A/N: Hello wonderful people! Thank you for continuing to read this story in spite of its many, many flaws, including my own personality. Without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

Edit (11/9/18): I have done what I can to improve the latter part of the chapter, since it was one of the ones that I was kinda struggling with. I still don't think it's all that good, so don't surprised if this one still seems a bit boring.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or My Hero Academia. They belong to Monty Oum, Kohei Horikoshi, and their respective publishing companies. If I owned them, this would be the canon storyline.

I do not own the cover image

Chapter 6: The Badge and The Burden

Izuku woke up to the sound of a rather loud whistle coming from Tenya's bed, followed by a rather loud, "Good morning, everyone! I hope you slept well!"

"PUT A SOCK IN IT, FOUR EYES! IT'S SIX IN THE MORNING!"

Oh yeah. And he was in his dorm room with his four-man team at Beacon. Bakugo was sitting upwards in his bed at the far side of the room, still in his black tank top and bright red flannel pants, his ears pointed down in an obvious rage, his teeth coming to bare for emphasis.

"By Monty, do you ever shut up?" Shoto said, getting up from his own bed, dressed in a blue t-shirt and gray flannel pants, looking rather annoyed at both Bakugo and Tenya, likely because they were the ones who'd woken him up. Rather rudely too.

Okay, some context on the situation that Izuku is currently in. Bakugo, despite being very surprised that Izuku had managed to survive Initiation at all, let alone behead an Oum damned Orochi youth with a single punch, was keeping his promise, and, as far as he knew, hadn't told anyone about him being a former Fractured. Izuku thought that Bakugo was going to kill him, but thus far, he hadn't made any attempts of the kind, though he always seemed to look at Izuku with a silent rage from then on.

It was enough to make Izuku choose the furthest possible bed he could be in from Bakugo, so it was safe to say that things were still fairly tense between them.

"DO YOU WANNA DIE TOO, HALF AND HALF?!" Bakugo threatened Shoto, though it only made his right eye begin twitching in irritation.

Bakugo was then promptly smacked upside the head by Tenya, who began to lecture him on the etiquette of a proper huntsman. It was at this time that Izuku decided to slip into the bathroom and get changed into his uniform, which consisted of a black suit lined with gold threading, accompanied by a blue vest and a red tie. It was a little flashy for Izuku's tastes, but he liked it nonetheless.

He then slipped out of the bathroom and signaled Shoto to get ready. Shoto got the message, and silently slid into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later in the same uniform. They then silently walked out of the room, making very little noise while they did so, though that didn't really matter since you could more than likely hear Bakugo and Tenya arguing through the walls.

Breakfast lasted much longer than normal, and Izuku and Shoto small talked through most of it. Though there was one small detail that was practically making the green haired inheritor bounce in his seat in pure awe.

"So, your dad is Endeavor? As in the Endeavor?!"

"Yeah. I don't really talk about it that much though. The only reason I told you was because if I didn't, it probably would've caused some problems down the line."

Izuku, being the person that he was, began mumbling and writing notes in a notebook labeled "Huntsman Notes No.14" on the cover, his hand practically a blur as he wrote out a series of calculations and various notes of... whatever those notes were of. Seriously, how could he read those? They were barely legible.

Izuku quickly realized that he went into one of his "notetaking frenzies" again, promptly putting away the notebook, and, with a sheepish smile on his face, apologized. "I-I'm sorry. I get like whenever I get new info on huntsmen."

"I hope it won't be a problem to the team dynamic. Although... your frenzies are probably the least of our problems, considering our other two teammates."

Shoto hit the nail right on the head with that one. Tenya and Bakugo seemed to argue every chance that they got, and if they kept it up, the team wouldn't last another week, let alone an hour.

"Yeah, you're right about that. Still though, you're one of the children of the Big Four! This is a very big deal!" Izuku whisper-shouted to Shoto, who only looked at his partner with a neutral face.

The Big Four were the four strongest Huntsmen in the world, voted upon every year by the various peoples of every kingdom. These Huntsmen, whether they choose to accept the title or not, are agreed upon as the strongest of all their ilk. The current holders of these titles were as follows. All Might, said to be the strongest and most courageous Huntsman to ever live, the current poster boy of the Big Four, also nicknamed the "Symbol of Hope." Endeavor, a battle specialist who mostly kills Grimm and captures criminals, with very few rescue missions under his belt. Black Reaper, a man shrouded in so much mystery that, other than his real name, the only people who really knew anything about him was his own team, and they were either KIA, MIA, or semi-retired. And finally, there was Franken Stein, a scientist so incredibly crazy that he uses his own body for experimentation with Dust, cybernetic implants, and a slue of pseudo-sciences that almost made him a walking corpse.

All four of these people would be called upon in a time of great crisis to work together as a team, under no true name, and no true calling to stay together. They were assembled for the mission, and the mission alone. That was it. There could be some comradery found within this group at times, but it rarely lasted.

One more thing. A prominent member of the Big Four, a Huntress by the codename Flaming Rose, was killed thirteen years ago under mysterious circumstances. The details were never made public, not even her family knew the whole story. All they knew was that she had died a hero, and the only thing left of her was the broken remains of her weapon.

But I digress...

Shoto calmly whispered, "Keep your voice down. I told you that secret because I need you to trust me, but I don't want anyone else to find out about this, not even Tenya. And especially not Bakugo."

"Do you... want to change the subject?"

"Gladly. What's our first class?" Shoto replied, not seeming particularly concerned about their other teammates, who had yet to catch up with them. Then he further explained, "Don't worry. Tenya studied and memorized the entire schedule last night. They'll be fine without us."

"Oh. Okay." Izuku then dug around his backpack for the schedule that Shoto had mentioned. "Here it is! Okay... our homeroom is Shouta Aizawa. He teaches General Studies and Semblance Application."

"Which of those do we have first?"

"The latter." A flash of recognition then came upon Izuku's face, prompting him to search his bag and pull out a different notebook, "Huntsmen Notes No.12," flipping through random pages until he stopped on the one that he was looking for about halfway through. "He was actually pretty well known a couple years ago. Went by the nickname 'Erasure Head.' And a prime Big Four candidate. He specialized in capture missions, but otherwise he's actually fairly well rounded out. But..."

"What? What happened?"

"Well... he was called in by his old team, they wanted to do a job together. He accepted the invitation... but he was the only person to come out alive. He never talked about it with the media, or even with close friends. The only person who's even rumored to talk to him about it is All Might."

"Anything else we need to know?"

"He has severe Insomnia. Other than that, there isn't really anything else worth knowing."

"Wait, he has Insomnia? How the hell did he get that?"

"I don't know. The details were never made public, but I'm guessing that it had something to do with that mission he went on with his team."

Izuku was going to continue until he saw the clock, displaying 8:45 on its face. "Aw crap! We've gotta get to class!" He said to Shoto as he put his backpack straps over his shoulders.

"Why? What's that rush?"

"His class is on the other side of the school!"

It was at this moment that Shoto immediately grabbed his bag and ran with Izuku towards the other end of the school. It took them a little while, but they managed to arrive with five minutes to spare, with their homeroom teacher nowhere in sight. They took seats next to each other in the center of the class, with a view of the nearly the entire class. Why had no one else taken those seats already? No one knew.

A minute before the bell, Tenya and Bakugo zipped into the classroom with pieces of toast in their mouths, though Bakugo's looked far more charred than Tenya's. Being the person that he was, Tenya sat down next to his teammates, while Bakugo, being the narcissistic asshole, stayed as far away from them as he possibly could, which, unfortunately for him, wasn't very far.

Then the bell rang, and at the literal same moment, their homeroom teacher walked through the door. He wrote his name on the board, and introduced himself in a very tired and dejected voice. "Hello, first years. My name is Shouta Aizawa. While you are in this classroom, you will address me as Mr. Aizawa or not at all. Now, as I'm sure some of you know, this class is Semblance Application. While we are in this class, there will be very little deskwork. Most of it will be hands on. You will learn to use your semblances without the help of weapons, and sparring matches will be commonplace. Be prepared to get injured."

"What's the difference between this and Combat Class?" A random student asked, obviously not paying attention to the 'speech' Aizawa was giving.

"Well, I'm sure that if you were paying any attention at all, you'd know that you have to fight in these matches with your Semblance and your bare hands, nothing else. Now, as it is the first day, there won't be any actual sparring matches. I will instead be giving you a preliminary paper test to see just how much you understand your own power."

"WHAT THE HELL?! I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS WOULD BE A HANDS ON CLA-" Bakugo began yelling before being gagged by Aizawa's scarf, which had restrained him to the point that he couldn't move.

"If you could let me finish... this test will take a while to grade, and once I'm finished with it, you will be placed in a tier bracket. Tier 1 will be the people who understand their Semblances the most, and Tier 5 will be those who don't even know what their semblances are. This test won't affect your grade, but I do recommend that you take it seriously. By the end of the year, I expect every single one of you to be at Tier 1 level, semblance or not. If you aren't, I will fail you, and you will have to take this course again. Am I understood?"

"YES SIR!" Nearly everyone but Shoto and Bakugo answered, since one of them wasn't intimidated and the other one was currently being gagged.

"Good." He replied to their answer as he let Bakugo out of his scarfs grasp. "Now..." he pulled out a small stack of papers, obviously the test that he'd mentioned previously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

(two hours later, Izuku's POV)

It was a relief to all of STIK when the bell finally rang throughout the halls of Beacon Academy, letting them get out of that nightmare of a class that they'd just gone through. Man, how the hell did someone get through this class in one piece? And those questions were both incredibly probing and in certain cases very personal. Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said that they should take it seriously.

"Midoriya. Would you stay a moment? I have a few things to discuss with you," Aizawa said as he casually began looking through their tests.

The aforementioned green haired inheritor briefly gulped in nervousness before he turned back to his partner, saying, "You guys should go on ahead. I'll catch up soon, promise!"

Shoto nodded to his partner in acknowledgment as he and the rest of the team walked off towards their next class, leaving him alone with the disheveled teacher, heavy bags under his eyes as he continued to go through their tests unimpeded.

"I understand that your semblance is a rather unique case."

… oh boy.

Aizawa placed down the test in his hand as he stood from behind his desk and walked over to his student, continuing, "You've already developed a way to use it safely, but there's also the problem that you're too reckless and self-sacrificial to hold back when you should. You remind me of mister media-attention like that. But, if you use your full power in this classroom, under any circumstances, I won't hesitate to fail you right then and there. This is for the safety of the other students, as well as yourself. You have a way to use your semblance safely, so use it.

"It's good to have those kinds of instincts, Midoriya. Makes you more heroic than most people who walk these halls. But let me be clear. If you can't help yourself in a desperate situation without resorting to your full power, you'll be no good to anybody. Least of all yourself. Okay?"

Izuku nodded shakily, seeing as Aizawa had been giving him a rather intense 'evil-eye' the entire time he'd been talking. Oh man, that glare was intense.

"Then we have an understanding. Good. Now go on to your next class. If it's with Glynda, I suggest you start hurrying. She's a stickler for punctuality," Aizawa warned Izuku as reclaimed his chair, sifting through the tests once again as the green haired inheritor scurried out the door.

Izuku then briefly doubled back and poked his head inside the classroom, asking, "Erm... Mr. Aizawa? What if I happen to accidentally go full power during combat class or something?"

"Then you'll have to deal with Glynda. In which case, may whatever gods exist have mercy on your soul, you poor bastard," Aizawa said without even looking up from the tests he was going over as Izuku quickly turned heel and began rushing out through the hall to his next class.

(a few minutes later, the combat arena, Izuku's POV)

Izuku, currently was jogging along at a rather brisk pace as a few of the others did the same, with Bakugo and Tenya trying to lap each other while he and Shoto simply jogged. The same was happening with Ruby and Weiss. Though it appeared as though the rose-themed reaper had the upper hand in that regard, seeing as the white-haired heiress was currently panting as she continued to run along the path.

"They've been like that since this morning," Yang clarified as she caught up to Izuku, noticing that he'd been keeping track of the two since class had started. "I don't know what happened between them, but it's been pretty loud ever since then."

Izuku simply nodded as they finished the run, all while his other two teammates continued to try and outpace each other long after they should've stopped. Shoto, ever full of sage wisdom, offered, "Do you think you should interfere? If it's really gotten this bad, then you ought to stop it, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but I can't keep bailing her out. When we were back on Patch, it was easier. I was her big sister, and I was around, so I kept the local jerks off her back when I could. But that was high school, and we're at Beacon now. We're supposed to be learning about how to deal with real problems, and if I keep bailing her out, she won't learn how to deal with people properly."

And it was now Izuku's time to be awed by Yang's rather sagely knowledge. During most of his own time in high school, he hadn't really had anyone who stuck up for him, on account of the fact that he was a Fractured and all. But they were in college now. And Yang's words had kinda struck a chord with him. No one had come to his rescue, but maybe he was better off for it.

A memory of Bakugo blowing his journal to smithereens just under a year ago quashed these thoughts immediately. He always wished he had friends to rely on. And now he had them, even if he didn't know them all that well, at least for the moment. Shoto was pretty nice, and just this morning, in Aizawa's class, had defended him from a stereotype embodiment of the jock bully in human form know to Remnant as Cardin Winchester. But he wasn't always going to be around. He'd have to deal with this stuff on his own eventually.

But until then... well, he had people to practice talking to, right? So, he ought to talk to them!

… that might take a while. Izuku thought as they continued on to the next exercise, the rest of the day becoming a blur as they kept trying to stay out of the crossfire of their teammates antics.

A/N: GIMME QUESTIONS!

Also, sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise!