DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Hero Academia.

ISSUE 001! Fuck Aldera

Aldera Junior High School is undoubtedly the most stereotypical school Musutafu ever had. Until now, signs of 'not so bustling but still there' students chattering around each other were seen. Even the building itself isn't what you call an architecture masterclass or something.

But, in the end, this is the world of superpowers. And with that account, this is also, the world of superheroes. When back in those times, 'heroes' are considered as either a human nature, a term to refer set of jobs that ensure safety to other people (be it solving crimes, stopping a fire, or simply charities), or as results of our imaginations written on novels, comic books, adapted to movies and animations. But now, they are, officially, the name of an occupation.

Along with that revision of a term, a new, fresh term is also conceived.

Quirks is what we call 'extraordinary abilites'. These, along with the passage of time, spread out across almost all babies given birth at the age of four. In other words, toddlers were given a weapon unique to each of their own ... to set a path, future even, for them to be heroes. Some went as far to call these 'new organ' given the importance.

But then, unlucky souls that were born to this world without carrying one such abilities, they're as good as dead.

The toxic mindset of the law of the jungle... correlating the quirked ones and the quirkless ones, unfortunately applied to more than half of Musutafu City's entire population. The strong dominates over the weak, as far as a saying went.

The worst offender, generally accepted as fact, the students.

The worst offender, a very big surprise, the students of Aldera Junior High School.

Didn't we settle that Aldera is the most 'meh' learning enviroment ever?

One walk from the outer gate all the way to the classroom felt like hell. He hoped things would be different this time. It'll be easy. Introduce your name and hobby. Then, whoever the homeroom teacher is inside his assigned classroom, asks the dreaded question ...

The time the answer was given, everyone laughed. Insults. More questions. Disbelief. Pitying glances.

Except one student that really shouldn't have slept at twelve and woke up at five. He is Shinsō Hitoshi. An outlier, if one notices very well.

Too bad Midoriya Izuku doesn't realize.

"This isn't what I expected today," said student thought, amused. Nevertheless, he retains that 'I'm so done with you jerks' glance to the nineteen(?) kids that have always been too loud for his liking, and this revelation only intensifies it more. As such, he failed to actually examine this new transfer student that will be assigned to sit...

Beside him.

Fast forward to lunch time after three periods. He hurriedly went to the class door, carrying his lunchbox. A group of gossiping girls sniggered upon seeing him, few muttered 'useless' under their breath. Okay, so he prefers to eat alone outside. Nothing out of ordinary. Many did that. He would too but since his seat is very secluded, in the very corner, it isn't neccessary.

The fifth period is underway. Apparently the math teacher got sick or something, he never appeared after ten or so minutes. Until a formal notification arrives, of course. The next course of action by the curious greenette, that is, he pulled out his notebook from... where did he pull that from? As fast as the speed of light, he proceeds to write on it like a maniac, his right hand holding the pen gaining speed ever slightly.

"Is he studying? Is he doodling? Or maybe a diary of some sort? ...why am I so worked up over this?" Shinsō inwardly cursed his unhealthy curiousity, his eyes initially darted over his seat direction went back to his math book on his own desk. "Maybe my sleepiness has taken it's toll on me... whatever."

The bell rung. Monday was officially over... at least according to him, five certain days ends after school. Now to go to his usual route home.

By the time he reached the school's outskirts, one particular sight froze him on the spot. It was that new guy, his small stature doesn't stand a chance against three other guys, all three are terrifyingly tall like a hunk of bricks stacked on top of each other. Instantly the observer could sense that something very ugly is going to happen.

"So, a human with missing 'organ' actually exists, huh. Yes, I'm talking to you."

Shit. He didn't sign up for this.

"Loser has no place in this cruel world. Now..." the happenings went so fast under his eyesight. Broken nose. Bruises in his right cheek. Dirt and sand sprawled all over his black uniform. Swiftly the lavender stepped forward and acted before he could comprehend the situation better.

"Hey." Shinsō started. All three answered on impulse. "Who in the name of God are yo—"

"Shut your mouth and listen. You see that warehouse? Behind it is a spot hidden from sunlight and plain view, spacious enough for you guys to face consequences. Go there, then punch and kick the shit out of each other until you all got tired and cannot move."

Eventually the big guys were now walking zombies, ready to hurt and be hurt, and after all is going according to plan, they will forgot what happened exactly that lead them to their sorry state. The short, freckled teen watched silently, alternating gazes between the sudden bullies... on his first day of school... and his saviour.

Noticing the gaze, the tired teen that wanted to go home more than anything right now directed his attention to the guy he... saved? What now? What to say? "Look, I just brainwashed them, you're free now, and I guess we'll meet again at class." That will do—

"Wow." Oookaaaay. He didn't expect that.

"Uh..." Right. He hasn't finished saying what's on his mind. Perhaps displaying such a 'villainous' quirk wasn't the right course of actio—

"They obliged without question. That's nuts! Are you their boss or something?"

TEAM REJECTS

Midoriya: "That concludes our first issue!"

Shinsō: "Already? Very short, I must say. The whole fanfic must be made up with lots of 'em to compensate."

Midoriya: "Uh, maybe?"

Shinsō: "It must be! Events at season three part one is still a long way to go..."

Midoriya: "This is alternate universe, remember? What happened in Hosu may not occur here, for all I know. But I see your point."

Shinsō: "Now that we're here... in this skits thing, what exactly—?"

Midoriya: "We will talk about the issue, of course! What's interesting in it, who debuted in it, all sorts of stuff."

Shinsō: "Then let's stop here. This issue is literally nothing but me and my fucked up brain, nothing noteworthy."

Midoriya: "I guess that's true..."

Shinsō: "Huh? You didn't question it? My... whatever... opinion. What gives?"

Midoriya: "Think about it. This could easily pass as chapter one for other fanfictions beside this one, the ones with you and me as MCs. Like... here, not even one aspect is distinguishable."

Shinsō: "Dang... I thought you only analyze quirks, Midoriya."

Midoriya: "Shut up."

Shinsō: "My point still stands. Let's stop here. Unless there are other things that must be said?"

Midoriya: "Yeah, right. In here we answer you readers' reviews too! Starting from the next issue! Also, more characters would occasionally show up to talk with us!"

Shinsō: "I'll be more surprised if someone bothered to review the introduction page."

Midoriya: "Anyway, we're out! See you next chapter! Peace!"