Izuku's POV

The coast he was led to was on the open side of the school. There were large windows that allowed them to see outside.

The principal that escorted him knocked on the door. A high pitched male voice ordered, "Enter."

Izuku followed the principal inside found a packed classroom. His teacher wore a black suit with a grey tie.

The principal said nodding to the teacher, "Mr. Kai this is your new transfer student. Try to make him feel welcome."

Mr. Kai sighed, "Alright then. Introduce yourself then."

Looking over the students of the class he recognized a few of them. In the back closest to the window was Bakugo Katsuki. By the pissed off look, he recognized Izuku as well.

Across from his was the winged boy. Like Bakugo the kid with the wings had been a bully. There wasnt the same hateful glare in his eyes. Just a vague look of boredom.

The rest of the class were all new to him. He didnt know any of them from primary school. That would mean they didnt know him either. There was a chance he could make friends outside of Circus.

Izuku said, "I am Izuku Midoriya, in training operative from Circus. With the approval of my captain, I will be bridging the gap between Circus and Heroes. It's nice to meet you all."

Katsuki snarled, "Are you fucking joking, Deku?! How could a quirkless loser like you bridge the gap between anything?"

The teacher gave him an appraising look. Quirkless were still looked down upon in their world. Not having a power of their own made life difficult.

Being apart of Circus meant one had a different kind of power. A gene that lay deep within their DNA was called incuna. Incuna was the gene that separated Circus from Heroes.

If anyone student or adult though he would take any kind of abuse they had lost their minds. In training or not he still held the power of incuna in his veins.

Mr. Kai ordered waiving towards the middle of the room, "Take the empty desk and we will get started."

The class itself was boring and it took all Izuku had not to sleep in class. His lack of sleep the night before wasn't helping matters. The fact he learned this material in his second year in the academy made it worse.

Instead of taking notes, he tried to focus the power within his body. Not enough to have him float. Just enough so that he could feel it.

Everything about the school was exactly how he thought it would be. Boring as all hell. The worst part was he couldn't have any practice with his id bracelet. All he could do was focus the energy through his body but not enough to activate any abilities.

As an in training special operative he had to follow many of the same rules as civilians. He was not allowed to use his abilities beyond flight without a captain or lieutenant present. Until he mastered his abilities he could not be declared a full-fledged special operative.

He deliberately left out that he was in training to be a special operative. Everyone knew that Circus had different classifications for their operatives. If he did tell the class it would bring up too many questions.

When class finally ended he was on his in a second. Only to come face to face with Bakugo. The red eyes held a murderous quality in them. No doubt he still hated Izuku for being a quirkless brat. Things were different now and he could and would fight back.

A popping sounds drew the boy's attention to Bakugo's hands. Sure enough, there were tiny explosions happening between his fingers. Intimidation via powerful quirk would work on most people including teachers. It would not work on a member of Circus.

Izuku snapped with bared teeth, "Move out of my way Bakugo. I have nothing to say to you or anyone else."

A hand reached to grab him the explosions still going off as Bakugo growled, "You think you can just come back Deku? Who do you think you are?!"

Izuku turned the side bumping into the desk to avoid the hand. Mr. Kai barely glanced up at them before leaving the classroom. Just like before everyone ignored him for Bakugo. No more. He was not the useless Deku he was when his mother was killed.

With his rising anger came the power that lay just beneath the surface. It didnt struggle against him as it had done before. Instead, it accepted his call and came to his aid.

Something warm covered his right hand. His feet came off the ground slightly. It was just enough to be noticeable to even Bakugo.

"What the hell?"

Izuku growled, "This is why you don't mess with a member of Circus. In training or full-fledged member, we carry our abilities with us everywhere. If you attack me I guarantee my Captain will take my side. It will not be pretty for you. Do not test me, Bakugo."

For a long moment, they stared each other down. Both testing the other to see how far they would go. Izuku would do what was necessary to protect himself. In turn, protecting the name of Circus.

Then Bakugo tsked angrily and took a step back. Izuku took a breath and dissipated the energy. His feet hit the ground lightly.

Then he pushed past the other and headed for the door. He doubted this would be the last time he and Bakugo would argue. When he looked down at his hands he found they were normal. The warmth that he felt was gone. What was that?

Izuku returned to the Second Airship where the robot sheep informed him, "Baaaa... welcome back Izuku. Baaa... Captain Hirato requests you in his study baaaa..."

Well, there went his easily evening. Hirato rarely requested his presence in the study. When he did the request usually sent to his phone.

Going through the hallways he made his way to the office. As he walked he loosened the uncomfortable school tie. There were only a handful of times that he wore a suit and tie.

A full Circus uniform was a colored suit depending on rank and a tie. Full-fledged members had their Circus ids on as well. At the moment he could only wear identifier clothing like hoodies and shirts with the airship number. With that, he wore his training id bracelet.

As such wearing ties for school was uncomfortable. The academy didn't make them wear ties. So why was it required for a middle school?

When he reached Hirato's office he knocked lightly on the door. A voice called out, "Enter."

Hirato was unsurprisingly on his couch with a folder in his hands. He was wearing a button-down shirt and pants. Izuku spied the man's jacket and tie over the back of his chair. Either the man was irritated at something or the air conditioning was broken again.

He highly doubted it was the second. Yogi was longer allowed to tinker with things after the last time. If he remembered correctly Hirato very nearly killed the blond for taking out the air conditioning.

Izuku inquired with a small smirk, "Who pissed you off this time Hirato?"

Hirato replied not looking up from his folder, "One of the Table of Z has decided to visit. They want to speak with us."

Oh, that couldn't be anything good. Table of Z commanded all of Circus no matter what airship one belonged to. In his entire time with Circus Izuku had only been called before them once. They wanted to see the child that broke the record for the youngest to enter the academy.

From what he knew of them the Table only came when someone was in trouble. The only thing he had done was almost get in a fight with a civilian. That wasnt enough for him to be reprimanded by the Table.

A knock came at the door and a man entered without waiting. He had brown hair and dark blue eyes. There was a kindness in the blue eyes that he was familiar with. His facial features strongly resembled those of Hirato.

This must be the infamous Tokitatsu, Hirato's older brother. From what Izuku knew of Hirato's past his brother was five years his senior. They both entered Circus at an early age. Unlike Hirato, Tokitatsu went into the technical division. Swiftly rising through the ranks until he became a member of the Table. Hirato respected his brother's position as he respected all of the Table. Which was very little and full of sarcastic comments.

As a brother however Hirato barely tolerated Tokitatsu. Yogi once said if they were left in a room together one would be dead by the time someone came back. Even with the elder having just entered the room Izuku could feel the tension.

Tokitatsu greeted walking straight up to where Izuku was standing his hand extended, "You must be Izuku Midoriya it's very nice to meet you. I am Tokitatsu from the Table of Z and Hirato's older brother."

Izuku took the hand and responded with a small smile, "Nice to meet you, sir. You can call me Izuku or Kit that's what everyone else calls me. May I ask what this is about?"

Hirato sighed drawing both of their attention, "Sit down, Izuku. We need to have this conversation as civilized as possible."

The last part was said with a glare sent to the eldest. Izuku felt as if he was intruding on these two. Even with being invited to be apart of this chat he didnt feel like he really belonged. Then again leaving them alone would end in murder.

Why couldn't Hirato have asked Yogi to be here? Izuku wasnt cut out for dealing with his mentor's family problems.

Still, he obeyed and moved to sit next to his captain. For his part, Tokitatsu sat across from them in an armchair. He sat with his hands folded in front of him considering both Izuku and Hirato.

Next to Izuku, Hirato was practically radiating unease. It was making Izuku uneasy and wary of the man in front of them. His captain was usually the sense of calm within the airship. For him to be uneasy would put everyone on edge.

The entire crew trusted Hirato over any member of the Table of Z. It was a loyalty born of friendship. Hirato never lorded over his crew. They were treated as equals and family. More often than not it was the only family any of them had ever known.

The Table could not see how treating members fairly brought loyalty. If they had their way every one of rank would lord over those below them. All that would do would be breeding dissent. Circus could not last in an environment such as that.

As much as he hated to admit it Hirato and Tsukitachi of the First Airship were the same in that. They never lorded over their people. Nor would they abandon a comrade for an order. They would rather break all the rules of Circus than to abandon one of their own. There was very little that the Table could do about it. As all operatives of the airships were loyal to the captains not to the Table.

After a long moment of silence, Tokitatsu began, "There is no easy way to say this so I'm just going to come out with it. Izuku it has come to the attention of the Table that you graduated from the Academy without performing a Burial."

Izuku tilted his head to the side as he responded, "I did countless Burials on Possessors. Why would you say I haven't performed a Burial?"

A dark look was shot towards Hirato who looked away guilt briefly flashing across his features. There was something he was missing here. That much was plainly obvious.

"Performing a burial on a Possessor is not a difficult feat," continued the man, "Most Year Two students could perform such a Burial. What I am talking about is a full Burial performed on a transformed Varuga. That is what you have yet to accomplish or even see."

Briefly, Izuku's mind turned to just before his final exams. How many of his fellow hopefuls suddenly dropped out of the combat course. They were taught that Varugas were once human.

According to their teachers once a Varuga has reached its final transformation there is no reasoning with them. They will kill and eat. In fact, once a regular person comes into contact with their blood they will eventually lose themselves to the madness.

Izuku never considered that one day he might have to kill someone. There was a chance that the person might even be someone he once knew. What was he supposed to do with this?

"The Table is giving you until the UA Sports Festival. You must see and perform a Burial before then," finished Tokitatsu.

The man stood as if he was getting ready to leave. Izuku questioned fear lacing his voice, "And if I don't?"

"Then you will no longer be considered an in training operative. You will return to being a regular Child of the Airship. When you are of age you will cut all ties to Circus completely and live out a normal life."