remember from three days ago, I gave these paper reports out for you kids to fill in. It's regarding your future and stuff."

Most of the class mumbled positively at that, though Yosetsu stayed silent for obvious reasons. "Anyways, I'm returning the papers back to you. Keep em… and do whatever you want with them…"

With that said, the teacher began distributing the papers back to everyone. Yosetsu felt as he usually was, considering how these things usually went. He'd get a negative answer on his paper, something that was extremely normal for him.

But that thought was blown out of his mind when he got his paper back and actually read what was written. It made him widen his eyes in shock, and the boy almost broke down into tears right there and then after seeing what was on the paper.

Several hours later at night, Awase Residence

In the dark night of the Niigata Prefecture, a middle aged woman entered the Awase Residence. She stood at a little under two metres, wearing a female mechanic's outfit with multiple tools strapped onto her waist, and with her hair tied onto a small, messy ponytail. She had olive green eyes atop a youthful face, one which was a little greased up thanks to her job as a mechanic, and a pair of mechanic goggles which rested on the top of her head.

The lady was none other than Mrs Awase, or, as she was more commonly known as, Yuuko Kamishiro, the woman married to Takumi Awase. Of course, Yosetsu was brought out from this relationship. And while most people looked down on the Welding boy for his Quirk, both her and Takumi absolutely loved him for it, mainly because it was the perfect combination of both their Quirks, and also for other reasons, such as him being their son.

The woman was often home first after her job at the Acceleron Welding Company, usually because she was always worried sick about her little Yosetsu. Yuuko would have left for home at about six in the evening, but due to job related issues, she had to go home a little later than usual on this one day.

She and her husband were aware that their young Welder was a victim of the bullies of Bandai High School, and of course, her maternal instincts always prompted her to return home as early as she could to check on him. The two did try their best to stop all of this, but they never managed it as they tended to not have any evidence of any physical or verbal abuse on their son. And even if they did, Kio himself was a rather impressive manipulator for his age, able to speak his way out of any school related situation he got himself into.

Most of the time when she got home, she'd find her little boy sleeping on his table, specifically sitting on his chair with his head on his table and his arms as makeshift pillows. It made her heart ache every time she saw that, though she had always kept her mouth shut, usually carrying Yosetsu into bed everyday. But today, as a pleasant surprise to her, Yuuko had found that Yosetsu was not sleeping on his table this night. Instead, he was laying down on his bed, snoring peacefully under his blanket. Yuuko gave a gentle smile which only a mother could master when she saw her young child lying there, the lamp of his table still turned on, probably because he forgot about it.

Very slowly moving to her boy's side, Yuuko bent down and gently trailed a hand through Yosetsu's hair. The boy did stir in his sleep a tad when she did, though he thankfully never did, even if he did mumble a tad.

"Five more minutes, mummy…" muttered Yosetsu sleepily as he shifted to his side, prompting Yuuko to smile as she did her best to hold in a chuckle before standing back up. She didn't really want to wake him up, so she decided to let him rest, though she did intend to turn his table lamp off before leaving.

Though before she could… she paused. After lowering her brows, she noticed a small slip of paper that was under her son's headband, keeping it from flying off into the distance. Curious, Yuuko gently pulled it out from under the headband and quickly read it… and she swiftly found her heart stopping for a handful of seconds when she finished reading the slip of paper.

Bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle a squeal, Yuuko did her best to reread the piece of paper to make sure she got the details right. And sure enough, she did. The slip of paper in her hand was in regards to a pair up project, and Yosetsu was paired up with a different lad, Mikazuki Augus, and not Kio for once.

A majority of the paper wasn't exactly what she expected. Mikazuki seemed to at least show some respect for her son, something which was shown in his writing. The boy spoke of how Yosetsu did have potential to become a Hero, only having to fix his nervous demeanor and perhaps gain some muscles to get himself on the right track. Aside from that, this Mika boy stated that Yosetsu seemed to have enough heart to become a good Hero, specifically a Rescue Hero thanks to his Quirk.

As Yuuko had read the piece of paper, she found herself wanting to know more about this Mika boy. He seemed to be almost a friend to her son, and just knowing that Yosetsu finally had someone to potentially call a friend made her smile. However, before she could really do anything else, Yuuko heard Yosetsu stir softly in his bed, and she swiftly placed the piece of paper back down on the table, under her son's headband, right before he opened his eyes to regard her groggily.

"M-Mum…?" muttered Yosetsu tiredly as he yawned. "You're home early…"

"A-Ah…" responded Yuuko as she crouched down to pat her son's head. She did want to ask him about this Mika boy, though she held her tongue as she knew her son needed sleep. "You should get some rest, dear… I'm sure it's been a tiring day for you…"

"Mmm…" was her response from Awase as the boy's slowly shut themselves. "It… wasn't too bad…"

And at that, he fell back asleep, leaving Yuuko to smile and plant a gentle kiss on her son's forehead. Standing back up, she swiftly turned the still active table lamp on his table and turned it off.

"Goodnight, dear," muttered Yuuko before she turned to leave, giving her son the time to rest for the next day. She hoped that the boy would tell them about this Mika boy someday, though she wouldn't push him if he didn't wish to.

After all, things don't change in a single day. She suspected that Yosetsu would need some time to speak of this Mika boy. And she was fine with that. Both she and her husband were endlessly patient, after all.

It seems as though my living days are numbered now. I can smell the IBO and BNHA communities coming for my ass.

In all seriousness though, if you've read my third chapter of Tekketsu No Kyojin (shameless self promotion here), you would have known that I currently have 4 stories in the pipeline right now. And what you've just read is the first of the bunch. 90% sure that this'll end in the death of my fanfic account, but you gotta take risks sometimes, ya know?

If you haven't picked it up yet, this story will not be focused on Izuku Midoriya or any other Class 1-A student, though they'll get cameos or mentions. Instead, we're shifting our focus onto class 1-B, specifically Yosetsu Awase who replaces Izuku in this story. And regarding other B characters, we'll get there eventually. Oh, and why'd I choose these side characters over the possibly superior 1-A? Because side characters need love, my boy.

And yes, regarding Mikazuki Augus. He's basically the reverse Bokugou of the story. Where Katsuki is the egotistical childhood bully and psychopath to Izuku, Mika is the stone cold friend and 'brother figure', if you will, to Yosetsu. And regarding his Quirk, it's basically the Rex Tail. There is another part of his Quirk, however… but we'll cover that in a later chapter.

Finally, a very, VERYspecial shoutout to my boi, Fortresshunter. The bastard was the one who introduced me to Boku No Hero Academia, and I can't thank him enough for that. So, indirectly, Fortress has peer pressured me into writing this story. Meaning if you wanna kill me for writing this shiz, go take an arm off him as well.

(Note: I'm just kidding. Fortress is an awesome dude and you shouldn't go take an arm off him. Instead, go check out his stories. He's a good author :3)

Right, see you next time *tips hat*

Edited on: 4/5/2019