Synopsis: Kyosuke Kirihara! Quirk: Super Saiyan! While it may seem like a really powerful Quirk from the name, it is only called that because it makes Kyosuke's hair look exactly like a Super Saiyan's, except white instead of blond! His Quirk also makes his hair entirely free of dandruff, as well as naturally thick and surprisingly soft! An extremely convenient Quirk for looking good!

Despite the uselessness of his Quirk in combat, a young Kyosuke is determined to become a hero, no matter the hardships he may face.

One day, he finds his ticket to doing so in the form of a thin, green-and-black watch.

Chapter One

"…forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!"

A fourteen-year-old boy puffed in triumph as he finished his workout for the day, before promptly flopping down on the soft grass of the park he was at and sighing loudly. Passers-by glanced at him in amusement, briefly, before hurrying on their way to wherever they needed to be.

The boy remained on the ground for a while, taking the time to relax his muscles and even his breathing. He had done well today, having completed his workout in a timely manner, while not having stopped or taken more breaks than his schedule allowed. After about a minute, he stood up and, grabbing his water bottle and a towel, started making his way back home.

His name was Kyosuke Kirihara, and, like many boys his age, it was his dream to be a hero. Unlike most boys his age, however, he worked every day to make that dream a reality. And unlike many more boys his age, he planned to do it without having a useful Quirk.

Okay, maybe it was a little unfair to call it 'not useful'. After all, his Quirk let him save money that would have otherwise been used on shampoo, conditioner, haircuts and perhaps even hair gel, and to an orphan like Kyosuke, any money saved was a blessing. His Quirk was useful… just not for his dream to become a hero. That was why he studied hard every day, worked at a part-time job twice every week for an hour, and trained every free minute he had. Considering this was a Saturday, and his final exams had just ended, he was literally drowning in free minutes. So, he'd headed out after his afternoon shift had ended, and spent two hours on calisthenics, running, and practicing martial arts against invisible opponents.

Now, however? He planned to go up to his government-funded, one-bedroom apartment, bathe, eat some Endeavor's Fiery Eggs (which was really just a recipe for insanely spicy scrambled eggs on toast) and head to bed.

Kyosuke was smiling at the thought of the Fiery Eggs (they were his favourite meal) as he scaled the stairs taking him to his apartment, when he noticed-

His apartment door was unlocked.

'What the hell?' he thought to himself, mentally reviewing whether he'd locked his door before heading out. He had locked his door, and he'd brought his key card with him, in his pocket. So why was it unlocked?

Steeling himself, he pushed it wider open. His apartment was dark, and he relaxed slowly. Maybe he had forgotten to close the door fully- how silly of him. He flicked the lights on and instantly jumped into the air with a surprised squawk.

A man dressed in a lab coat was sitting in his living room, if you could even call it that. It was just a small space containing his desk, a small table on which he ate, and a chair (on which a man he didn't know was sitting!). Two doors on the left and front led to a bathroom and bedroom, respectively.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house!" Kyosuke shouted angrily, regaining his composure with alacrity and assuming a fighting stance.

The man seemed amused. He looked to be in his late forties, with black hair and grey sideburns. His lab coat was rumpled, and he wore black trousers and brown loafers. His hazel eyes twinkled enigmatically, giving him the air of a man who knew too much and has seen too much.

"Calm yourself, young man- I do not intend to harm you," he spoke in a cultured voice, holding his hands up peaceably. This did not reassure Kyosuke in the slightest. "Explain why you're here, first!"

"I shall, in a moment. Gumball?" the man (or professor? He looked a little like a professor) held out a paper bag he had apparently conjured up out of nowhere. The boy stared at it uncomprehendingly, before snarling. "Look, I don't know why you're here, and I honestly don't care, but if you don't get out of my house right now, I will call the police. What's your name?"

"It is prudent to offer your name before asking for someone else's," the man popped a blue gumball into his mouth, unfazed by the rudeness and hostility he was being shown.

"Don't you know it, already?" Kyosuke said, now more cautious than angry. "You were the one to come here and confront me."

"True, true," chuckled the man, leaving the boy with a feeling like he'd just passed a test. "Ah, there is so much I wish to tell you, so much I need to explain, but now is not the right moment…" he sighed sadly, before getting up. At his full height, he was a head taller than Kyosuke. "My name is Gyakusetsu-sensei. Unfortunately, that is all I can tell you, right now…"

With surprising agility, he made for Kyosuke's arm. The boy tried to duck, to counter, but all of a sudden, bright green light filled the room, almost blinding him. "Ahhh!" he screamed, as a warm, blooming pain filled his body. His arm was being clutched tightly, something that felt liquid and rubbery stretching itself over his wrist. "Ahhhh!"

"You will soon understand," promised the man, Gyakusetsu-sensei, who was now…fading? All feeling left his body, and he slumped forward. "You will understand when the time comes, Kirihara-kun…"

"Use the Omnitrix wisely."

That was the last thing Kyosuke heard before his world went black.

Kyosuke jolted awake, gasping.

There was no one in the room.

He was on his futon, sunshine was streaming through his window, and there was no sign of Gyakusetsu-sensei. Where was he now? More importantly, who was he?

He rolled over, checking the time on his cheap alarm clock. 6:12 am, not too far from his usual wake-up time. Besides, it was a Sunday; he didn't need to worry about school for the time being, which left him with only the events of last night to worry about.

"Okay," Kyosuke said aloud, rolling over as he got out of his futon. "I had a tiring evening, a man I don't know showed up, he grabbed my arm, and I woke up."

Wait a minute… he held up his left arm briefly, and was left sputtering in astonishment. A watch, a green and black watch with black triangles connected at their points (in place of a display of the time), and what looked like a grey dial, was resting on his wrist. Kyosuke stared at it in shock before attempting to pry it off.

'It won't budge!' he thought in irritation. God dammit, couldn't Gyakusetsu-sensei have at least explained why he had stuck a watch (a pretty cool-looking watch, but a watch nonetheless) that didn't even tell the time on his wrist? It couldn't even come off, which was a great pity. He stood out enough with his hair.

Whilst fiddling with it, he inadvertently pressed the weird grey dial-like things either side of the watch, causing the watch-face to rise up and display a green hologram of what looked like… a humanoid alien with a flaming head? Kyosuke jerked backward in surprise. What did this even mean? What could this watch do?

"Let's see..." he mumbled, "what would this do?"

He pressed the watch face back down.

Instantly his body started to contort, not painfully, but to a very great degree. He yelled in shock as he grew almost ten inches taller, his ribcage expanding and shoulder girdle widening. His muscles convoluted, his skin turning a deep, marshy green, and a slightly smelly gas started wafting off his body. When the transformation was over, he stared around the room in shock, before running to the bathroom to have a look at himself.

"Good God," he murmured, his voice nasally and much deeper. He looked like an exact replica of the hologram of the alien the watch had showcased, earlier. Was this what the watch (the Omnitrix, Gyakusetsu-sensei had called it) could do? Turn him into aliens, like this creature?

That…didn't sound so bad. A smile grew on his (the alien's) face. That didn't sound bad at all. That actually sounded pretty cool. If these aliens, like the one he had become, had special powers, like how humans had Quirks, what could he do? The sky was the limit! He had the power to become a hero, and not just any hero; a hero that could emerge as the best!

'Okay, slow down, now,' he chided himself. 'Let's see what this guy can do, first of all…'

He examined himself, from head to toe, and noticed something interesting- holes on his palms, that seemed to penetrate through his arms and until his torso. An idea emerged in his head; a crazy, almost stupid idea. Maybe, if he focused-?

It felt insane. It was insane. This whole situation was the most insane thing he had gone through, ever. However, he held his hands out, and focused.

Immediately, a stream of fire burst from his palms. He had guessed correctly- the gas was methane, and he had the power to produce and ignite it at will! Kyosuke shut off the stream of fire, laughing. He was literally a living swamp!

"Oh, I know!" he smiled. "I'll call this guy…Swampfire!"

Buoyed with new confidence, he snatched up his key card and sped out the door. It was too early for the neighbourhood to notice a big green swamp-thing escape Kyosuke Kirihara's apartment, anyhow, and he had the perfect destination in mind to test out his new powers.

'I can't believe this,' he thought, as he ran. 'I'm an alien!'

Reaching Dagobah Municipal Beach on foot would have ordinarily taken Kyosuke twenty minutes if he was walking, and about ten if he was running. It took Swampfire about five, and by the time he'd arrived, he wasn't even winded.

"Amazing," he smiled. He felt powerful, a hundred times more powerful than as his normal human self. Was this how his classmates felt, all the time, when they used their Quirks? Was this how he felt, when he used his Quirk to decimate whatever stood in his path?

Swampfire halted in front of a large trash heap. This trash heap, one among several of its brothers and sisters, was the reason Dagobah Municipal Beach was generally avoided and left empty. He didn't know who had been responsible for the trash, but it exuded such a strong smell of ammonia, and generally looked so unpleasant, that it spoiled the entire ambience of the otherwise quite beautiful beach. This also made it the perfect location for kids playing hooky from school, teenagers wanting to kill some time in solitude, or certain aliens who wanted to test out their powers.

'And the smell doesn't even bother me. I smell worse than the trash!' he thought to himself.

Swampfire took a deep breath, before holding out his palms and concentrating. A much larger stream of flame erupted, this time, going until about six meters before stopping. He stopped, before forming a fireball in his hand and launching it. About the size of a baseball, it went quite a distance before hitting the sand and snuffing itself out with a small explosion.

He tried again, this time attempting to push out as much fire as he could. This resulted in a large wave of orange flames that bathed his surroundings in heat.

"Wow…" he sighed out loud. However, he wasn't satisfied just yet. He sensed, somehow, that he could do more than mere pyrotechnics.

Kyosuke held out his hand one more time, and concentrated. He was rewarded by the production of various seeds that scattered all over the ground. They responded to his will, growing into thick, thorny vines that contorted and twisted exactly like he imagined them to. He imagined them wrapping around a nearby refrigerator, and the vines obeyed. They lunged at and coiled around the massive structure with exceptional speed, lifting it with little strain and placing it on a nearby ledge, where a garbage truck could, he knew, pick it up.

Swampfire shook his head in amazement. This device…it was truly incredible.

Speaking of which, was there a way he could turn back into his human form? A sudden worry gripped him. Was this transformation permanent? He highly doubted it, but it was possible. Foolishly, he'd assumed that this would only be temporary, at the beginning, without considering every possibility. What if he remained as Swampfire forever? He had quite liked the feeling of turning into, and being, the alien, but he would be in quite a large amount of trouble if the transformation was permanent.

"Wait a second," Swampfire growled aloud, having for the first time noticed the watch symbol on his chest. He tapped it, and instantly, in a burst of green light, he was Kyosuke again, barefoot and still in his workout clothes from the last day.

"Whoa, that was intense," he said, exhausted from his brief sojourn as Swampfire, but thrilled. 'If I can master this watch- the Omnitrix, what other possibilities are in store for me?' he thought. Almost instinctively, he brought up the watch face again, selected another hologram, and slapped down on it.

And just like this, he had taken, without realizing it, his first step to becoming the Number One Hero.

A week had passed since Kyosuke had acquired the watch from Gyakusetsu-sensei.

(Who was that guy? Why had he given him the Omnitrix? Such questions still plagued Kyosuke's mind. He had tried Googling 'Gyakusetsu-sensei', and the best he could get was that the name, when translated to English, was literally 'Professor Paradox'.)

It was so weird. This whole situation was so weird. However, he had no doubts about one thing- the Omnitrix could help him become a hero.

After a week of doing nothing except testing the Omnitrix's limits and figuring out its powers, he had realized some useful things about it.

It would keep him transformed into an alien for about twenty-five minutes, give or take, after which it would flash red and turn him back into his human form. It would continue glowing red for about fifteen minutes- during which he would be unable to use its powers- and then, it would turn green again. He could also switch from alien to alien by tapping the Omnitrix symbol, without turning back into Kyosuke, but doing it too many times could drain the battery.

It had ten aliens, each with its own unique powerset, and Kyosuke had made names for each of them. Some aliens were much more of situational swords than anything else, while some others could be used at any given time, to resolve any given situation.

Of course, he had not slacked off on his personal training- he couldn't rely on the Omnitrix all the time. After all, what kind of a hero relied on his Quirk all the time? He had tested his limits by turning into different aliens and trying out his martial moves as them, with some aliens being more receptive to his moves than others. He would have to adapt his fighting style to match the physiology of each alien, to bring out their maximum potential.

Such thoughts plagued Kyosuke's mind as he sat down for evening homeroom in Class 3-A, Orudera Junior High School. The appearance of his (frankly uninteresting, and uninterested) teacher did nothing to quell the whispering around the classroom; only a sharp rap on the blackboard did that.

"Here are your midterm exam papers," the teacher- Nagaiude-sensei- mumbled. "Come and receive them when your name is called. Akihisa-kun!"

The aforementioned student got up from his seat, wincing as his eyes passed over his marks. Nagaiude-sensei continued, calling out name after name. Hardly any student looked satisfied with their results- only one, a blond-haired boy, grinned sharply as his test papers were revealed. Katsuki Bakugou had been, after all, the topper during their second year, except for Kyosuke himself.

"Kirihara-kun!"

The white-haired boy smoothed out his uniform and got up from his seat, receiving his test results without a murmur. He smiled once, briefly, as he saw the large one-hundred written in red ink over his topmost paper (Math), and the rest of the numbers all starting with nine and ending with no less than two.

As he returned to his seat, he heard many students whispering, but elected to ignore it. He knew that his life was considered something of a tragic story; it was well known that he wanted to be a hero, but literally no one believed he could be one. He had a useless Quirk, after all- and that was all his worth was judged by. The tragedy lied in the fact that he worked hard every day and received top marks in every test, all in his pursuit of becoming a hero, yet he could apparently never become one no matter how hard he tried.

"One-hundred percent in Math again, that Kirihara…"

"Why does he work so hard? There is no hope for him, at all!"

"Good for him! He has something other than his hair that's good." Snickers erupted from this snide remark, made by one of Bakugou's lackeys, the one with long nails. Kyosuke ignored them all. They didn't need or deserve his attention.

"Now," mumbled his teacher, bringing out a bunch of pamphlets as everyone took their seats, "I'm supposed to tell you about all the different streams you can pursue in senior high…but who cares!" With a sudden exuberance, he threw the pamphlets into the air. "You all want to go into heroics, anyway!"

A multitude of cheers greeted this sentiment, students showcasing their Quirks left and right. Long necks, fire breath, bubble production, and rock hair, among others. In the midst of this, Kyosuke simply raised his hand, and waited for quiet.

Except there wasn't any quiet.

"Oi, oi, don't group me in with these losers," laughed Bakugou as he stood up from his seat in front of Kyosuke (who simply rolled his eyes as everyone else recoiled in fear and awe). "I'm gonna be the Number One Hero, that'll surpass All Might and every other nobody! You extras are nothing but stepping stones for me!"

Several students cringed and backed away. Others started arguing with the boy. Kyosuke just ignored all of them.

"I've already taken the U.A mock test, and I aced it!" Bakugou continued to shout gleefully. Nagaiude-sensei nodded diffidently to confirm his statement, which shocked and impressed the students. "I'll be the only noteworthy hero to emerge from this shitty school!"

"Oh, didn't Kirihara-kun apply to U.A, as well?" Nagaiude-sensei's follow-up statement silenced the room immediately. Kyosuke groaned loudly as the students turned towards him, breaking out into expostulations almost instantly afterward.

"Kirihara did? To U.A?"

"He must be out of his mind!"

"Dude," snickered the same lackey who had made the crack about Kyosuke's Quirk, "do you think they'll accept him 'coz he looks good? I mean, look at that hair!" This received laughs throughout the room, and prompted Kyosuke to finally look at the guy, narrowing his eyes.

"No," he said quietly, hushing the students. "They'll accept me, because I know how to fight, I get good grades, and because I'm ready to do whatever it takes to become a hero. How were your grades, again?" Oohs filtered through the room as the lackey- he had never bothered to remember his name- went pink.

Bakugou stalked over to his desk, slamming a flaming palm on it. Kyosuke did not react, only looking up at him with half-closed eyes. "So, you're fucking applying to U.A, like you said you would?"

Kyosuke nodded. "I am."

Bakugou grinned. "That's good. You'd better make it in so I can murder your ass, you fucking bastard." The other boy couldn't help but grin as well- Bakugou's tenacity was infectious. The rest of the students watched in astonishment. Had Bakugou actually encouraged someone? And hadn't called him an extra? And Kirihara, of all people?

The blond sat back down, prompting the teacher to say, "That will be all. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyosuke sighed in relief, picking up his bag and putting his books into it, one by one, as everyone else filed out, talking among themselves and ignoring the white-haired boy. All, that is, except three people.

"Think you're such hot shit, do you?" The angry snarl came from the lackey, who had approached him and slammed a hand on his desk. Kyosuke looked up, unimpressed at the show of power. Besides the long-nailed boy, there was the fat one with red wings, who was sneering at him, and Bakugou himself, who was looking at him emotionlessly. Kyosuke looked back at the seething boy and frowned slightly. "What's your problem?"

The boy suddenly smiled. "My problem is Quirkless fucks like you thinking they're the next big thing, when in reality they're just nerds and teacher's pets. You wanna be a hero, you jerk?"

Kyosuke raised his eyebrow. "I'm not Quirkless."

"Oh right, I forgot," laughed the lackey, and spat on the mass of white hair on Kyosuke's scalp. "Having a bad hair day?"

In an instant, the boy had risen from his seat, grabbed the long-nailed bastard, punched him twice on the jaw hard enough to bruise, before kneeing him and pinning him against the wall. "Apologize!" Kyosuke shouted furiously. "Apologize, and maybe I won't take this to the principal!"

"Fucking- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me the fuck go!" the lackey shouted. Red Wings behind him was gibbering fearfully, and Bakugou had tensed, but was doing nothing. Kyosuke squeezed tightly enough to nearly pop the boy's arm from its socket before letting him go in disgust. "You ought to be taught a lesson. Still feel that I can't become a hero, you ass?"

The lackey did not respond.

Kyosuke shuddered in disgust as the rather large glob of spit started dripping down his neck. Rushing to the bathroom (ignoring Red Wings and nodding briefly at Bakugou), he managed to wash it off with the aid of four tissues, lukewarm water and ten minutes. He took one more minute to calm down, before heading out the bathroom and out of school. He took a moment to consider that no one had seen or commented on the Omnitrix, and mulled over it to take his mind off of the incident. Well, better for him; he could put off thinking up awkward explanations until later. Kyosuke yawned widely, feeling his jaw almost crack from the strain. It had been a long day, and he was ready to just go home.

As he made his way underneath a bridge, he noticed a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. Suspicious, he looked around, seeing nothing except a drain through which greenish-brown mud was leaking. He looked around some more. Something…wasn't right.

A sudden, swift movement behind him made him gasp. The slime had shot out of the drain in a tidal wave of stink and mud, two jaundiced eyeballs maliciously gazing at him. Kyosuke instinctively moved backward, activating his watch, but the slime was much faster.

"Stop struggling," it whispered, gargled, as it wrapped itself around him. He gasped and sputtered, the stink enveloping him completely. "Well, well, well…here I was looking for a good body to take for a brief ride, and here you come. Quite the looker, aren't you?"

"Get…off me!" gasped Kyosuke. He couldn't breathe properly, couldn't see anything, couldn't think about anything except getting away, getting away…

"Jeez, kid!" the villain laughed as he tried to tear himself free. "I'm only borrowing your body for a minute or so, there's no need to get all worked up!"

Only one thing to do. Turning the dial and slapping down the Omnitrix's watch face, green light started to erupt from his body. The slime villain roared in shock as the boy's body began to change, peach skin moulding into pink and purple crystal, going thinner and taller.

"Chromastone!" the boy (alien?) yelled, his confidence restored by the change. "Time to send you to hell, villain!" he growled as his hands glowed with rainbow-coloured energy.

"What are you?!" the slime gargled in shock, clearly not having expected this at all. It screamed as the crystalline humanoid peppered it with bolts of light, sizzling its liquiform body. Chromastone didn't keep up the barrage for much longer, though- he threw up a large beam of brightness and changed back to human form, snatching up his bag and running.

"You won't get away!" yowled the slime villain, chasing after him.

"No," came a new voice, one that Kyosuke recognized. Instantly, his heart lightened, and relief spread through his body-

He was here.

"It is you who won't get away, villain! HA HAHAHAA!"

A hulking man, with blond hair like golden waves and a smile that could light up the Sun charged into the underpass with terrifying speed. It was all Kyosuke could do to not get blown away as All Might, the current Number One Hero and venerated as the Symbol of Peace, pulled back his fist and punched outward.

"Close your eyes, young man! Texas…Smash!"

The next thing Kyosuke heard (he had done as All Might had asked, and shut his eyes) was the screech of the slime villain as it was blasted into hundreds of drops of stinking sludge by All Might's simple, yet devastating special move. Several moments of quiet passed before he dared to open his eyes once more.

The underpass was completely free of sludge- apparently, All Might's attack had been enough to defeat the villain, surmised Kyosuke. Speaking of which…Kyosuke turned around to see the Number One Hero screwing the lid of a plastic bottle (in which floated a single bloodshot eyeball in green slime) on firmly. It was all the boy could do not to start fanboying, right then and there.

"…uh, All Might-san," called Kyosuke quietly. He didn't ask whether All Might was okay, or whether the slime villain had hurt him. "Is…is it safe now?"

"Why, yes!" chuckled the hero, turning towards Kyosuke and grinning. "I must say, young man, I was quite impressed with the way you handled my Texas Smash. Not many people are still awake after experiencing it, even from the side, you know? Very nice!" All Might flashed a thumbs-up at him.

Kyosuke reddened at the praise. At least, he didn't seem to be making any mention of Chromastone, which saved him the trouble of explaining exactly how he could turn into a sentient being made of precious (or so he thought) crystals, that could also shoot rainbow lasers. "Um, All Might-san, could I get your-?"

"Already done!" He picked up Kyosuke's English notebook from his (open) bag and flipped to the last page, where a signature, complete with little stars and stripes, was done in thick black pen. 'This guy is totally Number One! He thinks of every detail!' Kyosuke thought to himself gushingly.

"Now I really must be going, young man!" All Might prepared to leap into the air, and Kyosuke didn't stop him. He only called out, "I'm a big fan, All Might!" as the hero sped away with two bottles full of slime villain, as a gesture of support, before moving on his way. He had been planning to hit the dojo after dropping off his things- he really needed a distraction after all of today's events, after all- but he was quite tired.

All he would do now was sleep.

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