The class immediately erupted into surprise and chatter. There were far too many questions to list. Fukusei held his hands up, trying to silence the class, but they simply did not listen. All except for Iida and Midoriya. Bakugo was quite obviously livid but was trying to keep it to himself. The temperature around his chair seemed elevated.

Fukusei clapped once, and a wave of harsh sound erupted in the classroom, immediately silencing everyone. Several hands clutched at their ears. There was quite a bit of groaning. Jirou especially was struggling to keep herself composed, hands pressed to her ears so tightly that her fingers were turning white.

"All right then, the lot of you seem to have calmed down." This simple sentence brought everyone back down to earth. They all sat to attention, except for Bakugo. He just lounged in his chair a bit less noticeably.

"Now, you know that I'm in Class 1-S. I assume you're curious, so if you have any questions to ask, raise your hands." Almost the entire class raised their hands, except for a select few who either didn't have any questions to ask, assumed their questions were taken, were content to simply listen to other questions being answered, or were Bakugo, who was feigning disinterest.

Fukusei looked slightly overwhelmed with all the hands in the air, but quickly regained his composure and pointed to Kirishima. "You. With the spiky red hair. Before you ask your question, what's your name?"

"I'm Eijiro Kirishima! My question is, can you show us your Quirk?"

Fukusei looked smug, like a cat that had explicitly been told not to do something and had done it anyway. "I expected that one. Alright. Do you know the details of my Quirk?" he asked. Everyone nodded. "Okay then. Kirishima, what is your Quirk?"

"Hardening!" Kirishima proclaimed energetically. "I can harden my body at will!"

"Okay. You've never met me before, right? Or just inexplicably been cut on your shoulder or cheek or something? Never felt anything cold touch you that just wasn't there when you looked around?"

"No to all of those," Kirishima said, his voice a bit unsure. "I think?" he added. Fukusei sighed. He pulled out a chair and sat, thinking. After about half a minute, he said "No, you haven't. So here we go. Now I'm going to explain how my Quirk works." There was a collective scraping and rustling as everyone sat forward expectantly.

"To copy your Quirk, I have to experience it or obtain some DNA. I can do it in two ways. Either I, myself, touch you or experience your Quirk, or I send one of my particles to do it."

"Particles?" someone asked. In response, Fukusei raised his hand, palm upward, and a piece of darkness appeared.

It was shaped like a 4 pointed star, and was 3-dimensional, but gave off a 2-dimensional aura. It seemed out of place, this thing, something that collided with anything else normal, but seemed like it could travel through a space so narrow it shouldn't exist. This was something that seemed as though it could uncover every secret, but had absolutely no right to, according to every law that existed. It transcended everything known and unknown, but was so ordinary and humble that it seemed in place, even though it had no place in any world it existed in. It was, in a word, unearthly.

Fukusei was simply looking at them, waiting for them to snap out of the daze that had possessed them upon looking at that one part of his Quirk. And when they did, he spoke. "You've been staring at that for 42 seconds," he informed them.

"Why the hell were you counting?" Bakugo growled, annoyed at having been enraptured by the 'particle' along with everyone else.

Fukusei shrugged. "I like keeping track of things. Of course, the occasional bit of chaos is welcome as well. It's nice to spice things up a little.

"Anyway. Back to, uh, Kirishima's question. Sorry, I forgot your name there for a second." Kirishima gave him a thumbs up. Reassured by this, Fukusei continued.

"Yeah, so I touch you or experience your Quirk, or this does it for me." The 'particle' hovered away from him and to Kirishima. Kirishima eyed it nervously. It swiftly darted to his other side and descended on his shoulder with blinding speed. Kirishima hissed with sudden pain and reflexively hardened himself, rocky outcrops and sharp edges appearing all over his body in an instant.

Fukusei laughed. "It's fine, just a small cut." The 'particle' jumped into his outstretched palm. A sort of darkness opened up in his hands as his fingers closed over the star, a structure of lines and shapes popping up within the spaces visible between his fingers, and then they closed over it completely and it shrunk down until it wasn't there anymore.

Fukusei closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He looked like someone savouring a fine wine, not someone who had just copied another person's Quirk permanently. He opened his eyes, and his skin immediately turned to the rock that Kirishima was, at the moment, covered in.

Kaminari yelled in surprise, and was joined by a few of the other, more energetic people who had sacrificed a little bit of their wit for enthusiasm.

Fukusei looked at them, amused. "I don't know what you're so surprised about. I did say my Quirk was to copy others, didn't I? You should have expected this to happen." His skin turned back to normal.

"Okay, I answered Kirishima's question. Anyone else have any?"

Hands were raised, but less this time. It seemed that most people had been thinking the same question that Kirishima had. Fukusei pointed to Iida. "Name and question, please," he said.

"My name is Tenya Iida! I am the class representative for 1-A!" Iida was, as usual, speaking extremely loudly. "I would like to know of the other members of Class 1-S!"

"Your name is Iida, huh? How's your brother doing these days? Is he all right?"

"Yes, my brother, Tensei, is doing very well after his ordeal at the hands of Stain."

"Good, good. As for your question, there are 10 of us, including me."

'If they were chosen out of the entire population of Japan, those ten must be extremely special,' Izuku thought to himself. Fukusei noticed this brooding expression. "Hey. Green hair." Izuku did not respond, too engrossed in his own musings. 'I wonder what kind of Quirks they have. Based on what I've seen from Fukusei-san's Quirk, they must be extremely flexible Quirks. Some could be more suited to battle, while others may be able to be tailored to any situation.'

"Is this normal for him?"Fukusei was asking. "What's his name?"

'For some of the Quirks that are more simple in function, you would have to be extremely creative with how you use them. Intelligence is probably also a factor. No wait, of course it is, we have to take written entrance exams to enroll in UA, they probably do as well.'

"Midoriya." At the sound of his name, Izuku looked up, and noticed the entire class was watching him. He reddened just a little bit, realizing he had been muttering his thoughts out loud. Not loud enough for other people to hear, but certainly enough for them to take notice.

"Would you like to share your thoughts with us?" Fukusei asked him, smiling faintly yet noticeably. "What were you thinking about?"

"I-It's nothing important," Izuku stuttered. "I was j-just thinking about the Quirks all of you m-might have."

"Really? That's nice. How about I tell you about the rest of us, and you see just how accurate you are, hmm?"

Midoriya nodded silently, somewhat embarrassed.

"Right then. I'll start with the next most powerful."