Not much in the way of learning happened in the rest of the class. Austin thought this to himself as he leaned his hand on the wooden workbench in front of him.

After that laughter, Izuku went over some other material about what they would be studying. Eventually, the bell rang and they simply filed out to their next class: support item basics.

In the new support item workshop, wooden tables were lined up like long science desks in a chemistry lab. Red piping criss-crossed the ceiling which gave the room an industrial look. It had tall ceilings and plexiglass that showcased the ocean waves massaging the sandy shoreline. It was effectively a large worksop with a wall of tools and widgets that rested in thick plastic boxes in the cubbies built into beige brick walls that lined the room.

The class was a strange one to Austin, but maybe that was because he was used to the relaxed setting of inner-Kansas for all of his life. Most of the time spent living with his older brother was cooking for his other siblings and making sure they were doing their chores around the place. None of them were as loud or rambunctious as some of the other people in the class. That said, he was glad for the noise. The last thing he needed to think about was what he left behind in Kansas.

In his assigned seat, Austin gazed out at the window. He had never seen the ocean before, so he was mesmerized by the sloshing foam that tickled the bright sand.

He felt the outline of his wallet in his pocket. Rubbing the surface, he stared out at the beautiful sight. His mother would have loved to see something like this. He wondered if she would have been happy about him becoming a Pro-Hero.

"Alright, nerds," Bakugo said as he stood in front of the green chalkboard, interrupting any rumination. His hands were shoved into his pocket, and a deep scowl broiled over him like he was trying to repress a painful memory. "Your support class teacher isn't here yet, so now I gotta fill in for the day. I'm not a support guy, so I don't know all the names for all the parts of things. All I know is that support items are like parachutes. Whenever you need a support item, you don't have it."

"Amen to that."

Austin flickered his sight towards a boy next to him. He was a decently built, but pale kid that came up to just past his jaw in height. His hair was an oyster tone with cowlicks smothered down by flecks of water and gel. What made Austin do a small double-take where his eyes; his pupils were the shade of corn with the whites of his being replaced by a blue like the sky outside. With his rumpled navy blue blazer and tie that hung under his chin, he had the appearance of an old-timey cartoon character.

Austin remained polite and tuned back in to Bakugo.

"With all that said, you have one hour to create a support item that even quirkless loser-I mean, quirkless people," Bakugo caught himself. "Can use in situations where villains can kill them. You can only work with the person sitting next to you. Whoever makes the best gets...you know what? Being the best is reward enough. Go." Bakugo said.

A quiet hum filled the room. Bakugo returned to the seat behind the teacher's desk in the corner and pulled out his phone. From the window's reflection, Austin could make out the outline of a female that Bakugo looked at. The image also had a lot of pink contained in it.

"So we should get started, right?"

Austin whipped his head towards the boy. "Sorry. Just distracted."

"A lot of things to get distracted about. That's what causes the most accidents, y'know," The boy said with a wink. "I'm Martel, by the way. Martel Void."

The boy reached out his hand for a shake. Austin examined the strange kid. "Void? You mean like that big company in San Francisco?"

Martel clasped his chest in emotional pain. "How dare you? Big company? My parents and grandparents worked fourteen hour days just to be called owners of a "big" company?"

"Uh...very big company," Austin said.

Martel giggled and waved off the taller man in front of him. "It's no big deal. But yes, my parents own Void Industries. Number one Support Item company in the world in terms of new items registered with the HDSA. We were number two for years, but we finally became number one after Stark Industries closed down due to the death of...whatever. It's no big deal now!"

Austin thought to himself of just how privileged this kid was. Void Industries was a company that Pro-Heroes lined up outside of the headquarters door in order to get the best gadgets available. To be around such important technology and important heroes was yet another leg up that he was not afforded. Sure, his brother was a Pro-Hero, but he never let him see what he did. It also did not help that there was little crime to begin with in the suburbs of Topeka.

"...If only he used a Void Industries Gamma de-powerizer, then he could have just zapped the power from those stones. Actually, come to think of it, why didn't they just run away with the glove and kill the guy then?" Martel said as he stroked his smooth chin. "I mean, without the glove, he was just a big purple monster! Well, it's not a big deal now. So, what do you do?"

Austin blinked. "I...uh...I have spikes that inject a neurotoxin into people."

"Neurotoxin," Martel nodded, the gears in his head turning. With a snap of his fingers, he pointed up at the ceiling. "I got it!"

Martel reached back towards his back pocket and pulled out a beaker from seemingly out of nowhere. He set it on the table.

"Where did you get th-."

"Neurotoxins," Martel said as he took out a wheat bologna sandwich. He munched down on it as he gestured towards Austin. "They can cause paralysis in the head, correct?

Austin tilted his head as he tried to understand what the boy was doing with a sandwich. He nodded at Martel.

Martel put the sandwich back in the area his pocket was. In it's place in his hand was a bunsen burner that was already aflame with a small tube of water boiling over the fire. Once he set it on the table, he pulled out a microscope and slid that on the workbench.

"The neurotoxins in your head attack the central nervous system, I assume," Martel took a small glass slide from his pocket and held it in front of Austin. "Yet, you seem to be walking like a hitchhiker in San Jose, and there's a lot of them there. Spit on this."

Martel held up the slide and motioned for Austin to spit.

Austin, understanding his line of thinking, hocked up a generous ball of spit and dripped it onto the slide. Martel put the slide under the microscope and peered into the viewfinder. As he adjusted the focus, he took his left hand and reached down in front of his back pocket. Austin was now able to see that his hand disappeared as if some pocket existed right behind Martel. Digging into the invisible space, Martel whipped out a doughnut out of thin air. He put it to his mouth and took a bite.

"Just as I thought," Martel beamed while chewing on the doughnut. "The enzymes in your spit have receptors that extend from their cytoplasm. I bet they connect with your neurotoxins and turn them off like a light switch."

Austin nodded. "You mean my spit is the cure? I figured that out after cutting my dog one time. Decided to give it a try, and it worked."

Martel shot up to his feet and looked at Austin like a curious cockatoo. "You spat on your dog?"

"What's weird was she seemed to enjoy it, too," Austin shrugged.

The boy took out a small metal box from the invisible space behind him. As it clattered on the table, he reached in again. Another pull, this time an alarm clock popped up in his hand.

Another pull, a bottle of suntan lotion.

A thermostat.

A stuffed parakeet.

"Sorry, I just forgot what it looked like," Martel said as he placed the stuffed lime parakeet onto his shoulder. "Whenever I forget what something looks like, it takes a bit to get it back. So, if I forget something that's been in there for a while, I have to empty out the whole thing."

"Empty what out?" Austin asked in his low, slightly bewildered voice.

"Empty out the void," Martel said as he pulled out a small boombox. He set it down on the table by its handle. Once he did so, the speakers turned on by themselves and vibrated with the deep voice of The Announcer!

Martel Void! His quirk: Inventory! He is able to move non-living small objects into his own special pocket dimension!

"Hey, shut that up!" Bakugo shouted from his chair; the picture on his phone still pasted on his screen. "And you know this school has bunsen burners, right? Where'd you get that one?"

"I'm more comfortable with my own equipment," Martel waved at Bakugo. "By the way, big fan of yours, Mister Ground Zero."

Austin turned off the speaker. The Pro-Hero in charge grunted and swiveled away from the source of the noise.

"Whatever," Bakugo said as he returned to the image on his phone.

Of course, Bakugo was staring at a picture of Uravity in her pink glory. In her hero uniform, she stood in front of the building of her new hero agency; her first one after graduating from U.A. In fact, she surprised by being the first one to be officially signed. The rest of the class had gathered together for a celebratory picture.

He ignored the rest of the class in the edges of the frame. What Bakugo focused on was his cocky grin, his arm draped around Uraraka as she raised up a fist in glory like the protagonist of some lame 80's comedy. Her face was just as young and just as pure with excitement as it was when he first met her.

His red eyes narrowed as he felt a tightness stab itself into his sinuses. He swallowed hard, trying to keep up his normal facade from the turmoil in him. Bakugo wondered every day what he would have done differently. No particular moment, just in general. What would he have done differently? Not ask her out moments before that photo was taken? Not propose? Not have a kid?

Show up to the disaster zone sooner?

His thoughts drowning in melancholy, they were pulled out by the text message that dinged onto the screen.

Kacchan, does the name Marseilles sound familiar?

Bakugo peered at the list of students on a piece of paper next to a cup of sharpened pencils. He noticed a name and texted back.

One of your students, dumbass.

Bakugo looked up at the class and examined the whole lot. There was that kid with spider legs on his back chatting with that girl with the Robin pin in her head. The one guy with the parasite inside him was rubbing his arm and explaining his quirk to that dead-head with the headphones. That annoying girl that threw a dodgeball at him was unscrewing a flashlight with that strange Icelandic girl that tapped her walking stick on the table.

There was Shoto's kid who was...hitting his own hand with a hammer? Next to him, that teacher's pet from Canada was furiously explaining something to him as he pointed in a theatrical flourish at the hammer he kept jabbing into his hand.

Bakugo had very little contact with Shoto over the past few years. For big situations, they would always run into each other with the promise to stay out of each other's way. That icy-hot freak was always annoying to him, but as long as he kept his distance he did not care. When he heard the rumors that he had adopted a kid from some wealthy family, he rolled on the floor laughing. As messed up as that guy's past had been, he thought he would be a good father?

Yet, Bakugo had heard the news about some kid who blew up nearly an entire mansion simply by throwing himself into his father. His quirk sounded interesting, but he paid little attention to it. If Shoto wanted to destroy his chances at being the Number One Pro-Hero for some kid that was a little like him, then that was his decision. Best case scenario, he'd be some annoying pipsqueak that would be Shoto's sidekick forever. Worst case, they would butt heads and one of them would kill the other.

Or was that the best case? Bakugo was not so sure anymore considering Katsu punched him into a wall and broke down his door.

He reminded himself that it was a cheap shot; the fight was over and that kid just wanted to land a punch on a Pro-Hero. Sure, let him have his victory. He would make sure he either failed or ran home crying to Shoto after he was done with him. In fact, all of the students would be treated that way. If they wanted to be Pro-Heroes, this is what it would take. He did not come all the way from Japan to coddle a bunch of weaklings. He would make the next Number One Pro-Hero. Right after he took that throne, of course.

That being said, Bakugo seriously had to get a counselor for these kids. Self-injury was becoming a worrying trend for them.

In the table towards the back, Bakugo heard the words pouring out of some short kid like a river thrashing into the ocean. The girl next to him, a gentle looking girl with long brown hair and a rosary around her neck, nodded politely as he kept speaking.

Another text.

I know, but does it remind you of anyone else? He said you met his parents.

I meet a lot of people. That's what we do for a living.

Bakugo put his phone down. Humoring Deku, he thought back into his extensive memory. Yes, Marseilles sounded familiar. He had never been to France, so memories of visiting that town was out of the question. He did not think he met anyone from there.

He thumbed a text back to Deku.

Did anyone drop him off at school? The Marseilles kid.

Uh...

Damn Deku. Always forgetful of simple details.

Oh wait! Watchman was there for him at the entrance exams!

Watchman. He was a B-lister Pro-Hero in America. Bakugo saw him once or twice at one of those support item conventions. He seemed like a serious guy about Bakugo's age. Said very little, and his eyes always shifted around like he was expecting someone to attack him. However, he had his devoted legion of fans that loved him.

He did hear him on the news before. He could not place it.

Watchman, did he ever do anything important?

A text just seconds later.

Kacchan, I know it! He helped take down the Spectrals!

Bakugo's eyes lit up. He took his legs of the desk and sat upright in the leather office chair. Swiveling forward to face the class, he gazed towards the back at the babbling kid that was clapping at the southern girl next to him. She was making a box glow with her hands from what Bakugo assumed was her quirk.

That kid? That lame looking chatter box? Was he really...their kid?

Bakugo saw the newspaper headlines scan through his head. Maybe he just imagined them. After all, they did very little business in Japan with the exception of...

Of the Kimiko's.

He went into his search app and quickly typed in their name. Pictures of a family, beaten and bloodied while being carried away by paramedics from a burning building assaulted Bakugo's eyes. It was one of the worse situations he had seen in a hostage situation. A wealthy family that was taken prisoner in their home and tortured for their fortune.

When Bakugo blew up the ceiling and jumped down onto them, they ran for it and completely vanished. It seemed they knew they met their match with Bakugo, so ti was not worth the fight. However, they got away with a large chunk of the money, and they scarred the family physically and mentally forever.

The Spectrals. Their only hit in Japan.

A hit that happened at the same time as the third honeymoon vacation of a couple whose villain names were Deimos and Spawn.

Silvano and Belladonna Marseilles.

As Bakugo stared at their son, the boy leapt up and down as Moxie put the finishing touches on their support item.

Her hand grasped a red cylinder that fit into the palm of her hand. Her hand glowed with the cylinder as it warmed to the energy that was increasing inside it. Inside the cylinder was a sensor that blared out an infrared light invisible to the human eye. Blake tightened the screw on the side of the capsule and threw down the screwdriver.

"That is so cool how you can do that," Blake tugged at Moxie's hand. "You're like that Rapunzel girl!"

Moxie gave quick wink at Blake. "Bubba always told me to put a little gris gris on everything I do."

"Uh...what is that?" Blake said in a rare loss of words.

The odd phrasing made Katsu, who was busy hitting his hand with a hammer, stop and turn around the the girl. A cheerful, but wistful glimmer appeared in her charcoal eyes.

"Oh, gris gris. That basically means a little magic. A little voodoo" Moxie said, picking up the cylinder like it was an electric lantern. "We could have used this in the swamps, that's for sure."

"So you really did live in a swamp?" Blake chirped. "Just like Shrek did."

"Or, you know," Katsu said with a nervous chuckle. "Just like...what was that movie? The one with that guy named Bubba?"

Moxie laughed. "In fact, my brother was nicknamed after that movie. His real name is Atticus, but we call him Bubba. Kinda looks like him, except that boy is whiter than the sand out on the beach outside. Also, our swamp looked much nicer. We were only a few miles away from New Orleans. Hunting duck was important for us since we always sold them at the markets. This little thingie right here is gonna make it all much easier."

"What does item do?" Katsu asked as he let Lloyd handle the construction of their item.

"It's so cool!" Blake piped up. "So Moxie lives in a place with lotsa mosquitos and other insects that try to kill her, so we thought we'd make something that kept them away. I got the idea from my quirk, so we thought we'd make an invisible field that would zap any mosquitos that came in sight. I put an infrared light in that only effects them. I learned about wiring infrared lights to hurt certain things from my parents, so this light is set to a frequency that's only seen by insects. Once they seem them, they get attracted to the light until they get too close. Once they get too close, they get fried!"

"It's like insect repellent except it don't smell and don't run out," Moxie said as she stroked the item. "Could probably take it home when I visit the family over Thanksgiving."

"So you hunted duck?" Katsu said with a tilt of his head.

"Like the one's at the market in Chinatown." Blake answered for Moxie.

"I guess so, although we made sure to wash our hands afterwards," She said. She gazed out the window as the red cylinder vibrated with a gentle warmth in her hands. "I already miss it, you know. First time away from home. I mean, I got to bring my dog. He's the cutest thing, by the way. Used to help my dad duck hunting, but now he gets to be with me at our apartment."

"Gee, you get to be in an apartment!" Blake said. "I gotta stay in the dorm, but that's okay. It's just like in those movies that you saw when you were younger. What was that other movie. It was the one with the guy that shouts out that word? 'Toga' I think? They had a bunch of parties and there was a band and I think that's exactly what it's going to be this y-."

"I don't think there will be much drinking," Katsu interrupted as he scratched his head. Looking at Moxie as if he were an embarrassed parent, he shrugged. "Alcohol slows you down anyway."

"Shoot, not all of it," Moxie said towards Katsu. "A little bit of beer never hurt nobody. Then again, every time my dad says that, he takes out his shotgun and tries to do gun tricks. Now, that is a time when you need a Pro-Hero. When daddy starts his gun tricks. But hey, without guns, most of those quirkless folk wouldn't have a chance against a villain. Gotta love the Second Amendment!"

Katsu blinked and tried to wonder what "gun tricks" or Second Amendment meant.

"You've never had any alcohol, Katsu," Blake turned to the more muscular teen. "It's great. My parents would let me have wine they got at their friend's party. One time, when they came back from Japan, they brought back some rice liquor and sake from this really rich family. They were so nice they even gave them some money! We ate New York Strip every night for the next two months."

"Anyway," Katsu interrupted Blake and turned to face Moxie. "That's great how some of you're family can stay here."

"Family that don't hang together, hang separate," Moxie said with a head nod. "Did any of your family come by?"

Katsu stared back at the girl. His eyes avoided hers like he was searching for the answer in the air somewhere.

"Well, me and Shoto are staying at a hotel for a month until my stuff gets here from Japan," Katsu said. "The movers sent them to the wrong hero school. Some place run by a guy in a wheelchair."

"Shoto. He's a Pro-Hero?" Moxie asked.

"Oh, yeah. I guess maybe you guys don't hear about Japanese heroes so much here. He's pretty popular there. Number Three hero, although he may be first soon." Katsu said as he thought about Bakugo and Izuku teaching at the school. It must have been a big gamble or paycheck to make them leave their positions in Japan. When he asked Shoto, he said he had no clue except that Izuku had always wanted to teach. As for Bakugo, Shoto suggested he owed taxes or was being blackmailed.

"He's your dad?" Moxie asked.

"No, he's not. Might as well be," Katsu said as he thought back to all of the conversations and training he endured for his mentor. "Taught me everything I know, and probably better than I'll ever be."

"Well, it's the one that raises you, right?" Moxie said with a small smile. "The one you call dad. That's family in a nutshell. The people that raise you to be better than you were before."

Katsu smiled back at the girl. "I guess your right. I haven't thought if it like that before."

The two locked themselves into a gaze of admiration. They both had gained just a small, but new understanding of each other. Katsu recognized that a quirk like Moxie's could be extremely powerful in the right circumstances. In fact, they had already proven that together. Such a grounded person was rare in these circumstances as well. He was glad that not all of these Americans were loud and boisterous like Abel or the person that suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

"By the way, did you know Shoto has one of the best-selling Hero action figures in the world?" Blake shouted. "It's so weird cause he's such a quiet guy. It was cool when he showed up the ceremony. I think he even looked at me, but it was a strange look. Like he had seen me before. His eyes got big and all and then he..."

Katsu let out a quick sigh from the corner of his mouth. Didn't Blake know when a conversation between two people was meant for two people. He was trying to get to know this interesting Cajun girl, and this guy just wanted to talk the day away.

Whatever. They would have plenty of time to see each other in detention.

Katsu could not help but sigh again. Detention.

Just as Katsu thought he and Moxie were going to be drowned in words, the bell rang.

As Katsu turned around, he noticed Bakugo giving the strangest look in their direction. It was almost like he was studying someone's every move in that area. His red eyes were narrowed in concentration, imprinting an image in his own head. Was he looking at him? It was possible since he was already on his bad side.

No, his eyes were pointed just to the right of him. Lloyd was busy next to him plugging a small widget into a rubber tube. He doubted Bakugo would be that entertained in that image.

Before he could pinpoint what entranced him, Bakugo shot to his feet and rushed towards the doorway.

"Just put your items in the back," he said without looking at the students. "We'll look at them tomorrow."

Without a second glance back, he left.

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Martel Void-Xekless-voiced by Jim Carrey (great choice, btw)

I will keep introducing people as long as you keep submitting! I am also accepting villains and teachers as well. Don't be afraid to send them in.

Just a nice little class scene. What did you think? Do you like any of the characters? Dialogue? Back story? Let me know if anything is good or bad!

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