The blare of my phone alarm woke me up, and in my excitement, I shot straight to my feet even before my eyes could fully open. A glance at my phone showed me that it was just 6:30, a whole 2 hours before classes started for the morning. It took about 20 seconds to remember just why I was so eager to wake up so early. Right, I had sweets to make.

As I load the canelés into the oven to bake for the next hour, I considered how I would tackle the upcoming physical tests that were sure to come later today. I scored way too high in a fashion way too loud for Aizawa not to be my handler. Adding to that, the canon me made 1-A as well, solidifying my assumption that I would be under him. Sure, with a physical quirk, I was well-suited to physical tests, but against Mr. Freeze, Combustion Man, and Bob the Builder? I'd need to get creative.

In the hour it took to bake the treats, I took my time in the shower and making sure I didn't forget anything, all the while engineering schemes to blow the competition out the water. I wouldn't beat an infinity on the ball throw but I'll damn sure try.

Moving my gift to a food container, I opened my school bag and rested it on top of the books inside. I slung my satchel over my shoulder and made my way out the complex. As I climbed down the stairs of the building, I spotted Tokage in her U.A. uniform, on her phone leaning on the railing at the bottom.

Hearing my heavy footsteps, she looked up and recognized that I was there. She assumed her usual grin directed at me, "Hey big guy. Way to leave a girl waiting."

I raised my eyebrows, "I wasn't aware we set a meeting time and place for today. I'll have to recheck my calendar. You can go ahead without me."

I usually wasn't one to turn down offers from pretty girls, but I wasn't going to drop trou for just any girl who smiled at me. Professionals have standards, I'll get to know her before I mow her. Besides, I could tell this one enjoyed not having things easy.

I'll eventually take the offers, but as cheesy as it sounds, I genuinely want to know girls before going any further... Doesn't mean I can't think of doing things. Or implying what I thought.

She put on a fake pout, "I've been standing here for over 10 minutes to walk you to school. Is this how you treat a girl who tries to do something nice for you? I'd to find out what'd happen if I tried something naughty then."

"Nobody told you to do that, and you had no real idea on when I'd leave for school." At this point, I knew she wouldn't take no for an answer. Saving myself the trouble, I resigned myself to enjoying her company on the walk to school. Descending down the steps towards her, I retorted "Besides, you wouldn't like it what I'd do to you if you were naughty."

Joining my side as we walked out the complex and to school grounds, she lightly pressed her arm against mine.

"Oh, don't be so sure of that. Elaborate. Maybe I'll surprise you." She retorted with a big dumb smile and half-lidded eyes.

"Equal rights equal fights. These hands are rated E for Everyone." I explained.

Contrary to how the line would usually be received, she threw her head back and started laughing. "Oh, you're fun. You surprised me before, but now I have a general read on you." Her expression shifted to a more predatory gaze. "I'll have fun chasing my prize."

I snorted "Oh spare me oh great apex predator. If anything, you'll be the one on your back being mauled."

"Is that what you prefer to call it? I don't mind the roleplay." Setsuna remarked, bumping her shoulder against my bicep. "I don't mind being the bottom."

"Suddenly, settling for Shiketsu Academy isn't such a big concession to make."

"Ahh, don't be like that. You know you're warming up to me." She slapped my arm, "Besides, if this isn't enough for you, I can think of other ways to warm you up faster."

If any good existed in this world, I wouldn't've changed canon to the point I'm stuck in the same class as her. There was being forward, and faking a fall to grab onto my pants. I wouldn't mind too much personally, but her being with me would throw out any possibility of me coming off as a gentleman.

Thankfully, after about 10 minutes of valiant defence against the ancient evil known as being down bad, we finally made it inside U.A.'s gates. Going up to the bulletin board just past the school entrance, we checked out the class list to find where we were individually. Of course, knowing what I knew, the name Rikido Sato being listed under class 1-A was no surprise. Above the class list was a map of the school to help students find their respective classrooms.

"Ahh, I was really hoping to be in the same class as you." Setsuna complained beside me, "Could've spent all day with you instead of just seeing you at home."

Checking the class list for 1-B, I spotted the name Itsuka Kendo.

"I'm sure you'll find another poor soul in your class to suck life out of, Tokage."

"Nah, you'll be my one and only. I'll be sure to make you remember that."

"Can I get a rain check on that?"

"Nope, but if you wanted to get wet, I have a few suggestions."

"We're in public. You're that bold?"

"People do like showing off their sports cars in the streets. I think I can agree with the mentality."

"And with that, let's get going, Tokage. I need to drop something off at 1-B."

She was getting past my guard too easy. I tried throwing her off rhythm with the switching between playing along and stopping her cold turkey, but she wasn't falling for my feints. I needed to disengage and try again next round.

Laughing, but slightly curious, she followed me up the stairs. Making our way to the third floor, we went to where the map indicated. As we entered back door of 1-B, I kept my eyes open for familiar orange hair. I ignored the looks from unimportant people who were probably thinking I was to be their new classmate. Seeing Kendo on the opposite side of the room nearer what could only be the teacher's desk, I strode to the front of the room.

Kendo, turning her head, looked pleasantly surprised, "Oh, it's you! Rikido Sato, wasn't it? We're classmates? I didn't see your name on the class list."

I shook my head, smiling, "Nah, I'm in A. I'm just here for you."

Her face took a shade of red, and Itsuka pointed to herself, "F-f-for me?"

"Yeah, came to congratulate you on your placement. You made top 10. Backed up your claim."

She calmed down a little, but was still noticeably off-guard, "I'm surprised you remembered that."

"How could anyone forget you?" I teased.

Her mouth opened a little, but words weren't coming out.

"And here I thought we had something special. But no, you move on to the next pretty thing without taking a second look at me." Setsuna pouted from behind me, faking a hurt tone.

"I'm too much for you to handle alone. Thought I'd bring some hands to help out, and she's got pretty big ones." I quipped, not bothering to look back at her, knowing I'd find the same imp grin I'm growing used to. Focusing back to a Kendo that was rebooting, I reached into my bag for the container, and handed it over to her.

Confused once more, she asked "What's this?"

"I baked something for you. Think of it as a congratulations gift from me. Thought I should show what I thought of you making top 10 after calling it out. I respected the move, so here we are,"

A small smile adorned her face, "You didn't have to do that…"

I shrugged, "No real loss to me. I enjoy baking, especially when I get to share it. Have a bite. Tell me what you think."

Setsuna, watching the exchange, spoke up, "Oh, those are really good. Just keep in mind, the baker won't care how they make you feel. Keep that in mind when he moves on to another girl, so make sure to not catch feelings, alright?"

I smiled, going along with it, "Sabotaging my next conquest? That's petty of you."

It wasn't like that, but playing along with her games would be the best way to keep her liking me.

She smirked, "I wouldn't want someone else taking my place on your lap."

"I use big belts. I'm sure it can fit more than a few notches."

"Just make sure I'm the one attached to the front."

I couldn't keep up this act forever. My tendency to switch personalities to suit the girl was coming back to bite my ass on this.

Itsuka, watching the exchange as one would a tennis match, opened the container and grabbed a piece of the canelés. She took an experimental bite, and I watched the familiar sight of people trying my food. The usual signs, widened eyes, sounds of shock and awe, wet panties dropping around the room.

Not really the last one. I haven't seen the last one done literally yet, but I'm holding out hope.

"Wow! These are amazing! You made these?" Itsuka praised.

"Yup, fresh out the over. Well, relatively."

"Wow!" She repeated.

I smiled, "Anyway, glad you like it. Share it with your new classmates if you want. I'll head over to my own class now. See ya later."

Mouth full of cream, and wasn't that a promising sight, she smiled back and said, "I'll see you later! Thanks for this! Kodai, you have to try this."

My job here was complete. I waved her thanks off as I started walking back out the classroom. I ignored the people who started watching me after finding out I wasn't their classmate. Sorry buckos, I don't know you, and you didn't make 1-A, so you don't matter all that much at the moment. I'm sure we'll be best of buddies, later, but for now, you're background characters to me.

Fun fact, not that it was explicitly advertised, but Class A over the years tended to have the higher scorers in the admission test, most likely due to Eraserhead, the ultimate equalizer, being assigned 1-A. So, 1-A tended to house the more powerful students, and as a result, majority of the first-year sports festivals were won by students from the A class. Last year being the obvious exception, with 1-A being void of any students, after all. Shiketsu were pleasantly surprised with 20 promising late applicants that year, I would guess.

That isn't to say that A was the end all be all best. With more training on each side, the second and third year festivals become more diverse with its winners, with B actually edging 2-A out in terms of total wins in the second year, probably due to the desire to make up for the year prior. It was in third year that students were at their very best, and matches of pure power versus ingenious quirk maximization were toss ups at best. A certain Tin Tin came to mind. Mundane quirks were turned to broken superpowers, under the crucible of U.A.'s hero course.

Setsuna couldn't help but call out to my back, "Bye bye big guy. If you find any more girls to bring along, send them over to me and I'll give them the usual orientation."

"Yeah, yeah. See you later. Don't hunt down too many innocent virgins, it'd look bad on your resume." I called out over my shoulder. Once out the door, I made my way down the hall to my own classroom.

I'm surprised the jealous blonde kid from 1-B didn't mouth of at me about me thinking I was better than him for being in 1-A. That wasn't the case. I wasn't better than him because of my class assignment. I was just plain better. Then again, it was the first day and nothing of note has happened yet, so that inferiority complex of his hasn't reared its ugly head in too hard yet.

Stopping in front of the massive door labelled 1-A, I let out a slow breath, and slid the door open to make my way inside. I saw that majority of the class had already arrived, and heads turned to regard the newest entry. I raised a hand in greeting, and got a few waves back.

A blue-haired bespectacled guy marched his way over, and greeted me with a knifehand in my direction, "Good morning! I am from Somei Academy. My name is Iida Tenya"

I greeted back, "Rikido Sato. Good morning."

I didn't have much to say to the guy. His personality would clash with mine, and I wasn't overly concerned with befriending him either.

Checking the seat plan on the teacher's desk in front, I walked over to the back, to the desk next to an expressionless boy with red and white hair. Shoto Todoroki looked up at me as I put down my bag, and I just gave a nod. He stared for a few seconds, before eventually returning the nod and going back to staring at his desk. Fun way to pass the time, I'll have to try it sometime. Up there with counting cracks on the ground and watching golf. I'll put more effort in befriending him once Midoriya does his shonen battle therapy on him.

Noting that I still had 5 minutes before class was set to start, and seeing as how it would probably be like pulling teeth to get Todoroki into a conversation, I looked around for anyone interesting seated near me to talk to. Iida staring at the door, ready to greet the next student to come in, no. Rock head looking ready to bolt at a moment's notice, nah. Birdhead being edgy with his eyes closed, pass. Purple-haired midget looking like he won the lottery while not so subtly looking backwards every few seconds, haha die. Seems he was losing his shit over being seated in close proximity to a pretty girl. Understandable, but by God are you in desperate need for horny jail. You might even be cellmates with lizard girl.

Deciding that gorgeous black-haired girl could do better than him for company, I strode over to the desk near the window. When she looked up at me from her people-watching, I smiled and extended a hand to shake, like the gentleman I was pretending to be.

"Good morning. I'm Sato Rikido. I'm your new classmate."

She smiled back politely, and took my hand in her dainty one "Yes, I heard. Good morning. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Bet it is. "Pleasure's all mine. Are you excited for today?"

"Yes, of course. I've been looking forward to this day for the as long as I can remember. I've thoroughly prepared myself for this."

"Looks like it," I said, "seeing as how the bookmarks on the textbooks in your bag are on the last pages." Her bag slung over the back of her chair was wide open and I have good peripheral vision when not knee-deep in my quirk.

She looked sheepish, "I'm surprised you noticed that, that was perceptive of you. Yes, I might have been overzealous in my preparations, but I would think that would be understandable given the circumstances. A hero is ready for anything, after all."

Especially if you can make anything you can think of. Laying it on thick, I responded "Well, I respect your drive to better yourself. I wouldn't be surprised to find you at the top of the class academically halfway through the semester."

I didn't mind conceding that spot. My specialty was combat. Can't punch a written test score higher.

She blushed and averted her eyes a bit, "T-There's no certainty of that. I'm sure many of our compatriots here are intelligent and capable themselves. I hardly have any guaranteed claim on that title."

I shrugged, "Maybe. But I'll put my money on you anyway. You seem the studious type, and with natural intelligence to back it up, nothing this school can throw at you will be able to stop you."

"T-Thank you." Her face got even redder for some reason. I don't know why, it was a rational conclusion to reach, given the variables I stated. It's not like I included fighting in that assessment. Before I could say any more, a long *bang* emitted from the front of the class.

That would be the door, and that pissed-off blonde guy would be Bakugo Katsuki.

"Which one of you fuckers is Rikido Sato?!"

Guess he made it a point to remember the name of the guy who beat him. I'll raise a glass of salty tears in your honour.

Nobody responded, though a few did look in my direction discreetly. I just raised my eyebrows and shook my head. Not the time and place for this.

His eyes roamed the class a few more times before he realized nobody would fess up.

Bakugo sneered, and pocketed his hands, "Scared huh? Feh, should've known that a damn extra wouldn't face me. I wouldn't want to fight me neither."

I wasn't afraid of him, not even slightly, but I was making first impressions here, and my gentleman persona would be at risk if I started a fight here. He wasn't worth it. I'll just make sure to cement my place above him later down the line. Preferably with a suplex.

He took a look at the seat plan, and moved to his desk near the front. Putting his bag down beside the desk, he leaned back and put up his right foot up on top of his table.

Oops. In the eyes of a teacher's pet that's a mortal sin.

Sure enough, Iida marched his way over to a new victim, demanding, "Don't put your feet on the desk!"

Bakugo, outwardly amused, replied, "Huh?"

Iida, with his right hand locked in a chop, and his left pointing to the feet on the desk, stated, "Don't you think that's rude to the U.A. upperclassmen and the people who made the desk?"

Propping himself up, and with a menacing smile, Bakugo answered, "Nope. What junior high did you go to, you side character!?"

Taken aback by the aggression, Iida recoiled, before composing himself and putting a hand on his chest, "I attended Somei Private Academy. My name is Iida Tenya."

"Somei? So you're a damn elite, huh? Looks like I'll have fun crushing you!" the chihuahua barked.

Iida flinched, "'Crushing'? That's cruel. Do you truly aim to be a hero?"

Bakugo just let out a "Feh."

All of a sudden, both students shifted their gaze over to the door. I turned to look and oh, it's Mr. Protag. Hi Mr. Protag. I'm here for your spot as next All Might. Gimme your ring. *

"You're…" Iida breathed out.

As if they were trained to, the rest of the class, who had been watching the debacle, turned their heads in sync.

Izuku Midoriya, seeing everyone now watching him, averted his eyes to the ceiling, and stuttered, "Oh, um…"

Tenya marched his way to Midoriya, greeting "Good morning! I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is- "

"I heard!" Midoriya interrupted, stopping Iida in his tracks. "I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida."

"Midoriya, you realized there was something more to that practical exam, didn't you?" Iida assayed "I had no idea… I misjudged you! I hate to admit it, but you are better than me."'

Midoriya muttered his next words, so I couldn't hear it, even over the silence of the other students.

Looking back at Yaoyorozu, who was similarly enraptured by the exchanges happening in front as the rest of the class, I called her attention "Well, this has been a pleasant conversation, with a show to boot. Class is starting soon so I'll get back to my desk. I hope to continue this later."

She looked back at me, and smiled brightly, "Yes, that would be nice."

Just as I sat back down, a yellow caterpillar showed itself from outside the front door. Guess I missed Uraraka's arrival and the rest of that exchange in front. Out came a haggard-looking man in black. Despite the low tone he used, I could hear his words clearly.

"Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough."

The worn-out hero turned to the rest of the class, "I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shoto. Nice to meet you."

Sounds of astonishment rang out, with Midoriya exclaiming "Homeroom teacher?".

Pulling out a PE uniform from his cocoon, Aizawa stated "It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field."

Time to establish the pecking order.

I wanted to go all the way until the results of the physical tests, but I figured I might as well see the feedback for this first.

On the discussion of the quirk I'm using: I've spent too many hours on chemistry sites and biology papers, breaking down the molecular geometry and composition of sugar, its many forms, to its effects on the body. At this point, I've given up. I'm just going to establish it: sugar is sugar. Don't think too much about it. I've done enough of it for the both of us. I already spend too much time double-checking the wiki and the anime for the most minute of details to make sure everything is canon-accurate. I'll just simplify it and establish its limits in later chapters, but for now, just know I won't go too deep on the quirk's specifics. It really isn't the point of all this. I just wanna make Bane. The story concept and title were born from that idea, moulded by it.

* Congrats if you understood where "Gimme your ring" comes from. You have good taste*