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"ORA," Izuku roared as he slammed the last robot onto the ground, demolishing it.

"Thank god," Hitoshi breathed from the sidelines, "You never went full strength for my training," he was pale as he looked at the carnage around the other.

"Oh I was planning to help you get to this level," he smiled, Hitoshi shivering as Mei laughed at him before going back to her baby.

School had….been interesting to say the least.

Not once, but twice had the older years cited Izuku and Hitoshi for public indecency as one or the other lounged on each other with their arms wrapped tightly around one another.

And it was only the first day.

"You know," Mei stated as he finished off the finer details of her project. "I wonder if you two conspired to make the school uncomfortable with how close you act," she sighed. "After lunch everyone was buzzing about the 'hotties hanging off one another'," she sniffed.

"Not our fault," Izuku shot back, pushing back his fly away piece of hair.

"Yeah," Hitoshi smiled as he blew some of his lilac hair out of his face.

He had experimented a few years ago and accidentally hit one of Izuku's concoctions that had smoothed out his out of control hair. He pinned the locks to his head on his left side and had a left long piece to frame his right side and cover a bit of his face. (Think Akashi Kuniyuki from Touken Ranbu)

"Damn Ikemen," she grumbled, the two laughing as she grunted about good looking boys and their awesome locks.

"Come on Mei," Izuku giggled as he placed his last weapon away. "I could whip something up~!"

"NO," she yelped, glaring at the boy who pouted at her. "I do not want whatever magic or whatnot you want to shove down my throat-"

"Hey-"

The two of them soon began bickering as Hitoshi could only shake his head and hope that the craziness would soon die down.

But judging by how easily they fell into it…

It wouldn't be anytime soon.


"He's quirkless," the teachers gaped.

"Yes, all the tests concluded that," Recovery girl nodded as she handed the file to Nezu as Aizawa began to grin like mad.

"Ha," he began to giggle lightly, the thought of such a problem child like him filled with potential...not only him but Hitoshi too. By all odds neither of them should have been able to get into the hero course, Hitoshi could have if he managed to get high enough in the sports festival….

"Hey," Yamada began as he leaned back. "It is me...or we got some tension here?"

"How so,' All Might asked, having been the only one not to go to the Hero Classes the first day.

"Shinso and...Midoriya," Ectoplasm coughed. "They are...very close...per say.."

"They pretty much hang off one another and...they seem to be in a relationship," Midnight sighed, placing her cheek in her hand. "It would be cute...if it didn't come off as so….sexual," she groaned. "I know I sound like a hypocrite, but the way they hold and hang off one another is strange."

"Not to mention that Bakugou Katsuki seems to have a very complicated history with Midoriya and seems to be the one reaching out while Izuku is content with ignoring it," Hound Dog butted in.

"It seems like he is someone to be watched for the time being," Nezu hummed, clasping his paws together as he rested his elbows over the closed file. "Now, any news on the Chaldean?"

"He's laying low it seems," Snipe spoke up. "My buddy in France stated that once school started up he practically vanished, but not before stealing a large amount of items from the Palace of Versailles and the Louvre."

"What did he take," Midnight up with a gasp.

"Some artifacts from the French Revolution….some paintings and scripts. They are currently determining who the paintings and scripts were from right now," he told them, Nezu nodding.

"He left me a present this morning," he spoke up and everyone tested. "It was a photo...and it seemed to be a challenge to us as heroes…"

"He's here," Aizawa finished.

"Yes, and he could be in any department," Nezu explained. "I originally pegged Midoriya and Shinso...but considering they have been here when the attacks went down, and Midoriya's quirklessness….even then his prowess in battle."

"Indeed," All Might sighed. "But Midoriya seems more focused on beating down the stigma of Quirkless cannot be Heroes, so he cannot be the Chaldean."

"Wait," the voice had them turning to their fellow teacher. "Any," Yamada balked, the others knowing what he was speaking of.

"Any," Nezu nodded. "He had his test scores, name carefully redacted, testing facilities redacted as well...all on it we're his scores. And looking through the database of students...it was a dead end as it was simply an accumulation score, one that nearly 100 students here have….70 of them first years."

"The problem of accepting similar people."

"Indeed," he sighed, looking down. "He's smart, and resourceful...we may need help on this if I cannot figure him out soon enough."

"Who," All Might asked, deflated and relaxed against his chair.

"I don't know," Nezu admitted. "The Chaldean has made it no secret that he disdains heroes of today and our lack of interest in the heroic legends of old…"

"We know he has a team," Aizawa began. "Mindwarp doesn't have the skill to create those support items for himself and I briefly heard them arguing about getting 'Mec' to fix up his items."

"So it's a team of three...most likely," Yamada sighed, leaning back as he mulled over the info.

"So it seems."

"This is not going to be a fun year," Yamada groaned, the others nodding.


THE NEXT DAY

"So...what's your hero costume going to look like?" Hitoshi asked as they were in the warehouse early as the sun began to rise.

A bad habit that Izuku never managed to shake was the lack of sleep.

He could go days without sleep and be fine, the paranoia of being attacked in Singularities and then after the attack on Chaldea, within the Shadow Border...it rewired his brain. At most he gets four hours, five if he's really tired but he physically cannot sleep more than that. Mei was a natural insomniac with the obsessive need to finish up her babies that moment so she got about 5 to 6 hours. Hitoshi was in the same boat as Izuku with insomnia, no doubt from his birth parents and then the abuse from the Hatsume's he suffered through.

Both of them had scars from a time that shaped them into the people they were.

"I was thinking of using one of the old Chaldean Mystic codes," Izuku sighed, showing a few of them. "Stuck between the combat uniform and the one we got during the Lost Belt incidents."

"Go with the combat uniform," Mei said. "It will be easier to create support for it and didn't you say that Da Vinci made a specialized version for you with an autocamoflouage feature?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Do it dude," Hitoshi smiled as he looked at the clock. "Tch...nearly four hours left before we have to head to school."

"Too much time," Mei sighed, looking down at her project. "I fell asleep a few hours ago and I can't fall back asleep."

"Me either," Izuku breathed, lacing his fingers together.

"Hey...Izuku," he turned to see a sheepish Hitoshi. "I...i've been meaning to ask….but with how you act...the two of us...is it to hide something?"

"You mean my rape?"

Hitoshi flinched and Mei balked for a moment before turning away, not wanting to be a part of the conversation.

"I...I just wanted to ask since were in a completely new environment and all, we are all acting a bit different and-"

"If I act like a slut then no one will come to me," Izuku snapped, eyes narrowed before he relaxed his tense form with a forceful breath. "I..I do not wish for people to look at me," he admitted.

He needed to be as truthful with them as possible. He did not want to lose these friends he had managed to get in his years back.

"I...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Hitoshi admitted. "But...I don't want to end up in a huge misunderstanding-"

"Hitoshi, you will never gain romantic feelings for me," Izuku laughed. "Our personalities are not compatible."

"I know that moron," Hitoshi grunted before continuing. "I just...this is different. More than half our class asked if me and you were dating and when I refused to answer many of them got frustrated."

"It's their fault," Izuku sniffed. "Ignore them and be yourself and find who you want," he smirked at Hitoshi who grinned back.

"You two," Mei sighed. "Izuku," she turned seriously, the boy humming. "Why...why did you never seek real help...here or there."

"Your not one to pry Mei," he hummed, placing his chin on the back of the chair with a wry smile. "Why the sudden interest?"

"Because we have had a very good and stable system up until now and things are going to be changing very fast and very quick and I know," she stopped him before he could speak. "That Chaldea went from 0 to 100 real fast...but that was within the span of days...we have had relative peace, for us, for the last 4 years…"

"What's your point."

"I don't want no mental breakdown," she sighed.

"I see…" He hummed. "I think then we better risk it."

"A summons," Hitoshi caught on.

"Yes," Izuku smiled. "One of each class...the closest of my friends…"

"Wait a few weeks," Mei intervened, the boy sighing before nodding. "I think we should have the summoning room ready. Me and Hitoshi will clear out the basement of the extra crap we have. You get the Catalysts."

"Good idea. Then we'll head to...hero school," Izuku giggled, with a roll of his eyes.

He knew who needed to bring.

First...

Though it was cracked, it still glimmered in the light. A sheath meant only for the greatest for swords.

Gently he placed it upon the rack he brought.

Next...

He gingerly picked up the scroll that detailed the life of a certain trainer, written by the man himself.

It was placed beside the sheath.

Next...

He took the small golden skull broach, smiling as it's chilled form took all warmth from him...as if it attempted to bring it to its owner.

He lingered on it before placing it down.

Next...

He grabbed a cracked wooden Macuahuitl, smiling at the sight of a certain Latin American creature.

He giggled as he placed it beside the golden skull

Next….

He grabbed the first ever snake skin, before he stopped...should he do...her…?

Nah...he'd rather have him.

Next...

He grabbed the cracked dove with gentle hands, smiling at the smell of sulfur before his hands began to tingle.

Great, he's going to have to wash his hands now.

Next...

He quickly jogged up to the showroom of swords, rushing to the larger of the two swords wrapped up in raccoon fur. He grabbed it and smiled as a jolt of electricity went through him.

Hopefully it wouldn't backfire…

Next...

He turned and grabbed the sword sheathed in deep red lacquer, the scent of burning wood assaulting his nose.

He hurried to place them away to get the screams out of his head.

Next...

Reaching into his pocket he placed the watch down and gently caressed it.

It will be good to see him again.

Next...

Uggh, why did he even still have these stupid Sakura chips?

He stilled when he heard that infernal jingle before tossing it onto the cart.

Next...

He sighed as he went back to the sword room, grabbing a certain sword before looking back to another...maybe...two avengers?

No, he shook his head, she would not hold back in this era.

Next...

He gently picked up the ratty old bear...it's twin was long since buried with the girl it was gifted to.

It was unfair she was never a candidate to be a heroic spirit...in their world at least.

Next..

He could only hope, Izuku mulled, that he would not be a right ass.

They had a history.

Lastly….Beast?

Ritsuka was special.

Very much so.

She had tamed Beasts, giving them the love they deserved and wished for more than anything. If Fou was testament to that, then the others could be as well…

But...did he want a beast of Calamity here...in a world that had all but abandoned what they so loved about them?

Tiamat would kill them all in an instant the moment she realized that Ritsuka's struggles lead to a world to this...even if it was not Ritsuka's world. She would kill off all the people here as they spat on the morality that she believed her daughter fought for. Tiamat had never really liked it when the other people would question Ritsuka and her decisions during the Lostbelts, after she butted in on a summons. She knew Ritsuka had good intuition and for someone to doubt her beloved daughter was a grave sin...

Now that Izuku thought on it...she really was possessive over Chaldea in general...

Beast III, both of them, would devour anyone they came across, a testament to their love for Ritsuka and her cause...they would delude themselves into believing so. The Beasts of lust where no joke when it came to their devotion to Chaldea and Ritsuka...and him...

Fou would maul them…or he would transform into Cath Palug and then maul them...

Izuku jolted as he realized...he had no idea what happened to Fou in the slightest. Where was the little cuddle beast?

Shaking his head, he moved on to the last Beast he was acquainted with.

Goetia...Goetia would weep in anger as he destroyed society.

All his memories of Goetia as a servant had his head in his mother's lap, praising her and begging her to take Qin's immortality. Or Gilgamesh's...or even attempting to find Romani.

That was a complicated mess when he showed up in the 5th Lostbelt in Romani's body before being summoned as a Beast...too many complicated emotions that Izuku would rather not dwell on.

With a heavy sigh he returned to the cart and took off his father's ring, one that should have been within the Temple of Time but gifted to his mother as a sign of undying love to her...and then to him, as her undying love to him.

And...maybe his father as well.

"Hello," he pushed back those thoughts as he entered the basement. "I have them all ready for when we do go through with the mass summons."

"How do you plan to do that," Mei asked. "From what you told us and what I can guess from the books, you can only do one at a time."

"I have a few ideas," he smiled. "I just need to speak about them with about a few nitpicks here and there and we should be good to go."

"What about the whole...ugg...Moon Cell," Hitoshi struggled.

"Best leave that to us," Izuku assured him. "Let's get dressed and head off to School," he smiled.

Don't pry too deep, is what he meant.

They both eyed one another before nodding as heading to their rooms.


"My, my," Izuku sighed as they watched the class interact with one another. He could feel Todoroki's eyes on his back, but skillfully ignored it while not showing any signs of feeling that he was being watched, "What a loud class," he hummed, crossing his legs while leaning against Hitoshi. He was atop the others desk, surveying the area around him as the time for homeroom approached.

"Have you heard," Hitoshi moved his head so his mouth was against the shell of Izuku's ear. "Class 1-B threw a right fit when they heard a Quirkless made it into 1-A."

"Oh," Izuku purred, smiling brightly as he moved his head around to look down into Hitoshi's eyes as the lilac haired boy pops his chin into his palm. "Now that is exciting," he purred, smirking down to the other as the class slowly noticed their interaction.

"I know right," Hitoshi smiled brightly as he leaned forward, nose to nose with the other. "I knew you would want to hear that from me, so…"

"Many thanks, my darling lilac friend," Izuku giggled, pushing his hair back behind his ear and caressing the back of his bead.

Unknown to the rest of the calle, the both of them pursed their lips as the obvious tension, uncomfortable and sexual, both of them trying to stop their laughter. They looked into one another's eyes, both knowing they needed to end it soon or they'd out themselves to the rest of the class they were messing with.

"Izuku-"

"What Bakugou," he sighed, turning to the blonde as his eyes flicked from Hitoshi to him at a fast pace. "Is something wrong?"

"Is this who you have been hanging with the last four years," he hissed, eyes narrowed as he stared into Hitoshi's bored ones.

"Why does that matter,"' he asked, leaning back. "I have not killed myself, nor have I hurt myself-"

"I have been here for you," he accused, getting up. "I have been here for you anfd you have fucking pushed me away-"

"Not like I asked for it," Izuku sighed, looking bored as he drew upon his old knowledge of dealing with delicate situations. "Bakugou, I have dealt with things in my own special way. One that does not concern you, so please," he leaned back. "Do not push it."

That had him go silent and step back at the fiery gaze he received. He jumped when Izuku clucked his tongue and hopped off the desk, his hand lingered in Hitoshi's hair for a moment before leaving.

"Class is about to begin," he huffed, rolling his eyes as he sensed All Might make his way over.

If that man so much as spouts some bullshit about him and his quirklessness…

Screw laying low...he'll fuck up the great hero.

"I AM….COMING IN LIKE A NORMAL PERSON," he exclaimed, bursting in with the grandiose he was known for...but all Izuku could see was someone acting a part.

He knew what real great heroes where...and All Might did not act like any of them.

"Woah," the class began to fawn over the hero while Izuku kept a carefully straight face, Hitoshi was contemplative as he flicked his eyes between Izuku and All Might.

Who would win, he wondered.

Now...that would be a fight for the ages.

"Now," All Might boomed, Hitoshi snapping out of his musings. A click made Hitoshi flick his eyes to the walls where they opened and held cases with their seat numbers on them. "We are going to have a practical lesson today," he began and Hitoshi could only grin.

This was going to be fun.


Uraraka hummed as she fidgeted uncomfortably in her costume. She should have specified that it wasn't to be so skin tight!

Shaking her head she followed the mass of students, noticing that the two from the morning, Midoriya and Shinso, were not there.

Oh, she blushed. They had better not be doing what she thought they did….

Shaking her head more vigorously she rushed after the mass once more, not noticing the two leisurely following her as they entered the battle simulation, her mind flashing back to Izuku's battle with those robots and his joy at doing such.

"Now look at you Zygotes! Hmm," he stopped, looking and seemingly doing a head count. "Where is Midoriya and Shinso?"

"Here," Midoriya's voice spoke as the two came up.

Uraraka blushed as he was dressed in a skin tight battle suit that molded perfectly to his body. At his waist was a utility belt that was gartered to his boots, so he wouldn't lose it. It was black and white, it seemed to mold into the background. Izuku's face was impassive as he slicked the final piece of hair back and stood at attention.

Hitoshi was beside him, elbow on Izuku's shoulder as he wore a similar outfit. His mouth covered with a mouth guard and his hair covering one side of his face completely. He wore a mask across his eye and from what she could see it seemed the side that was under his curtain of hair was completely covered...leaving him one eye?

"We are all here! Good," All Might smiled. "Today we are going to be doing a team scenario-"

Uraraka turned away from the two and listened to All Might with rapt attention.


"This is going to be so boring," Hitoshi whispered into Izuku's ear as he looked over each and every one of the students. At that moment his mask was cataloging all the flaws in the gear of their fellow students.

A special little mask that Izuku had created in a fit of boredom and little sleep, connected directly to his own Chaldean Computer. Hitoshi was taught spatial awareness and was a natural multitask-er due to his quirk, so it was only natural he would be the one to utilize it.

And Izuku hated computers anyways. He was a traditional warrior, what can he say.

"It looks like it's a random draw," Hitoshi sighed.

"Of course it is," Izuku clucked his tongue in annoyance.

"Let's see," they listened to All Might as he pulled out another set of teams. "Midoriya Izuku and Shinso Hitoshi!"

Both cocked a brow.

"Lucky," they commented, before grinning at one another.

"This is going to be quite fun...hmm," Izuku hummed as he and Hitoshi stared into one another's eyes.

"Indeed," he cackled back, both ignoring the looks they got.

Today was going to be a fun day indeed.

Both zoned out as they began to whisper on how they were going to deal with the issue at hand and how their plans would change on being either the heroes of the villains.

"Now! We'll decide the first team to go," All Might began, Hitoshi and Izuku paying attention. "Heroes will be...team A!"

Izuku snorted at the fact he was going to be a hero right off the bat, Hitoshi nipping at his bottom lip to stop his bubbling laughter.

"Villains...Team D," he nodded to Tenya and Katsuki, Izuku laughing out loud...or would have had Hitoshi not slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Villains! Heroes! Please follow me! The rest of you go to the observation room," he called out, the others staring at the two boys who were on the verge of laughing their asses off.

"So...you want to go ham at it right off the bat or do you want to go in all stealthily," Hitoshi murmured, arm locked with Izuku's.

"What do you consider going all out?"

"Climbing up the walls like monkeys, using our speed and agility to our advantage. Try to avoid using our support gear at all and basically brute force our way in," he whispered into Izuku's ear. "Or we could go in like Ninja's and scare the shit out of them?"

"Or we could do both," Izuku grinned, turning to look at Hitoshi who grinned back.

"Rock paper scissor for the right to choose who gets to do what?"

"Best 2 out of three?"

"Deal," they soon began to do the little game, ignoring All Might and the other two as it was soon decided who was going to brute force it and who was going to become a ninja for the day.

They grinned at one another before detaching from one another and turning to All Might.

"Here you," he handed the two of them their…'capture tape', to put it lightly. "Once they are tied up, they have been captured so you can leave them. We will work on more advanced situations later on, such as them escaping, but right now is just a very cut and dry exercise," he explained.

"Of course. We have how long to prepare," Izuku asked, placing his tape in his pocket.

"5 miutes beginning when I leave," he explained. "I will announce once you have a minute left," he told them, the two nodding. "You will have 15 minutes to either capture both villains, take the weapon or do both."

"By take you mean touch it correct," Hitoshi butted in, All Might nodding.

``It's paper mache, dense but still paper mache, so be careful," he begged, the two nodding with smirks. "Okay! Now, have your prep time and then I will tell you when to go."

"Alright," they both turned to one another and grinned, All Might shivering as he got the hell out of dodge.

"Now," Izuku caressed Hitoshi's cheek before grabbing his jaw in a tighter grip and wrenching nhis face to meet his. "We show no mercy...but we do not show them everything," he whispered slowly.

"Be careful," Hitoshi grinned back, "your old Chaldean side is showing."

Hitoshi had only seen it once, when they first worked together to steal the gun of Billy the Kid and the shawl of Geronimo. The Old Chaldean that was not afraid of killing a man simply for being in their way, time running short before reinforcements came.

A bad habit he picked up from the Celts and Japanese servants.

Thankful Izuku managed to get out of that mind set before he beat the man to death fully.

The New Chaldean was all about pissing people off with style.

Annoying, but worth it for the reactions.

"Me," Izuku gasped, stepping back and placing a hand over his heart. "Never."

"Young ones," All Might's voice boomed. "You have one minute of preparation time! Heroes! Best to think of infiltration spots now!"

"Well," Izuku grinned, Hitoshi grinning back. "Let's get this over with."

"Indeed."


"BEGIN," All Might boomed, the students of A-1 eagerly watching how this would go.

To their shock one began to circle back around the building, leaving the other infront and still in the street.

But that wasn't the best part. The one who went to the back began to scale the building like it was a rock climbing wall, it was so fast and practiced that they could only gape as he kicked in a window.

"Look," Denki cried as he saw the other walk up the stairs and rear a fist back.

They all stilled when the ever silent and mysterious Hitoshi Shinso took down the door with a single punch.

Did they have two monsters in their class?!


Comment on what you like and what happened! And do you think you can guess who is going to be summoned? Once from each class or maybe only a few classes? Give it a go!