A/N: HEY! Hope you enjoy this short, sideproject-ish, story. If you are just reading this while waiting for my next chapter of my BNHA Assassin's Creed AU/Crossover fic, then hold on tight for a bit longer! I really just feel like i need to get two or three short stories out/started. Because I need to get back into the mood to write these. I really don't wan't to abandon my AC-AU fic, but I was getting bored of writing JUST FOR THAT STORY. Hope you lot can have fun with this until then :D.

Also, for the rest of you guys, who arent waiting for my other fic, have fun all the same! And now the story…

The past few weeks had been hectic for poor Jacob Stein.

(BEGIN FLASHBACK!...)

First, he had been woken up early, after a long, and sleepless, night. The only upside was that when he arrived at Sheldon County High, he would be able to walk to his first block classroom without interacting with any people. The halls were eerily silent that day, but Jacob found himself roaming the halls for a good 15 minutes, and by now the halls were just starting to fill with students. He had begun to sing to himself, the song "Paradise" by Coldplay(his friend, Abigail Stanley. She had been showing him songs he might like, cuz he had very… specific, tastes in music). When a sudden chill washed over him, and he heard a tapping from behind him. When he turned around, he recognized the figure of Hector Sallinski.

(EXPOSITION TIME! What? You don't want to get the extended background of Hector's basic character, and his effect on Jacob? WELL SUCKS TO BE YOU! NOW READ PEASANT! MUHAHAHAHHAHAH!...)

Hector Salinski, a 16 year old boy who stood at 6ft. 5 1/2in., his skin was a light shade of brownish-cream(similar to the skin tone of people from the northwest corner of The Middle East; AKA- slightly brighter tone than most arabic peoples). The boy was semi-chubby. But had quite the advantage of strength over most students his age(minus the Football, Soccer, and Lacrosse Teams). Jacob swore that the kid could shoulder-ram a solid oak-wood door, and either split it open, or tear the thing off by the hinges, and not break a sweat.

Hector was a student of… well, let's just say that he required a "special" education system. He was not hindered so much that he could not take regular classes, with Jacob and other students. But he had next to no social awareness, when he interacted with his peers. He would often interrupt both teacher and student alike. Hector would also, frequently, halt others' conversations just to make the same old pun about star wars or marvel. For most of Jacob's fellow junior classmates, hector was a welcomed distraction from whatever class they had with him. They all seemed to find his(and I mean this in the actual definition of the word) retarded social progression amusing. However, Jacob always dreaded when he had US History with Mr. Leon Isacc teaching. Jacob found that Hector's loudness reflected his own such loudness of yesteryear. Jacob also found that the other students reaction towards hector to be irritating, not because he hated Hector, nor the students. But rather, because he had a very unique outlook on school(and life in general) when compared to that of the majority of the school(and that of the average high school student in the United States in 2017). This ethical/moral code he had constructed, relied on the efficiency and productivity of the student, and focus on taking good opportunity instead of "following your passion" as the world chanted monotonously.

But, when Jacob saw Hector, intentionally and accidentally, make obligatory(and LOUD) scenes in his classes, all to get the whole class to focus on him rather than the curriculum, it infurriated Jacob. However, Jacob could not allow himself to fall prey to the distractions from his work. And so far, he had made it through high school fine. He felt that he needed to cut all unnecessary classes from his schedule, until he had all the Common Courses either finished, or far ahead of pace.

(End of exposition! Sorry about the length of that :|...)

But, when Jacob turned around to see Hector. He realized just how fucked he truly was. Because Hector was Hauling ASS down the, nearly-vacant, hallway. By the time Jacob saw this, and processed it, there was no time to get out of the way. Hector was not violent, not at heart, but he was as unaware of Jacob, as he was of appropreate, and respectfull, social educate. The boy had slammed into jacob. However, Hector didn't react AT ALL. He kept berreling down the halls, leaving Jacob on the ground with all his school supplies(papers, notebooks, etc.) scattered all over the floor around the red-head.

For you see, Jacob has not carried a backpack for a good two years. Mostly because, he didn't know of any he had at home, and because he was too focused on having everything he needed at hand, and in sight of him. Because digging through a backpack for a notebook, or any other class work, took too long in his opinion. He much prefered to have all his essentials in a stack that was semi-organized(not anymore thanks to the giant teen that had just kocked him down like a bitch)

Jacob managed to gather all his things back into a stack he could carry.

Well, almost everything… his english classes assigned read-of-the-month, was Erich Maria Remarque's classic novel "All Quiet on the Western Front" a work of historical fiction. It was one of the few class assigned books he had ever gotten and had quite enjoyed. However, Recently, his english teacher, Mrs. Taylor, had been seemingly flooded with more work, and ever increasing numbers of students having sit-downs with her. See the fall break had really gotten to the people in the class. Now, the book had to be finished earlier than expected(no biggie Jacob thought), but now, they had a unit on presentation, and individual projects using texts of our choosing. And these two parts of the curriculum had headbutted to create a second semester of chaos for her english class.

But now, the Classic novel was missing. 'How the hell did it just fucking disappear!?' he thought to himself as he frantically searched the baren tile floor.

"oh no! Mrs. Taylor is gonna kick my ass if i don't finish the book…" Jacob said to himself as he came to the realization he had lost the book to the forces of the universe.

Suddenly, the school's ringing intercom signaled that there was only5 minutes to get to the first period classes. The ringing tone lasted about 2 seconds.

"Fuck" the teen muttered, "Whatever! I will find it later… today is not my fuckin day." he then grabbed his stack of things, and rushed off to english class…

(END OF FLASHBACK!)

That had been the first day, of the weeks, of hell that Jacob had been enduring. Mrs. Taylor had further been distressed by a student losing his book. This only made Jacob feel guilty for making the teacher's life even harder for her to manage.

Today was the last day of school until winter break. Though Jacob wouldn't be able to fully enjoy the holidays this year, he had asked his teachers to give him as much remedial work, and future units, to work on over break. He felt he needed to get this "Com-Cor" classes out of the way so he could have a senior year with enough free time to both, go to his workplace, and pursue all the financial opportunities he could through college courses. That was his plan at least. But it would mean he had to only stop working to celebrate Christmas morning, and then go right back to work after everyone was done with their festivities. He felt that he could do this if it meant he could actually do something with his life that would help the country, and the world, as much as he could. And he had concluded, that the only way he could do any REAL good for the rest, was through getting the higher education after High School(College).

Jacob knew how little he would really need most of the skills provided by the "Com-Cor" classes on the higher levels. But he knew that he was better off to get all that out of his way this year, so as to allow for next year to be his year of beginning the path of helping the world through logical argument, facts, and manipulating the true goals of politicians, and companies, to get them what they wanted(increased profits, public support, and political power/longevity), while still finding ways to boost the economy in the ways he knew could only be don't by either one, or both, of the two groups listed previously. This all was so far out of his reach, but he knew if he was to do these things, he MUST devote his early life to TRUE education, while avoiding the regressive leftist radicals who flooded the news, and commentators from all sides(mainly coming from the far left *COUGH* they ruined the name Liberal those Marxist dumbasses) like Hannity, or all of the mainstream media for that matter, who do the exact same thing.

This blatant disregard for the truth made Jacob sick, he saw the people who rioted and broke laws, and these suit/dress wearing shitheads. And Jacob had given them all a label: "the true villains to peace"

These included the far left, ALL socialists, all the Mainstream media, and the fucksticks who advocate for special treatment for just their appearance… and they call all white men racists… ugh, kill me.

This is why Jacobe saw himself as an independent. But he had better things to do than worry about this shit anymore until he was out of college!...

You can skip this part if you want, this i made it boldend! Just to elaborate on my views{Jacob also had under this label, plenty of politicians who outright showed their unwillingness to do their job of running the gov. TONS OF "news" ANCHORS FROM BOTH SIDES!. And SO MUCH MORE THINGS HE SAW AS PEOPLE WHO HAVE PERVERTED THEIR POSITION TO PUSH AGENDAS ONLY! No longer did they push real chance, and real improvements at all. The last work of good they had done, was done during the reagan administration, not the admin. Intelf! But some of the change done under it. After that, the gov gave companies way to pollute like its 1925! And so much more I could go one for days.}

But today was going relatively better than the weeks prior. He had made it to 4th block, his US History class, without any serious hitch! However, Jacob could feel it in his gut that this wouldn't last much longer, knowing his luck.

And he was right, while he sat alone in the empty corner of the room, he quietly began to sing the song "Something Just Like This" (by coldplay & The Chainsmokers) went unheard by hes class because of their usual loudness and conversations that could cause a person to drink bleach out of pure cringe. Now, the end to tranquility came. After a brief erie chill engulfed him in his seat, and a freezing cold spell on his left shoulder, he started to get slightly paranoid. However it disappeared as soon as it came, and Mr. Isacc had brought him back to reality for the time being.

After the class change had started, Jacob realized that he had completely forgotten about the chemistry exam today, in fact he had put the class to the background the entire past few weeks. He instantly broke from a walking pace, to a nervous-like fast-walk to the 5th period classroom. He was nearly jogging actually, when a bright blue light engulfed his vision. When the flash subsided, he instantly felt his body slam into a window.

"AAAAGH! Son of a-, OW! What the?!" he shouted

'What the fuck? A window?' he thought. There couldn't be a window in the middle of the innermost hallway in the complex?

He would have kept his composure if he didn't notice the unfamiliar city-scape outside. He then began to officially FREAK THE FUCK OUT!

"WHAT THE HELL! WHERE AM I-" he turned to see an entire class of unfamiliar teens, which included: a pink girl!?, a guy with a bird's head, and a really tall guy with SIX FUCKING ARMS?!,

Up at the front of the strange class, stood a thin guy with a very 80's punk-rock vibe coming off of his wardrobe choices. The man also wore a speaker-looking-thing on his neck, and chin. And to top it off, he had his blonde hair standing straight up, and he adorned flashy aviator sunglasses on his face.

"WAIT! WHO ARE YOU! W-w-w-" he fumbled over his words with anxiety.

Suddenly, a student with ashy-blonde hair that was shaped like a firework that was paused mid-burst, screamed something that sounded like gibberish. However jacob knew the tone he held behind his gibberish words. It was ANGER, no doubt.

"WHAAUH!" jacob yelped as he stumbled backwards. He had tripped on one of his many fallen Pre-Cal packets, and fell down.

*SMACK*

Right after he had begun to fall, he was overcome by a sudden intense pain in his skull, and a ringing in his ears. He could no longer speak, he was unable to move. And as his vision was filled by countless black spots, he only heard muffled yelling before everything faded into obscurity…

(HOURS LATER...3 to be exact)

Jacob had awoken to a brightly lit, pure white room, with two hospital beds, and several machines all around. He just remembered the intense pain from his fall, but just barely. However, it was gone. He shot upright, sitting in the bed, he saw his things on a night-stand to the right of his bed. But what he quickly noticed was, that his long-since lost book, was with his things, it even had his name written in sharpie on the dust cover, like Mrs. Taylor had done for all the student's copies of the novel.

'What the hell is going on here? How the hell could my book be here?' his mind sparked in reccollection, 'WAIT! WHERE THE HELL AM I?' his mind repeated that question a million times in his head, for what seemed like an eternity. That was, until a massive hand grabbed his shoulder in a friendly manner. Jacob turned to see who it was next to him.

"All… All Might?" Jacob was only able to get that out for him to hear. His voice and facial expression expressed more bewilderment, than fear, now.

All Might responded with a question in japanese. Jacob still only heard gibberish.

"W-what?" he said

"I, I can't understand you." he sputtered, his voice still hoarse with pure anxiety.

(TO BE CONTINUED!...)