"Stop running, boy!" Imachi felt like he was running fastly. He turned down a corner and tripped over a book left on the ground. Imachi looked at his knee. He had taken the bad spill.

Imachi felt himself crying, uncontrollably. He felt like everything was so unfair, so angry at his father, for some reason. Imachi got up and looked towards his father, who had came up the stairs. "Shouto! Stop running!" Imachi looked up. His name was not Shouto, he wanted to tell the man, but his mouth wouldn't work. He just got up and ran. His father refused to follow. Imachi didn't know what was happening, he just ran to his mother, the only safe specimen.

He tugged on her skirt, begging for her attention. She turned around, a frantic and ill look on her face. Imachi ignored it. "Mom, he's making me..."

Imachi cut himself off as his mother turned around, a boiling pot of water in her hands. She aimed it towards Imachi and thrashed it with all her might.

"AH!" Imachi woke up in his regular bed, in his regular body. The sun wasn't even up. He scanned his room. It was clean and tidy, just like he liked it. Imachi even got up and looked into the mirror. That was an odd dream to have. It was really traumatic, even though he was there for less than a minute it seems. He wondered why he had a dream like that suddenly.

He knew it wasn't his life, so it must've been someone elses. Todoroki? He heard his first name, but could it really be? The scar would damn near complete the story itself. Imachi didn't want to prod, so he pushed it to the back of his head for another time. "Time to get ready for school."

Imachi and Izuku entered the school. The latter hadn't said any words besides good morning. Imachi had only stayed silent because the dream was bugging him. "Your going to tell me what that was about?" Imachi supposed he was talking about the Momo situation. "I half know myself. Yoayorozu was sneaking around with Bakugou behind Todoroki's back. But I don't know anymore. I just happened to be about to train nearby."

Izuku nodded. "I meant to tell All Might but he has been on a lot of hero duty. But, I've...been wondering if you could teach me." "Teach you what?" "How to do what you do." "You're being vague, Icchan." "I want to learn how to balance my power in my body than rather breaking my arms and fingers everyday."

Imachi figured it was the right thing to do, and he had to get his mind off the dream. "It's totally a mental thing. You can do it, you just don't know how. Imagine you're grilling chicken. You want to line up the grills evenly, lay the chicken flat evenly, and flame the chicken evenly. Just imagine your body being a piece of chicken. I know you...

nevermind. Anyways, spread the seasoning evenly over the chicken, so one peice of chicken's flavor is not too strong, and the other pieces don't get weak flavor."

Izuku was writing notes. "Anything else?" "Sure. Imagine your have a batch of chicken nuggets. You want to fry them evenly, so one isn't burnt or undercooked-" "Why all the food analogies?" "I'm hungry! The moved breakfast behind homeroom and Aizawa lets us out late anyways. We will barely get enough time to eat. I told you guys to wake Sato up early!"

"Um..." Izuku didn't finish his sentence as a girl walked up to Imachi and him. She had curly blue hair and shining eyes. She walked in Blue Air Jordan Lows, which made Imachi proud. Maybe someone in Japan did have good shoe choice. "Imachi! Hey!"

Imachi remembered the girl he met on his summer days. She was a third year, and part of the big three. She had an amazing hero life ahead of her. "Nejire!" She smiled, happy he had remembered her. "Hug?" Imachi embraced the girl. She gripped his shoulder blades. She was reluctant to pull back. "If only you had half a year on your birth certificate. We could be together." Imachi gave her a smile. "I have a girlfriend, Nejire."

The bell rang. "It's too bad. Maybe we could break those rules?" Imachi gave her a no headshake. "I knew you were loyal!" She kissed him on the cheek and jogged past him. Imachi and Izuku proceeded to walk to Aizawa's with a particularly fast pace. They got there and sat down seconds before the bell rang.

Aizawa came in after them, even though they hadn't even seen him. "Cutting it close, huh, Midoriya, Alexander? Maybe pausing to talk to your upperclassmen isn't such a good idea during school."

Izuku blushed while Imachi stared across the classroom. He didn't care that he had been called out. So many teachers had done it before.

"The Sports Festival is tomorrow." That sent a jolt through the whole classroom. It had snuck up on them like that. Imachi was glad he was a person who upped his skilled everyday, or he would've been in trouble. Aizawa continued. "We won't do practical today and you are forbidden to train before tomorrow. Any illegal substances found in your blood system or on your body before and during the Festival will result in immediate Out of School Suspension and a 1000000 yen fine. After the Festival, you'll be fined 2000000 yen, and expelled from U.A. permanently. So take this seriously."

Imachi planned to. He shuddered in his seat, his excitement triggering it. He held his hand up. Aizawa looked for any questions besides Imachi, and sighed as he chose the boy to speak. "Eraserhead," "Yes?" "I'm going to win."

The blatant disregard for anyone's feelings took Aizawa by surprise. Midoriya seemed shocked, Bakugou was angry, Todoroki was unreadable. And Mina, sweet Mina, laughed at him loudly. She slammed the desk with her hands, not getting over herself. Imachi shot her a look, with made her laugh even louder.

"Ashido, please be respectful of others. My ears hurt." Mina calmed down and wiped her eyes. "Now, to turn my attention back to you, Mr. Alexander. Why do you think you will win, without any regard for students who are clearly stronger and more better than you."

Imachi looked up at the teacher." "Eraserhead, sir?" "Yes?" "I don't care." "What?" "In all respect, I have been a minority my whole life. I don't expect to be the strongest, the faster, the smartest, or even the best. But I'm going to win. All my life, I've had to go twenty times harder than any other kind of student for lesser results. I'm going to become the best hero ever. I made a promise to my dying father. I want this. No, I need it. It's something no one understands. My desire isn't necessarily pure, or happy, or cheery. It is what it is. I'm going to be the greatest, better than All Might, because I need to fulfill my promise."

Eraserhead seemed amused by Imachi's speaking. "And how so will you do this, Alexander?" "By being myself and doing what I've done before. Kicking ass."

Imachi looked on as Aizawa went back to his little cubbyhole. "You're dismissed for breakfast, make sure you get back to your classes on time."

In cue, the breakfast bell rang and the whole class moved out.

Out in the hallway, a stern hand grabbed Imachi. "Buzzer, that was a mistake. Why'd you talk like that? You're weak!" The classes of 1-A, B, and C had gathered around, looking for a fight. "Get off me, Bakugou. Don't make a scene." "What are you, scared? Back up the big talk! I'm the strongest. Beat me." "I already have." Imachi slapped his hand off and went to leave to the Food Hall, but Bakugou pulled him back again.

"Take it back."

Imachi's fuel point was tipping over the meter, like a explosion waiting to happen. He went to get out of Bakugou's grasp. The other boy proceeded to jack Imachi up by the collar. "I'll kill you." "What makes you think that? You had the chance. You fluked." Bakugou raised his hand and punched Imachi onto the ground. Imachi was going to not fight, but his explosion meter cracked under immense pressure.

Imachi quickly got up and got into a stance. He never fought wildly. The crowd roared in his ears as he cocked back his left arm and put his knuckles into Bakugou's head. The boy stumbled, and threw a wild punch that missed. Imachi kicked Bakugou's legs from under him. Imachi, who's father watched a lot of MMA, slammed his fist repeatedly into Bakugou's stomach.

The boy took the pain and managed to flip over Imachi. Imachi felt himself yell as his back but the ground. Before Bakugou could dodge, Imachi flipped onto his waist and then punched Bakugou's nose a certain amount of times. Imachi didn't count, he just hit.

Imachi felt himself getting pulled off of Bakugou and dragged. He looked up to see Mina, dragging his body out of the fray. He picked himself up. Mina found a abandoned Janitor's closet. She pulled the boy in there.

There was just silence as Imachi slid down the wall. He heard literal crying, and felt his cheeks. Dry. Imachi looked and saw Mina, looking at him with teary eyes. "You were like an animal. Both of you. I was always indifferent to Bakugou, but he didn't...he crossed a line. He knew you were dealing with something so he dug into that wound. But that gave you no excuse to bend his face in."

"What do you mean, Mina?" "He...his face is pretty messed up."

Imachi shrugged his shoulders, showing no compassion. "He wanted it."

Imachi got a weird look from Mina. "Did I do something?" "No, it's just...you seem different. What happened?" "I got tired of him pushing me around. That was my first fight. I'm not a violent person." "I know that. It's just...you would've killed him if you had the chance." Imachi got up and shook his pants off. "Most likely, no. I don't hate Bakugou, contrary to popular belief. I just strongly dislikes the way he tries to hurt people."

Imachi wiped the blood off his knuckles. "I probably need to go to the office." "Yeah." Mina brought her arms around his neck and kissed him. She let go after a little bit. "You'll most definitely be suspended after the Sports Festival, I have no doubt. But then it's a weekend. I could drop by your house..."

Imachi smiled. "I like that idea. I'll win the trophy, and the Festival, for you." "I like that idea. Now that I look back at it, seeing you maul that jerk was kinda...I dunno...sexy? Well, it was most definitely attractive."

Imachi left the closet with Mina, waving as he walked to Nezu's. "See ya, Sunshine!"