Chapter 1

Birth of a (Monster?) Hero.

What do I do? A young Izuku Midoriya thought, as the classroom around him seemed to slow down and his mind raced for a solution. What can I do? Kacchan might knock over Misaki-sans vase on the shelf, he'll be so angry!

The blonde had just been showing his best friend his quirk that had developed the past weekend just a few moments ago, until the boy had created a strong explosion in an attempt to show off to his friend. What he hadn't expected however is that the explosion would be stronger than what he had been bracing himself for, causing him to fall back.

As luck would have it, they were standing near a shelf rack with a rather large vase property of one of their teachers, Misaki Korone, who had put the vase there for seemingly no reason other than to show off his apparent wealth. How a teacher could afford such a thing was beyond wouldn't be a problem however, if it weren't for the fact the falling toddler had made a rather large collision with the shelf rack, Izuku could see the vase start to wobble in place.

''Ouch… what the hell?" Izuku heard his friend say, pain evident in his voice as he laid there with his back to the shelf, he probably hurt his head considering he seemed pretty out of it at the moment. Izuku was about to walk over to him until realization hit him.

The vase is still moving, It really is going to fall. From where Kacchan is sitting It might actually fall on his head! Izuku could feel his body start to move forward as he assessed what was about to happen if he didn't do something. Th- that vase is actually super heavy isn't it? The toddler could vaguely remember Misaki-san and Teruko-san (reluctantly) assisting and still having trouble actually lifting the vase on the shelf, Teruko-san had actually protested against putting such a heavy object on an elevated spot in the presence of toddlers. But the man had insisted on putting it there, trying to justify placing it there by saying some farce like 'kids these days need to be surrounded more by art' to the chagrin of Teruko-san. He truly was a show off.

Izuku didn't know the math, but if two grown men had trouble lifting it, then the weight would be beyond something a toddler could possibly endure having dropped on his head. And the dread that was starting to grow in his stomach intensified.

As if the object was planning on taking him up on that musing Izuku could see the vase starting to tip over. In a haste Izuku called out to his friend. ''Kacchan get away from there, it's dangerous! The vase is gonna fall!'' His warning seemed to be in vain however as Kacchan barely looked as if he had heard him, instead he just responded with a confused look, his hand feeling at the back of his head with a wince. Had he really knocked his head that hard?

Izuku realized in that moment. Kacchan can't get up! He's actually gonna get hit if I don't do something, but…

''Izuku…?''

Izuku froze, broken out of the train wreck that were his growing insecurities as he looked at his friend. He looked confused, concerned, but most important of all, scared. And to his fright, the vase started falling.

''NO!''

Before he could think Izuku leaped forward with a hard shout that sounded throughout the whole class but mostly went unnoticed. Setting off in a speed and strength that should not be feasible for a 4 year old still quirkless child. He seemed to fly at his friend, his actions only catching up with him now as he was covering his friend with his body. He realized there was only one thing he could do if he wanted to save his friend from the most likely fatal injury.

He would have take the brunt of the hit himself.

He had less than a second to brace himself for the incoming pain. As he looked at his friends bewildered and frightened face, he could only hear himself mutter ''Don't worry, I'm here'' Until he heard a deafening shatter, and felt a numb pain.

Then, the world went black.

What the hell just happened?

Katsuki Bakugou knew for a fact he had been showing Izuku his quirk he got yesterday not more than a minute ago. When he had entered class the first thing on his mind had been to tell his friend about the new development, he'd been so ecstatic to the point he'd considered just going to his house yesterday to tell him the news. But it had been late and he'd decided it would be better to surprise him in class, and surprised he was. He had nearly matched Katsuki in his eccentricities and it hadn't even been his quirk that had developed, he had instantly asked him about the details and what he could do with it and had started theorizing before he could even begin showing him. Izu-kun can be such a nerd at times. he thought lightheartedly, but it was often pretty useful so Katsuki could tolerate his ramblings. Most of the time.

When lunch break arrived they'd quickly moved to the corner of the class where the shelves are. Kids don't play as much there so they immediately got to it. However, when he started to demonstrate his quirk he had gotten ahead of himself. After showing Izuku the basic sparks he could create he had wanted to impress him more, so he decided to up the power of his quirk. They'd already theorized that how his quirk worked had something to do with his sweat since his mother had that type of quirk, and the sweat on his hands had smelled differently. So he tried to rub his hands together to increase the warmth, and hopefully the size of the sparks. Izuku picked up on what he had been doing however.

"K-kacchan is that really a good idea?" He said, slight apprehension apparent on his face. Katsuki seemed to pay him no mind as he continued rubbing his hands. "Jeez Izu-kun of course it is, don't worry too much. It's not like I'll blow us all up, I just got it yesterday,"

"Even then, we don't know how strong it'll be… you might hurt yourself." Izuku seemed determined to prove to him it was a bad idea, he'd just have to show him wrong.

"Well ready or not, here it comes!" He said excitedly as he lifted his hands up, palms facing away from him and his friend. Izu-kun looked like he wanted to say something but finally realized he wouldn't be able to convince his friend at this point. He might as well just observe.

That's where everything went wrong.

The blast that appeared when he ignited his hands had been much larger and intense than both of them had been expecting, Izu-kun subconsciously stepped back in his panic while Katsuki could feel himself losing balance. The recoil had been so large it was enough to push him back, he tried to regain his footing but doing so only delayed the inevitable fall.

SLAM

Katsuki was positive he could see stars, it felt like he'd crashed into something but he couldn't be sure at this point. Everything seemed hazy and he could feel a pulsating pain shooting through his hands and the back of his head. "Ouch… what the hell?"

Then he heard a voice. "Kacchan… there… erous… vase… fall!''

That's Izu-kun isn't it? What is he saying? Katsuki was really feeling out of it, he tried to feel the pain on his head but winced, it really hurt. So he decided to try to look where his friends voice came from, he was a few meters away by now, but he seemed extremely worried and even scared? What is he looking scared for? I'm the one who hit my head. Although he did warn me for it… so he decided to call out.

"Izuku…?" He'd managed to stammer out, not using his nickname in a daze, he doubted his friend had heard it but to his surprise the boy's head snapped up looking at something above him. Katsuki couldn't really see his friend's face properly but he could've sworn something about his face was off, his eyes? He could faintly hear a shout and Izuku seemed to jump at him at a really fast speed.

Wh-what is happening? Izuku was slumped over him now as if covering him, and suddenly Katsuki regained his senses. "Don't worry, I'm here" Izuku had softly muttered. And as Katsuki looked up at his friend he recognized the inconsistency he had noticed just now, he was sure now his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him, Izuku's eyes were different. The sclera weren't white but a scarlet black, and his pupils an eerie crimson. Even though this sight should've terrified Katsuki, it hadn't. He wouldn't be scared of his friend, he'd known him for practically his whole (admittedly short) life and knew he would never hurt anyon-

Suddenly, Katsuki had been ripped out of his thoughts, as an ear deafening shatter echoed throughout the class and the hallways as he subconsciously closed his eyes at the sound. And there he sat now, seemingly paralyzed as he was recalling what had just happened in not more than 10 seconds, in an attempt to piece together what the hell had just transpired. He finally opened his eyes, and he could feel his heart nearly stop.

On top of him was an unconscious Izuku while around him were thick shattered pieces of what seemed to be a vase, Misaki's vase. He realized. He looked around and saw a crowd of their classmates starting to group around them like a flock of birds. like the extra's they are he thought spitingly. while their teachers were trying to worm their way through the class as they came running through the door. It then struck Katsuki. Izu-kun…

Izu-kun protected me from the falling vase by taking the hit himself.

Katsuki could feel the tears form in his eyes as his heart clenched. He even warned me about it, he just jumped in without a care for his own safety. And now, n-now he mi-might be…

Katsuki shook the thought out of his head, thinking about that made him feel like he would choke. He could tell the teachers were making it through the classroom, one considerably faster than the other. He finally found the power to speak. "Izu-kun, wake up. Izu-kun, come on. Please Izuku!" He tried shaking his friend in an attempt to wake him up and noticed his own hands had been burnt rather badly, he ignored the almost unbearable sting the contact caused him to feel and kept calling his friends name.

"What the fuck happened here!" Katsuki looked up and noticed a teacher making his way through the crowd, it was Misaki. He'd wormed himself through the crowd of children roughly, explaining how he'd managed to get through at such speed while the other teacher -who Katsuki only now recognized as Teruko-san- was trailing behind treading more carefully, Misaki seemed uncaring if he stepped on a child and couldn't be bothered to keep his vocabulary appropriate in the presence of toddlers. he looked absolutely furious, it was clear he was planning on directing that fury at whatever thing caused this chaos.

As he finally made it through the human blockade, it looked like he took a moment to take in the scene. When he laid his eyes on the shards scattered over the floor, Katsuki could see it clearly: the man was going to explode.

''YOU FUCKING BRATS!''

Teruko Eboro was becoming increasingly worried as he carefully passed through the huge swarm of children, he absently noted kids from other classes had gathered as well for some reason. That wasn't his main concern however, Misaki has always had temper problems; even the most minute thing could send him off the rails on bad days. And as luck would have it, today was one of those bad days, the teacher didn't know what had caused the man to have such a short temper, but then again none of the teachers really knew anything about the man. He had one day just showed up, the principal had explained that he would be teaching here from now on.

This in itself wouldn't have been very out of place if it weren't for the fact the man had looked so old, he definitely didn't look like a freshly graduated college student ready to become a teacher. And he was definitely not a transfer teacher from another school, they simply didn't require one and the process of transferring would require the input of multiple other teachers. However its not like there was anything that could be done, even if it seemed a little fishy they could at least trust the principal enough to not doubt his decisions.

Slowly but surely however the suspicions grew and Misaki Korone became more and more of an enigma. Teruko could not figure the man out, not only was he 43 years old but also questionably wealthy, very wealthy, evident by the expensive clothing and accessories he seemed to always wear, where he got the money from no one knew. Most importantly was that the he was definitely not an experienced teacher and may not even have had any formal education for teaching, and he was extremely anti social to boot, constantly keeping everyone at a distance. The only person he has ever seen the man commonly have a conversation with is the principal, and even then it didn't particularly seem like any of the two were enjoying the others presence.

Teruko had tried to interact with me man many times considering they were supposed to teach this class together and he never actually learned what his quirk was, but be it by simply ignoring him or outright avoiding him Misaki had made it very obvious he would rather not have to associate with his colleague more than work required them to. And Teruko had to put 'work' lightly when it came to Misaki, because the man honestly didn't do much. Other than bringing in one of his expensive decorations or objects (for no apparent reason) into the class on occasions the man really only stood around, he would sometimes help a kid with math when forced or whatever but that was mostly the extent of what Teruko could expect of the mysterious man. And as time went on it became harder and harder to believe the man even wanted to be a teacher. Of course he had tried to bring this up to the principal but he had simply waved him off. ''He simply still has to get used to the environment, don't be too strict on him Eboro-san, do not forget, he is still technically your senior.'' He had said. Teruko had really wanted to heatedly point out how it was very obvious that Misaki was not a more experienced teacher than him and that the man couldn't teach for shit, but decided it best for both his sanity and the integrity of his job if he just left the office silently.

If Teruko had to give his own opinion on the man he'd have to say he rather disliked him and that he gave him a bad vibe, there was just something about Misaki that unsettled him. Even if he were to ignore the mysterious manner the man had joined this school the man just gave off an ominous aura that was hard to describe. It felt like a bomb of sorts, the man regularly came in with a bad mood in which he would snap at anyone who dared to annoy him, even the kids. Maybe it had something to do with his quirk?

''What the fuck happened here!''

This had Teruko rather concerned for what would happen now, he had no idea what had caused that shattering sound but from where the kids had swarmed he had a good idea. It would have to be Misaki's damned vase. I just hope no kid got hurt because of that moron's need to show off, or I'll seriously get tempted to show that douche what my fist feels like, especially for being so fucking vulgar in front of the kids. He could feel a righteous fury start to flare, and his hands start to tingle violently.

''YOU FUCKING BRATS!''

That was the last straw, Teruko hurried to get to his damned colleague before the dunce did something he'd make him regret.

Katsuki was starting to panic, he was now holding Izuku in his arms while trying to keep his hands from receiving any kind off pressure since it hurt a lot. What was the cause of his feelings of distress was the man now standing in front of him, it was Misaki, and he looked positively pissed.

Katsuki had made a hobby of pestering him in the past for a while, Izuku had told him the new teacher gave him the creeps a week after the guy had arrived but he had decided to see it for himself. Despite his best efforts however he never got much more than an annoyed mutter or a malicious scowl out of the man. Normally this wouldn't deter Katsuki from going until he managed to really get under an adults skin, but for this man something told him it would be better to stop. Not for any particular reason other than listening to his gut instinct, the man really gave him bad vibes. Like he was constantly observing everything with those unsettling eyes, but not in a way a teacher should, more like a butcherer checking on farm animals, seeing which are good for 'harvest'.

He always shuddered at that thought, his imagination scared him sometimes. But what was happening now sadly was not him imagining, Misaki stood in front of him while very real. Somehow Teruko-san still hadn't arrived, he had hoped the only sensible adult would've calmed the furious man down and gotten his best friend some help already. He steeled himself for what would be a very bad experience, he couldn't let this angry idiot scare him from getting his best friend help, not on his watch. My hands can wait till later.

''Korone-san,'' he decided to start polite ''Izu-kun really needs help! Your-'' he caught himself, rubbing into the already angry teacher that his vase is what broke is probably not smart ''One of the vases on the shelves fell on his head! He's fallen unconscious!'' the desperation was now clear in his voice, the man looked at him, his dark almost void-like pupils staring into Katsuki's red now watery eyes. Did it work? Has he finally calmed dow-

Suddenly Katsuki was gripped by the collar, one arm holding him by his T-shirt as he could feel Izuku start to slip out of his arms as he was slowly but surely lifted off the ground. He went to grab hold of his friends but his attempt was denied by another larger hand grabbing hold of his hands, holding them with a crushing grip. Katsuki felt his hands go numb for a second, before a searing pain shot through them, it felt like they were imploding, and before he could properly process what was going on he let out a blood curdling scream.

''AAAAAHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTSSTOPSTOPSTOP!''

Katsuki started screaming and trashing, the man seemed unperturbed as he brought the boy closer. ''Do you fucking know what you did, brat?'' his grip tightened, eyes almost looking like black holes and Katsuki could almost feel his lungs and vocal cords rip themselves apart as he screamed for his life. The kids around them stood there frozen in place as they witnessed the blonde boy with fear evident in their eyes. None of them seemed to notice the prone boy thought to be unconscious shift at the sound of the bellows. ''That device was worth more than you and your little shitty friend combined if I were to se-AAHH"

Katsuki could suddenly feel the man's grip on his neck start to loosen, Wh-what? I-Izuku? Katsuki was temporarily broken out of his screaming fit as he realized what was happening, Izuku had latched onto the man's arm, the same arm holding Katsuki's neck. With his teeth, he was viciously biting down on the flesh as his now crimson eyes seemed to glow predatorily as he glared up at the man. Realizing his friend had left him with an opening Katsuki knew what he had to do. Forcing his already busted hands, he commanded them an especially hot explosion, pushing his hands like that hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. But he had to go through with it, he wouldn't let his friend's surprise attack go to waste.

BOOM

if Katsuki's hands felt like they were gonna implode then, he couldn't feel his hands at all now, having let the explosion loose he fell to the ground. The man now focusing on the child still snapped onto his arm like a bear trap, after shaking violently he eventually managed to get the toddler off him, but not without Izuku taking a considerable lump of the man's arm. Izuku dropped to the ground and went limp. Before Katsuki could rush to his friends side, Misaki shoved him back as he examined his now burnt hands and torn arm.

''You little shits!'' He took a heavy step forward, black eyes blazing. ''You still dare to fucking burn me and bite me like a rat after the shit you pulled?!'' He took another step, scorched hands now reaching into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. ''I don't even fucking care about the plan anymore, I'll just take both of you and-'' The man cut off, suddenly slumping forward as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, he started falling. Barely missing Katsuki and Izuku, landing right in front of them.

He… he fell. Katsuki thought numbly, regarding the now prone man. His eyes immediately flitted over to his friend, wanting to be sure he hadn't fallen on any large shards. As he got closer he checked on the boy, realizing he truly was unconscious now and absently noting the lump of flesh had disappeared. It must have been flung somewhere after he was thrown. He reasoned. Now finally knowing his friend wasn't in any immediate danger he took the time to realize how dangerous the situation truly had been. In a lot of the anime Katsuki and Izuku watched they would go on about how the heroes could sense the 'killing intent' radiating off the villains or whatever, they'd always thought it to be silly that they could seemingly feel something like that. But Katsuki knew now, he wasn't imagining it. That man would have definitely done something drastic had he not suddenly collapsed. Only now comprehending how odd it is for the man to suddenly have dropped cold, he looked for the cause.

He looked up and saw Teruko-san. The teacher seemed to be telling the by standing kids to get 'help' or whatever, he felt lightheaded from all the yelling and screeching. As the crowd ran off; now snapped out of their fright induced daze, the teacher instantly turned his attention to the boys on the ground, not batting an eye at the body of the unconscious 'teacher' as he mercilessly kicked the man aside, stepping towards the boys.

''Are you two okay?'' he said scanning over the two boys, his eyes stuck on Katsuki's now battered and rather burnt hands and the now truly unconscious Izuku laying next to him. He instantly grabbed for izuku's hand to measure his pulse and he checked breathing, Katsuki had seen it in movies before. He seemed relieved and sighed deep and tiredly, his normally relatively young looking face looked like it had aged 50 years. ''I guess that's a really stupid question, huh… the poor kid is out cold, and don't get me started on you.'' he said rhetorically, Katsuki couldn't help but smile a little despite the situation, knowing he and Izuku weren't under the threat of Misaki's violence anymore put his heart at rest somewhat. But he was curious. ''H-how-'' he winced a little at how hoarse his voice felt, he had been screaming his lungs out just now so It shouldn't come as a surprise, but he decided to push through, Teruko-san only responded with an encouraging smile. ''Ho- how did you knock h-im out?'' he managed to stammer out.

''Oh? You didn't know? My quirk is called 'stun-gun'. My body naturally stores a set amount of voltage in my hands, which I can use to zap people.'' He showed him by creating a small spark in the palm of his hand.

Katsuki looked at him incredulously though, ''how c-could a spark like th-that knock him out cold like that?'' it didn't really add up to the child. Teruko-san chuckled at the childlike innocence, ''You see, my body can store enough energy into my hands that I could knock out two grown men in a day or one very large man with a lot of fat and muscle.'' He showed him his hands and pointed two fingers for emphasis. ''One K.O. per hand as you may have guessed''

Katsuki looked at him as if he was stupid for a second. Isn't that pretty busted? If he can just recharge he'll be able to just knock out a ton of people! Why isn't he a hero? As if reading his thoughts Teruko-san looked at him a little… wistfully? ''I know what you're thinking, why am I not a hero right? Well like I said I literally only have 2 charges a day, I really can only replenish the charges by having a good nights sleep. Napping doesn't work, trust me I tried.'' He looked away for a second, almost as if sad. Until he locked eyes again, eyes filled with life. ''Besides, even if I could magically recharge it somehow, I would've still become a teacher.''

Katsuki was flabbergasted. ''What?'' Katsuki honestly could not comprehend this. Someone would give up the chance to become a hero even if they had a strong quirk like that? Why? To Katsuki becoming a hero was the most important thing and only thing he wanted the moment he knew they existed, he knew his friend thought the same. So how could someone -even hypothetically- possibly want to decline being a hero in favor of any other job?

Teruko saw the awestruck and confused look on the child's face and smiled warmly, ''You know, I could go on a whole speech over why I would take this job over being a hero any day, but help is coming so I don't think I'll have the time so I'll give you the short version'' he extended his arm and put his hands on both Katsuki and Izuku's head, ruffling their hair while he glared daggers at the prone man to their side. ''I mean, think about it. If I hadn't become a teacher, how would I be sure you two would've been safe after what this lunatic was going to do to you two, if I didn't have just the right quirk to knock him out without resistance. It's stuff like this among other things that make me glad I became a teacher, I may not directly be saving lives like a hero does daily. But the least I can do is prepare the future generation as best I can, kids like you two are the future after all you know.'' He gave a toothy grin more reminiscent of a 12 year old than that of a man in his late 20s, but Katsuki couldn't help but let out a chuckle. ''That was a little cheesy, but surprisingly cool coming from you. But you're not a kid, don't make that face, old man.''

"H-hey! I'm only 28, I still have my whole life to look forward to. You can be so mean for a kid…" The teacher pouted, Katsuki responded with a sly grin. Even if he was now teasing the man, what the teacher had said had resonated more with him than he let on, he'd die of embarrassment if he were to show it though. He'd talk with Izuku about it later…

Oh right, Izuku. While Katsuki had been lost in his thoughts Teruko-san had already moved over to the unconscious child and was seemingly checking him for injuries, he'd landed flat on his front, so he was laying with his face to the floor. As Teruko-san went to flip him over the man froze at what he saw. "Bakugou… why is Midoriya's face, or should I say his mouth, covered in blood?" He turned to the kid, his expression now serious. "No scratch that, what actually happened here? What caused that shattering noise? And what did that madman do to you two? The first thing I made sure to do was knock the bastard out since you were screaming, but I never caught what was happening."

Teruko knew he should've asked earlier, but he'd wanted to make sure to lift the kid's mood after such a possibly traumatic event. He seemed to be doing relatively okay so he had to ask now, the students he told to get help seemed to be taking their sweet time, so he'd just get the story now.

So Katsuki reluctantly told him everything that had happened, the teacher stayed silent for the entirety of the explanation, only giving a worried gasp when he told him about the vase and maliciously scowling at Misaki next to them when he told him about the way he had reacted. After recounting for what felt like an hour, he finally finished. "And that's when you knocked him out." Katsuki said while wincing a little. During the exposition Teruko had grabbed a first aid kit and started binding Katsuki's hands in bandages carefully to at least keep them from getting more damaged or infected. Fatigue was more and more visible in the boy's body language as the adrenaline seemed to leave his system, he was becoming drowsy.

"You are telling me the vase fell on his head after you knocked yourself over and hurt your hands, and he still got up after he heard your screaming to bite at the bastard like a piranha? And not only that but he managed to actually tear off skin?" Teruko looked astonished, he couldn't tell which part was harder to believe. But wait… the only blood on him is from the mongrel. He got hit on the head by something that heavy and didn't bleed a single drop of blood?

"Bakugou, has Midoriya bled at any point after the accident?" Katsuki actually looked up at that, he hadn't thought about it. "I… I'm not sure, but I don't actually think so. I didn't get any blood on me and I had been holding his head for a while." Katsuki looked somewhat hopeful now "Is that a good thing?" Maybe he didn't get that hurt after all? he hoped innocently.

Contrary to what Katsuki had expected Teruko-san looked even more grim now. "It's… it's not good at all Bakugou, the damage has a high chance of being internal." Katsuki didn't know exactly what that meant, but it had to be bad. The dread he had felt before returned full force, holding his toddler heart in a vice grip, as he worried even more for his friend's health.

All of a sudden they were both broken out of their torturous thoughts as they could hear the classroom doors slide open. "S-sensei! We got the help!" They turned around and were instantly greeted by first aid workers rushing into the classroom. Teruko hastily got up, making sure to hold Izuku as carefully as possible, Katsuki stood up shakily and followed his teacher as they were guided by one of the workers to the ambulance while his teacher was explaining to the men something. Before they left the classroom what seemed like a police officer walked up to Teruko as they exchanged quick words, then the officer quickly entered the class. He couldn't hear what was being said anymore and he didn't care, as he looked at his friend's unconscious face tiredly he could only think one thing.

Help is here Izu-kun, please be okay.

(A/N)

And with that I welcome you to my first written fic, I've wanted to write one for a while now and finally found the motivation and courage(?) to start. This first chapter was mainly to figure out my writing style a little so I apologize if some of it is still a little finicky at times, but I felt I still did a passable job. If you have any feedback or tips please let me know by reviewing, I want to get better after all.

I have a lot of stories on my mind that I want to write but this will be my priority for a while, don't worry though, if you liked what you read there will be more coming as fast as I can make them. Which surprisingly wasn't that long for this chapter (5.7k words in a week while still procrastinating a high amount is a win for me)

One thing I have to say for this story is about the usage of Japanese prefixes and name order, I decided to incorporate them into this story for a reason after all. I'm not doing them because I want to be Japanese or to pander to the Japanese culture as interesting as it is, I believe Japanese prefixes are a great way of showcasing the relationship between two characters in a simple way. I advise you to look them up, they are pretty interesting. Other than the prefixes I won't really add any other stuff like 'senpai' or whatever, I already believe that word has been misused and misunderstood too much. (It means upperclassman or refers to someone older or more experienced than you at work or school, not bosses or teachers though)

I feel I've made this authors note a little too long, but that was all for now. Thanks for reading, review if you'd like and see you in the next one.