"Ever since then, until Crust? No hero with a cape or cowl was ever allowed into the Japan Top 10." Midnight explained, finishing the lesson.

The class let out an 'Ah' of understanding.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"Wait, so Disney and Brad Bird called it?"

It was the second day of school, and the first full class. Already, Nerumi Kayama, AKA Midnight, felt good about her students: So many promising cuties all doing their best to be heroes despite their apparently 'lackluster/barely proficient' Quirks, her own son among them. But there was still something lacking in her students:

A sense of comradery.

Now Nerumi was not naïve; she knew such a thing took time to develop smoothly. And in any other case she would've just left and let it develop on its own. But whenever she saw one student in particular, she knew that if such a sense developed sooner rather than later, it would do both him and his classmates a world of good.

Izuku Midoriya; the 'mummy'/burnt boy in her class. The son of her own big sister figure, Inko; who had encouraged a younger Nerumi to become the hero SHE wanted to be and stayed by her side during the controversy of her original costume. Becoming a mother had changed Inko…..Then again, who was Nerumi to judge?

Spying the time, she got an idea.

"...Well, looks like you got some free time before your next class." Midnight smiled from the podium, "So why don't you use this time to socialize for a bit. I need to grab something real quick, so don't burn the classroom down~."

She gave a wink before stepping out. The instant the door closed, the students all turned to each other and began talking. Many students got up to walk around, but Izuku stayed at his desk, writing what he could see about his classmates. He was mostly working on finishing touches for some of the things he learned yesterday when he noticed a shadow overhead.

"Hey, how ya doing?" Ben asked, startling Izuku slightly. "What's up, you've been acting awfully quiet since yesterday."

"I-I'm OK…!" Izuku huuriedly replied. "J-just writing."

"What'cha writing?" The Son of Midnight asked, not a hint of hostility in his tone. Izuku was nervous but slowly moved aside for the boy to see. He read a few lines before his eyes widened. "Holy crap, you're writing about us?"

"A-Are you mad?" Izuku nervously asked, especially since some of the other students heard what Ben said.

"No, if anything, I'm impressed. I thought I was the only one who thought my [Disaster] Quirk had some similarities to certain One Piece Devil Fruits!" Ben laughed good-naturedly.

"Me too!" Yuriko beamed. "Did you do me, too? Can I see?"

Izuku chuckled as he spied the others starting to gather around him. He almost began to panic, before he took a deep breath and reminded himself:

'This is NOT Aldera.'

He then stood up, lifted up his notebook and tore out the pages before offering them to his classmates, who each took their own page.

"Man, I would KILL to be able to sketch like this." Axol sighed in faux jealousy before he showed Melony her own sheet. The girl suddenly jolted awake and made her way over to Izuku

"Why didn't I think of any of these?! Heck, how did you?!" She asked, giddy with glee.

"Well, I quirk analyze as a hobby…" Izuku confessed.

"Dude, you ever think of being a mangka?" Ashely asked. "You got the skills."

Izuku blushed under the Cooling Mummy suit

"Funny; my mom said the same thing…"

He felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Yuri with tears in her eyes.

"T-thank you….But your guess is wrong." She revealed her sheet, which had the following notes:

Eye of Makarov; unknown. Makarov means 'good king', so perhaps a type of foresight or leadership tied to her eyes?

"What do you know about Lovecraft and Eldirtch abominations?" Yuri asked in fear.

"….Some kids at my first school would say I was cursed by some to look the way I do under the suit." Izuku confessed.

The room went silent for a minute.

"….What're their names?" Yuriko asked, her teeth sharpening and her nails turning into claws.

"L-lets not hurt civilians!" Micky tried to calm the girl down.

"Bullies don't count." Saiko retorted, summoning a railgun to her hands

"I agree." Natsuki said as a shadow began to form behind her.

"Me three." Tari followed before shooting Izuku a look. "You guessed a lot…but you gotta try more shooters. Who knows? Could be good for you."

"Now I like what you three are thinking…." Monika started before she materialized some social media pages. "But who needs physical pain when mental and social so much more scarring?"

"How about we just slime them instead?" Meggy suggested. "Doesn't really hurt them, yaches them a lesson and we can blame sewage?"

"N-not sounding very heroic…" Izuku said weakly, Micky nodding in agreement.

"You gotta admit they're not entirely wrong though." Ben mused, Niles nodding in agreement, before he looked over to Izuku

"Oh and Izuku? My Quirk does work better with contact, but I don't need it."

"Well, how about we let Izuku decide?" Soleli suggested, turning everyone's attention to the scarred boy, who sucked in a breath and declared:

"Honestly? They're really not worth it."

Everyone deactivated their Quirks, some disappointed but other smiling in pride of Izuku's choice.

"Reserve the righy to pummel if they prove otherwise." Emersay said, only taking it back when Soleli gave her a worried look.

Strawberry then handed everyone a lollipop.

"Comfort or snack, its always good." She beamed shyly, just as the bell rang.

"Aw, and we were just getting along!" Kaizo whined. "Now we gotta do math!"

Everyone groaned but headed towards the next class, missing their teacher beaming at pride.

"Well, that just made my day!"

PYRO

Before anyone knew it, it was 3:00. Time to head home for the day. 1C began to gather up their things, and several of them handed back their sheets to Izuku, with their own notes for him to add and update

Axol, after gently waking Melony and taking her into his arms, and Ashely both handed him a painting of himself they had made with their quirk.

"Wow! You guys are great!" Izuku beamed, gently putting the pictures in his backpack.

"Well, hearing that from a fellow artist makes it worth it." Ashley beamed, Axol nodding and Melony shooting izuku a grateful look.

"Hey, Niles? Where are you going?" Melony asked. "The buses are…"

"Oh yeah, I never told you guys! I live here." Niles said with a smile. "So does Ben, being Sensei's son and all."

Before he could ask for more details, Izuku was then startled by a call of:

"IZU-NII!"

A blur suddenly sent Izuku toppling to the floor, making Axol draw a giant paintbrush as Ashley's hands were covered with paint.

The attacker was a girl with blonde hair in briaided oigtails, noticeably sharper teeth like a vampire and red eyes with a beaming and sleepy looking smile on her face.

"Wait…did she call him….'nii?" Melony asked, making Axol and Ashley pause.

"Himi-nee!" Izuku shakily smiled. "Careful!"

"But I missed you!" The girl pouted. "And we got such a downer of a sensei…."

"Hey Himiko!" A girl's voice called out, making Himiko beam. "Are you taking the train? Lets ride together?"

The group turned to see a cute girl with rosie cheeks and a chestnut hair waving at Himiko, accompanied by a talleer young man in glasses.

"Midoriya!"

"Yes?" Both Izuku and Himiko asked together Himiko sounding sneaky while Izuku was confused.

"No, I mean OUR Midoriya! Not that you're not…! I mean….!"

"Tenya's a big stickler to proper and rules." Himiko whispered to her brother, who nodded in understanding as he picked himself up.

"Axol? Ashely? Melony? This is my sister Himiko." Izuku smiled.

"Adopted but proud!" Himiko added. "This is Ochako Uraraka…."

"Hello!" Ochako waved.

"And the stick in the mud is Tenya Ida, the little brother of Engeinum,"

"PLEASE do not tell them that!" Tenya begged.

"Payback for the selection exam!" Himiko smirked, making Tenya retreat into a corner in shame.

"Yo, what's with all the….? No way! Midori-bro!?"

Izuku's burnt half smile grew and he looked out the door, where he saw a familiar face that he quickly took into a hug.

"EIJI-CHAN!"

Eijirou Kirishima; his best friend at Aldrea Private with a Hardening Quirk and determination to be a MANLY hero while keeping his soft centre.

"No way, is that Izzy?!" Another voice cut in. And if it were possible, Izuku's happy mood grew even more when he saw HER:

Mina Ashido. The perky and cheerful, pink-skinned Acid-user with eyes like a setting sun. The girl who was already what Izuku had envisioned himself as being as a hero; friendly and settling problems without rising a fist, even though she could and would if needed. The girl who broke dance so flawlessly she made performers look like they were trying.

And the girl he was crushing on SOOOO hard on ever since he saw stop some delinquents from causing just by yelling and then dancing with them, befriending them at the same time.

"Hey Mina…" Izuku managed, waving hello before Mina took him into a hug. Izuku tensed, half scared and half delighted when he felt Mina's chest on his own.

Himiko and Ochako smiled knowingly at the interaction, as did Axol and Melony. The four shared a look.

"We were wondering where you got to!" Mina beamed, taking a look at her old friend before spying his classmates. "Oh, did we….?"

"No, not all!" Ashley assured the girl. "Say, we might wanna hurry to catch the train? Lets talk and run?"

And that's just what they did.

PYRO

At the UA staff room, the teachers were getting ready to head home. Well, most of them.

"So many cuties!" Midnight cooed over the reports of her students: What they lacked in flashiness they made up for in passion and common sense. Plus, she had seen them all leave together, with Izuku especially being asked for help and ideas, which he gladly gave.

Now if only he didn't mutter so much. Oh well, the kids seemed to understand him.

And to think that it was her precious Ben who had gotten the ball rolling. Such a sweet boy….altough he now had competition with Izuku for best student; going by marks and comments alone…

"What's got you so excited?"

Nerumi turned to see one of her best friends, Shota Aizawa, AKA Eraserhead, downing a cup of coffee

"Oh nothing Sho, just admiring the best of my class."

"Please don't risk another lawsuit."

Nerumi huffed.

"You know damn well those were NOT my fault and its all an act! And besides, Izuku's practically family…"

"Wait." Shota cut her off. "Izuku? As in Izuku Midoriya?"

Nerumi nodded.

"Oh, did you miss out on him?" She guessed with a smirk. "That's what you get for waiting until the last minute…"

"I got his sister."

"…Wait, sister?" Nerumi asked in confusion. Inko only ever had one kid, what was…?

"Adopted. The girl who was in the papers for her parents forcing her to act normal despite her Quirk."

Nerumi remembered reading about that It brought back…memories. Unhappy memories.

"She called me out." Aizawa remarked. "Apparently, her brother has notes on many heroes and she recongized me from them. Thanks to that, I HAD to pass everyone."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Nerumi mused.

"They think this job is easy and fun." Aizawa retorted. "Thinking like that…"

"They won't end up like Oboro." Nerumi cut him off. "Not while we're here."

She sighed.

"You know what, Sho? I never agreed with the whole 'logical ruse' method. Don't get me wrong, I see the merit….but maybe around second or third years, to help prepare them for the real world when things aren't so black and white?"

"Like I said, the sooner they learn, the better," Aizawa replied.

"And what about the ones you actually DO expel because they need help?" Nerumi responded. "We're a hero school after all; we're supposed to encourage them to think for themselves and branch out."

"That is a Quirk Specialist issue." Aizawa droned on. "and besides, this year's second years turned out fine with what I did."

"It is not JUST a Quirk Specialist." Nerumi reminded him. "After all, seeing an accomplished Pro will help and inspire them."

"Or leave them as problem children and…"

"Oh, like you were?"

A silence filled the room for a full minute before Aizawa got up.

"I'm late for patrol."

He then stepped outside, where he passed Niles.

"My offer still stands." Niles said to the Underground hero, who simply walked away. "Fine. Be that way."

Present Mic had observed the whole thing and smiled.

"Mom-hood's changed you, Rumi." He mused. "And I mean that in the best ways."

A knock to the door came, getting the few remaining teacher's attention.

"Benny!" Neurmi beamed at the sight of her son.

"Hey mom. Sorry to rush, but…"

"Oh right!"

The female pro then rushed out the door with her son.

"Oh yeah! That date!" Mic mused, smirking happily, as did another; gangly blood man who resembled a skeleton.

'Shame we never met properly, young Midoriya..' All Might mused. 'you soynd like youd have made a fine successor….Then again, Mrs, Uraraka will surpass me without a doubt; I see so much of Sensei in her…'

And speaking of Sensei, he had some teacher books to read!

PYRO

"Cheers!"

Two iced glasses clinked as Hisashi Midoriya and Rikiya Yotubushi, the President and CEO of Deternatm shared a drink.

"To you, Hisashi: For not only getting us that overseas contract, but for your kids getting into UA!"

Hisashi accepted to cheers and sipped at his drink.

"Thank you for the kind words, President. But all due respect, why did you come all the way to my humble little branch?" He asked. "I am flattered, but I imagine you have a thousand other things to do…"

"You're a great employee and deerve some praise." Rikkiya assured the firebreather. "And thanks to you, we now have near unlimited access to the materials needed for the best super-hearing aids."

Hisashi accepted the praise as the two took another drink, the CEO recalling a few days ago…..

Flashback

"Coach Shimura?"

The coach, no, ex-coach, groaned, ready to deal with another hater before he saw the familar upward notion

"Y-you're with...?!"

"I AM." His visitor said, a cold finality in his voice.

Shimura fell to his knees

"I'm sorry I failed to bring in recruits! It's this one kid with annoying parents..."

"Midoriya, yes I know. His father works for me."

The man let that bit sink in

"And he is a very dear friend of mine...and I've just been informed you've been practically abusing his traumatized son?"

"A-abuse?! No, no, no! I-I was toughening him up! Kid wa going on about being a hero but not putting in the work. You understand?"

"Hmmm? Is that so? Because according to Hisashi, Izuku mentioned how you always said he'd be better off as a...bug scrapped the show, was the one that stood out most, altough there where others."

"P-Please, I-I just didn't know!"

"And you expect that to excuse you? You know, for someone who follows Desto's will, you clearly did not understand what he went through and WHy he created our group."

Shimura gasped as his boss put his hand to his chest, a pleasant smile on his face.

"It's fine...because you won't have to worry about it for too long. Tell me...do you have any family?"

"I-I have a mother..."

"Good...I'll send the poor woman a gift basket."

The man's hand then turned black and grew to engulf Shinura's whole torso, with his arms barely squeezing through fingers as the black covered more of his attacker

"Consider this your resignation notice."

Ignoring the strained screams and wails, the man crushed Shimura between his now giant hand. The coach was dead before he even realized

"Burn the body. Make it sloppy."

"Sure thing, boss."

A sickly look my man released a torrent of flames that grilled what used to be coach Shimura, his free hand accepting a full envelope as his master turned to head to a limo and back to his home.

End flashback

"This may be an odd question, and I'll understand if you don't answer…" Rikiya started. "But…what's your opinion on Destro?"

Hisashi gave his boss a look over and ooked at his drink.

"You can answer honestly." Rikkiya assured him. "He was my inspiration to start Deternat; so that no one else goes through what he did."

"Honestly?" Hisashi admitted. "He was my hero growing up."

Rikkiya, his interested peaked, listened eagerly.

"After my folks died in a villain attack, I was bounced around foster homes for a while. The second one was a MLA recruiter who had a copy of Destro's Manifesto and a drunking problem. So, whenever he was passed out, I read that book. Me, a kid who breathed fire but wasn't legally allowed to use it when it could've helped my parents? And this guy says 'screw the system' and fights for the basic right to be ourselves? I loved that book…made living there bareable until the guy died. Never did find the book before I moved…"

"You said he WAS your hero." Rikkiya recalled. "What happened?"

"He still is, kind of. But when I was around my kid's age, I met Inko….and well….call it cliché, but….she became my reason to….Um, Mr. Yotushi?" Hisashi asked, his boss having a far off look in his eyes.

"Oh! Sorry, Hisashi; strong drinks get me daydreaming. Tell ya what? Why don't toy take a few days off? Celebrate with your kids and that lovely wife of yours?"

Hisashi smiled and looked at a picture of his family dreamily.

"I would like that…but what about the branch?"

"Let me worry about that." Rikkiya smiled, gently pushing Hisashi towards the door.

PYRO

The sound of a metal crowbar striking against flesh and cracking bones echoed throughout an empty warehouse.

Katsuki Bakugou fell to the ground, blood dribbling down his face as his nose and several bones were broken, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.

"Wow, that looked like it really hurt."

Katsuki turned around, only to be struck again by the crowbar. Despite the frowning/screaming mask that the assailant was wearing, Katsuki could tell he was grinning behind it.

"Hang on; that looked like it hurt even more."

Katsuki managed to force himself to his knees and glare at his attacker.

"So, let's try and clear this up, okay? What hurts more?"

He raised his crowbar high as he pinned the broken blonde down with his foot.

"A?"

A strike across the back of the head.

"Or B?"

He thrust the end of the crowbar into his back.

"Forehand?"

A forehand strike across the face.

"Or Backhand?"

A backhand strike.

Katsuki fell down, coughing in pain as the jester-clad masked man laughed. The blonde weakly turned trying to speak as the man bent down to him.

"Eh? What's that? A little louder, Pomeranian?" He asked. "I think you got a collapsed lung, that always impedes the oratory."

Katsuki turned his head more and then spat some blood on the man's mask. Despite the grinning visage, he was frowning heavily under the mask as he slammed Katsuki's head down.

"Now THAT was rude. I guess you didn't learn anything positive growing up, huh?" He wiped the blood off the mask. "I suppose I'm going to have to teach you a lesson your schools failed to..."

He paused suddenly, mentally thinking over if that was worth it at this point.

"….Nah, I'm just going to keep beating you with this crowbar."

Katsuki sighed and waited, but the hit never came. Opening his eyes, he saw the crowbar stuck in mid-air, uable to move. His attacker sighed, pouted even, before turning his attention to the source.

"Darling, did you have to? The doctor DID say this was good therapy!"

'Darling' was a very attractive young woman in a mime outfit, albeit with the colors reversed from the usual order. She simply nodded before pointing to the next room and mimicking a phone call before pointing to her head.

The man grumbled as he pulled Katsuki upwards, glaring at him as he dragged him along.

"Lucky for you, the boss wants you alive and mostly well."

The Jester and Mime brought Katsuki into the next room over, revealing a dingy bar. A living shadow in a bartender's uniform stood behind the bar, preparing a single of bourbon for one of the patrons; a scraggly blue haired young man whose from was decorated with hands.

"Can you believe this?" He said in a sickly voice, high voice as he lifted up a newspaper to reveal All Might's beaming face. "It says he's a teacher now."

"Called it!" A younger man dressed as a casino dealer beamed as he outreached his hand to Jester, who grumbled and handed him a wad of yen. The Mime was quick to hug and cuddle her beloved, who returned the embrace.

"Hey? What do you guys think will happen…? When we kill the Symbol of Peace?" The hands wearing villain asked.

"HA!"

Katsuki burst into laighter.

"You dumbasses think you have a chance against All Might?! THE ALL MIGHT?!"

He continued laughing for a full minute before he realized no one was reacting to him.

"I can understand your disbelief." A new voice, coming from the TV, on Audio only, chimed in. "That man does deserve all the praise he gets and even at his age isn't noticeable slowing down…to the public at least."

The hands wearing villain downed his drink and made his way over to Bakugo.

"Pleasure to meet you at last Katsuki Bakugo. Tomura Shigaraki at your service. I'm a big fan of your work; destroying an entire school while claiming to be a hero?"

"I AM A HERO!" Katsuki snapped. "….I was supposed to be!"

The Jester coughed a hurried and big 'NO WAY IN HELL!' just as the kitchen door opened. In walked in a tall man dressed like a chef, carrying a bent-o box for each person n the room.

"You remind me of the first man I ever killed, but with some actual backbone." Was all the cook said. "Don't eat yours until you need to."

He then turned to the rest and gave a dramatic bow

"I must now prepare master's meal. Bon appetite!"

He then dashed back inside, leaving Katsuki alone with the villains.

"So, how wold you like to show the world what REAL heroes are?" Tomura asked. "I mean, they let a cripple in but not you?"

"And what if say no?" Katsuki smirked.

The room went silent for a full minute.

"Your parents are having dinner at that new fusion resteraurnt right now." The Jesetr smirked.

Katsuki's world went silent and all arrogance left his form.

"I just hope the chef remembers NOT to include a certain ingridant. Allergies are always such pitiable killers."

Katsuki hung his head and said norhing else.

"That kid? Is REAL power." The Casino dressed villain smirked.

Devil Dragon Stand Knight A/N:

Mrotrax set up a bit of a framework for me but I apologize in advance if I didn't include some of the things he wanted.

At least we get a look at Class 1-C in action as well as the mysterious assailant who kidnapped Katsuki and killed Aldera's Principal. Seems he's an associate of All for One but what's the full story? You'll find out soon enough.

Mrotrax A/N

A nice chapter, with some light ship teasing, teasing in general and our first look at the bad guys of the tale! Great work as always DDSK, who help organize this chapter.

Next chapter: The Friday meet-up and a certain Unicorn is saved early!

Keep safe and happy!