Izuku startled awake at the scream, looking around in confusion as his eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings. He blinked as he saw the two figures standing just outside the doorway to the lounge, one clutching its leg as a bundle squirmed on the floor. He immediately felt panic rise inside him. How had he not heard them? How had he not felt them? He could barely sense anything from them now as it was.

"Who are you?" he asked as he shot off of the couch, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he stared down the two figures.

"Fuck," one said, "Did we get the wrong one? They never said that there would be two brats here."

"They?" Izuku growled, "Who do you work for? What do they want with us?"

"Shut up and come quietly kid!" the first figure spat, stepping into the room as he spoke to his partner, "Hey, quit fucking around and help me grab this brat!"

"Little shit stabbed me in the leg!" the second shouted back, clutching their thigh as Izuku began to smell the first hints of blood, "Just grab the kid! He can't do shit to us without quirks!"

"So, you really don't have quirks anymore," Izuku muttered as he watched the other man step into the room, arms stretched out towards him, before the teen flexed his fingers, "But that doesn't mean I don't."

"What?" the man growled, before the heavy weight resting on the bookcase behind him shot off the shelf, slamming into the back of his head.

He staggered forwards, swearing loudly as Izuku caught the weight, immediately darting forwards and swinging it up and into the man's face. There was a sickening crunch as his head shot back, Izuku feeling warm fluid splash against his face in the dark. He didn't think about what it was, just brought the weight back down on top of the stunned man's head, making him crumple to the floor, unconscious.

"What the fuck?" the second man growled, as he limped forwards, "Quit fucking fighting and just come with us you little shit! I want my stronger quirk!"

"Fuck that," Izuku laughed back, the man freezing as he heard the sound of ripping fabric, glancing behind him to see the girl rise from the sack they'd shoved her in, ripping the tape off her mouth, yellow eyes glowing in the dark, "Himi-chi, maim."

"Himi-? AAARGH!" the man screamed as the blade sunk into his back, quickly being pulled out and stabbed into his arm, slicing through the tendon in his elbow as he tried to stagger away. He barely made it two steps before the dumbbell smashed into his temple, sending him careening into the wall, where he slid down to the floor, leaving a dark line against the paint.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked as soon as it was obvious that the man was no longer a threat, running to wrap Himiko in a tight hug, "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"I'm okay, Izu-kun," the girl muttered as she snuggled closer to him for moment, before pushing away, "I gotta…gotta go. The smell is too strong."

"Right," Izuku muttered as he pulled her towards the bathroom, switching on the light and grimacing as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He had a streak of blood up the front of his shirt, and a decent amount splashed across his face, now smudged from when he'd hugged Himiko.

"Get it off, get it off," the girl hissed as she struggled with the pajamas she was wearing, Izuku closing his eyes as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, stepping back towards the door as he bundled the still warm fabric in his hands.

"Have a bath, Himiko," he said as he turned away, stepping out the door and closing it behind him, "We'll take care of everything else."

"Izuku?" the teen froze at the sound of his mother's voice, blinking as the hall light switched on, the woman looking at him from her bedroom doorway, the worry obvious on her face, "Oh my gods! Are you okay? I've already called the police, but are you hurt?"

"No," the teen breathed, pulling his own shirt off and wiping his face with it, "It's not my blood. I need to call UA. Now."

"Huh? UA? But why? Can't it wait until after the police get here?" Inko asked, walking quickly up to her son, and pulling him into a hug, "Izuku, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure," the teen muttered softly as he hugged the woman back, "But it's not good."


"This is very worrying," Nedzu said, a frown on his face as he read over the report.

"I would say that that is an understatement, Nedzu," Toshinori hummed as he watched the chimera, "Those men, they didn't have quirks. But-."

"They were not born quirkless," Nedzu finished, nodding as he placed the report down on his desk, "As I said, this is very worrying."

"So, he really is still alive," Toshinori sighed, sitting back in his chair as he stared at the ceiling, "We suspected it with the Nomu, but this only solidifies it."

"That it does," Nedzu hummed as he began typing on his computer, Toshinori glancing at him and freezing.

It was often difficult to tell the expression on the Principal's animal face, but right now it was clear as day. His lips were drawn tightly back, his fang-like teeth exposed as his eyes burned with an anger that Toshinori had never seen in him before. His fingers danced over the keys as he worked, his face locked in the grimace of rage as it was illuminated by the screen.

"N-Nedzu?" Toshinori said hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

"No," the chimera growled, a true animalistic growl, "They went after one of my students, Yagi-san. That is unforgiveable, no matter who they are."

Toshinori could only nod as he watched the Principal furiously work, his expression not changing the entire time.


"Izuku!"

The teen could barely make it two steps into the waiting room before Neitori wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you okay? You weren't injured, were you?"

"No, Neitori-sensei," Izuku said as Neito slipped past them, snickering, "I'm fine."

"That's good," the man sighed in relief, before giving the two of them a wide grin, "I would hate to lose either of my research subjects!"

"Neitori-sensei!" the two teens moaned, before laughing loudly, Neito continuing, "You know we're so much more than that!"

"That you are!" the man laughed along with them, "Well, shall we get on with your sessions? I'm interested to hear about your time at UA."

"Sure thing," Izuku said, "Also, we have to talk to you about that. UA is opening dorms on campus, and well…"

"We won't be able to come here so easily anymore," Neito finished, "I'm sure Izuku will fill you in on all the details during his session, but just so you know."

"Ah, I see," Neitori hummed, nodding as he walked towards the door that led to his office, "Alright, you can fill me in Izuku!"

"Sure thing, Neitori-sensei!"


"Welcome to Heights Alliance," Aizawa grumbled as he stood in front of the massive building, "This will be your new dorm for the remainder of your time at UA."

"SO FANCY!" Ochako gasped as she stared at the structure.

"So cool!" Mina cheered as she hopped up and down.

"So manly!" Kirishima added as he grinned at his friend.

"This will certainly be a new learning experience for all of us," Momo hummed as she looked at Iida, who gave a sharp nod, Bakugo scowling behind him.

"You have all been assigned rooms, the allocations are on the notice board inside," Aizawa growled, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "The furniture and luggage you sent earlier this week is already in your rooms. If you have any other problems, take them to the dorm mother."

"Dorm mother?" Iida asked, "Who might that be?"

"Hey guys!" the excited shout came from the door as Izuku ran out to meet them, a frilly apron with cute pictures of bunnies printed on it tied around him and a coy smile on his lips, "You're finally all here! Do you want dinner, a bath, or maybe even…me?"

"You," Mina, Kirishima and Ochako muttered as they stared at the teen in surprise, Izuku blinking back at them.

"Her name is Inko Midoriya," Aizawa sighed, running a hand down his face in exasperation, "And she is Midoriya's mother."

"Wait…" Bakugo gasped, "Aunty Inko is the fucking Dorm Mother?"

"Yeah?" Izuku grinned as the blond scowled at him, before turning away.

Everyone blinked as they heard the almost inaudible whisper of "Fucking sweet."

"Come on!" Izuku called, "I know where everyone's rooms are! Let me show you!"


"Wooh! I'm exhausted!" Kirishima huffed as he fell down onto the large couch in the common room, Izuku laughing beside him, "That was hard work!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SHIT- STUPID-HAIR!" Bakugo barked, "IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT FOR HAVING SO MUCH CRA- STUFF!"

"Woah, is Bakugo actually censoring himself?" Kirishima gasped, looking at Izuku and the green-haired teen nodded.

"Yeah, well my mom is the Dorm Mother," Izuku chuckled, looking over at Bakugo as the blond pouted, "She doesn't appreciate unnecessary foul language."

"Oh," Kirishima hummed, trying to imagine the type of person that could make Bakugo not swear.

He was interrupted when Mina, Ochako and Momo joined them, the pink-skinned girl calling out excitedly.

"Hey guys! You also finished?" she said, grinning as she hopped over the back of the couch, slipping in between Izuku and Kirishima.

"Yeah," the red head nodded as he grinned, "And get this! Bakugo isn't swearing as much!"

"What?!" she gasped, staring at the blond in shock, "Why?"

"SHUT YOUR FU-DAMN MOUTH, RACCON EYES!" he barked, jumping when a calm voice called from the nearby kitchen.

"Katsuki, it's rude to not address people by their names," the room turned to look as the short, slender woman walked out, brushing a lock of dark green hair out of her face as she smiled happily at them, "Hello, and nice to meet you all, I am Inko Midoriya, your new Dorm Mother."

"Aaah!" Mina cried as she jumped off the sofa, rushing over to the woman and giving her a tight hug, "Midori! Your mom is so cute!"

"Thanks!" Izuku laughed, "I get it from her."

"Ashido! That is highly inappropriate behavior to have towards the adult in charge of us!" Iida said loudly as he chopped his arm through the air, "Release her at once!"

"Oh, don't be so stiff Tenya-san!" Inko laughed, "It's quite alright, I am a Dorm Mother after all, I expect you to treat me like your own. Except you Katsuki, you can treat me like normal."

The room turned to look at Bakugo as the teen blushed slightly, hiding his face.

"Well, now that everyone is here, I've made some dinner for you all!" Inko hummed happily, "It's Katsudon, so I hope you like it!"

"Thanks mom!" Izuku shouted as he rushed by her into the kitchen, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"And don't worry, Katsuki," the woman whispered to the blond as he walked past her, "I made yours extra spicy."

"Oh," he muttered, "Thanks, Aunty Inko."


Himiko fidgeted in her seat, looking around the room at the other teenagers sitting in the circle of chairs.

"Hello, and welcome back to our latest session of the Blood Quirk Support Group," the large muscular man dressed in a form fitting red bodysuit said, ruffling his silver hair, "As I'm sure you've all noticed, we have a new member today. This is Himiko Toga, and she'll be joining us from now on."

"Hi!" "Hello." "Welcome!" the various students called as Himiko looked away.

"Well, I think it's best that we all introduce ourselves," the man said, "And, if you're comfortable, explain what your quirk has to do with blood. I'll go first, I'm the Blood Hero: Vlad King, I can control my own blood, including hardening it."

The rest of the group started to introduce themselves, some explaining their quirks, some not, Himiko wasn't really paying attention.

"I'm Pipi Vesper," the next student said, the girl's bat-like ears twitching as she smiled kindly at Himiko, her eyes completely black and her nose slightly upturned, "My quirk is called Bat-morph. I basically have all the powers of most species of Microbat. I need to drink blood in order to gain certain nutrients I can't get otherwise."

Himiko started, staring at the girl in surprise.

"Toga-san?" Himiko jumped as she realized that she was the only person who hadn't spoken yet, looking at Vlad King nervously, "You don't have to speak if you don't want to."

"N-no, Izu-kun said it would be good for me," the blond muttered, clearing her throat slightly as she looked at the others in the group, "My name is Himiko Toga, and my quirk is called Transform."