"...In other news, residents of the Chiyoda ward were left shocked today when the battered body of local Riku Kaito has been found with multiple stab wounds in his lower abdomen. His body was then left on the street for the locals to find in the early hours of the day. Mr. Kaito was then rushed to hospital, where he is expected to make a slow recovery. Reports, eyewitnesses and friends to the victim of this unprovoked attack claim that this was an attack that was done by Quirked locals. Mr. Kaito is a known member of the HDF, that's the Human Defence Force, and is vocal about his opposition to the high school for known Quirked students, Yuuei, claiming that its existence presents a danger to members of the city as a breeding ground for extremism.

This news comes just less than a day after an attack by Quirkless individuals on the high school, in which homemade tear gas was used to harm several students. The individuals responsible for this attack have been taken into protective custody. Members of this attack claimed to be merely retaliating for the unprovoked assault of Sora Reo, another member of the Human Defence Force, although no links to the high school have been proven.

In response to these violent attacks, in which many Quirkless people were harmed, the government has just this morning passed a law which makes any uses of Quirks completely illegal without the supervision and permission of law enforcers. People who are found to be using their Quirks will be sent to a jail cell without trial until a later date."

Katsuki scowled at the news, disgusted by both the reporter for just conveying this absolute crap, and the actual news itself. Extended hatred did exist for the red haired man on the television screen though - The man was Todoroki's bastard of a father. The bi-coloured boy had no shortage of frankly horrific things to say about him. The kind of person he was… The Explosion Quirk user could feel his palms secreting their explosive liquid already, causing several small detonations within his palms.

Secondly, it was the news itself, and the absolute garbage that it was talking. To him, the intention of this was clear as crystal, and it pissed him off extraordinarily. This could have easily been an attack by someone Quirked, sure, but it could even have been done by someone Quirkless.

After all, this entire situation was being treated as though the Quirked were definitely the guilty party, and as a direct result, their ability to protect themselves had just been snatched from them.

For years, Quirked people had at the very least, the ability to protect themselves using their Quirks. It was one of the few rights that honestly, they could enjoy. Of course, it was extraordinarily for someone to claim that you had gone overboard, particularly when it came to Katsuki and his Quirk, but frankly, by the time anyone had even tried to mess with him, the argument had already been won. His Quirk was so powerful, that people usually just got the hell out of his way.

Now, if someone came at him with a metal pole and tried to beat his head in, he couldn't use his Quirk to protect himself if he wanted to avoid jail time. Instead he had to either fight them without his Quirk, or just run the hell away from them, because now it didn't matter who was in the right and who was in the wrong. People had less reason to fear the Quirked for the sheer amount they could do – Often the main thing that stopped someone from trying assault a Quirked person, whom had very few rights in the first place, was their right to use their abilities to keep themselves and others safe.

Technically, there had never been a law that allowed Quirked people to use their powers to keep themselves protected, but there were no laws against it either. Lack of law was basically an admission that Quirks could be used to protect themselves. Quirks weren't technically weapons, but a part of the biology of the person. When attacked, a person could use their hands to protect themselves, and Quirks were as fundamental a part of a person as a hand was. It gave the Quirked some protection at least. Something that they could take solace in, that made bigots think twice before trying to harass Quirked people – That those who had powers could protect themselves if they had to.

And that right had just been stripped from them. No matter what they did, all a Quirkless bigot needed to do now was provoke, or make them desperate them enough that they'd use their Quirks. And then they could just report it, and that Quirked person was utterly screwed.

It was possible that this had been a plan from the start! A Quirkless person could have even done this, and then blamed it on the Quirked. Hell, the guy who got stabbed could even be in on it! He was part of that toxic group, the Human Defence Force, this was just the kind of move he'd expect them to pull.

As much of a conspiracy theory sounding as it was, it wouldn't surprise Katsuki. The fact this guy was even still apparently alive was enough to warrant suspicion. Hatred of the Quirked really did run that deeply in their society, it really wasn't out of the question.

"Bastards."

Hearing that voice behind the sofa he was sat at, Katsuki turned around and saw the owner – Kirishima, stood behind it, with a scowl that reflected his own. He stood there without another word, like he was expecting some sort of response from the ash blond haired boy. Kirishima's normally spiked up hair was instead free of any gel, leaving it in a messy, red tangle that reached down to his shoulders.

About a day ago, had Kirishima come up to Katsuki and opened his mouth to him, the hot-tempered Explosion Quirk user would have blasted him away with his Quirk, his attitude regarding this particular person on the lines of outright prejudicial hostility. He hated this scumbag for how he treated Izuku, and if the guy thought that he was going to get away with it, well he could go straight to hell.

There was one reason, and one reason alone as to why he hadn't already obliterated Kirishima and sent him to kingdom come was because Izuku was so damn determined to 'Build bridges' that he requested Katsuki not do that to anyone.

Particularly not to Kirishima. Although he had to admit…

If there was one thing he would give to Kirishima, it was that he seemed to genuinely care about people who had Quirks – He didn't hide his distrust and overall disgust of the Quirkless for what they had done to people who had Quirks, and that was well documented. Yet at the same time, he wasn't about to stand by and let the Quirkless abuse the Quirked. He stood up and fought for them. Like he had the previous day.

Still, said previous day now felt like a set up almost. A way to make Izuku's stupid Hero plan more difficult.

Two weeks had passed since Yuuei had officially begun its lessons. The school was surprisingly normal, despite the plethora of superpowered students and staff members that occupied the high school. Classes were, for the most part, the same as one would expect in a normal high school, excluding classes on "Correct Quirk Usage" as held by Aizawa. These lessons were usually what reminded people of exactly where they were. That aside though, a lot of the students actually found themselves forgetting that they were in a place that was designed to keep them complacent.

Not a lot of them even really thought of the place as a prison anymore. A lot of the students had grown accustomed to the way Yuuei ran, and had accepted things the way they were. Many were actually happy, thrilled to be in a safe zone where they wouldn't just be assaulted for merely existing by an irrational hatred by an irrational Quirkless person. Many were glad to not be crawling, begging, and scrapping their way to their next meal. Many were happy to just have a roof over their heads.

A big long list of reasons why people had grown complacent and at peace with their effective entrapment at the school. A long list of reasons why people had willingly come here. Mina herself included. The sounds of not having to sleep under garbage anymore had been a very appealing one to her, so she understood very well why so many people would just be happy to let things keep playing out as they were. Hell, if she hadn't met Izuku and Katsuki, she'd probably be among those who were happy just to let things stay as they were.

"Ready, Ashido?"

Not now though.

The training rooms were long, concrete grey, featureless corridors that held nothing interesting in them. They were about twenty meters long by about ten meters across, roughly the same size as a shooting range, which gave them plenty of space to work with, presumably for those of the school who had long range Emitter Type Quirks. In the corner, the pair of curly haired teenagers had pushed aside all of the punching bags and targets for Mutant and Transformation type users, to give them enough space to work with as they trained. Stacked in a row-by-row manner, there were about thirty of these corridors all packed neatly together at the back of the school, each one of them having a security camera in the corner to monitor the activities that each student spent time on. They could watch all they liked – It wouldn't reveal anything about what their plans were.

Ever since Izuku had revealed his plan – His insane, reckless, hard-headed, short-sighted, impractical, impulsive, idealistic and God damn amazing idea – Of training his Quirk to the point he could use it so he could live out everyone's childhood fantasy, Mina and he had been training for hours at the end of every day to make this idea come to life. Frankly, Mina was amazed that no one had had the idea before him to actually try this. They had literal superpowers, why hadn't this been their first thought?

Izuku's idea was so simple, and so childish, that it might actually help to change the minds of some of the Quirkless. It might help some of the hatred and negativity towards the Quirked. It might just help change a few minds, and show that Quirks did have a place in society.

That they did hold value. That people who had Quirks weren't just freaks, but could contribute to making this world so much better than it was.

And Izuku's idea was simple.

He wanted to become a Superhero. Like in the comics and Manga.

Pooling Acid into her hands, the least irritant, least corrosive, and least painful mix she could secrete, Mina got herself into a fighting stance, left leg forward, right leg back, and light on her feet. The goal of this particular drill that Izuku had come up with was simple – Mina would throw her Acid towards him, and he would attempt to dodge every incoming attack that she sent his way. It he was able to lay a hand on her, she would lose. If he got his before then however, Mina won. Training both his control over One For All, and Mina's accuracy in one go, the exercise maximized training in just a simple, straight-forward activity.

Not that Izuku had been able to even get a single victory against his pink skinned opponent yet.

"Ready when you are, Midori!" Mina called over, a small smile making its way onto her face as she got ready to strike.

Upon hearing those words, Izuku activated One For All – Every time he did that, no matter how often he'd used the Quirk, the feeling he got when the sheer power surged right into his veins and spread throughout his body, like he was being engulfed in pure energy and kinetic force. It was so alien to him that the adrenaline pumped though his veins even as the strength entered his body. The best way to describe it was that it made him shudder with anticipation whenever he used the power.

Sending that energy into his legs, and prioritizing it into his feet, Izuku pushed off of the ground below him, speeding towards Mina like he were a bullet and he'd just been tired from a sniper rifle. He was already so fast that he had to actively stop himself from blasting forward too quickly. Kicking his shoe downwards, and grabbing onto the friction that the ground was so generous to give, he was able to slow down his speed by a reasonable amount, though now he was skiing on gravel as opposed to darting towards his target.

At this moment, Mina took her opportunity, and threw her handful of Acid towards the black haired boy, like it were a dodgeball. Similarly, Izuku took his chances, and pushed against the ground again, this time at an angle to the left, so Izuku was able to move away from the incoming glob of liquid.

Another throw came from Mina's other hand, this time throwing her Acid like she were throwing a bucket of water, throwing it lengthways, to spread out as much as possible. In retaliation, Izuku ducked down until he was basically on his knees, whereupon he repeated the motion of pressing against the ground to augment his speed.

This time however, he found that he'd been unable to reach the ground, or to stop himself as he threw himself through the air.

And slamming face first into the wall on the tougher side of the room with a sickening 'Smack!'

"Oooh…" Hissing, Mina looked away, flinching and tightly closing her eyes at the sight of him eating a mouthful of concrete. She'd seen this about maybe ten times in the past couple of weeks, but it never got any easier to see. It felt like it hurt her just to observe it in motion. About a second later, and the sound of Izuku falling back onto the floor, Mina looked back towards him, seeing his legs up to wall, but the rest of his body down and away from the very same wall. How he hadn't broken a bone was amazing. "You doin' alright down there, Midori?"

"….Ouch." He groaned, clutching at his forehead, where apparently most of the impact had been located around. Aside from a nasty and pretty clear graze, he was fine, if not dazed. He took a few seconds to remember who he was, where he was, and what words meant. "That didn't go as I wanted…" Able to coherently think though, he did grant himself a small amount of praise. "Still… I think I'm getting the hang of this…"

"You count smashing your face against the wall as progress, huh?" He found silver linings in bad situations, Mina wouldn't begrudge him that. Still, with someone smashing against the walls as frequently as he was, she wouldn't have been surprised if he had just been a red paste by the end of the session. "I've gotta be honest, I'm still amazed your bones haven't broken again since last week." Mina mentioned, walking up towards him with the intention of helping him onto his feet.

A series of scars ran down Izuku's hands, which he glanced at as Mina said what she did. The first week of serious training to refine the use of One For All had been exceptionally painful, with his just totally unable to figure out how to master this ability. A lack of ability to regulate his power had caused him injury, and multiple visits to the school nurse. The absolute power that One For All generated was way too much for the young, previously Quirkless boy's body.

He had only Toshinori's work-out plan for the fact that his body had started to adapt far quicker to the Quirk. According to his mentor in all things Quirks, the more toned, refined, and overall strong the natural body was, the easier it could contain the power that the Quirk generated. As the previous holder to that ability, Toshinori's words carried weight, and with that weight, had come an exercise regime designed to make Izuku's body a suitable vessel for One For All. For two years, he had followed that plan, developing pretty much every muscle that he had in his body.

Finally, the benefits to that hard work were showing off. He had quickly gained some degree of control over One For All…. But the Quirk still was a long way away from being mastered. He still struggled with a lot of things regarding the power, and there was a lot more work left to be done.

If he wanted to be a Hero, he needed to learn how to control this power, and he needed to learn how to control it as soon as possible. Perhaps there was some sort of shortcut, some trick that he could use in order to develop the ability and make it into his own power. His own Quirk.

Then he could start this entire Hero crusade he had planned.

Well…. He could start part of what he hoped.

Standing next to him, and looking down at the contemplating self-imposed Hero-in-Training, Mina let out a small sigh and read Izuku's mind, and offered him her hand to help him up. "I'm guessing Bakugou's still not on board with the idea, is he?"

"…No." Izuku admitted, taking her hand.

Upon hearing about the idea to become Heroes, to use their Quirks to protect people who didn't have powers of their own, and to fight people who used their Quirks to cause problems, to become selfish, and to look after only themselves and their own benefits, as well as the ones who existed solely to act against the Quirkless, to try to prove themselves superior, to try and cause more needless violence, Mina, for one, was absolutely thrilled. She had jumped on the idea immediately, enthusiastically showing any and all support within her entire being.

Though she had a distrust towards a lot of the Quirkless people in this world, Izuku was one of the purely genuine ones who honestly did care for the status that the Quirked were in, and she could see that very clearly. And for that, and how he had saved her like he had, she trusted him, unconditionally, and without hesitation. He believed that becoming Heroes could help change that, and she would stand with him on that front. She fully embraced the idea of Heroism immediately.

Katsuki on the other hand… He wasn't so keen on the whole idea.

And his reasons for doing so were totally understandable.

He had made several valid points regarding the idea of Heroism in the modern society. The first one being that people viewed the Quirked as freaks, loose cannons, and demons with some kind of ulterior motive. Regardless of how much good they did, some pitiful scumbag would find a way to twist their actions around into something evil, further daggering the hole that was the Quirked populations place in this society. In short, the Quirkless didn't trust the Quirked, and would treat Heroes like they were criminals. It was probably why no one else had even attempted to do it in the last few years.

Secondly, he pointed out how little Izuku could control the One For All Quirk. Altruistic tendencies aside, he wasn't going to be able to be of much use to a single person if he couldn't use his Quirk at all. This one had been a very real fact that hit Izuku hard, hence the training that he was doing here with Mina now. The goal was to become proficient enough to be able to at least control the Quirk to a degree. To just some level where Izuku knew he could make the most out of his newly-bestowed powers without damaging himself and the people he wanted to protect in the process.

And thirdly, he opposed the mere idea that they owed the Quirkless ruled government a single shard of their help. After everything that they'd been through, after everything that they'd taken from Katsuki, he didn't even want to offer them help. That one had been ruled less in favour of logic, and more in favour of anger over personal persecution. It wasn't like Izuku didn't understand.

It wasn't like he didn't understand why Katsuki might oppose the idea. He had every right to…

"He'll come around." Mina assured the young boy, pulling him onto his feet with both her arms dragging him away from the floor and onto his feet. Izuku had learned rapidly, she was a lot stronger than she naturally appeared to be. "I think he just needs some time to get the idea into his head. Maybe he'll figure out that we'll be able to save a lot of Quirked people too. That might help him warm up to it."

In truth, Izuku was content to let Katsuki make his own choice regarding this. The simple fact of the matter was, if Katsuki had no desire to try his hand at this Hero idea Izuku had, then he wasn't going to try to force him, or make him change his mind. Katsuki had every right to be angry at the Quirkless for what they'd done to him. The laws against those who had Quirks the tests that they included that outed Katsuki as a Quirked individual, and the subsequent total collapse of his life as a result… He wouldn't want to help their society. He wouldn't want to repay those who had treated him like an animal by becoming some sort of Hero as Izuku suggested,

Much as the Explosion Quirk user trusteed Izuku – And he trusted the black haired boy with his very life – Katsuki just couldn't do it. He just couldn't bring himself to support the plan. People feared him for something he couldn't control. Treated him like dirt for something he couldn't control. And if they saw people acting like Heroes, like Izuku wanted them to… they wouldn't praise them. Admire them. Support them…

They'd target them, try to take them down like they would anyone else who had a Quirk.

And that was the final reason Katsuki refused to support their plan – Because as far as he was concerned, all they were doing was putting themselves in danger, and the people they were trying to protect would just try to shoot them down.

Katsuki refused to have anything to do with them building themselves up for their own downfall. He wouldn't help them prepare to throw their lives away in any form.

He wasn't trying to stop them though. Izuku was thankful he at least respected him enough not to try and stand in his way. In the face of that… He couldn't just try and force Katsuki to do something he didn't want to do. It was enough that he was just happy to remain on the side-lines, neither contributing, nor hindering them in any way.

"Come on." Mina said, interrupting his thinking by patting him on the back and making her way to the exit. "We've already spent a ton of time here. Any more and you're not even gonna have a face left to flatten."

Usually, when they trained, they practiced for about three or four hours, before Izuku wound up being too injured to keep going. Today had ended in just an hour and a half. As Izuku gained more and more control over his Quirk, he found himself getting more and more injured. Leaping from place to place had been a stepping stone, but now it seemed to be doing more damage to him than any good. He still couldn't maintain the power in his Quirk for more than a few seconds before it was lost.

There had to be a way to control this power. He knew there was. He just needed to find it.

And once he found it, One For All would be his, and he could see how this plan of his would play out.

The pair of them packed up what they had brought with them, which wasn't a whole lot at all, mostly just bags and their school jackets, and headed for the exit to the room. By now, it was about five PM, meaning that everyone was wondering around the large campus, either going to visit friends, hand out, or going from place to place to hand in homework, do chores for the teaching staff, or various other activities. Some of the pupils will have gone straight back to their dorms, and the brave ones will have gone into town. Due to them having to wear their uniforms in the town, not a lot of students felt comfortable doing this. Most of the ones that went were the ones that had very minor, or no unique features to their person. The one that went that did have these unique features were often headstrong, determined, looking for a fight, or just plain stupid.

Mina hadn't left the school grounds yet. Izuku had, once, to grab a bag filled to the brim with fabrics, plastics and the likes. For the costumes.

Because of course, Heroes needed to have costumes.

Opening the door, the two of them were exposed to the sun's rays, blinding them temporarily, before their eyes adjusted and they regained their optical senses.

Their reward for adapting to this sudden change in their surroundings – Katsuki, stood leaning against the wall to their corridor, his hands stuffed into his pockets and looking towards them as soon as they opened the door.

He didn't say a word for a few moments, just looking at the two of them with his red eyes, and when they saw him, they returned the look. Katsuki expression relayed a lot of emotions that he had to be feeling right now, the most prominent one of which seemed to be some kind of mixture between disdain and resignation.

"Kacchan?" Izuku broke the silence between all of them first, without really thinking about it.

"You're seriously going through with this?" Katsuki muttered, sounding like it was actively paining him to come to terms with Izuku's plans. He had seen the scars along his best friend's arms, watching as each day, he became more and more torn up as he tried to figure out the Quirk bestowed onto him. Were it not for this insane idea he'd had, the Quirk would just naturally adapt to his body.

Instead, Izuku was pushing it, tearing himself apart in order to speed up the process. His situation was unique, certainly, as was his line of thinking. Both were moronic, and what Katsuki considered to be borderline suicidal. He was growing more and more convinced that his friend was just flat out insane. Every move Izuku made seemed to be him just throwing himself deeper and deeper into the dangers of society. Of being Quirked.

Something Izuku didn't quite get. Sure, he sympathised, but he'd never really experienced being Quirked himself. Not yet. And Katsuki had to wonder…

"…You gonna keep up this Hero thing when the Quirkless start throwing rocks at you, Deku?" He asked, making direct eye contact with Izuku.

The question did make Izuku freeze for a second, but he quickly brushed it off. "Yeah. I am."

"Suppose you would. You were born Quirkless." Katsuki sighed. To be frank, he wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Izuku might have a Quirk now, but he was originally born Quirkless. No matter what way someone looked at it, he wouldn't ever start to hate the Quirkless, even if they started hating him. His attention then turned towards Mina, who he seemed particularly angered with. "You, I can't fuckin' figure out at all. Your family threw you out and you've been homeless for years, and now you're opting to help this dumbass protect the fucking Quirkless?"

"And to help other Quirked people." Mina added on, determined to make sure that Katsuki realized that was an option.

"And how the hell're you gonna do that? You going to use your Quirks to beat up people who don't have any powers that are harassing the ones that do? Yeah, that'll go well." The ash blond boy mocked, throwing his hands to either side of him. "'Our Heroes, the ones who beat up the Quirkless pricks that run our society'"

Protecting Quirked people…. It wasn't going to be an easy task, Mina and Izuku both knew. Nearly impossible to do without starting to look like rouge criminals. But it was something that both of them knew if they wanted to be Heroes, they were going to have to figure out. There wasn't any room for doubt or a lack of conviction.

They'd figure it out as they went along.

"Now that I think about it – How the fuck're you gonna keep up with him, pinky?"

"Eh?"

"You've got an Acid Quirk – Last time I checked, that doesn't give you much super speed. Deku's rocking Strength Enhancement, so he's gonna be leaping place to place. What's the plan, you gonna carry her, Deku?"

"….You've thought about this a lot, Kacchan."

Silence fell.

The fact of the matter was, right now, Katsuki had put in a whole lot of thought into the flaws of what they were doing. He hadn't provided any solutions, that much was true, but he certainly had a thing for finding the flaws in their plans at face value. For thinking of the valid obstacles that they were destined to encounter. For pointing out the logistical flaws. For thinking two steps ahead of both Izuku and Mina.

And there were only really two places that this could come from – The first one being that Katsuki was just a killjoy. And Izuku knew for a fact it wasn't because of this.

For as long as he'd known him to be Quirked, and for as long as Izuku had been the altruistic saviour of Quirked people, Katsuki had always been the one to point out when he was acting recklessly, the flaws in his ideas, the pragmatist to his optimism, the muscle to his weaknesses. The Quirk to his Quirklessness. The fact of the matter was, Katsuki opposed Izuku in every possible way, making him a living dichotomy of his childhood friend.

Yet because they still somehow got along, in no small part to the loyalty the Explosion Quirk user had to the person who had stood by him in the face of mockery and prejudice, Katsuki was able to apathetically point out when Izuku was taking his ideals too far. When he wasn't thinking clearly about the flaws in his plans. Often, these notations came with suggestions from Katsuki on how to overcome them, where possible.

But not now. And the reason for it…

"…You're worried about us." Mina flatly stated. She knew deep down, Katsuki was a huge softy, underneath all the rough, gruff, swearing muscles and explosions. "You're trying to hide it right now, but you really are worried, aren't you?"

With a light growl, Katsuki begin to glow red in the face, either from the embarrassment that he'd been found out, or rage at the same fact. He had come here to try to dissuade the pair of them, but instead had not only given himself up, but inadvertently aided them in their insane plan.

Literally the exact opposite of what his goal had been. So, in typical Katsuki fashion, he retorted with loud yelling and swearing.

"I don't give a flying fuck what you two idiots do!"

"Yeah you do!" Mina teased, feeling every tense muscle in her body relax almost immediately, like a weight had just been released from each of her joints, making her able to smile again.

"Do you want a go, you acidic bitch?! I'll fucking kill you!"

"U-Uh, Kacchan?"

"I'll fucking take you on too, Deku!"

"N-No, Kacchan!" As he spoke, Izuku sharply pointed a finger behind the raging Explosion Quirk user.

Stood about seven meters away, stood two other Class 1-A dorm room students. Two of the worst possible ones, for that matter – Kirishima and Mineta. The Hardening Quirk user and the, frankly put, disturbingly perverted short individual had just been observing the exchange between them. And there wasn't any way for them to know how much they'd heard.

Did they know about their plans to act as Heroes?

Or did they just show up when Katsuki started yelling?

"Wouldn't be a huge challenge for you to beat on Midoriya, would it Bakugou?" Kirishima questioned, with something on his face that couldn't yet decide if it was a smug grin or a frown at the mere sight of Izuku and his club of Quirked apologists. "He hadn't got much power in him to fight back."

Still ignorant to the truth behind Izuku having a Quirk, Kirishima still believed Izuku to be totally Quirkless. Izuku had said nothing regarding his scars, blaming it on a clumsier personality trait whenever he was asked by someone, now hiding the nature of his Quirk. About a day after the first, Toshinori had called for Izuku, explaining to him Kirishima's inquiry regarding the nature of his Quirked status. He further explained that Kirishima felt that both he and the school were protecting Izuku for some reason, his conspired list including, but not limited to, espionage and treachery.

He also mentioned Kirishima's bold, face to face declaration that he was going to discover the truth behind Izuku's Quirked status. And true to his word, Kirishima had been trying everything, short of actually being friendly to the black haired Quirkless boy, asking outright, or just beating Izuku into a bloody pulp.

When Izuku learned of this, he wouldn't lie and say that it didn't worry him. Frankly, the idea of Kirishima snooping around was creepy, and the fact that he had his Hero idea around the same time had prompted him to be extra careful about openly discussing it, or doing anything even slightly related to it. When he worked on the costume in his spare time, he locked the door, threw some cloths at the base, so nothing could be slid under, and closed the windows and drew the curtains, just in case.

If Kirishima discovered the plans to act as Heroes… Who knew what he might try to pull. He might just outright beat both him and Mina into the ground for trying to endanger more Quirked people like that. Best case scenario was him just ratting them out to Aizawa.

The thing was though, Kirishima would almost certainly drop all of this madness if Izuku would just prove he had a Quirk. He'd have to face the fact that he was wrong, and would most likely leave them alone… but that wouldn't have the effect Izuku wanted. So he requested that everyone remain quiet about his Quirk. His reasoning behind it was simple.

He had a plan for it.

So for now, he had asked those within his circle to not try and defend his Quirked status. A request that thoroughly pissed off Katsuki to no end.

No one said anything in response to Kirishima's taunt, though Katsuki's fingers noticeably twitched, and his mouth had formed into a very aggressive scowl. He still kept his mouth as closed as he could allow, though it was clear he already wanted to scream obscenities towards the red haired Hardening scumbag.

"What do you want, Kirishima?" Mina questioned, quickly stepping forward and slightly in front of Izuku. She seemed to do this whenever danger within the school grounds seemed to strike up towards his, stepping in the way to protect him from any harm that would come to him. It was a reflexive action that she took now, becoming rather protective over Izuku after their introduction to one another.

"Damn Quirkless bastard…" Mineta muttered, straight up staring at Mina. Frankly, she didn't even want to acknowledge whatever disturbing things he had in his head.

Sliding his hands into his trouser pockets, Kirishima just looked between her, and then towards Katsuki. "Mineta and I were just hanging out, and we heard Explosion boy there yelling and screaming. We just wanted to know what was happening." His eyes then diverted towards Izuku, where his grin fell. "I was hoping he'd gotten tired of your bullshit, Quirkless."

It still did mess with Izuku, the feeling of being spoken down to so like that. He'd always seen Quirked people being talked down to like that…. But he still was getting used to being talk to like that. Even though he knew that he was going to have to get used to it quickly, since he was both Quirked and Quirkless now – He was born without a Quirk, and now had one. So both sides would hate him.

Those facts… Those actions, they made him feel like dirt.

Katsuki still didn't say anything, his hands still twitching, and tiny explosions still going off within his palms. While Katsuki wasn't going to say anything, due to Izuku's request. Not that he had to like it. His teeth were gritted, and he felt nothing but a serious compulsive urge to throw Kirishima over the nearest wall – Or preferably through it.

"Suppose not." Kirishima shrugged at the explosions, unintimidated due to the knowledge that he could use his own Quirk to shield himself from harm should Katsuki cross the line again, and try to attack him. Once again, his attention turned back to Izuku, where his tone took a deeper, darker, ominous, threatening turn. "I still don't get how or why they even let you into this place without a Quirk, 'Deku,' or why the headmaster and teachers all claim you have this bullshit power, when you sure as hell don't. But I'm going to find out. And I'll be very happy to throw you right out of this place myself."

It marked the first time Kirishima had made the threat towards Izuku's face.

He wasn't going to let this go.

He really was determined to figure out whatever truth he could from Izuku's Quirk, and broadcast it for everyone to see.

He seemed to hate Izuku that much.

Despite never having done a thing to him directly, Kirishima still detested the other teenager with such a passion, it could be repeated a thousand times and it would never be able to express the levels of hatred Kirishima felt for him. The fact Mineta was stood by him as he did all of this made the Pop-Off Quirk user's position clear as crystal – He agreed with Kirishima entirely, and was just waiting for an excuse to have Izuku beaten within an inch of his life.

Before another word could be exchanged however, the sudden clattering of something metallic just to the side of them had caught their attention. A small, silver canister, like one that was used for spray paint, rolled towards them slowly. Though no one was there to have dropped the canister but the five students confronting one another.

"What the hell?" Mineta was the first one who spoke, actually breaking off from the group to get a closer look at it. Totally clear, with just a metallic shine to it, it just stayed there for a moment, not doing anything. Kicking it lightly seemed to have no effect. "Did someone just throw this over the wall?"

Instantly as he said this, the canister seemed to explode outwards, releasing a thick, white smoke in doing so rapidly engulfing the short student in the fog. The sound of the canister exploding was so loud and deafening, that all the four remaining students could do in response was clamp their hands over their ears to try to soften the painful strike to their ears.

"Mineta!" Kirishima yelled out with concern, though he had no prayer of being heard above the current running in everyone's ears.

Around them, at the same time, a series of these same explosions began to go off, one after the other, all along the inside of the walls, each one emitting a similar white mist from the container. At least six went off in Izuku's line of sight, and as they did so, aside from the ones that ran away, multiple students began to scream, cough, and seemed to be suffering from high levels of irritation and increased activity around their eyes.

Izuku and Katsuki had seen this multiple times. They knew exactly what it was just by watching it for a few short seconds.

"It's tear gas!" Izuku loudly yelled. Worse, it was some kind of homemade concoction - The police weren't going to use it on the legally protected Yuuei. That meant that this particular type of tear gas could be even more dangerous than the ones used to quell domestic riots and protests!

"Oh shit, Mineta!" Without any hesitation whatsoever, Kirishima activated his hardening Quirk all over his face, took his uniforms grey jacket off, covering his mouth and nose with the fabric, and dashing into the smoke cloud to try to find out where the small student had wound up in all of that dangerous gas. There wasn't any sort of guarantee that it would be safe. This was a homemade type of a dangerous, irritant gas, so there was no telling what sort of effect that it would have on his eyes. Not that it had caused the red haired anti-Quirkless teenager to hesitate for even a split second.

Without thinking, Izuku mad emotions to run in after the Hardening Quirk user. "Kirishima!"

"Fuck that!" Katsuki quickly grabbed hold of Izuku before he could run off, and was quickly helped by Mina, who grabbed hold of his arm to pull him back. "That fuckers on his own!"

"Kacchan, we can't just – "

"You wanna play at being a fuckin' Hero, right?!" His best friend yelled at him, totally not caring if anyone was around to hear his screaming. "Then we need to stop whoever the fucks out there tossing that shit in here!"

"He's right, Midori!" Mina yelled, just as loud, tugging back on his arm with as much strength as she could muster. "This stuff could be dangerous!"

As soon as the pair of them had finished speaking, a loud, obnoxiously so, horrifically ear-splitting revving noise, multiplied about six times, played from the other side of the walls like a series of grenades. Loud cheering and yelling and swearing at the students all blended together into some sort of incomprehensible roar, even as it grew ever so slightly quieter as the apparent squad began to circle the area – Judging by their noise, towards the main entrance to the school grounds!

This had to be some sort of hate fuelled attack. There wasn't any question in Izuku's head. A lot of Quirkless people hadn't liked the idea of Yuuei in the first place, thinking that it would just be a grounds for all the freaks to breed and cause them more and more trouble. Protesters were outside the school virtually every single day. But the idea that some of them were prepared to commit an act of domestic terrorism…

It shouldn't have surprised Izuku at this point, but it sort of did. A part of him had really wanted to just pray for better…

He couldn't dwell on that though! The school was being attacked!

And as much as he wanted to help Kirishima… "…Okay! Okay, we'll go stop the ones attacking!"

Without another word, Katsuki blasted the ground underneath him with a series of intense explosions, propelling himself up and over the walls. His intention was to attack first, and see if he could cause the attackers, wherever they were, to back down, or just totally demolish them with his Quirk.

Instant action, without even hesitating…

Like a Hero.

"Come on, Midori!"

Mina's yelling brought Izuku back to the face of the matter. Turning around from the cloud Kirishima and Mineta were engulfed in, the pair of them darted across the fields as fast as their legs could possibly carry them.

They had to rush past various students, many of who had been engulfed in the gasses were crying their eyes out, salivating or snivelling as the effects took effect. Tear gas, in spite of its name, Izuku had learned, was in fact an aerosol, that contained an agent known as Chlorobenzaldene Malononitrile, and it worked by irritating the mucous membranes of the eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs. The closer a person was to it when it went off, the worse burns they could receive, and the longer they remained in the gas, the worse the effects could be.

Like several of the students who were crawling out of the gas, throwing up their stomachs as their bodies protested the aerosol in their systems.

Shouting, screaming and crying were the most numerous noises, and the students that hadn't been there for the initial attack were now rushing like crazy to try to figure out what was going on, and if there was any way to help. Some of the braver students covered their mouths and noses and ventured into the gases, pulling out the ones affected by the blasts and the constraints of the containers. Some of the even braver ones actually grabbed hold of the canisters once they found them, and tried to throw them back over the wall, in an effect to stop the situation from getting any worse.

Some of the more badly injured had burns on their legs, arms, or even faces, with injuries so bad along the limbs of the various students they made Todoroki's burn across his left eye look like a papercut in comparison.

These were students. Teenagers. Children.

And people had intentionally and deliberately attacked them just because they were unlucky enough to be born with Quirks. It couldn't make Izuku feel more ill.

Rushing past the dorm room to 1-A, several students had just exited the dorm building, looking around at the chaos and the confusion with a mixture of terror and utter bewilderment. None of them were sure of what was happening. Among those students were Uraraka, Yaoyarozu, and Jiro, all utterly confused by what was happening. The screams, shrieks, and people running everywhere doing nothing to explain to them their current situation.

"Ashido, hold on a second!" Izuku yelled, as loud as possible – But to no avail.

With her ears still ringing like her eardrums had just been totally blasted, her overall hearing had suffered for it. As a direct result, she didn't hear him calling her name.

"Ashido!"

Once again, she didn't hear him, and suddenly, she was out of the gate. Izuku's very first instinct was to dash towards her – Use his quirk, the results be damned – But he stopped himself, painful as it was. The fact of the matter was, because his ability to regulate and control One For All, he was defenceless.

And there was a person who had the ability to literally create items that could be used as weapons barely five meters away.

"Deku, what's going on?!" Uraraka yelled upon seeing the boy with dark green highlights in his hair, trying to gather what little information about the situation that she possibly could.

Though it proved to be a futile endeavour. "Can't explain!" Izuku responded, skidding to a stop right in front of the steps to the main door, and looking straight to Yaoyarozu the second after he finished. "Yaoyarozu, your Quirk is Creation, right?!"

An utterly bewildered blink latter, the tall girl confirmed this with a nod.

"I need you to create a baseball bat, or something for me!"

The first one to respond was Jiro, stepping right in front of the taller girl and yelling at Izuku with never before heard ferocity to her voice, and her Earphone Jack Quirk pointed directly at him, like she was going to stab them inside his flesh. "What the hell's going on, you Quirkless prick?! Why the hell do we – "

With an equal level of ferociousness that Izuku kept reserved only for the most heated of moments, he slapped Jiro's Earphone Quirk away with his left hand. "We don't have the time! Kacchan and Ashido are already running into trouble, Kirishima and Mineta could have serious injuries, and everyone else is in danger – Just do what I'm asking, Yaoyarozu, and make me some sort of weapon!"

There was a few seconds of the three of them just staring at Izuku in absolute aghast at his incredible display of aggression and assertiveness that was uncharacteristic of the residentially considered timid, awkward, and shy member of the dorm. The situation, whatever it was, had left Izuku in such a bizarre, uncharacteristic state, that it left Jiro so surprised, her earphones literally dropping as she took a step back out of pure intimidation.

Yaoyarozu, despite her dislike and distrust of Izuku, was simply shocked into doing exactly as he requested. Fumbling and pulling up her sleeves, a long, thick pole, made from the fat in her system, but composed of metallic elements such as steel and carbon, in the form of a baseball bat, as Izuku had requested.

"Thanks!" Izuku expressed his genuine gratitude, tearing the bat from her arm and running faster than he ever though he possibly could towards the gate where Mina had been headed. As he did so though, he turned on his heel, backpedalling, while facing Uraraka. "There's a bunch of people who need help down near the walls, Uraraka! Go help them!"

"Bakugou, look out!"

Mina ran towards her foul-mouthed friend with as much speed as she could muster, tackling him to the ground, mere seconds before one of the bikers came up behind him with the total intention to run him down on their Harley-Davidson's motorcycle. The attacker missed with both their bike, and the wooden baseball bat that they had been swinging around in Mina's general direction as soon as they saw her running to save her friend.

There were actually five members of the motorcycle group, each of them armed with a number of canisters containing their homemade tear gas, in what amounted to flak-jacket like vests with multiple pockets and holsters. Every one of them also had some sort of weapon in hand too, some with baseball bats, steel poles, and one who just straight up was wielding a machete in his left hand.

These were dangerous people, and they wanted blood. They must have expected that some people would try to come out and fight them off. Hence their weapons.

"Freaks!" One of them yelled through a red full-head biker's helmet.

"Fuckers." Katsuki growled, picking himself up. His left hand unleashed a series of explosions, designed to intimidate his Quirkless opponents. Over the sound of his detonations, he yelled, "Pink girl, how many of these pricks d'you think you can take?!"

Before she could give any sort of answer, the revving of several motorcycles began up again, as several members of the began to change the gears on their bikes to gain speed from a stopped start, and drive their way towards the two of them, weapons drawn, dragged along the ground, sending a sickening clanging noise ringing out every second it was pulled along. One of them made their way directly towards Katsuki, the other towards Mina.

The one that had aimed for Mina was clinging tightly onto a steel pipe, which they now raised over their head as they approached Mina at faster and faster speeds. "Go to hell!"

Mina was completely used to have to use her Quirk in self-defence. The state of the world basically demanded that she learn how to use her Acid as a weapon against people who meant her harm. Generating her acid within her palms until it was spilling out of her hands, she took aim, and, with superb accuracy, tossed her ball of corrosive liquid towards the incoming bike – Taking out the front wheel, dissolving it into nothingness, causing it to skid along the ground as it skimmed to a halt. Momentum threw the Quirkless out of their seat and straight onto the road.

Said biker attempted to recover before Mina could retaliate against them, reaching for their weapon that had been knocked a few meters away from them. Desperately, they tried to grab hold of their weapon – But before they could reach, Mina reached towards the biker's helmet, dragging it off of their head, to reveal a young man with a goatee. Mina did this to make her target more vulnerable.

Instead, all it seemed to do was anger him.

"Quirked bitch!" As soon as his face was revealed, the man started to swing his fists towards Mina, trying to punch, slap, and scratch her, to get her in whatever way possible. Her arms were too short however, and Mina quickly pushed him into an arm lock, and slid off her tie to use as a binding rope to keep his hands kept together.

As she tried to bind this man together however, the same cyclist that had charged for Katsuki just a few seconds ago had circled back around, and was now revving towards Mina like a bloodthirsty animal that had just been unleashed. They were making a beeline right for the pink girl.

"Die!"

Before they could get too close though, Katsuki came blasting back into sight, using his Quirk as propellers to allow him to rocket through the air at an increased speed, letting him keep up with the biker. As soon as he was alongside the Quirkless motor enthusiast and domestic terrorist, he red eyed boy showed absolutely no hesitation, nor any mercy whatsoever, about throwing his palms wide open and detonating a huge explosion right in the bikers face.

They were protected by a similar full-head biker helmet, but the impact and force of Katsuki's Explosion carried the most weight. Sending a shock of powerful kinetic energy into his targets face, Katsuki succeeded in knocking the biker clean off of his motorcycle, letting the bike swerve and skid to a halt as the rider fell and smashed straight into the ground.

"Kacchan!"

As Katsuki's battle instincts took over, Izuku's call caught his attention, pulling his focus away from his fight and towards where his friend was supposedly located.

In his palms was a baseball bat, metal in nature – Where he'd managed to get it from, the Explosion Quirk user had no real clue, but have it he did. Weapon in hand, he was clearly ready to fight. Even when he didn't have total control over his Quirk, he was still seriously going to fight?

That was admirable – In a suicidal sort of way.

Katsuki's eyes grew wider suddenly, and at the top of his voice, he yelled a clear as crystal warning. "Deku, on your right!"

As per the call made, to Izuku's right, the third motorcyclist was charging towards Izuku, homing in on a significantly weaker target. At such a speed that they were going too, there wasn't going to be any way that Katsuki was able to be able to get over there and protect Izuku from the incoming attacker.

The best that Katsuki could do was give Izuku a place to target – A place that would absorb the majority of the impact and give Izuku the best chance at striking out.

"Go for the chest, Deku!"

Izuku followed the advice, gripping as hard onto the metal bat as his fingers would allow. Spinning on his heels towards his target, he kept his lead low, his back bent, and put as much force into the strike as he could possibly emit from his body, transferring a virtual ton of energy into his opponent, knocking them completely clear out of the match.

For a second, Izuku just looked at the target he'd taken down, in a mixture of both shock and a weird sense of pride that he'd managed to take down a dangerous person like this.

Was this what being a Hero was going to be like?

Contemplation had to wait – Out of the corner of Izuku's eye, he noticed movement behind his childhood friend. "Kacchan!"

"Fucking Quirked!"

Katsuki's incredible reflexes suddenly activated. "Die!" As Katsuki's previously knocked down opponent tried to climb onto their feet to trash talk and swing at the angry young teenager, Katsuki displayed even less mercy than his total mercilessness, and with a motion that looked like he was backhand slapping his target, unleashed an even more deadly and dangerous explosion from his palms, this time at total point blank range

The blast far larger, the impact more severe, hiding none of his contempt for the general Quirkless population, nor was he displaying any sort of violent mercy. Katsuki held nothing back in his action. Blasting away his enemy with the same force as a grenade explosion would have, Katsuki knocked his enemy straight to the ground, this time thoroughly Ko'ed. The helmet protected them from any real fatal danger that the explosion might have caused.

A natural battle instinct made Katsuki a dangerous force to be reckoned with when he was actually able to use his Quirk freely. Even without any sort of formal training, he was a warrior in how own right. He had a natural battle sense that made him terrifying if he was ever riled up by anyone to the point of violence.

And he'd had plenty of chances to use his Quirk against bigots. His exploits with Izuku had given him plenty of practice to hone his natural talent.

As this went about happening though, Izuku made his way over to Mina, while the other bikers seemed to hold up on attacking them, presumably for fear of getting struck down like their associates. Running over to his friend, who was struggling to keep the biker she had taken down on the floor, Izuku went to see if he could do anything to help her in her endeavours.

"Where the hell did you go?" She asked as soon as he was within earshot. The biker underneath her squirmed again, swearing at her and insulting her pink skin, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

"I needed a weapon! I tried to call for you, but you didn't hear me!" Izuku defended himself by holding up his acquired weapon, and tugging off his own tie to add to the knot Mina had made. "But… It doesn't looks like you needed my help that much."

As if on que, another biker, apparently deciding that he'd had enough of waiting, had begun to loudly drive his way directly towards the pair of them while they were distracted momentarily. This person in particular, however, wasn't even taking their allies into consideration, blasting his bike out at the top speed it could without even hesitating, and charging right towards the Quirked students without even a thought for considering his allies.

"Oh, shit!" Mina was the first to reach, standing upright and trying to pull Izuku from the incoming charge, while the black haired boy, in an act of altruism that would have shocked no one who had even the first clue about the sort of person he was, tried to drag the biker that they had just taken out to safety with him.

They had less than a second before they wound up getting run down –

"Get down!"

The impact came just a second later – But it wasn't Izuku or Mina that felt the brunt of the collision.

Looking up, the last person Mina expected to be there had darted across from the school grounds towards them and protected the pair of them. The very last person Mina would have ever expected, in a million years, to go out of his way to help them.

Kirishima had activated his Hardening Quirk as soon as he'd gotten between the pair of them, with barely even a few seconds to spare. His rock-textured skin was now acting as a wall between this person and their targets, the wheel on the back of the motorcycle still going, but not pushing Kirishima anywhere, his feet dug into the ground like his very life depended on him keeping this bike exactly where it was.

Izuku blinked as he realized who it was defending him and Mina, his eyes getting wider and wider. "K-Kirishima!?"

"You gonna sit there, or are you gonna move?!" The Hardening Quirk user yelled at the pair of them, the strain that this impact was taking on him making itself abundantly clear in the tone of his voice. "Get out of the way!"

The two students did as they were instructed, moving out of the way as soon as they were yelled to do so – And then Kirishima reached over and grabbed the Quirkless biker, and slammed them into the ground with ruthless force, hand on the head, and smashed right into the concrete, enough to crack the helmet wide open..

Even with their helmet absorbing most of the impact, they were still knocked totally unconscious.

Turning his attention right to the final biker, who was still hanging back after watching his fiends get made to eat concrete and realizing that he was well in and over his head. It almost looked like they were about to flee, to act the victim and try and salvage this whole mess of an operation in some messed up form.

Not that Kirishima was about to let them just do that. Hardening his hands, and then slamming them together, Kirishima made his hands create sparks upon coming into contact with one another – Like he was dragging two swords against one another. "You just gonna stay over there?! Come and get me, you Quirkless psycho! Or are you afraid of a freak like me?!"

Something in Kirishima's taunt got to the biker in that moment. Perhaps the sight of his Quirk activating reminding him why he was even there. Maybe it was the fact that he noticed all his allies so easily beaten down. Or maybe he just had too much pride to let an insult like that go without swinging a few attacks back at the one responsible, no matter who it was and what sort of Quirk they had.

They were a Quirked kid.

And they were mocking them.

A freak.

Mocking them.

Whatever the reason was, the biker got a second wind of hate-filled adrenaline, firmly clutched hole of the wooden baseball bat that they were holding onto – Not that it would do him any good, but the intimidation factor would at least be there – And revved on their bike's engine.

Horsepower began to kick into effect as the bike began to pick up speed, charging straight towards Kirishima at a staggering 60 Miles-per-hour speed in such a short amount of time. The impact would have killed anyone else as soon as it hit them.

But Kirishima's Hardening Quirk made sure that wasn't even close to the case.

Because his Hardening Quirk gave him such a durable body, and he had positioned himself so firmly, he acted as a wall.

A wall which the bike collided right into, and sent the biker flying straight over Kirishima's head, and slamming into the wall. Still conscious, however, the biker groaned, and tried to flip themselves over – Kirishima didn't give them the chance.

Within a second of the biker being on the ground, Kirishima had run up, grabbed the collar of the biker, and lifted them up.

And then, with a Hardened first, slammed a solid right-hook into the bikers head, knocking them straight out cold.

The end result of that day had brought about the new law regarding even stricter Quirk control. Now quirks were made illegal to use in self-defence. Why? The logic wasn't solid at all. Thirty children injured in a hate-provoked action against Quirked individuals, and the government responded by taking away the ability to use Quirks as a method of self-defence?

Then again, the government was just as biased against Quirks as anyone else was, and anyone who said otherwise was a liar, or an idiot for believing the lies.

Mineta, and a few others, suffered from nasty burns on their limbs. In Mineta's case, his right leg now had a nasty burn that stopped just short of his knee. A few had marks along their arms, and one unfortunate person wound up with a nasty scar on their cheek. Uraraka, Yaoyarozu and Jiro had rushed to help the injured. Thanks to that, a few people were spared nasty injury.

Although Mineta ended up spending the night in the ER.

Still… Katsuki still didn't know what Kirishima wanted, the day after everything had gone down.

"What do you want?" He flatly asked. Regardless of what his actions were the previous day, Katsuki still had no real trust towards Kirishima. The fact of the matter was, Kirishima hated the Quirkless. And nothing was going to change that about him, Katsuki was certain.

He protected Izuku, sure, but he was pretty sure he only did so because Mina was there as well, and say what one liked about Kirishima, he would protect anyone who had a Quirk, if he got along with them or not. He was at least able to say that one positive thing about the Hardening Quirk user – He stood by what he said. He didn't discriminate when it came to protecting other people with Quirks.

Not that it made him a good person because of it.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we're alright now." Kirishima then said, holding his hand out for Katsuki to shake. "We took on those bastards yesterday, yeah? Figured you can't be that bad a guy if you're that willing to fight."

Katsuki just looked at Kirishima flatly. He didn't convey any emotion, positive or negative

"Well, at the very least, we don't have a problem, do we?"

"…We're gonna have a problem as long as you have a problem with Deku."

"Midoriya helped you fight off those guys while I was helping Mineta, right? Sure, I'll lay off him – He can't be all bad in that case."

"…Sure." Katsuki took hold of Kirishima's hand, firmly shaking it in his own.

This wasn't exactly something he was doing out of his own choice. Were he in any position to throw the red haired boy out a window, he'd be taking them gladly. He'd be all too happy to get rid of Kirishima for good.

But it was once again, on request of Izuku, that if they could form friendships, or at least understandings with other students. It would go a long way to bringing about a kind of peace, and that was the first step towards bringing about understandings, and opening their minds up to accepting the Quirkless.

At least, that was what Izuku claimed.

Still…. He didn't trust Kirishima anymore than he did. He would be civil – But he would never trust this guy.

"Cool." Kirishima gave a friendly grin as he took his hand back. "Hey, me and some others are headed into town if you wanna come with."

"Fuck no. Quirkless are gonna be swarming anyone from Yuuei."

"Alright, fair enough."

With that statement made clear to Kirishima, he left the room, and Katsuki alone. His hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face. Katsuki went straight back to watching the TV, to figure out some more information on the events that were going down in the country today. The developments angered Kirishima just as much as they did the Explosion Quirk user. It was something they could easily agree on.

But that wouldn't cut it.

"How'd it go?"

Looking down as soon as he left the room, Kirishima saw the shortest member of the Yuuei Class 1-A dorm looking up at him expectantly. Though his legs was, right now, covered in bandages and he needed crutches to get around so he didn't damage his burn, Mineta was up and moving in a remarkable amount of time.

"Went pretty well. Bakugou's gonna be at least civil with us now, I think." Kirishima reported, showing his sharp teeth as he did so, bringing his lips ear to ear as his grin widened.

Befriending Katsuki – At least in the most liberal definitions of the word, would give them some kind of freedom of mobility. Keeping the bloodthirsty hound at bay would at least let them move around with less suspicion.

Less suspicion made it easier to figure out why the school was protecting Izuku.

"So then." Kirishima said, pleased with his easy deception of Katsuki. "Now we've dealt with him, I guess next up, we gotta find some proof that Quirkless bastards toying with us."