AN: I don't own My hero academia or the characters form the other animes that will be appearing.

Ren (edited 09/06/2020): Well I turned this into something I didn't intend to. Oh well what's done is done and plan to see this through since I'm so close. I'm making some changes to the first chapter since it's so god damn long. Reason being I was meant to be a one shot introducing the class that become it's own story. So, I'm cutting down the chapter and taking out the profiles because it needs a revamp now that I know the characters better.

Flash back to long ago I was thinking about this fic a lot especially for who I will put in Izuku's new class. Which is how this all of this was created. Since I was too lazy to come up with an entire class of new OCs to go along with the cannon characters, I handpicked OCs I already created as well as characters that were a part of their stories. Then put them in Deku's new class. I had to change things for them all to exist in the My hero academia universe. This is pretty much the introduction chapter for them. I spent too much time on these characters I'm sorry. I dedicated the other half of this to Izuku to compromise. I'm sorry for my poor writing.

Disclaimer: During the making of this I didn't known Camie is alive. I though toga killed So the version of her that appears here is not the cannon sadly. So, consider her an OC for anyone new going into this.

I'm pretty sure there are still errors everywhere. I'll fix them eventually. Like now since I'm overhauling this chapter. It' was stupidly long I apologies.

Another thing Izuku is slightly OCC mainly because a lot of things has happened to him and that will be further explained in the later half. He just has a lot more confidence that he can stand up for himself and do something. Also, some other characters if you know what anime they come from with also be OCC because they are the versions of themselves from my other fics. If you read my other fics that I have appeared to have given up on. Sorry to the hand full that cared. You'll understand what I mean but just roll with it for now.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy once again. Though I'm still pretty sure no one will be bothered to read this or drop it quickly since it's so long, has OCs, I'm not a very good writer and apparently annoying so yeah my confidence is down but I'm doing this anyway. Why? I don't even know anymore. I just want to see this section come to an end since I can see it so closely.

Are you a hero?

Early sunrise-rays peered through the window of a small but homey room. It was a simple room with a desk that was somewhat neatly put together- if you minus a few missed placed paper sheets and pencil shavings. A bookshelf towered over one side with all its grandeur. There were books of all sizes and titles. Like fun mystery novels one reads in their spare time and a collection of thick and heavy law books. But there was a shelf all too itself filled with an alignment of notebooks that faded through time. One, numbered 13, was not in the best of conditions. In fact, it looked like it got scorched by hell fire before being eventually saved. Then there was a board tacked with various pictures and important notes. Some were linked together with colour corresponding strings and others ringed or even scribbled over with red marker. Of course, since this was a bedroom, there was obviously a bed just beside a curtains-less window along with a bedside table paired with a lamp and an alarm clock. The bright sunrays soon hit the owner of the room awaking him from his slumber. Lazily, his eyes fluttered open to fine a note stuck to his forehead. He raised his body up from under his comforting covers then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He tried to read the note despite his tiredness:

Hey there sleepy head.

Had a good night sleep?

We found you asleep on your desk again.

You looked so cute I wanted to pinch your freckled cheeks, but Seiji stopped me.

Party pooper :P

So anyway, sweetheart, we tucked you into bed with a little help from sensei.

We didn't want to wake you up after all.

I tried to give you a kiss goodnight, but Seiji stopped me again.

Seriously what's his problem?

Oh well there's always next time~ ;)

The note was signed by a very clear lipstick kiss mark and even had a fragrant sent of perfume. A smile entered his face. "Those guys." He chuckled to himself and then looked over to his clock. That warm fuzzy feeling soon disappeared along with his happy expression. Now it was replaced with worry and shock. "What?" He yelled as he grabbed his alarm clock. He thought his sleepiness was making him see things but nope. "How did it get so late? I'm sure I set my alarm before I got to work. Why didn't anyone wake me?" He scuffled his curly hair in panic but soon spotted a nicely written note from where his clock once stood. It read as so:

My sincerest apologies, but when sensei noticed how early you set your alarm as well as how late you stayed up. It was a unanimous decision to let you sleep as long as your body needed. You should stop pulling these all- nighters it's not healthy. By the time you are reading this we might have already left. I apologise for not waking you up. But to be fair you are not required to do the exam like the rest of us. We thought it would be unfair if we forced you to wake up along with the rest of us. I'm sure you'll find yourself there. If not I and the others will do our best to keep the class in check until Takako gets here to straighten them out.

The boy sighed heavily, "Those guys. They didn't need to do that." Then he remembered how late it was and tumbled out of bed. He bounced around his room changing out his pyjamas and into his uniform. All the while he was mumbling to himself of the difference tasks he had to do and how to cut down on time so he could get out of there faster. Then he hopped over to his bookshelf while trying to but on his last sock. He reached out for a particular shelf and felt around. What he was looking for wasn't there. "What?" He peeked over the shelf and found some of his notebooks were missing. "I was sure they were there last night. I don't think I used any of them. He then glanced at his desk to make sure. There he found his bag sitting on top of his chair ready packed with what appears to be the hilt of a bamboo blade sticking out from the top, and as well as another note written with scruffy handwriting:

Hey! If you're reading this, you're probably awake now so...

GOOD MORNING!

Sensei asked if I could get your bag ready last night since we all knew you'd be in a panic when you wake up!

I packed the usual. Pens and other school equipment, your notebooks and even Hi no Tori.

I don't know if you need it but just in case it's there!

"Guys," he groaned with a tinge of light amusement. He opened the bag and saw that everything was in order. Still he glanced back to his shelf of old notebooks and eyed number 13. He picked up the fragile pages and stared at it. He didn't need it. There was really nothing left to use in it but old notes he can look over as many times as he needed. Still he couldn't help but have this odd feeling so he stuffed it in with the others and rushed out his door.

Dashing down the stairs, the boy almost tripped over his untied shoes laces but he managed to catch himself before he face-planted the floor. He was however greeted with a horrific sight. "What happened to the kitchen?" he asked himself as he gasped at the horrendous scene: pots and pans were strewed all around the counters along with missed placed utensils. Some obviously used and others sadly damage. They sat on top of the sink which was just vile. Mountains upon mountains of washing up were piled up with more pans and dishes that were definitely not washed. He could smell their gripping stench from meters away. And the grime. The grime! There were food stains everywhere you look. From the walls to the floors and he didn't even want to know how some got on to the ceiling along with a butter knife. The only place that was left clean was a small counter area with a plate. The area looked purposely wiped down because at arm's length of either side of the plate was the splurges of hideous food stains began. On the plate was a beautifully toasted sugared triangle slices of bread with a small nob of butter. On the side was an array of berries from blue to razz. All topped off with a gentle dusting of icing sugar and a drizzle of golden maple syrup. Right next to it was a note with handwriting as perfect as the dish itself it was practically calligraphy.

Since you are reading this you have awaken and so I bid you a good morning. Before I leave, I decided to make you some breakfast. It's nothing special just your ordinary French toast nothing too fancy. Forgive the mess. I had a few trial runs to get it up to standard and the others tried to help me, though it was more like ruining everything, so it ended up being the horrid mess you see before you. I will take full responsibility to clean it up when I get back. I hope the meal is to your satisfaction. I know I could have done better but Nagamasa rushed me out and we ran out of ingredients.

P.S We'll need to go groceries shopping after the exam.

After reading the note he looked over to the a nearby bin with the so called few trial runs tossed in one on top of the other. The poor bin was over filled. "Guys," he groaned as he looked at the picture-perfect meal. "They didn't need to go through so much trouble for me." The temptation to sit down and tuck in was great. His stomach was growling with emptiness as his mouth watered slightly. But one look at the clock made him forget about all that. He marched to the exit to his stomach displeasure. Marching past the empty and surprisingly clean dining room, he was about to touch the door handle.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He stopped the second he heard that voice. He turned around and found a middle age man in a typical white and black suit just without a tie and an open blazer sitting comfortably on one of the dining chairs as if he was sitting there the entire time. His wavy, golden locks were tied in a small pony tail that draped down his shoulder. "Hi sensei. What are you doing here?" he asked timidly as he was tempted to just make a run for it. However, knowing his sensei that's not going to happen.

"Waiting for you to wake up silly," the man replied as he took another sip from his dainty little white tea cup. He held it like a proper English-man along with the saucer it was paired with. "Now, where do you think you're going?" He asked again with a smile. Although, that smile had a type of disapproval darkness hidden behind its brightness. "Shouldn't you eat before you go. Seiji worked awfully hard on breakfast. I would hate to see all his efforts go to waste." He pointed to the almost war zone like kitchen. As if it was timed perfectly the butter knife form the ceiling fell from it's placed and splatted on to the marbled floor leaving a brand-new stain.

With a nervous yet polite smile, the boy spoke up. "Sensei, I would love to sit and eat but it's getting really late and the others already left so I need to go catch up to them. So, if you don't mind…"

"Nonsense," the man interrupted. As he spoke the chair that was placed directly across from him suddenly turned. With an elegant motion, the man held out his hand calling to the boy, "Now, have a seat." As if by magic the chair dashed forward like a race car on a mission as it left clouds of dust behind it. It slid into a U turn and scooped up the boy and raced back to its original position. All the while the boy was screaming almost crying form shock while he was forcefully sat down.

He grasped his rapidly beating heart while he panted heavily from shock. "Sensei, was that really necessary?"

"Of course, my boy. Now eat your breakfast." As he said those word the perfectly plated French toast floated in front of the boy and landed gently with a clang. Along with it came a perfectly polished set of a knife and fork that glisten in the light. The two utensils swiftly got to work cut up a bite size piece of the delectable piece of sweeten bread.

"Sensei, while I appreciate the gesture I really should…" he was silence once the fork forcefully shoved the piece into his mouth. The sweet and fruity flavours burst in his mouth and he instantly took hold of the fork and knife allowing whatever mystical forced that held them up to subside. Carefully, he chewed the pieced savouring it's rich flavour.

The blonde smiled at his student's glowing expression. "It's good, isn't it? I always fine food made with love always taste just that better." His deep blue eyed gazed glanced over to a porcelain white teapot with floral painted roses and golden rims that shined as brightly as the sun. Slowly, the fancy teapot levitated from the ground and poured it's contents into a teacup with a matching pattern. A couple of sugar cubes bounced out from their container and landed onto a floating teaspoon. They then proceeded to use the spoon like a diving board and dived into the cup with the spoon string it in. "Would you like some tea with that?" he asked while the teacup and matching saucer slid closer to the boy.

With a sigh of defeat, the boy settled himself into the seat and took the teacup and saucer into his hand. He copied his sensei's actions as he took a slip of the mildly bitter drink with a hint of sweetness. "Thank you." It was just the way he liked it optimal temperature, no milk and two cubes of sugar. His sensei knows him well.

After a few minutes of silence eating the sensei decided to strike up a conversation: "So are you excited for today?"

The boy nodded his head as he swallowed the plumbed strawberry in his mouth. "It should be interesting. I'll get to see new quirks in action. It will also be fun to see how far everyone has grown. I might even get to meet some new pro heroes." He smiled brighter than ever before with a light that rivals even that of the sun.

It was so contagious his sensei couldn't help but try to match it. "You're so sweet little one but remember to control yourself. There aren't a lot of pro heroes out there that take too kindly of a strange boy interrogating them about their quirks."

"Come on sensei, you know I'm too shy to do anything like that," the boy whined in slight panic as he stuffed another mouthful to calm him down. "Besides that's Click's thing."

"Ah right, that young man does have a thing for gossip. Although, his actions are far nobler than most vicious mainstream media out there. To find the absolute truth is better than fining the next big scoop and stirring up controversy."

His student nodded in agreement. "Yeah that one of our mottos we live by. To find the truth." There was a type of sadness in his voice as his eyes lowered down from their previous excitement.

Noticing his student's change of moods, the man spoke up to gain his attention, "Is there something wrong, my boy?"

Immediately, the boy shook his head. "No, no, it's just that talk like that reminds me a lot of my dad. I mean… I can't help but think about him sometimes. You know? Especially now that we gotten a little close unconventionally. I just really want to meet him now in person and not just some voice over the phone. I know his work is important, but I wish he'd come home. Even if it was temporary."

The man reached out his hand to touch his student leaving a reassuring feeling upon contact. "It's ok my boy. I'm sure he's thinking about you too as well as your mother. He calls more frequently to you, right? Now then eat up you have a lot to go through today."

With a simple nod, the boy finished off what was left of his meal before he stood up and made his way back to the door. Once again reached out for the door handle but was stopped mid-way as he was called for.

"Wait." The boy did as tell and turned back. His sensei wore a grim and serious yet saddened expression. "Do you ever regret coming here?"

The boy laughed at the randomness of the question. "No of course not. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. I mean this place… it was never your first choice. I can't help but feel responsible for it."

Longingly, the boy stared off to the side and wondered what could have been. He soon threw those thoughts away. This is the path he chose and he's more than willing to see it through to the bitter end. "I think it about sometimes. What it would be like to go there, but no I don't regret coming here. And I don't think I ever will." He faced the man dead in the eye. Those emerald green eyes sparkled brightly with determination and confidence. "I'm going to keep walking down this path and see where it leads me."

"I see."

Thinking the conversation was over he attempted to take the door handle again. It wasn't.

"Hold it," his sensei once again called out and once again he turned back. His expression was dead serious now with only a mild trace of concern. "You are aware there is 50% chance you'll be facing U.A's A class correct?" With this gentle reminder old memories resurfaced from the depths of the boy's mind. Memories he would rather but will never forget. "Are you prepared to face them?"

Two figures became prominent in his mind. One was impatient and explosive as his own quirk. The other was cold as ice much like his own quirk but he lacks fiery passion that represents his other quirk. These two, in particularly the explosive one, are the ones he needed to look out for. There's no telling what will happened once they meet face to face. "I hope I am sir. I have some things I need to say to them. Hopefully, they'll take it to heart. Or even better they already improved on their faults and I don't need to do anything. But someone needs to give them a push in the right direction. If they're teachers couldn't I'll try my best to." Then he thought of the likeliness they would listen which was slim to nothing. "Then again I might just be wasting my breath."

The man let out a light chuckle, "You always have this undying need to help others no matter who they are. You're a lot like him in that way." He stood up from his seat and walked over to his young student. He bent down to eye level and ruffed up his curls beneath his cap. "Whatever happens know that I am proud of you. You came this far after all."

The boy blushed a bit form his sensei's flattering words. "Thank you, sir." Before he turned around as an attempt to leave, he faced his sensei once more. "Is there anything else you need to say?"

"Yes," he casually pointed to the boy's neck, "Your top two buttons are undone."

He looked down at himself and yes, his upper buttons were undone showing off his bare chest. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he scratched his freckled cheeks. He must have forgot to do that after that mad dress rush this morning. "Well this is embarrassing."

The man couldn't help but laugh at the boy's adorable expression. He then proceeded to do them up for him and patted the cap on his head. "Have fun out there, kid. Don't forget. Be proud of who you are and what you achieved. Their words can't hurt you anymore," he said in a rougher tone compared to the regal one he was using.

Firmly, the boy nodded in response with a burning glim in his eyes. "Thanks sensei. Well got to go." With that said the boy finally made it out through the door without any further interruption.

The man stood there for a moment as he watched his precious student walk away from him. He then tried to fish something out from under his shirt. It was a simple locket whose golden colour as faded through time. In the centre was a small crystal in a five-star indent. He clicked the locket open. There inside was a faded picture of his younger self with another man. The man had sickly white skin yet a lively smile. His hair was about shoulder length with a light lime colour to it much like his's eyes only just they were a darker. His cheeks were kissed with freckles much like someone else he knew. He sighed fondly at the picture, "He reminds me so much of you, Saisho. He looks so much like you." He clenched his fist encasing the locket and held it close to his heart. "If only you were here with me. You'd love him and I'm sure he'll love you too. He's been growing a lot lately. You'd be proud." He looked up at the ceiling with a longing yet sadden gaze. "I'll see you soon."

Meanwhile, the boy was rushing down a semi-busy sidewalk being extremely vigilant not to hit anyone. He let the wind rushed through his forest green curls while keeping one hand on his cap. He's loving the feeling. For whatever reason, he felt so free. He's getting closer and closer to his destination. Hopefully, no one is trying to kill each other yet or start a fight with other students. He soon stopped as he heard a plea for help.

"Oh Mr. Fluffers, why do you keep doing this? You know you have a hard time climbing down trees."

There was an elderly woman looking up at a tree (which was pretty hard thanks to her hunched back). She was trying to call down to a small ginger cat which he concluded was hers. Seeing the elderly woman having a hard time, the boy decided to take a detour to lend a hand, "Excuse me Miss, do you need some help?"

The old woman looked at him with surprise. "Hello there, young man. I didn't see you there." Her attention was then stolen by a small meow. "Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry but my sweet Mr. Fluffers got himself stuck again and I don't know how to get him down."

The boy flashed a smile at her that gave an 'it's going to be alright' vibe. "Don't worry miss I can get him down." He dropped his bag and prepared a running start at the tree. Quickly, he dashed forward as fast as he could. Using the momentum from his run, he used the soles of his shoes to gripped on the tree trunk's rough surface. For a few seconds, he defied gravity and ran straight up the tall trunk. As soon as he reached high enough he grabbed hold of one of the lower branches. He hauled himself up and sat down. Then he got a glance of the cat who positioned himself in a pouncing position with a hissed. The boy tried to be nice and held a helping hand to the cat. He talked softly to try and calm it down, "It's ok, little guy, I'm not going to hurt you. Just come here and I'll take you back to your owner."

And come the little guy did. Right in his face.

The boy screamed in terror as the cat dug his claws into the side of his face and knocked the cap off his head. The two of them had a little wrestled as the boy tried to pull the cat off him and the cat latching on to dear life. Eventually, he got the cat off and it jumped down to the arms of his owner. "Mr. Fluffers, please stop doing that," the old woman said in a babying voiced as he cuddled with the cat and it cuddled back.

With a sigh of relief, the jumped down from the tree and landed ninja style. He then scooped up his hat. Then he dusted off all the dirt and placed it firmly back on his head. He then swung his shoulder bag over his shoulders and began walking on his way.

"Hold on there, dearie!" The old woman called out as she wobbled over to the boy with the help of her cane. "Thank you for helping Mr. Fluffers. I don't know what I would have done without you. And sorry for his behaviour. He doesn't take well to strangers." He insisted it was fine while she continued to apologise. She then noticed the uniform he was wearing and her elderly eyes gleamed. "That uniform. Are you a hero student by any chance?"

The boy smiled as brightly as ever and answered cheerfully: "Nope!"

AN: Ok this is a more manageable beginning. Time to delete those awful profiles.