Uniforms were a must for schools in Japan. And Torino couldn't help the confusion and amusement he had taking Izuku to get his assortment of uniforms. Usually it would be simple getting either a blazer and pants or skirt with the appropriate tie. But Izuku, despite his insistence he wasn't a girl, wanted to get a set of the girl's uniform.

"It's clothes and they look nice," he had said, "Besides, clothes are clothes. They can't have genders."

Who was he to judge the kid? It wasn't like he asked for much either, too focused on learning, making his little creations or trying to figure out how to search for his mother. Even food wise, the kid had started to forage and occasionally hunt, bringing back fish from the nearby forest stream. He had to explain that while the fish was good he was supposed to hunt it with the set laws and regulations. Izuku had shrugged his shoulders and then just accepted what Torino gave him.

School was fast approaching and Torino had procured the supplies Izuku would need for school. All that was left was his costume design.

One day, he slid the form in front of Izuku.

"What is this for?" He never asked what something was persay. Just what it was for.

"A form for your hero suit."

"My hero suit?" His wide green eyes stared blankly at Torino.

"What? You think they'd have you fight in your school clothes?"

"Huh. I guess they aren't really the best material. So what do I do?"

"Describe and draw out the clothes. What you're looking for, and your measurements."

Izuku looked pensive at the papers. He then took out a pencil and began sketching a fairly detailed drawing of an outfit. Where the inspiration was from, Torino didn't know.

A dark red headband with what looked like a paw print of all things on his left temple, a yellow jacket with a stylized green pattern on the collar and the end of the sleeves, an off white shirt underneath, paired with dark pants and a pair of slim boots with no added height. And a belt, set with various pouches it seemed. Over the shoulder he also had what appeared to be a bag, just a simple over the arm or across the body type of bag.

He placed the image aside and began to fill out the rest of the form taking it incredibly serious.

Torino could only hope he would take his schooling just as serious.

Soon enough the day finally arrived for Izuku to leave for school and Torino couldn't stop grinning.

"You know how to take the train?"

"Yes."

"You know not to fall asleep?"

"It might be far but I'll stay awake. I don't want to miss my stop."

"You have a map to get there?"

Izuku pulled a map out of his bag.

"Sure do."

"Your mess of hair sorted out?"

"Torino," he whined, "It's already braided."

Surely enough it was. But it was fun to mess with the kid.

"You sure you have everything?"

Izuku nodded his head.

"Then get going girly. I don't want to see you until your school lets out."

"Okay," he said as he began to leave the property, "Bye Grandpa!"

Torino froze as Izuku kept walking. Damn brat.

He turned to go back inside and sleep some more, only to come face to face so to speak with the wooden amalgomation Kichan.

"Now what to do with you," Torino muttered. He had told Izuku to leave the wooden thing behind but now, now he was going to be stuck with the thing.

"Wonder if you could do more than just get the mail..."


Izuku was fascinated being on the train with only a few people dressed in business suits aboard. He took an available seat, knowing he would be on board for a while. He checked his bag he had brought from the island, now holding his school items. Notebooks, pencils, pens, map, class informaion, and other items Torino said he would need were all nestled around the Gowther doll. He may have been told to leave Kichan back at the house but wasn't told he couldn't bring the pink haired doll.

So between people watching and looking over the new items and the doll, he preoccupied himself rather well. He did jump up when he finally heard his stop. It was somewhat thrilling to try something new. And he had heard some of the best adventures the sins ever had, were when they had taken a side step away from whatever their main objective was.

He had a lively skip to his step as he followed the directions to the school. He smiled seeing the large facility again. His speed picked up slightly and he made his way inside.

Time was a concept Torino had worked with him on, as on the island, time was rather subjective. But Izuku could see the merits of Torino's being on time concept.

Or rather, being early was being on time, on time was being late and to be late was dangerous.

It was the same set up to fights. An early strike makes one prepared, on time simply did not exist, and late to battle meant a higher chance of destruction. So early was best.

He searched the halls, becoming familiar with the area enough to find certain rooms that had been hilighted on his map by Torino. Once he felt confident, he manuevered his way back towards his classroom, now seeing more people in uniform making their way to classrooms. Of course, he followed suit.

In little time, he made his way into class 1A. Only pausing for a moment seeing the tall door, he entered what would be his learning room No one was inside so he chose a seat at random. Out of twenty uniform seats and one larger desk, he chose a seat by the window.

Izuku let out a small yawn and felt his eyelids droop as the rythmic ticking of the clock began to lull him to doze. Lightly dozing, he jumped slightly when someone else entered the room. His eyes locked onto a familiar form.

"Ah, hello," the familiar boy greeted rather robotically.

"Hello," Izuku waved back. "Nice to see you again."

"It is nice to see you as well Izuku." Then, he abruptly bowed in a perfect ninety degree angle that Izuku was certain he had only seen from Gowther.

"I must apologise for my actions towards you on the day of the test."

Izuku blinked. Then in a motion well practiced on the island, Izuku placed his hand on top of Iida's head and gave it a few pats.

"It's okay. I don't even know why you're apologizing."

Iida shot upright at Izuku's words. He opened his mouth to continue when the door opened again. Both turned to the door as a pink skinned girl, and a red haired boy walked into the classroom.

"Hi!" the pink skinned girl greeted rather bubbly. She rushed over to the two, bringing the red haired boy with her.

"I'm Ashido Mina, and this is-"

"Kirishima Eijiro," he introduced with a sharp toothed grin.

"Izuku. It's nice to meet you," Izuku introduced himself.

"I am Iida Tenya and I am from Soumei Academy-"

Izuku stared with wide eyes as the tall blue haired boy began what seemed like a well rehearsed introduction. Izuku pulled out a notebook and pencil and watched the three interact, more than happy to be peoplewatching.

More specifically, it gave him an opportunity to work on a skill he hadn't used often since he left the island. With quick strokes and as measured as possible to make them accurate. He'd work on making little dolls of them later. They were appreciated by the sins, maybe his potential fellow classmates would like them as well?

He continued to watch as more people entered the classroom, acting as a distraction from the three returning to talk to him. He was fine with it as he continued to watch quietly and take down any information he could.

He was fascinated by a boy who walked in with a bird head, perhaps a were animal? Papa Ban had told him stories of werefoxes, so was a werebird any stranger? He had so many questions for the dark avian boy.

One by one, children filled the seats, or stood around others in conversation. Izuku noted a boy with two colored hair, a girl who reminded him a lot of Auntie Merlin with her facial structure, a larger man with multiple arms, a boy with a large, thick tail, a girl with really short hair but long earlobes, a loud laughing boy with a black jagged mark in his blond hair and a boy who seemed to sparkle.

The door slammed open in the middle of drawing "Sparkles", and another student entered. Izuku's eyes were locked on the form as he skulked into the room. The boy was taller than he was, as many were, had pale blond hair and gleaming red eyes, hardened like rubies. His lips were drawn as a scowl, not hiding one bit of displeasure he had for whatever reason. He didn't talk to anyone or introduce himself as others had. Instead he plopped his butt into the seat in front of Izuku's desk and put his feet up on the desk. It looked rather comfortable position to be in but he didn't move as soon Iida was at their side.

"Get your feet off the table! That's disrespectful to all those who have been here before us!"

The blond clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"It ain't hurting anyone. So lay off," the blond growled.

"Pardon-"

"What? That hurt your sensibilities? You some damn elitist telling me how I can sit?" he intterupted.

"My name is Iida Tenya and I am from Soumei Academy-"

"Rich boy elitist," the blond scoffed, "You think because you got money and a fancy upbringing you can just tell us what to do? I should just blow that condescending look right off your face-"

"Ah, made it!" a new voice drew Izuku's attention from the bickering. His eyes widened and his lips curled back a bit further into a more noticeable smile seeing the gravity girl he had met before. Her eyes locked onto his.

"Oh! Zero-point breaker!" she said gleefully. Many of the students grew a touch quieter hearing what she had said. They looked to her then folloed her gaze to the braided haired indivdual behind the bickering blond and bluenette. Izuku waved back.

"Hello Miss Gravity," he responded, not knowing her name. Her rosy cheeks grew even redder with the name.

"It's Uraraka-"

"If you're here to socialize, then leave."

The class looked around in confusion at the voice. Izuku's head didn't move now seeing a lump behing Uraraka. Something bright and yellow and with a man's face. He merely blinked at the oddness. His eyes shifted to Uraraka, then to the floor. She turned and yelped, seeing the cocooned man on the floor. She yelped and for who knew what reason, ran to the only open seat left.

Izuku couldn't help but wonder, was this man their teacher? He knew tired people could be absolutely devestating in battle, Uncle King was proof of that.

The lump glared rather impressively at the group.

"It took you twenty seconds to quiet down. It's irrational to waste time."

With rather impressive skill, the man got upright, to his feet and practically slipped out of the yellow contraption to reveal a dark outfit paired with a white scarf.

"I am your homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa. Now," he continued, pulling out a small box filled with keys. "You will go to the locker rooms and change into the clothes in the lockers. Meet me out on the field in ten minutes."

"But Aizawa-Sensei, what about orientation?" Uraraka asked.

Aizawa looked at her with disinterest.

"UA is known for its' freedom in education. This goes for the teachers as well as the students. You now have nine and a half minutes." The class rushed to the door, desperate to make it to the lockers grabbing their keys on their way out. Izuku stood calmly from his seat and walked to the window after grabing his own key. He saluted the teacher before opening the window and jumping out.

It was closer to the lockers anyway. He remembered from his map.

Sure enough, he was in the locker room before anyone else. He found the locker listed as Torino Izuku with a flimsy piece of paper and quickly changed into the clothes provided. Granted, his shirt was a little longer than expected, but who cared? He removed the flimsy paper knowing which locker had his belongings in. He walked out of the locker room and was on his was to the field as he saw the first of his class arrive. He gave a wave and skipped over to the field where the teacher stood waiting.

"Three minutes," he muttered.

"To be early is to be on time," Izuku said simply.

"That why you jumped out the window?" he grunted.

"Yes. It's a lot faster than the door, then the halls and stairs and more doors."

"You sure you got the right locker?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Your gym uniform is big on you."

"I guess I could grow into it."

And that was that. Both then waited for the other students to arrive. A few arrived alone, some raced against one another, but soon all of them were gathered. Izuku noticed Mineta among them, the boy who had sat next to him before the exam. He still had that unfortunate drooling problem. He wondered if Aunt Merlin could fix that.

Aizawa looked over the twenty hero hopefuls before him.

"We will be doing a quirk apprehension test. Torino. Step into the circle."

It took Izuku a moment, but he did step forward, remembering his card had said Torino Izuku. He stood in the circle and was handed a ball.

"Use your quirk, and throw this as far as you can."

Izuku looked at the ball curiously. Tapping into his magic, the ball changed shape in his hands to appear similar to a small fairy. Light, lithe, and a fast flyer, it kind of reminded him of Uncle King in design. He recalled how his Aunt Diane would throw Papa Ban when he had made her really mad. He positioned the once ball in his hand like a javelin and threw it. The wings remained tucked towards the body as it soared upward. The moment that it reached the peak of the arc from the throw, the folded wings expanded to extend the time in the air by gliding. Izuku let it glide in favor of looking back at Aizawa-Sensei and his classmates.

A few looked at him as thought he were a curiosity, some looked bored.

"706 meters," he stated dryly.

"Oh wow!"

"Cool!"

"This looks like fun!"

"Fun?" Aizawa parroted with his own wicked amusement sparkling in his tired eyes. "Then let's make this a bit more interesting. Whoever scores lowest, will be expelled."

Izuku heard a volley of complaints but didn't listen as he tried to figure out the meaning of the word. He had heard of expelling food. It was a given when Captain cooked, but he was certain that the use of expelling here didn't mean the same thing.

"Villain attacks, natural disasters, tragic accidents, all things a hero must be ready for. Life's not fair."

Izuku had to agree with Aizawa. A fair world would have given him a quirk at least. Something most everyone had. Life was unfair to take his father away in death, and his mother in mystery.

But he had found his own path by means of the sins who found him.

He performed each task set before him, many not having him use his gift at all.

The sprint was easy, and it felt nice to actually be one of the faster people. Back on the island, those who raced him rarely used their full speed or lost, but getting three and a half second for the sprint was considered pretty fast for the group. The grip test was also simple, easily getting a hundred kilos from the knife training and fishing on the island. He cleared the long jump without effort, used to jumping small gorges back on the island. Sidesteps were awkward but not difficult. They did the ballthrow, he watched each one eagerly and was impressed with Uraraka getting an infinty.

But he excelled in the long distance run. Where as others began to drop after the first two laps, he hadn't even felt winded. In fact, he had already begun to run past people who hadn't ran as far as he had.

He was used to running on the island. It was how you got anywhere really. There were no cars or carriages and he certainly did not have wings or the ability to teleport like Merlin. And running with Hawk was near daily routine. He could run for quite a while before getting tired.

One by one, students couldn't keep going and made their way off the track. Soon, only five remained. One was Iida, but he was struggling the longer he went. He was the best in the sprint though, did he not know how to pace himself?

The two other boys were better at pacing. The boy with two colored hair was gliding across the ground over ice. He appeared rather graceful, but he seemed to be using less and less of his power for some reason. The boy who argued with Iida was the opposite. He didn't start with his quirk, but he was certainly using it now to have more force behind him. He seemed determined to ignore everyone in favor of holding out the longest.

The most interesting one though, was the girl who reminded Izuku of Aunt Merlin. Much like the intelligent recluse of the island, she didn't run. Instead, she crafted something else to do it for her. Something that would take no energy to use.

He wondered how long that device would last.

Iida was next to leave, followed by the odd two toned boy looking rather, for a lack of better term, cold.

Minutes passed and he could hear the cheering from the classmates for their endurance. It was then, the blond boy dropped. Quite literally. He was panting heavily and appeared disgustingly sweaty, but his body just seemed to have decided it couldn't handle any more of the long distance run. Pity. There was something about him that made Izuku want to root for him.

Now, there were only two. And since the girl wasn't using any energy with the device she was on, Izuku thought it might be good to introduce himself. They had a pretty good chance of being classmates didn't they? So, he caught up to her and her scooter. and held pace with it.

"Hello."

She looked at him with confusion.

"Hello," she responded politely.

"My name is Izuku. What's yours?"

"A pleasure to meet you Torino-san. I am Yaoyorozu Momo."

Izuku's nose crinkled at being called Torino. That was the old Grandfather like man who was letting him live in his house. It wasn't him.

"Just call me Izuku."

"A-Are you sure?" she asked sounding surprised.

"Sure I'm sure. I prefer people calling me Izuku."

"If that's what you prefer," she parroted with the surprise still clear.

"It is. Most people call me by it."

Everyone on the island did when they weren't calling him some nickname. He was Izuku. That was what he knew.

"You two, bring it in," Aizawa tiredly called out to them. Izuku didn't stop running. He instead pivoted and kept running until he was with the classmates who had stopped running earlier. Yaoyurozu on the other hand, stopped her scooter and jogged over to the group. All students stood, all with various degrees of nervousness.

"It's too much a hassle to announce everyone, so here," he said as a strange projection of a list appeared. Izuku tilted his head at being in the number one spot. His eyes then trailed down the list, curious to see who was last so he could understand what the man meant by expulsion.

Izuku frowned as he recognized the name. The odd little boy who sat next to him for the tests to enter the school. He looked towards where he heard sniffling. Was expulsion really that bad?

"As for the expulsion... It was a logical ruse."

A wail of relief came from Mineta making Izuku more confused. Just what horror was expulsion?

"Everyone, pick up a syllabus before you leave. We're done for today."

That... Izuku understood. Sometimes, back on the island, lessons had to be canceled for any number of reasons at a moments notice. Taking the leave for what it was, Izuku ran back to the locker room and changed quickly back into his other uniform. He was thankful he chose to wear the skirt combo that day. It breathed a lot easier than the regulated pants.

For the second time in the day, he found himself leaving the locker room, before anyone else had arrived.

Omake:

Once Izuku left, there was an odd calling to the puppet boy Kichan. Without delay, once Izuku was on the train, it bolted from the house as fast as it could run. Jumping over traffic and weaving between people there was no stopping the angry wood being. Faster it ran at impossible speeds as it approached whereever Izuku was. It ran past students walking through the halls of the school, searching for its' creator.

It skidded to a stop down one of the halls, feeling the magic that brought it into existence thrum nearby. But even with its mirrion in mind, it stood baffled by what appeared to be a cocoon of some sort with a man inside. Tilting its' head, it approached the being. Tired red eyes looked into the unchanging wooden face of Kichan. Kichan, in a move that would have most likely amused one of the sins back home, grabbed the cocoon man and housted him over its' "shoulder". The man squirmed and the wooden creation used its' leg to kick open the door.

"Kichan?" Izuku questioned. Kichan looked to its' creator, then to the person sitting in front of him. The face slots shifted to surprise, than anger. With a swift movement, it threw the cocoon man off its' shoulder and right into one Bakugo Katsuki. Unprepared, both were sent flying out the window.

"What was that?!" Iida yelled, his arms preforming a chopping motion.

"Kichan," Izuku whined. Kichan approached its' creator and sat in the seat in front of him. Its' mouth shifted to a wicked smile.

So I did have a funny thought of Kichan following Izuku to school and from the get go just not getting along with Katsuki as a I'll leave it as an omake. Maybe do more with Kichan and Kacchan.

And considering Gowther's clothing habits and Izuku being an innocent and impressionable kid, he doesn't see clothing as gender specific. Even if he doesn't really like being called a girl. Not that anyone did in this chapter but in time... In time.

Anyway, on a seperate note, I hope you are all being smart, healthy and safe out there. I live in Ohio so I can say the state is trying, but people aren't always taking that into consideration.