"Alright mister Mizaki, these pills are a bit more potent than they used to be, as such you only need to take one a week." Samael's doctor said. Handing him a small yellow bottle.

He took it gingerly, examining it with a curious eye and shaking the bottle, the rattle of the pills inside being a cold reminder that this wasn't just some horrible dream.

Samael really was the first case of Bipolar disorder in over a century, the last known case being some American man name James Donald, who was also New York City's symbol of peace back then. His Quirk being the ability to manipulate matter on an atomic level. It wasn't exactly encouragement, but it did make him feel good to know that he was a symbol of greatness despite having a condition that could be debilitating that wasn't a Quirk.

"Thanks Doc." Samael said, putting the pill bottle in his school bag and hoisting it over his shoulder, giving a brisk nod to him he strolled out of the medical room and out of the hospital into the cool twilight.

He sighed and flipped his black hood over his head from a hoodie that he recently bought to hide his face as much as he could from the general public.

Something he did a lot it seemed right now. Hide away as to not be scrutinized and verbally attacked (sometimes physically) due to his fathers legacy. He clenched his fists in anger at the unfairness and began the extremely long walk back home. The subway trains and buses had been closed the entire day due to a villain attack, not that it mattered considering it was night time, so they'd be closed regardless. Either way, it meant he had to walk almost six miles to get back home.

There was one positive to this though, the lack of people on the street at night provided a sense of comfort to Samael and made it easy for him to move without being spotted, allowing him to walk comfortably and almost casually with his hands in his pockets. It allowed him to relax in his thoughts and think about the past two weeks and the event in two short days.

All Might had put him and Izuku through almost literal hell with the training and Samael was still feeling the effects of it, his body was sore and his mind was Hazy despite his thoughts as he walked. The training was worth it though, Samael was stronger and faster than he was before, as well as more proficient with hand to hand combat. An Izuku was now able to channel the power of One For All throughout his body at a 7% maximum, a far cry from the 2% he could only barely manage before. He also started adding kicks to his repertoire. Samael had made the joke that now Izuku could break his legs with enthusiasm but was met with silence back then.

He had made it about a mile down the block before he realized something rather disturbing. There was literally nobody around right now. Usually at this time there would still be stragglers and younger people out partying. Or the homeless who were making the treks to the nearest homeless shelters for the night.

But right now, there was nothing but a crippling silence that sent cold water down Samael's spine. Not even the sound of the wind or the scratches of the many cats that seemed to linger around here. That made Samael feel like something was critically wrong, almost on instinct he took out his phone and dialed the first number he had up there without bothering to look.

Somehow though he was still surprised and unsurprised when Kyoka Jirou picked up the phone. As she, Yaoyorozu and Kaminari had gotten closer to him recently, often helping him with random things like grocery shopping or anything else mundane. "Samael? This is unexpected, what are you calling out of the blue for?"

He heard the faint sounds of the American rock music that Kyoka loved so much in the background and a male voice asking her who she was talking too. "Uh… Samael? Hello? Did you butt dial me dude?"

Samael blinked as he realized he hadn't spoken, relief pouring into him that he wasn't stuck in some sort of time freeze Quirk, he let out a breathless laugh and spoke. "N-no, not at all. I didn't really have a particular reason, I was just freaked out and needed to hear someone's voice."

"What's got you so freaked out?" She asked, curiosity and mild concern in her voice, he explained the situation to her as he walked, looking back on occasion as despite talking to someone he still felt very uneasy.

"Huh." Jirou said. Her ultimate wisdom shining bright. "That's weird. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you? A six mile walk in the silent dark is a little nerve-racking even if you didn't have Bipolar disorder." on the other end of the line Samael let out a gasp.

"It's not the bipolar-ism doing it." Samael said suddenly. His eyes wide with fear. "All For one." He let out in almost a breathless whisper.

"E-excuse me, what the hell did you just say?" Jirou asked, her voice rising an octave.

"Jirou. You need to get every pro out here to my area. Right now. I'm hanging up now." Samael said, his voice shaking.

"W-what the hell are you talking about? You better not hang up this damn phone!" Jirou said, but it was to late, the beeping from the phone signaling that he wasn't there anymore. "Shit… SHIT."

Samael actually gulped as he stared down All for one, the worlds number one villain. "Hello father." He managed to say, but it sounded weak to his ears. All for one radiated power and malice so thick Samael could swear it was visible. And he instinctively knew that it wasn't a Quirk that was giving off that effect. Even with the casual stance his father took of having his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, only taking them out to reveal gloved hands that re-adjusted the red tie around the black suit he also wore. Samael couldn't see his face, it was covered by that metallic mask, he couldn't remember if he ever even had seen his father's face before.

"Hello, my son." All for one said in a greeting so friendly it threw Samael for a loop. "It's been quite a while. I'm pleased you remember me."

"I couldn't forget my own father could I?" Samael tried to hide his fear with a conversational gambit. But it was weak to his own ears and All for one knew it was just a mask. That Malice suddenly increased ten-fold, almost driving the immortal teenager to his knees.

"Don't you play that game with me you cunning little viper." He growled. "I know you hate me more than anything. Especially for the way these people are treating you. And for what I did to you. I know you remember me cutting off your head and dropping you from the sky."

Samael's throat constricted and he forgot what it felt like to breath. "w-w-why t-t-the hell are y-you h-h-here? T-t-t-then? I-it cant b-be f-f-for s-some father s-son bonding." He choked the words out like Izuku usually did when he had a nervous breakdown, granted he only got that way around Uraraka really, this was an entirely different beast all together.

"To take you back home obviously." All for one said in that conspiratorially friendly voice, making Samael's body grow cold enough to freeze Todoroki's fire side. "You are being taught to be a Hero." He said that word with such disdain that he didn't even bother to try and hide.

Samael suddenly found some strength in his voice. "Rather be a hero than someone like you." He took an involuntary step back, mentally preparing for the rage to hit him.

Surprisingly, it didn't. Instead All for one sighed like a father whose child had talked back to him and he was tired of it. "When will this… rebellious phase end my son, I gave you the blessing of immortality and you choose to be ungrateful for it by trying to be a hero? You cant fool me… I know you don't really care about being one.

Samael suddenly snapped, rage boiling in him exploding like a volcano. " This… fucking 'blessing' has been ruining my life! I'd rather be Quirk-less and a nobody than to have this power and be your son!"

Suddenly All for one was in front of him, black and red metal prongs stabbing into his chest, Samael groaning from the sudden pain

"You'd rather be… Powerless!?" All for one growled savagely. "Remember my superpower son? I can make that happen!"

Suddenly, Samael chuckled darkly. "Heh… Heh Heh…. I see through that ruse father, I know you can't take it or you would have long ago, my immortality allowing you to fuel your ambitions? It's just in your reach, but if you took my power away from me it would kill you and I know your scared, scared of the person you gave that power too becoming a hero..." Suddenly, Samael's arm started being enveloped by that black aura.

All for one didn't notice. "There it is." He said suddenly, caressing his sons cheek almost affectionately. "There's my weapon. The killer instinct I taught you to have, I love it when your switch flips, when it does you do whatever it takes to survive. Even kill."

"Here's… a lovely secret… father. "Samael said with disdain. "I remember how to do this!"

Samael punched his father in the stomach, a hard right hook blowing him back backwards almost an entire block, the pure force of the attack making the ground tremble, the glass on nearby building's windows shattering from the power the teenager showed.

Samael hacked up blood then dropped dead. And All for one slowly got up, deactivating a shield Quirk he had stolen years ago. "Wasn't expecting that." He mumbled as Samael gasped and came back to life, slowly getting back to his feet.

"You know son, that attack is strong but it wont help much if it just kills you." All for one called out.

"Good… thing… I'm immortal." He said, somehow managing to be snarky while he was breathing hard and wiping blood off his lips. That was much stronger than before, seems like that training really has paid off. If only I didn't die using that skill.

"And good thing that WE ARE HERE!" A voice suddenly yelled from the sky. Samael nearly collapsed in relief as All Might and about thirty other pro's hit scene, as well as all of Class 1-A.

"Everybody..." Tears burned in Samael's eyes but didn't fall, the weight of them seemed to make him sag to the ground. He heard footsteps run up beside him and barrel into him, wrapping him into a bone crushing hug.

"You… freaking asshole! Be more specific next time!" Jirou cried out, squeezing Samael even harder. "I was so worried do you have any idea how scared I was!?"

"Crushing… me..." Samael gasped out, Jirou releasing the vice grip on him. "Ow… i'm surprised you got them here that quickly."

"Your my best friend. "Jirou said factually. "I'm upset I couldn't get them here fast enough."

"That doesn't matter now." All Might said stepping forward. "You kids weren't supposed to be here." He helped Samael to his feet and kept his hand on his shoulder. "Get going, we pros will handle this."

"First you take my son from me, and now you think to fight me?" All for one was enraged, but not even he could fight against thirty pro heroes at once. "This… is a little to hot for even my liking."

All for one began to rise in the air, using a levitation Quirk he had stolen years prior. "My son, mark my words, one day you will be my weapon again. And the people you fight with now will be the ones you kill. Because that's all you ever are. My weapon." All for one suddenly blasted off so fast it caused a sonic boom.

Suddenly all was silent, and Samael suddenly felt almost desperately tired, half tempted to fall asleep right on the sidewalk. His classmates ran up to him and began to bombard him with questions. Annihilating that train of thought.

"Dude, that guy was your father?"

"Are you okay? Are you injured? Mizaki-kun!"

"Merci, you look terrible, are you still feeling fabulous?"

"Dude that was so manly of you! How could you stand up to your own father like that? I wouldn't have been able to."

"Enough everybody. Can't you see he's tired?" Yaoyorozu said and took his arm to help keep Samael standing. Kaminari, uncharacteristically silent hoisted one of Samael arms around his shoulders.

"Mizaki-kun." The last voice caught his attention through his haze filled brain, and he turned to look at Aizawa with a raised-tired eyebrow expression. An uncharacteristic concern in his dark eyes. "What did he say to you before we got here?"

"A lot…" Samael said vaguely. "I'm… really sleepy now sir..." In fact, Samael was suddenly so tired he couldn't support his own weight anymore, and promptly sagged down, actually falling asleep while standing up, All his weight suddenly being supported by his friends holding him and Aizawa instinctively catching him. Class 1-A stared in what was an odd silence, especially for the more active students of the class.

"He's cold..." Aizawa complained, hoisting him over his shoulder and onto All Might, who was waiting to receive him.

"Do you think his Quirk makes him sleepy after he comes back from death?" Yaoyorozu wondered aloud.

"That's a possibility." All might said. "But I'd rather not think about it right now."

"Take him home." Aizawa said. "We need at least seven heroes watching his house tonight and tomorrow, I'll make a house call to speak with him personally to find out what else All for one said to him."

Aizawa suddenly rounded on his students with a stern glare. "I should expel every last one of you, even though we did no fighting, you still came here when we told you specifically not too."

All Might looked at Izuku, unspoken words passing between them. Especially you young Midoriya, that was reckless considering the power you have.

I know All might, but I don't think I was wrong in doing this.

"We weren't just going to leave him, even If all of you came." Kirishima said. "That isn't manly at all."

"Tch. I just wanted to fight that piece of shit." Bakugo said. Everyone sighed.

"He's… scared of my Quirk… I could tell." Samael suddenly mumbled from upon All Might's shoulder.

"What?" Aizawa asked with wide eyes, walking up to the half-conscious Samael.

"If he takes… my Quirk… it could kill him… and he wants it so badly… but he can't take it." Samael's eyes fluttered shut again, and light snores could be heard if you listened well enough.

Aizawa stared a moment longer dumbfounded before shaking his head before turning back to All Might. All might nodded and took off, the wind pressure from his speed tilting Aizawa for a moment.

"You student's need to return home." Aizawa said to them. "There's no telling whether or not he'll attack any of you to get to us or Samael, especially since he's seen all of you now."

Line Break

"Any report on last night after All for one appeared?" Aizawa asked a de-muscled All Might, who was sitting in the teacher's lounge with him. Usually he would still be napping at this time, but this was more important.

Toshinori sighed. "No and I'm glad there wasn't, I was at my limit last night for my transformation"

Aizawa raised a concerned eyebrow. "Has your limit gone down even more?"

"No, in fact it's risen from fifty minutes to an hour, which is strange, but good."

Aizawa hummed and looked out a nearby window showing the courtyard and the schools front gates. There was still an hour before students got to school, aside from Lida who was already sitting in class. (Aizawa let him in then walked away).

"Should we cancel the festival?" Aizawa wondered aloud.

"No, absolutely not." Toshinori said immediately and firmly. "The students need healthy competition, they've been through too many villain attacks right now, this is good for them."

"I wouldn't call Samael and Bakugo's hatred for each other 'friendly competition' to be frank."

"True. But I wasn't just talking about them." Toshinori smiled ruefully. "I meant the rivalry as a whole between class A and class B, they're all very talented students."

Aizawa snorted. "I would have already expelled half of class B."

Toshinori chuckled. "And that's why your Class A's homeroom teacher, instead of B. Blood king is good for them, and your good for class A."

"They are all rough around the edges though, both Class A and B." Aizawa said, looking at the symbol of peace's true form he sighed. "So is Samael coming today?"

Toshinori shook his head. "I told him this morning by phone to get some rest, he's earned it, did you notice how the glass windows on the nearby buildings were completely shattered?

"Yeah? What about it?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

"That was Samael's power. He remembered during the league of villains attack how to use his Quirk for attacking, it's… very, very powerful. But every-time he uses it the drawback kills him."

Aizawa sighed irritably. "So we've got another glass cannon, I'll have to figure out how to teach him not to kill himself with his own Quirk, he may be immortal… but how many times has he died since he's been in this school? Nine? Ten times?"

"I haven't really kept track of it."

"Well we..." Aizawa sighed again, and his voice became softer. "We should have been… we should have done more to prevent it… he may be immortal… but how many times can someone die before it changes you?"

"Do you believe that's the reason for his Bipolar disorder?" Toshinori asked, unsure if he wanted the answer to the question.

"Think about it." Aizawa rubbed his temples, trying to stave off a headache. "He has the first case of Bipolarism in over a century, a condition that Quirks eventually killed off. It's just conjecture, a mere guess. And I have no evidence and no way of ever knowing. But maybe him dying repeatedly has… messed with him? I don't know..."

"You're right. We don't." Toshinori agreed. "But maybe he's just a medical anomaly, like being Quirk-less nowadays."

"Maybe" Aizawa hoped, then gave a shit-eating grin. "To be fair, to some, having no Quirk is considered normal. While having one is considered an anomaly."

"That means nothing to this conversation." Toshinori said, though he was grinning too.

Both teacher's alarms simultaneously went off, letting them know it was time for the school day to officially begin, Aizawa sighed as he stood up, already seeing students file in through U.A's school gates.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Aizawa cursed as he watched Samael walk through the gates as well, chatting amicably with Izuku about some unknown subject.

"Seems like he didn't listen to my words." Toshinori sighed.

"I'm going to wrap him up in bubble wrap and throw him in a closet I swear to god." Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Toshinori chuckled.

Line break.

Samael didn't know he had fallen asleep until Present Mic gently shook him awake, he shot up in his seat like he was shot out of a cannon and nearly fell out of it, causing his classmates to laugh. "As your teacher I should be upset that you fell asleep, but considering recent events I can let it slide." He said.

"Now, back to work class! I placed your assignments on your desks, you have an hour before the end of the day, get to it!" Present Mic yelled out, sitting at his desk he perked up again. "Also, you can work with a partner if you wish!" Then leaned over and began grading papers.

Samael blinked the sleepiness from his eyes and sat up straight, he wondered if the medication he took this morning had a sleepy side effect to it, as his head swam and his eyes drooped. Jesus Christ, if this is how i'm going to feel after taking my medication then how am I gonna get through this school year.

The thought jolted him awake as he realized: when did I start caring about this stuff?

The scratching of a desk in his direction made him look up out of curiosity.

He raised an eyebrow as Yaoyorozu plopped down in front of him with her notebook, assignment and pen. He realized that Kaminari and Jirou had already been with him the past two days, and today was Yaoyorozu's turn.

He sighed, prompting her to give him a confused look. "You don't need to constantly watch me you know, I'm not a baby and I can handle myself. And I don't like how you all get harassed when seen with me." It was the truth, when they were with him they were also sent glares of hatred and disbelief, as if they couldn't believe they were hanging out with the son of a villain.

"We don't watch you at all. We're your friend, and friend's look out for each other." She responded in kind, the tone of her voice being one of finality.

Samael wasn't in the mood for finality however: "That's not the point, my point is that I don't want you to be hated."

"And my point is that I don't care about being hated because I love you so much." Yaoyorozu snapped, then froze. Samael's eyes widened.

"That's a… bold choice of words." Samael said. "I'm… sure you meant in that platonic way right?" Samael was suddenly nervous, a pit in his stomach that he couldn't describe.

Yaoyorozu cleared her throat and spoke in a dignified tone, however her face was crimson. "That's exactly how I meant it, my apologies. I'm not used to expressing my emotions to my friends… so I tend to be a bit… erratic."

Samael nodded in amusement. "I can tell." He said in a playful tone, Yaoyorozu sighed.

"Must you always tease someone?" She said with an eye-roll, but her lips were perked up in a small smile.

She's… really pretty when she smiles like that. Samael thought. Then very nearly actually smacked himself in the face. Where the hell did that thought come from?

"W-we should do this assignment." Samael said, offering up a wry grin. "We're wasting time."

"Agreed."

A/N: This chapter took a bit longer to come out because my subscription to microsoft word expired and It wouldnt let me copy and paste my words to another program, so I had to download a new program called LibreOffice and rewrite half of this chapter and finish it at the same time and whooo boi that was a pain In my ass.

I got a review asking me if the pairing was going to be OC x Jirou and my answer? I don't know. I enjoy romance, a lot actually for a male. But I was thinking about doing more platonic relationships. While dropping hints about something that could be later as to not be completely devoid, I feel like romance play's a massive part in developing characters in any story. I'm still debating on who to pair my OC with, but I'm leaning a bit towards Jirou and Momo. I also want to give a shoutout to Withdrawncar14 for putting my story in his community, i've never been in one before, and a grin broke out on my face when I saw he put me in it. So thank you.