Miriael stood beside his mother, making sure the IV setup was working fine. The fact that they barely were able to afford one, weeks or perhaps months too late, infuriated him beyond belief. The irony of the situation never evaded him. In a hero society, he went to one of the nations most prestigious schools, and yet none of this can help his mother. These past couple days made him forget about his problems sometimes, but whenever he came home and saw the state of the one family he truly has, it reminded him what he was fighting for.

Mom: "Ready for another day? Have you made any friends?"

Her voice seemed the tiniest hint more frail than it usually was. Her eyes still closed, her head rested on the pillows he would constantly puff up to comfort her.

Miriael: "You know I am mom, and well, I met a girl."

She finally opened her eyes to look at him directly.

Mom: "Really? You?"

They shared a small laugh at his mom's surprising wit. Although it wasn't founded, Miriael has never really been popular. Despite being the strongest in his schools, they saw him more as 'that one scary kid' after he nearly broke the bones of a classmate who made a simple "your momma" joke. That was a fun few days of talking with lawyers.

Though he was never bothered by his lack of companionship, made the switch to UA all the easier, leaving no one special behind. He chalked it up to his deep megalomaniac aspects, getting stronger/the strongest was all he cared about. But if he was being true to himself, these last few days have just been a mix of emotions.

Miriael: "Yes mom. It's not like that though, she's just gonna help me learn new things about my quirk after school today. She's like a scientist or something like that."

Mom: "You make sure to mind your manners. Always treat a lady right. The way you spoke to that last girl was unacceptable."

Miriael: "You mean the one wh into our house?"

Mom: "I let her in the apartment cabron. You think she just waltzed on in? She was asking for you. Said you guys met at the exam and i'm just thinking you need a friend or two so I welcomed her inside."

Miriael felt a wave of guilt flush over him. His mom was barely even awake when he rudely kicked her out after she failed to give an answer to why she was there in the first place.

Miriael: "Wait a minute mom, what did she say she was here for?"

Mom: "I don't even remember, I was on my meds by that hour. She mentioned your name and that was about it."

Miriael: "Nothing else huh?"

Mom: "No."

There was something that kept gnawing at her, a phrase the cute girl barely muttered as she walked in. The 'biter's seminar'? The 'liars motorcar'? The 'mire's handlebar?' Nah, must have been a trick on her ears. It's not like her senses haven't been giving in recently anyway. Soon she'll end up like a deaf bat. But even that was better than a dead one.

How she wishes she could be out there like the good days. Across the pacific where home existed. Her biggest fear used to be growing up, her quirk would give vague messages about a person's possible future. When she one day learned that her own life was 'on the balance', she became paranoid. Rushed through all life had to offer, and had a kid with someone she barely knew about. And for the first time in her life, she felt a purpose with that kid. And here she laid, on a glorified death bed, counting the days, wishfully thinking she might be able to see the fruits of her labor.

Miriael: "Mom? Mom. You're ignoring me again."

Mom: "Huh? Oh sorry just got caught up in some train of thought."

Miriael: "I was just saying I need to get to class. I'll text you when i'm at her house."

At this point she just nodded slightly to him and closed her eyes again. Making one last check on her IV, he closed the door, and left.

Outside the city, our favorite grumpy, widows peak donning saiyan himself nearly brought the house down trying to wake up his step brother.

Vegeta: "Up clown! It's all over the radio, there's a horde of strangers barging in at UA! And i'm not going to miss a prospecting battle like this because you didn't get enough sleep!"

Kakarot: "mnnhhhhh"

Vegeta: "Guh, you're hopeless." Do I REALLY need to do this? It's humiliating! It's what that woman is for…

"BREAKFAST IS READY!" Vegeta forced himself to add a modicum of cordiality in his delivery, though all it amounted to was a pained expression on his face.

Nevertheless it worked as the spiky haired teen nearly jumped out of his bed with enough speed to leave Vegeta catching himself from a fall.

When he waltzed to the dining room he threw the school uniform at Kakarot's face, muffling his inquiries about where the food was.

Vegeta: "Get those on already, we're leaving."

Kakarot: "Ohh but Vegeta! I'm starving!"

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In the dimly lit training room where Leo Kaisen resided for most of his mornings and nights, he looked over a rack of different weapons, and back at his work bench. Shaking his head after every test run.

UA made it clear, as long as his inventions were fully his, he would be allowed to keep them and use them in the hero course. Not simply suit mods like the others, but weapons and gadgets like those he used on Kaminari. And now with full knowledge on each other student in the class he needed to work quick. Any competitor worth their weight knew about the festival coming up. And it's on that stage that he'll prove not a single damn human on this earth is going to tell him his limits, not again.

Lifting his arm and aiming it at a dummy across the range, a wrist device opened up and fired a rocket, though the recoil was enough to badly mess his aim.

Leo: "hmm, gotta watch those wrist rockets."

He instead opted to place on his mask and drop a canister, spewing out a dark, nearly pitch black vapor throughout the room.

"This will do."

Stone ruins

Kiana: "Yeah yeah yeah I get it mom, not to build up one school for too long. Besides, you really think i'll believe those stories anymore? They're like for children and stuff."

Kiana in full witch regalia stood across from her mother in the middle of a group of pillars, aging and falling apart. The room they once supported laid out, covered in the new landscape, making a great place for insects and moss to live around as nature takes back.

Kiana's mom was a very tall and slender woman, wearing witch regalia much like her daughter, only more regal with red designs and jewels imbedded into the cloth. Her dark hair reaches her waist and seems to float devoid of gravity.

Witch mom: "They are NOT for children. You act like the lessons grandfather taught, the dig sites we went through and the burial sites we delved into were for some fun vacation. It was all to teach you that this is beyond the world of quirks. The dark magics is a force that predates our very millenium two fold!"

Kiana: "And what, you really believe that if we cast fireball too many times, or decide to conjure up our cats without forcing out another school's spell, it's gonna end the world? It's a joke, probably one meant to make us embrace variety. I think that makes more sense and stuff."

Witch Mom: "It doesn't have to make sense...and you still don't get it. All we need to remember, is balance. That's it. I'm not saying that healing two people in a row is bad, but that if you were to let your mind wander and youfire off spell after spell after spell mindlessly then yeah, dark forces will take advantage of that. I taught you the spells because I trust you and I love you. I know you want to be a hero, but always remember what responsibility you have. Aren't you a fan of spiderman?"

Kiana: "Yes mom...I love you too. And Spiderman retired years ago. His slogan isn't as cool as other stuff nowadays."

Witch Mom: "It's cooler than your vocabulary...and stuff."

Arriving to school the scene was far weirder than many could imagine. The sounds of bustling media, loud questions and overall anarchy echoed through the outside "yard" of UA.

In front of the gate were dozens upon dozens of journalist and news reporters. Possibly there for the announcement that All Might was teaching there officially.

Reporter: "Excuse me sir! You're a student of UA right?"

Vegeta: "You better get that microphone away from my face before I beat you to a bloody pulp!"

Not only did he wake up early and excited for what he thought was a battle, those parasites dared to even speak to him. The very gall!

"WELL!? What are you gawking at!?"

Vegeta's more kind little brother was much more open towards the reporters, however that was a mistake on their part as "Hi! I'm Kakarot! I'm a saiyan and I love to fight!" Was not really the scoop they yearned for.

One they DID have success with was the ponytailed brunette herself:

Monika: "...and yeah that's all i've experienced so far, it's only been a few days so I know things will get even more interesting as time goes on."

Reporter: "Thank you for the interview! Mind giving your name?"

Monika: "Of course! It's Monika."

Reporter: "Just Monika?"

Monika: "Just Monika. No last name haha!"

Eraser head caught a glance at her direction. She seemed to be handling them pretty well. In his mind, hell even inside his body he could always get a sense for his students. Yet he could never get a read on her. Records clearly show she was quirkless for most of her life, although an amazing scholar who had some of the best grades in the hardest classes. No one could have suspected her suddenly showing up with a quirk to the exam. Perhaps she would have been one of the few selected for recommendations if she had shown them off earlier. Nonetheless there was always an air of oddity around her. He could hear her talking to herself often, questioning everything, but showing no sign of anything wrong when speaking to others.

His train of thought was broken when the crowd suddenly moved towards the gate, pressing him back as they shoved more cameras in his face. Having just about enough of this, he waited for the other students to get inside before walking through the giant door. Metal walls springing as the reporters attempted to follow him.

Some of the reporters, like the woman in front were made much MUCH more annoyed when an obnoxious brat showed his face over the walls and began to mock them.

Gon: "You know Killua you shouldn't make faces like that or else it might stick!"

Killua: "Idiot. You really believe everything you're told aren't you."

Gon: "Heehee, then why does your face always look so weird?"

The tease, no matter how childlike still beckoned Killua to pay his dear friend back with a bonk to the head, before announcing they had to get to class in an irritated tone.

Inside the class, everyone finally got seated. Little bit of chatter here and there before Aizawa shut it all down as per usual.

Aizawa: "Alright, I got a look at the team based combat training, most of you did a decent job. Vegeta, your constant lack of interest in the objective will be a downfall, if you fail to look at the bigger picture in a real situation, it can mean your life or more. And Izuku, you once again broke your arm, just like the entrance exam. You have a myriad of abilities at your disposal, if your solution to every difficult obstacle is to brute force it away, you'll develop bad habits. Learn to think of ways to use your powers in a way where you don't have to rely on something self damaging. And Todoroki, you were caught off guard and failed to react in time to a large threat, don't underestimate your opponent no matter what."

Shoto wished he could have left his loss in the back of his mind. While he wasn't mad about it, it rubbed him the wrong way. In a way few things did. So he simply nodded silently, and commented nothing further.

"With that out of the way it's time for you to really get in gear, cause this will stick with you for a while. That's right, you'll all be deciding class representatives."

With a wave of new energy, the class erupted as students all across wanted to be the one to be chosen. It's a leader type role, with it comes a certain prestige. Even Bakugo was enthusiastic enough to demand he be the rep. Of course this chaos was getting everyone nowhere.

Iida: "Everyone! The class representative must be someone to lead, and so they must have the trust of their fellow students, so I suggest we do a vote!"

While a good idea in theory, students who know only about two or three others in the class will make voting quite moot. Especially if everyone votes for themselves. Regardless no one objected and so the voting went under way.

The results were thus written on the board:

Midoriya: 3 votes

Miriael: 2 votes

Cloud: 2 votes

Kagami: 2 votes

Vegeta: 2 votes

Momo: 2 votes

It was pretty damn obvious those with close friends simply had them vote in their favor.

Izuku: "What? How did I win?!"

Bakugo: "Alright! Which one of you losers voted for him huh!?"

Vegeta: "Will you shut your mouth for one second boy?! You're beginning to give me a headache!"

Bakugo: "What was that!? I'll blow you away!"

While most of the class has already gotten a solid grip on Bakugo's personality, Vegeta is a person who will never, NEVER back down from a challenge. And even the smallest hint of fighting words will be taken seriously.

Vegeta: "Oh? So the loud mouth cry baby thinks he can fight now? Pathetic. Get in my face and you won't be able to regret it."

Some of the students tried to intervene and get them to separate which only annoyed them further.

Bakugo: "That's it! You're done! Right here and now!"

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"With that out of the way it's time for you to really get in gear, cause this will stick with you for a while. That's right, you'll all be deciding class representatives."

With a wave of new energy, the class erupted as students all across wanted to be the one to be chosen. It's a leader type role, with it comes a certain prestige. Even Bakugo was enthusiastic enough to demand he be the rep. Of course this chaos was getting everyone nowhere.

Iida: "Everyone! The class representative must be someone to lead, and so they must have the trust of their fellow students, so I suggest we do a vote!"

While a good idea in theory, students who know only about two or three others in the class will make voting quite moot. Especially if everyone votes for themselves. Regardless no one objected and so the voting went under way.

The results were thus written on the board:

Miriael: 5 votes

Monika: 4 votes

Miriael: "What?"

Monika: "Congratulations! Seems like more people here trust you than you think! And I can be your deputy! Doesn't that sound fun?"

Miriael was shocked, he was not seeing that coming at all. While he did vote for himself, who else did? Not that he wasn't thankful but he didn't really know anyone outside Monika and Momo.

Iida: "Blast it! Not a single vote!"

Momo: "Why didn't you just vote for yourself?"

Aizawa: "Alright, the class representative is Miriael. Monika will be the deputy."

Most of the class saw Monika as a shoe in. Constantly being the best in several fields, as well as being an intellectual equal to Yaoyorozu if not even smarter. But in everyone's minds was, Miriael?

Not that he has any bad showings, but he didn't really make a name for himself at all. Some of the others in the class didn't even know his name until now. Everyone shared the same idea, others in the class must know something about him. And that was on everyone's mind.

Momo: "Sigh. I thought It was gonna be me and Monika up there to be honest. Miriael seems nice but can he lead a class? He hardly has the charisma."

That almost reminded her, she had a whole day set up with him. While blunt at times she couldn't help but inwardly admit that there was more to meet the eye with him, specifically his transforming metal quirk.

At the cafeteria, Izuku and Uraraka couldn't help but notice how crowded the whole place was. Thanks to Iida, they learned that several different courses all share the same place. Looking around they spotted some of the groups of class 1B for the first time. Small changes in schedule must have kept them at a different time for the first couple days. They were an interesting bunch indeed. With 3 of them specifically catching Izuku's eye's.

The first one of interest was Neji Hyuga. Everyone knew those famous blank eyes, they were almost as well known as the Uchiha clan. Neji in particular was a combat expert, the only reason Izuku knew who he was at all, was from a video on youtube showing him at a young age, defeating fully grown men with mere jabs.

The second, was also the most visually different in the school There was no doubt in anyone's mind, this was the son of a powerful, now dead villain known as the Demon King Piccolo. His air of seriousness made those in his way shudder and move out of fear.

Kakarot: "You feel that Vegeta?"

Vegeta: "Mhm. He's giving off the same energy we do. I can't tell in this state, but he might be almost as strong as us. Not bad for a namekian."

Kakarot: "Namekian?"

Vegeta: "Didn't you pay attention at all to the lectures as a kid? The Namekians were a race of people who dwelled in one of the islands of Japan like we did. In fact I think there's a very real possibility of you and him having more problems than you would realise."

Almost on cue, the green boy's glare turned to them, zoning in on Kakarot before narrowing. For a split second, one that only the saiyans noticed, he sprouted a malicious grin before turning away.

"Tch. Yes there is no arguing it. If this is the spawn of THE King Piccolo, I couldn't imagine him NOT bearing a wish to avenge his father. Afterall it was your father who dealt the killing blow."

Kakarot: "My father?"

Vegeta: "Remember what I told you before? He was an average fighter Kakarot, but he was a brilliant scientist. Who else but him could have found a way to manipulate energy itself into a means of both empowerment AND propelment."

Kakarot: "But didn't mom say he was just as strong a warrior as your father?"

Vegeta: "Bah, a low class being anywhere near as strong as MY father would HAVE to be a scientist to figure that out. No other explanation."

Kakarot: "But-"

Vegeta: "NO other explanation!"

Vegeta shoved a bowl of rice in his brother's mouth to get him to shut up, while also engorging himself. All this history gets a man hungry.

Easily the most noticeable from the rest was the red haired boy, carrying a giant gourd on his back. The shadow around his lifeless eyes gave him a peculiar look, like a tanuki. He didn't even bother to wear the school uniform, though for reasons unknown this was allowed by the staff.

Izuku made sure not to stare for too long, this was Gaara, and was possibly the most powerful, and dangerous person in the building. As a kid, when looking at disaster videos while bored one day, he came across one where a sandstorm hit a city to the east. It must have destroyed nearly everything. Eventually the culprit was Gaara himself, a small child at the time.

He could only wonder what the hell he was doing here in the first place. Why he attacked that city, why he joined up at UA, and what the plans the school has for him could be. Regardless he was not someone even Bakugo could probably defeat.

On Miriael's end, he had enough sitting by himself, and made his way to sit by some of the others of his class before he heard his name being called. Looking around he noticed his "deputy" Monika calling him over. He breathed out a sigh but remembered what his mom said. Perhaps he was being a bit unfair with her. It's simply that her unfazed reactions to every situation, specifically her plain unchanging smile, and the way she spoke to herself creeped him out. It was like he, and the other students weren't even there to her sometimes.

But he knew people had issues, and if she wanted to be his friend, it couldn't hurt to accept it as it is. Although when he got closer he noticed she wasn't alone. She sat with two others, all eyes on him as he approached.

On one side sat Monika, patting the seat next to her for me. On the other sat a tall, slender girl with long purple hair. She came off as a bit more formal than one usually is. The way she sat, the book she had and the tea she drank, it was a bit comical. Either way in his mind she was cute in a way. Next to her was an overall very small girl with short pink hair. She gave the opposite response, giving him a passive aggressive glare and crossing her arms in sassy fashion. But golly what a body, she needs a giant steak or something, anything!

Monika: "This is the friend I made in my class!"

Girl 1: "Good afternoon. My name is Yuri and this is Natsuki, it's a pleasure to meet you. Monika always says nice things about you."

Natsuki: "Seriously? You brought a boy? Way to kill the atmosphere."

Miriael was slightly taken aback, what difference in personality these two have. He didn't notice himself gawking and was called out on it quick.

"What are you looking at? If you want to say something, say it."

Miriael: "Eesh, i'm just thinking about something is all."

He took his seat next to monika, someone is in a sour mood.

Yuri: "Natsuki…"

Natsuki: "Hmph."

Monika: "Haha Natsuki is always full of energy, just try to ignore her moods ok? She doesn't actually think negatively of you."

Natsuki: "Hey!"

Monika: "And Yuri is probably the smartest girl in this whole school!"

Yuri: "Monika..d-don't say that."

Miriael: 'Something seems a bit off here'

Monika: "Well now that we're all here I'll go get the cupcakes!"

Miriael perked up. He hasn't had a cupcake in a while, and that's cause his peculiar style of eating them garnered unwanted attention and was a hassle to do anyway.

Natsuki: "Hey! I made them, i'll get them. Besides, you can't even get into the kitchen lab anyway."

Miriael: "Kitchen lab?"

Monika: "Aha sorry! And yeah Miriael, Natsuki isn't in the hero course, she takes culinary classes here, and so has access to a kitchen and storing rooms. Yuri here is in class 1B! She's actually pretty strong too when she's trying!"

Yuri buried her face in her book to hide her blushing.

Miriael: 'so she's the one Monika spoke of once. Something about having issues, didn't she say Yuri was an ex friend? I wonder if they made up or something since then.'

When Natuski came back, she sported a smile for the first time.

Natsuki: "Are you ready? Ta daaa!"

Miriael saw her uncover a tray with cute looking cupcakes, made to look like mini cats. It was quite impressive, you'd need to be skilled to do something like that.

After everyone fawned over her work, they started to eat. Miriael was a bit hesitant, wondering if this would offend Natsuki, something he would rather avoid judging by her mood a few moments ago. Regardless he started...by taking a napkin and wiping all the chocolate and icing clean off.

The small girl's eyes widened in response. He noticed from the corner of his that she wasn't getting angry but seemed almost worried.

Natsuki: "Was there something wrong!?"

Miriael: "No! Not at all! I just don't eat sweet stuff very often, so I eat my cupcakes plain. But its still really good! Thank you."

Her facial expression softened.

Natsuki: "Why are you thanking me? It's not like I...made them for you or anything."

Miriael: 'there! Right there! Natsuki and Yuri, they're acting...almost like they were cut and paste tropes from anime i've seen. Nobody actually acts like this in real life. This is all really strange'

Yuri was about to get out her tea set for the others to enjoy when a loud alarm began to sound off.

Intercom: "Warning. Level 3 security breach. Evacuate in a safe and orderly fashion."

It took a few moments, but when it hit, everyone began to panic en masse. This meant someone broke into the school. A few of the students like Kakarot and Vegeta had glory on their minds. Each wanted to be the first to find and defeat the perpetrator.

Monika: "Hm. Now that was unexpected."

Miriael: "We need to get out of here! What are you sitting around for?"

Monika: "It took me only a moment to check, it's just the reporters again. We're fine to sit around and wait it out."

Yuri and Natsuki looked scared but decided to trust their friend.

Miriael: "Just the reporters?"

He looked over at the hallways where complete and utter pandemonium occured.

"Oh boy."

A/N

Once again apologies for the long wait. Which is why this chapter was a bit larger than usual, and I will of course be starting USJ soon so look forward to that!