Aaaaaand I'm back with the next chapter!

Warning – Kyoya doesn't out-right swear, but I do make him swear in his head. He's also a little different compared to cannon KHR, but only a little. My reasoning? For two things. 1) Kyoya fully matured into a – sort of – responsible adult before he died, and 2) when he was reborn, he was born as a different person. It wasn't until his memories started that he began to act more and more like his old self, but he will never again really be "Hibari Kyoya." He is Himura Kyoya now, and that means he has actual feelings aside from 'I want to fight it' and 'I want to bite it'. (This is also because I'm afraid I can't actually write what Kyoya would do with certain things.)

But anyway! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Like, literally. Not even my laptop – I'm still paying for it, so technically, I literally own nothing.

"No matter why or who," Aizawa said sternly, staring directly at Kyoya. "Whoever gets last place in this test will be expelled." He turned back to the rest of the class while Kyoya glared holes into his head to stare at them all, and then turned back to Kyoya to say it again. "No matter who."

"Sensei!" Came a shout from his side. Kyoya turned his glare to Iida, the disturber of peace.

'Who gave you permission to be this close to me?!' Kyoya growled in his mind as he attempted to regain control of his stuttered heart. No, the shout hadn't startled Kyoya. Really.

"What kind of test is it?" Iida continued, unknowing of the beating he narrowly missed.

Before the teacher could answer, the omnivore raised his hand and asked his own question. "Aizawa-sensei, why did you say, 'no matter who' twice to Kyoya?" Kyoya turned a glare that Midoriya read as; 'Who gave you permission to call me by my given name?!' The boy squeaked and added a quiet, "…-san." at the end.

Kyoya turned his glare to Aizawa and watched as the man stared back…

"No reason." The man sighed to the class before he finally turned to Iida to answer his question.

The explanation was short, and the man brought up a boy named 'Bakugou' to demonstrate what they were supposed to do. Kyoya watched in mild fascination as the angry boy yelled 'DIE' and the ball literally exploded in his hand. For some reason, Kyoya's first reaction was not to bite the annoyance to death (that was his second) but to realize that this was Gokudera Hayato – no need to even check if the flames were right. It was him. It had to be.

Because anger issues and explosions? Seriously? Could the universe be anymore obvious?

Kyoya really just wanted to lie down and take a nap. This whole day was too exhausting. But no, he had to participate – if he didn't want to fail, that is.

Try as he might, however, he knew he couldn't top every category. His Flames could only do so much to help his muscles be slightly higher than the average human – his memories and experiences from his former life helped a lot more than his Flames when it came to fights. But he didn't think it would be that horrible… he was so wrong, and he wanted to bite his own idiocy to death.

For example; there was a part of the fitness/Quirk test that required immense arm strength. Kyoya tried it without his flames and got an even 62. With his Flames his power jumped up to 85 – and Kyoya thought that would be an amazing number. Especially considering Tsuna/Midoriya got 56 as his highest.

But then there was a shout and the man with a multiple arm Quirk had a number in the mid 500's…

How the fuck was Kyoya supposed to compete with that?!

And then there were the short distance races; that Iida guy? Yeah, he had engines on his legs. There were some kids that, with their quirk, didn't even touch the sand in the long jump. That Bakugou/ Hayato kid? Yeah he was one of them. And so was Iida! And the ball throw…

The weirdly named girl, Uraraka, her Quirk made things float. And her ball floated into space. Kyoya's best throw made it just over 100 meters. (And then the herbivore had the audacity to give him a smug look!)

Even his former Sky, Midoriya, got a high number on the ball throw! (Though the boy seemed to have broken his finger doing it, but still!)

There was one highlight though. Kyoya had always been flexible – in this life or his last – and the toe-touch portion seemed to be a struggle for most of the class. There were some students here and there that excelled with it with their Quirks, of course, like the frog girl who was able to use her tongue to push the little plaque farther than anyone could… except for the kid that looked half like a bird. His ghost? Shadow? Extra person? His whatever bushed the plaque right off the ruler. The next highest after the frog girl was the girl with the headphone jacks as ears, then the guy with the multiple arms.

And then Kyoya, because Kyoya was the first and only student able to literally fold himself in half.

"That's amazing, Kyoya-san!" Kyoya blinked up at Midoriya as the bubbly, excited voice floated over to him. The boy's voice caught the attention of many of the students around them and before Kyoya could even straighten up properly, they were surrounded by most of the class. Then the whole class, teacher included, had Kyoya surrounded before he could stand to try to run away / bite them all to death. He felt like a cornered wolf.

He growled like one too, as he stared the teacher down.

The class seemed to back off with the exception of the teacher, and oddly, Midoriya. Or perhaps not so oddly, because this was still Tsunayoshi, reborn into a new body – even without his memories, the boy seemed to feel more at ease with Kyoya than with their other class mates. Kyoya stared into the boy's eyes, deep and full of wonder, and he had to look away before he likened the look to a small animal.

…wait.

'Damnit.'

"Oh? That's an impressive number. For you." The man had spoken the last bit like a tacked on second thought, but the man made it seem just a bit like an insult to Kyoya. Before he could get very far into this line of thought, that same bubbly and excited voice broke him from his haze and brought Kyoya's attention to Midoriya.

"How flexible are you? Is being flexible your Quirk? There would be many limits to a quirk like that…" Kyoya blocked out the rest as the boy started mumbling to himself, about seemingly nothing, but try as he might, he couldn't ignore it completely. The whole class was starting to creep closer, some of the braver (or perhaps the stupider) students were actually coming close enough to ask him some of the questions Midoriya was mumbling – which meant they were close enough to hit.

"I really do want to be a Hero." Kyoya sighed, gathering the students' silent attention again. He closed his eyes for a moment before snapping them open to glare at everyone crowding around him. "But I will bite you all to death if you do not back off. Now."

It worked again, for the most part. One student that stayed close enough to hit was blond, with a black lightning-shaped streak in his hair, who laughed literally in the face of danger.

"Haha, you say some pretty funny things man! I'm Kaminari Denki, it's nice to meet you!" Kyoya got the feeling (admittedly, it was from the 'haha') that this was Yamamoto Takeshi brought back from his old life. The young smiling teen held out a hand and, unthinkingly, Kyoya took it, letting his Flames come in contact with the blonds.

It was him. It really was him.

Unfortunately, Kyoya remembered how he died. It was a battle field. It was a bullet to the heart. It was tears on the faces of people he had come to reluctantly call Family. It was Takeshi, Tsunayoshi, and Hayato, all crowding around him. Tsuna cried, Takeshi wept, Hayato snarled as if trying to scare off his own tears. It was Takeshi that had made the pain dissipate, while Hayato tried almost desperately to keep his heart beating despite the blood pooling under him. It was Tsuna, in all his beautiful rage, that had shown none of the mercy he had been renowned for, his slaughter of the enemy the last thing Kyoya saw before death finally took him.

And Kyoya knew he could never be truly upset with the reincarnations of his Family.

"Himura… Kyoya." He introduced himself in a sigh, letting his hand drop. He couldn't think like that though. They were no longer his Family – no longer his to protect. These were new people – people he didn't know. He couldn't treat them like Family, because they weren't Family. They were strangers.

He looked to Midoriya again, stared into his eyes, saw Tsunayoshi stare back at him with a wide and curious gaze, and he… Kyoya…

He turned and walked away. He didn't need these strangers in his life. They were not his Family – and they never would be. On his way out the door Kyoya purposefully walked up to the angry child, Bakugou, and lay a hand on his shoulder for a moment, just long enough to feel the fiery red of the teen's Storm, confirming his former identity before he left the gymnasium.

He hated thinking he was running away, but he needed a moment to himself to stomp out any feelings before they could blossom.

At the end of it all, Kyoya didn't even make it into the top ten… 15th place out of 21 students wasn't bad, but it certainly wasn't what he had expected of himself. It all just seemed to remind him that nothing here was what he had remembered his past life to be – he wasn't a mafia trained Guardian anymore. He was barely even a Hell raiser. He controlled his small town he came from – that was it. He couldn't strike fear into the hearts of people who only knew him by name…

… Yet.

There was still time to cultivate his rein of terror before he became a pro Hero.

The next day brought Kyoya many of the same idiocies as the day previous. He came to class early enough to have the building to himself for an hour or so before any noisy classmates showed up. He hadn't been able to chat with Aizawa-sensei yet about how much the man seemed to… not welcome him here, but Kyoya also figured the man was simply that way with everyone. After all, he had lied about expelling the student that had come in last place.

(Well… Kyoya had a feeling it hadn't been a lie in the beginning, and the man had simply taken back his word after the last place was Midoriya. The omnivore seemed to have a way with people, the same way Tsunayoshi had.)

Students came in, Midoriya greeted him, Kaminari and Bakugou both ignored him, and Kyoya was a little thankful for it. He still wasn't sure how he could deal with being close with the people who were once Family and were now strangers. Kyoya hated feeling like that, feeling like an herbivore, but he merely tuned it all out. The lesson, as well as most of the day, was filled with normal classes. Aizawa was a rather monotonous teacher, but that was almost expected from a man like him. Being taught English from a somewhat tuned down Present Mic was not expected, but his lowered voice was much appreciated.

Then the students all had lunch – and Kyoya hid the fact that he had brought his own from his little apartment as his basic amount of allowance barely covered rent and food. He wasn't sure why his simple, single sandwich was… not embarrassing, but close. Kyoya was used to a little extravagance for his lunch, though that was more in the early years of his first life than this one, but all his lives, no matter what he was doing he had more of a lunch than a single sandwich.

Even the long missions as a Vongola enforcer, he had better lunches than this.

Finishing his food in less than a minute, Kyoya sighed and pulled out a book. If he couldn't fill his stomach the way he wanted, then he would just fill his head and forget that he was still hungry.

It worked for about ten minutes. Kyoya wanted to skip the rest of the school day and go home, where he might be able to eat more… but then again, his kitchen wasn't exactly 'bursting' full of food. But there was rice. And eggs. And some vegetables… maybe he could make some-

"Oi, Himura."

Kyoya blinked up from his book, raising his eye brow at the man standing near his desk. "Yes, Aizawa-sensei?"

"Come with me a moment. I want to talk with you." The man nodded toward the door before he started out it. Kyoya followed at his own pace, taking his time putting his book away just to annoy the man waiting just beyond the door. Kyoya could feel the eyes of fellow students watching him as he followed the nightmare… Aizawa out the door and over to the teachers lounge.

"Please, do come in." Aizawa said, drawing out the words in boredom, though he still managed to sound sarcastic to Kyoya's ears. Kyoya made himself at home, dropping onto the couch as if this was actually his office, and not the teacher's lounge. Just to annoy the man further, Kyoya gestured with a flourished hand toward the seat opposite the couch. Aizawa gave barely more than a raised eyebrow at the attitude but sat himself in his seat graciously.

"I'll get to the point, as you seemed to like my bluntness yesterday." Aizawa said curtly, and Kyoya nodded in agreement, waiting for the man to continue. "I want you to drop out of U.A.-"

"Not going to happen." The words were barely out of his mouth before Kyoya interrupted and spoke over him. They glared at each other for a blistering 5 seconds before Aizawa started again.

"You are Quirkless, and you'll-"

"My being Quirkless means nothing."

They glared harder. After a good minute Aizawa leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing them. "Will you let me finish one sentence without interrupting me?"

"I just did." Kyoya sat back in his seat with a smug smirk, and Aizawa didn't even open his eyes as he half muttered half growled something about 'cheeky, Quirkless brats'. Aizawa suddenly moved, standing up and leaning into Kyoya's personal space.

"Listen to me. You are Quirkless; you're powerless to stop Villains from doing harm to yourself, let alone to anyone else! Do yourself and the world a favour and drop out." The man straightened and Kyoya could only glare at him to hide his shock that someone actually said what he knew deep down a lot of people probably thought of him. "Let's say, for just one minute, you happen to struggle through all 3 years here at U.A. and you graduate. You become a certified Hero. There's a disaster, and you and some other Heroes go to the scene to help people. Care to guess where I'm going with this?"

Kyoya remained quietly seething as he glared.

"You'll get in the way." Aizawa growled lowly. "You'll just get other civilians into more trouble than you can take, and the other Heroes will have to rescue you, too. If you stay here at U.A., I can guarantee I will have to rescue you myself at least once when you get in the way of the other students' training."

Kyoya admirably stayed in his seat for the slow count to 5. Once he reached the number in his head, he had hoped to be 'calm' enough to think before he bites the man to death for his insolence, and Aizawa had turned his back to gather something from a desk Kyoya couldn't see.

He reached 5. He was not calm, by any stretch of the word.

Aizawa barely turned in time to catch Kyoya's fist in his hand, his eyes wide with shock. The man brought up his other hand and Kyoya caught it by the wrist and slammed his knee into the man's sternum, all within a second or two. They fell to the ground, Kyoya on top and the fall forced Kyoya's knee into the man's stomach a second time, more forceful than the last simply because of his weight.

"I would never allow my self to stoop so low as to be rescued by filth like yourself." Kyoya growled into Aizawa's face. He leaned up and away, deliberately digging his knee in deeper. "Do you know why that other school recommended me to be here? Hmm?" Aizawa opened his mouth to answer, his eyes narrowed again in anger after the initial surprise wore off and closed his mouth again to shake his head. Kyoya looked up at the papers fluttering down, reading the titles of a few nearest Aizawa's head.

They were papers to transfer him to a normal, non-Hero school. He was fully prepared to make Kyoya drop out today, and somehow that hurt more than the man's words had. The fact that the man thought he could make Kyoya do anything without being armed with his scarves showed the teen exactly how little the man thought of him. Kyoya glared down his nose at the man below him.

"I went in to introduce myself. They found out I'm Quirkless, and they rejected me on the spot." He paused to watch the confusion in the teacher's eyes. He let a smile he knew looked down-right evil fold over his lips and said into the quiet of the room. "So, I burned down the school."

Kyoya could feel the man's heart quicken through the hold he had on his wrist and let a small chuckle bubble from deep in his chest. He nearly purred the next words. "Let me stay here and become a Hero, or I swear, I will become a Villain the likes of which you have never come across before."

Kyoya remained kneeling on the man's chest for another breath before he pushed himself off and walked to the door. "I'll see you in class, Sensei."

Kyoya hadn't known what to put down on the sheet for his Hero Costume, whether he would prefer a style like his earlier days – the gakuren that flared from his shoulders and a school uniform – or that of his assassin days working for the small animal as a Vongola Enforcer – that is to say, a crisp, all black, 3-piece suit.

He died in that suit. He would live to fight again in it.

All he wrote down for the suit was that it needed to be all black, re-enforced with battle-ready armor that was easy to move around in and light, and that the left breast pocket of the jacket be emblazoned with a small bird in flight, in gold.

A Skylark, to be precise.

He then spent the next three pages highlighting his tonfa, making them as close to his original as he had ever gotten in this life. He added retractable holsters, also just like in his original life, and made sure to ask that they be well concealed within his suit. He wanted to ask them to modify his tonfa to be Flame-adaptable, but just as he put his pencil down, he remembered that they couldn't really use their flames here in this life. Saddened, Kyoya erased the sentence previous, and wrote instead that the steel needed to be stronger than anything they had made before.

He even made little anecdotes about his shoes as well.

And when All Might came shouting his way into the class room and telling them that they were going to be having a day of 'Battle Training'; Kyoya was so excited he almost smiled. Then they were all given their Costumes and told to meet him in the fake city where they had beaten the robots from before.

He walked out the tunnel last, after watching the little omnivore attempt at 'flirting' with the weirdly named herbivore. His shoes clicked ominously, and he came out adjusting the cuff on one sleeve. He had never been one for dramatic entrances – that weren't in the middle of battle, of course – but the way everyone was staring at him made him wonder if he should make an entrance like this again some time.

He shook his hair out some and smirked at the gawking looks, and if he cared to notice, he would have seen a couple different people blush, just a little.

The suit was exactly what he had asked for – and it fit him like a second, fine silk skin. It was as midnight black as his hair, and the armor felt light enough to run a mile in before he got tired, and still strong enough to take a bullet. And he honestly loved how it felt against his skin – moving over him with the softest touch. The tonfa seemed to be what he had asked for, but he would have to really check them out during battle. He had inspected his tonfa for a second in the change room, where he noted that he did get chains at the end and retractable spikes, but the endurance of the steel was still questionable.

The little bird on his breast pocket looked hand-sown, and Kyoya had stared at it for a moment, letting himself feel nostalgic wearing his Hibari Family Crest.

There were times he really missed being a Hibari. Now, standing there at the back on the class, was one of them. Not because he wanted the backing that came with being a Hibari, but because he wanted to show the rest of the family, and Family, that he could and would be more than anyone here thought he could be.

All Might was talking up at the front, answering questions about what was going to happen, how the fights would be drawn and won, and where the fights would be held. They were all going to be called, one at a time, up to grab a little slip of paper that was going to be used to make the little teams of two. (Kyoya wasn't sure how they were going to be in teams of two with 21 students, but he wasn't going to question something that he was sure would be answered soon enough.)

All Might started calling out students one-by-one, going down the attendance sheet and Kyoya took a step forward just as the person before him grabbed their letter… only, his name got skipped. All Might called out the next name after Kyoya, without even pausing for Kyoya's name. After everyone had been called, All Might beckoned the teen forward, and cautiously, Kyoya stalked closer. He stopped a few paces away, but All Might literally just pulled Kyoya closer with a hand on his shoulder and called the class to attention by asking them to get into their pairs.

For a second, fear (a feeling that had no right being in his head) spiked, if only because he knew, he just knew what the man was going to say next.

"Let's see… you're Quirkless, so…" the man said loudly, and the whispers abruptly started. Kyoya could feel the looks he was getting, and next to the fear, a feeling he had never had before – this life or the last – invaded his mind and soul; shame. Shame and embarrassment for being weak – and being unable to be what they all expected of him. Kyoya fought back the emotion with a blank mask and a steady, deep breath as the man – likely oblivious to what his words were doing to the teen right next to him – continued to look around. Suddenly the man gave a loud exclamation and started to drag him over to a man standing all on his own.

"Lets' put you here, with Young Hagakure-kun and Young Ojiro-kun. With your Quirks, his presence should help balance you out with the other teams! Ahaha!" He shoved Kyoya toward the two suddenly silent teens and gave them a thumbs up. Kyoya regarded the random pair of boots on the floor and the floating gloves and gave an educated guess that this was the invisible girl – and she was likely naked.

"Now then, the first pairs up are…?!"

Kyoya, Ojiro and Hagakure were the last people to enter the tunnel to head back to the monitor room, Hagakure dragging her feet a little more with each step. Kyoya was starting to get rather annoyed at her for her lack of speed, but he understood why she was slow to catch up to the rest of their class mates. Ojiro looked half-way between mad and disappointed, but he also looked like he wanted to ask the girl what was wrong. Before he could gather the courage to actually ask her, she stopped walking altogether and said quietly,

"'With our Quirks', he said." Ojiro looked up at where he guessed her face was before he looked down at the floor in front of his feet again.

"Yeah."

"W-what do you think he meant by that? That having Himura-kun with us would 'balance us out with the rest of the teams'?" Her voice was shaking, and Kyoya got the feeling she was holding back tears. He couldn't blame her. Her hands shook as she brought them up to clasp in front of her chest, judging by the angle of her wrists. "D-do you think he meant that we aren't good enough?" Her voice broke halfway through with a sob, and Kyoya sighed and watched Ojiro's eyes harden.

"No, of course, he didn't-"

"Yeah, he meant it like that." Kyoya interrupted. Ojiro's hard eyes took on a different edge as he turned to Kyoya, settling a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Oi Himura! Can't you hear her-"

"I can hear her fine." Kyoya said, pushing the hand off him. He took two sharp steps toward Hagakure, his shoes clicking loudly.

"I'm Quirkless." He said, his voice hard and firm. "I hear everyday that I can't do this or that. That I'll never be good enough, or that I would just get in the way of other Heroes. You know that I do with that?" He looked hard into where he thought her eyes would be and continued.

"I overcome it. I beat all their expectation back into their heads, and I fight to get strong enough that they can't ever say anything like that to me again." In a move Kyoya never thought he would instigate, he reached out a hand to her. "So wipe your tears, herbivore, and lets' overcome it."

"Hi- Himura-kun…" Hagakure paused and her hands suddenly flew in straight lines where her face likely was. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides and pumped them down and up again once. "Yeah! You're right! Let's go!" she threw one hand up and the other reached out to take Kyoya's still out-stretched hand. Almost without his thinking, Kyoya's Cloud Flames jumped up and curled with a light, but so very powerful Indigo Mist. Chrome's name was almost off his tongue before he held it back, and a small smile curled the corners of his lips in the dark of the tunnel.

Of course the invisible girl was Chrome. Who else could she be?

Which do you guys like more? More content with a lot longer of a wait between chapters? Or less content and less time? I can do one or the other, I can't mix and match.

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Love, Mel.