A/N if it was supposed to be a joke. Now it's real. Oh well.

Aizawa's POV

Shouta Aizawa was on his way to the store for supplies when there's a scream above him. He looked up only to see what can only be described as a broccoli falling towards him. Crashing them both into the ground.

A black-haired man said as he lands smoothly beside them, "Kid you landed on someone."

Shouta looked up to see a man wearing a nice suit and a black tie. On his head was a black top hat. In a way, he looked like an old magician that he had seen in pictures. With what he had seen there was only one group he belongs to. They had abilities similar to quirks. This man could only belong to Circus.

Shouta who laid on the ground with a child on top of him wondered how he got to this point. It was supposed to be his day off.

Why was he having to deal with Circus on his day off?

As an underground hero, he dealt with them on a weekly basis. Varugas were becoming more of a common sight. Heroes didnt have the ability to combat them. Quirks did not work on Varugas. Even if they were injured they would not die.

Circus was created by men who feared that they would become a threat when they first appeared. Only the quirkless had the gene within their body to activate the id bracelets. A power was similar to that of a quirk that was activated by words.

These powers did work against the Varuga. So Circus and Heroes were forced to work together but only in the shadows.

The boy blushed as he cried, "Aaaaaa I'm so sorry," he tries to help Aizawa up, "Sensei why did you catch me? You always caught Yogi."

Shouta looked the boy up and down. The boy had black hair with green tips his eyes were like emeralds. He was wearing a green hoodie with a black number two on its right side.

The boy was built lightly in muscle. He didnt seem to be malnourished in any way. Or unhappy even if he was pouting at the man. The man returned the pout with a fond exasperated look.

Oh great not only was this a Circus member but the kid was a Child of the Airship. That meant the boy was training to be a special operative.

Shouta frowned at the sight of the boy with that thought. The boy couldn't be older than fifteen.

Circus took in children of all ages but it was rare for under the age of 16 to start their training. Controlling the energy meant that he was out of the school that all the operatives went to.

From what Shouta understood the school was five years of classes without break. That meant this boy must have begun around the age of 10. He must have quite a bit of power and a strong will to have started it at such a young age.

The man responded with a faint look of amusement in his blue eyes, "Only way you will learn to keep the energy flowing at all times is trial and error. Next time don't land on a civilian. As for catching Yogi if I didn't, he has the tendency to land on his head. We don't need him any crazier than he already is."

Shouta grumbled agitated, "Its the middle of the day. Doesn't Circus usually do its practices indoors?"

The boy blinked in surprise. Shota knew that he just revealed he wasnt a civilian as the man assumed. There wasnt a point in hiding it. Circus didn't usually perform ability tests out in the open for a reason. Their abilities were supposed to be secret.

The man said a faint smile twitching at his lips, "Well then you must be a hero we work with. I am Captain Hirato of Airship 2. This is one of my wards he is currently learning how to use a training id bracelet. Next year he hopes to go to Yuuei and become the first hero and Circus special operative."

The boy seemed to stand a little taller with pride. Hirato was someone he had heard of. If a Varuga killed a civilian parent Hirato would take in the orphaned child if there no one else willingly. Whether they had a quirk or not made no difference.

Shouta gave the boy another glance as he found himself under the child's scrutiny. The boy hadn't given his name. Given the circumstances that could only mean he was close to becoming a full-fledged operative.

When that happened they dropped their true names and took up new ones. Hirato wasnt the Captain's real name. It was just the name he chose in order to protect his family.

This child knew the risks of what he was getting into. Since he didnt know Shota he wasn't going to risk his life or that of his family. If there were any left.

The boy questioned suddenly, "What's your name?"

Shouta thought for a moment then replied, "When you can tell me your name I'll tell you, mine kid."

There was a brief pouting look on the boy's face. Shouta briefly thought it was an adorable look before he pushed away such thoughts. His life was complicated enough without adding a Circus brat into the mix.

A white-gloved hand landed on the boy's shoulder. The kid glanced up at his Captain before sighing, "See you around then."

Briefly, Shouta caught sight of a bracelet with four gems on it. One large red gem and three smaller grey ones. It was the Circus id bracelet that all operatives wore. It was a little different from how he remembered. He had seen one once before that was thinner and had three jewels. One thin red and two smaller blue ones.

Was this boy wearing a training bracelet? Or was it just a different model? Either way, he didnt get the chance to ask.

Then they were gone taking flight likely back to their airship. Even at a distance, he could see how unsteady the younger was in the air.

As Shouta walked away he felt a tingling in the back of his mind. Faint emotions that he couldn't identify. For the moment he ignored them and continued on to get the things he needed for his cats.

Izuku's POV

It took three free falls and four false starts for him to make it back onto the airship. The amusement rolled off Hirato every time. By the time he has reached the ship, his energy levels were depleted.

As soon as they landed in the entrance room. The sheep robots that patrolled the ship greeter them happily, "Baa... welcome back... baa."

They intoned together, "We are back."

With that, the sheep stepped to the side allowing them to pass. The sheep obeyed Hirato and the full-fledged members.

Currently, Izuku was an in-training operative. He was taken in by Circus when he was only six. His mother was killed by a Varuga when an operative stepped in. Hirato was only 16 at the time and already a Lieutenant of the Second Airship. He was on the fast track to being a captain.

That night he became a Child of Airship 2. They couldn't get in contact with his father. Even at the age of six, he had known they wouldn't. Hisashi Midoriya was overseas on a special project.

Six months after joining the airship his soulmate mark had appeared. As much as he wanted it to match his savior's mark it didnt. Instead, it was a black cat with white bandages and red eyes curled around a green fox with green eyes. It was how he earned his nickname Kit with Hirato and Yogi.

Yogi was another Child of the Airship that was six years older than Izuku. He had been with Circus since he was four. Circus had found him when he was being experimented on by members of Kafka.

Kafka were people who wanted to kick start the next stage of evolution. The creatures were known as Varugas. Their bodies healed faster and distorted in a bloodlust. To keep their abilities and sanity they had to eat complex creatures like people. It was an operative's duty to stop the Varugas.

When Izuku was ten Hirato gave him the option of joining the operative school. Normally a Child of the Airship would not be considered for a place until they at least 16 or older. Then it would be another five years before they graduated. Those who wanted to be heroes were unable to because they were too old for the schools.

That was what Circus allowed the world to see at least. The process for choosing its special operative and Table of Z was a lot more intercut.

Until recently Circus special operatives were chosen from a registar. Children tested at birth that had a gene that would allow them to use the id bracelets. Hirato was one such child. It was how he had risen through the ranks as quickly as he did.

Then there were the Children of the Airship. Those who were taken from abusive families or those who had died in a Varuga attack. They could choose to live normal lives or they could go to the Academy. The Academy were the ones who trained those off the registar. It was the only way for someone like Izuku to become a special operative.

Most civilians were unable to tell the difference between a regular and a special operative.

If one looked closely they would be able to see the differences. Special operatives were younger and had colder eyes. The Lieutenants and Captains were chosen from the special operatives never the regular.

Their uniforms were sorted by trim colors. Gold for a captain, Green for the lieutenants, red for the special operatives, and grey for the regular.

Starting at the age of ten meant he would finish in time to become a hero. Being a hero was something he always wanted. He would be the first to link the two groups together. Rather than just being a comrades in battle.

Due to his age was shielded from some of the darker aspects of being an operative. He had fought and brought down Possessor's first level Varugas. Unlike the other students, he still had not seen or even knew what as Burial was.

It frustrated him beyond belief that he still couldn't help his friends. Or help Hirato who gave him a life. As the youngest Captain of an Airship Hirato had a lot to live up to and sway. It was how Izuku was even accepted into the academy at all.

Now he was fifteen and going to middle school for the second semester. It would be the first time he was with children his own age since he joined Circus. No doubt the classes would bore him to death. The Academy's classes were far above average and Hirato didnt let him slack off either. All his spare time would be to learning how to use this damn training bracelet.

As an in training operative, he could not have a true id bracelet. Not until they were sure that he could control the power.

Most in training members had trouble drawing out their power. That was not the problem he was having though. Despite what Hirato might think he could draw upon the power just fine.

Controlling the power was another story. No matter what he seemed to do the power overrode his training bracelet. It was why he kept falling out of the sky.

Hirato said drawing Izuku's attention, "Izuku, you have the rest of the day off. Tomorrow you have your first day at the middle school. It might just be a formality so you can join a hero course but don't slack off. Put everything you have into your classes."

Izuku snapped to attention as he replied, "Yes sir!"

Briefly, a soft light entered his mentor's eyes. Then it was gone as he turned towards his office. Izuku turned towards his own rooms.

It only took him a few moments to reach his room. The walls were bare of any posters. A bed was in the back corner and there were two large bookshelves. There was another door leading to his in-suite bathroom.

On the shelves were notebooks. They held his notes on heroes and the Varugas he had studied. In his younger days, he studied almost solely heroes.

Until one day they were forced to make an emergency landing. Later Izuku would learn that Thomas the previous Second Airship Captain had been ambushed. That night Hirato pulled everyone into the meeting all.

It was one of the few times Izuku had ever seen his mentor looking murderous. Normally Hirato was sarcastic and playful towards everyone. That night his blue eyes had turned a hard grey. It was the first time Izuku feared for his life since joining.

Hirato told them about the attack and that it was from a Varuga. Thomas had given just as good as he got. The damage that had been done was extensive.

What hit them however was that Thomas was not expected to make it through the night. It was the first time he had seen death since his mother's. The first time he actually was able to understand death. It was right before Izuku went off to Academy.

Hirato got forcefully promoted to the rank of Captain. Then he used his rank to get Izuku into the Academy. That was when Izuku got all the information Circus would allow him on Varugas. Which wasnt much even at the Academy.

Laying on his bed Izuku raised his right arm so that the sleeve of his shirt dropped. This revealed his Circus id bracelet. It was scuffed from the amount of use it had seen. Only the full operatives bracelets were new and unused. Those bracelets were linked only to their user. It would never work for anyone else.

In the back of his mind, he got the vaguest sense of feelings. He couldn't exactly read them but they weren't his own. For the time being, he pushed the feelings to the side. He had enough problems without them adding to the list.

That night he was unable to sleep his mind was focused on his power. When morning finally came he looked like the living dead.

Hirato noticed at breakfast but didn't comment. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow at the younger. A black backpack lay on the floor by the door. It was his school bag from his time in the Academy. It was filled with the books he needs for today.

Yogi exclaimed as he kicked the door open, "Kit! Are you ready to go to school?!"

The older boy laid his arms around Izuku's shoulders. Normally he would have told the other but his heart wasn't in it. Not this morning.

Izuku was reluctant to return to the civilian lifestyle. Most of his life was spent in Circus but his civilian life left more than it's fair share of scars. He didnt know that it was wrong to do so then but he had been bullied as a young child.

Katsuki Bakugo once a childhood friend realized he didnt have a quirk. As such he abandoned Izuku and used him as a punching bag. Used his quirk to keep control over the smaller boy.

Burn scars littered Izuku's body from the two years before Circus took him in. New scars had been added to his body from training at the Academy. They didn't have the lasting vo impact that Bakugo's did.

Hirato already told him that he had permission to use his training to protect himself. Since he was without a quirk and an in-training operative no one could stop him. All the proof anyone would need was on his wrist.

Breakfast passed in near silence when they were done they went to the exit room. Tsukumo and Yogi wished him luck. Tsukumo was attending a regular high school since she arrived too late to go into a hero course. Yogi had long since graduated.

Hirato would escort him to the school grounds and fill out the paperwork but the rest was on him. He would either prove himself to those around him or he would fail.