AN: I don't own My hero academia or the characters form the other animes that will be appearing.

Last time…

Izuku had his first day at Shiketsu academy and found out he was accidently put in the hero course. This caused some controversy in the class but not as much as finding out one of them was a villain kid. Tension raised between students so bad it was like a war zone. On the bright side Izuku made a hand full of friends.

You're not so bad

"Arata sensei?"

"Yes, my boy?"

"Don't you think you're being a little rough?"

The teacher looked out to the sea of fallen bodies. Every one of them flat on their face or backs lifeless. They were all battered, most likely bruised, cut in some places, and may have some metal trauma. The limped bodies were scattered everywhere on the multiplicity bio training ground. Some were on rocks. Others somehow hanging off trees. One was halfway in the ceiling. Looked like it was Inasa with their buff body build. Some were tangled into their own quirks like Nagamasa and Click. Some had their bodies buried in the dirt. It was an utter massacre.

Still Arata shrugged his shoulders at the sight as if it were natural. "I don't think so. You should see what I do to my final years. They should be up and about in no time. Well they better be otherwise they'll miss lunch."

This was the result of Arata's current new training exercise challenge that Izuku was invited to watch. Although, it looked more like having a front row seat to a mass slaughter of lambs. The task was simple enough. Retrieve the bandana wrapped tightly on their teacher's head. Anything goes. The bandana was pure white. Written in bold black was the word winner in all caps. Not everyone even needed to retrieve. So long as one person grab that headband it was a victory for them all. However, fighting a monster like Arata was no easy task. Izuku knew himself from his many months of training with the guy. Although he was never this brutal with him. Then again, his classmates have yet to be chased by swords. It also didn't help that they were still heavily divided. They small scuffles they had made them easy targets. They best chance they have was if they all worked together. That was very unlikely to happen in the current state of the class. Their teacher threw his classmates around with his quirk like rag dolls. Mercy was just not a part of his dictionary and he seemed to be proud of that.

Plastered on Arata's face was the smuggest of grins. He was floating in the air as if he were sitting down with one leg over the other. A cup and saucer firmly in his hands. The man casually drank his tea while his students choir groans played beneath him. "I don't know about you lot but I'm starving. You can sleep on the ground if you wish but do not be late for your next class. Academics is just as essential as combat. Which remains me. Next time will be a free training peridot. If you won't take up my offer, I will give it to you myself. It looks like you'll all need some personal training before you can go up against me." Then he walked away without a second look but not before turning to the young detective one last time. "Don't help them up," he demanded and continued his way.

Izuku sighed and looked over at these classmates. They weren't getting up any time soon. You'd think they'll learn from the first time. Arata did offer a chance for them to self-train but after such a humiliating defeat they continued to challenge him again and again. This was their 7th attempt. It was a sorry sight. On the bright side he manged to get even more data on them form the times he managed to attend. Usually, he's at his extra lessons but sometimes he'll finish early or if he already knew the material, he was free to go. This was one of those times. He scribed his notes then saw one of the fallen heroes get up.

The next head of the Taisho clan, Takako. She growled in frustration and clawed the dirt. "Next time. next time," she hissed under her breath.

Feeling bad, Izuku decided to clue her in on something he noticed. "You should probably stay out of, sensei line of sight." The girl shot a glare at him. Silently, telling him to explain himself. He jumped at the sight and hid himself behind his notebook. "It's just something I noticed. Wherever he used his quirk on something he always looked at it first. So, it would be best to try seek up attacks rather than fight him head on."

"I don't need your pity guidance," she howled. "That man will fall to me one way or another. I swear in my family's name," she vowed before limping away.

Izuku as slightly regretting telling her anything but then he heard someone else. "Eyesight huh?" His head turned but he didn't need to see them to know who that moonstone voice bellowed to. Sitting up straight and staring at him with blank green eyes was Yuko. She gave him a small hum. "Curious." Then she stood up and limped her way over to her fallen comrades. The boy noticed something about the girl. She was paying closer attention to him recently. He has yet to figure out if it was a good or a bad thing.


Another day another free session for the young detective. This time he finished a little earlier, so he walked in halfway through the training sessions. Everyone was off doing their own training. Yet again in seems like all splintered off into their own main groups. The Taisho family were doing sword practice in one corner of the training ground. They look so militant with the way they were lined up and swinging down their blades in unison. They seemed to have one other member in the form of Yu Kanda another sword fighter in the class. He kind of had to be since his quirk involved him manifesting a sword. Another one Taisho member was unaccounted for, Aiko. Wonder where she could be. He never did saw her use a sword. Her weapon of choice looked to be a bow and arrow unfortunately for her.

In another corner was the other part of their usual group. It looked like Seiji was having a spearing match with a white-haired boy named Allen Walker. Allen's massive armoured hand was in full display while Seiji had floating mounts of meat floating around him. The other two Krory Astary and Miranda Lotto watched the match on the side lines. They quietly cheered for the other two.

Click and the Wakamoto twins plus Camie were doing…something. It was like they were chasing each other by the only way they could move was performing some sort of flip. They were cartwheel, back and front flipping all over the place of their area. They seemed to have taken the widest area too. Better for stretching their legs he assumed. Caime was not as good as the other 3 who looked like they've been doing it for years. More so Click who seemed to be the most agile of the lot of them. Luckily, they were patient and showed her some ticks. It looked like fun. He would like to learn himself if they would let him.

Last of the groups he could spot was his own group of somewhat friends. Ren was setting on a rock. He eyes locked intensity in the pages of the book she was holding. Every once and awhile she would close the book and looked up. Her hand was stretched out and in seconds some sort of treat with appear. Meanwhile Nagamasa and Inasa where playing hot potato with some boulders. It was impressive seeing Nagamasa toss something that heavy and big around with Inasa tossing it back by changing the wind currents. They got impressive quirk control.

He was going to join them but then he heard something form the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The repeated noise got him curious. So, he followed it. With the sound to guide him he would himself in a small but elongated building outside of the main training hall. There was an outer section lined with picket fencing. It looked like a range with the way the ground with stripped bare and dusked with sand. The thing that made it no place for horses were the dummies and targets dotted around. Most were made of metal. Others like a punching doll. All had holes punctuated on them.

Bang! Bang Bang!

Nothing outside so it had to be in. What he saw amazed him.

The missing trio of Karma, Nagisa and Yuko were in there. Oddly enough only one of them looked like they were doing any form of training. Yuko wasn't using her quirk though. No. she was using guns, one in each hand. Karma was using his quirk. He had vines attached to dummies and have them move around in random patterns. Ngaisa was throwing cans in the air in no peculiar order. As for Yuko it should be obvious. She was shooing all of them down like a pro. She dashed around in a zig zag motion. Feet only touching the ground for a couple of seconds. Once her eyes locked onto a target, she hits it with near perfect accuracy. Soon there was nothing left to hit. She wiped the sweat form her brown and called on a water bottle which her two companions here ready to give.

"That was so cool!" Izuku cheered out lounder than intended. The three of them turned now aware of his presents but he didn't mind. Too infected by the hype he reactive watching Yuko's performance. "Can you teach me that?" he asked out of the blue. The response he received was Yuko's vacant expression. His cheeks went red the longer she stared at him. The excitable aura he had before shrunk with his body while he nebulously played with his fingers. "That is if you don't mind."

The girl said nothing, but she did walk towards him. At first Izuku was hopeful but that hope was soon crushed the second the girl walked pass him coldly. She didn't even look at him. Said nothing. Just walked away.

Pouting, Izuku kick the ground. "You could have just said no," he spat quietly to himself. All of a sudden, something was forcefully placed on his head. The sounds of the world went dull as his ears were covered. Then he was forced to turn around. A head below him was Yuko. Her dulled eyes staring back to his.

"Frist time?" Not sure what she meant the boy nodded anyway. Then she fixed up the headphones she placed on him. Making sure they were secured. "Gun shots are loud up close. Your ears need protection since it's your first time. You'll also need these." The next thing the boy knew all he could see were shades of black. Sunglass huh? "Good now. Kit!" she called out while dragged a very confused Izuku with her.

"On it!" he gave the girl a thumbs up and used his vines to line the dummies in place. most of them were filed in single files on either side. Out of the way leaving being one lone target. A perfect first target. "This ok?"

"It shall suffice." Then the girl pushed the timidly confused boy forward. Right in the line for the target. She pushed him down to his level and place one of the guns she was using in his hand. At first Izuku was freaking out. He hands a real gun in his hand. It was much heavier than what he thought a gun with feel like. Although the scariest thing was how big it was compared to the girl's hands. It looked fine on him but her. She was tiny in compassion. Then Yuko calmed him with her voice. As monotone as it was it was also clear. Her calm and certainly calmed him down. She instructed him how to properly grip the handles ensuring the gun was tightly in place. She warmed him about the recoil. He needed to relax his shoulders and not be so stiff. Then she whispered pointers on how to aim. Just a little above what he wanted. Now all he and to do was pull the trigger.

Bang!

It wasn't a perfect shot, but he did hit the target. So, it was good enough in Izuku's books. "Yes!" he congratulated his minor victory. He even got applauses form the other two watching. A little embarrassing but he was thankful.

Even Yuko nodded in approval. "Keep those tips memorise and you be fine. Although practice makes perfect. If you want to improve your aim you have to regularly practice."

The boy understood and was heavily grateful. He smiled at the gun in his hand. A new skill to learn. It would be useful to have a long-range ability in his skill set. Besides there is a high chance he will be using a gun like this on the force when he gets older and joins a police force. The thought made him even more eager to learn. But before that there was something, he wanted to ask. "Have you been doing this for a long time?"

"Since I could remember." She explained. "My father was taken in as a part of the hero association, they had an interest in me. When I was old enough, they trained me in hopes I would inherit his quirk. Instead I got a variation," she showed off her glowing claws and swivelled her hand. It was an interesting variation. Her father's quirk allowed him to shoot these energy beams from his index finger. Yuko could only draw that energy form her knuckles. They cannot be fired but they can be manipulated in shape. Her training was not in vain, however. Even though they switched up her training regimented to compromise her claws she never didn't stop practicing. A way to be close to her father she claimed. She would often join him with his training much to his delight.

Izuku nodded along. Of course, he knew of the man. Yusuke Urameshi. Change his last name to Yukimura after the unfortunate incident involving his wife. The spirit detective they called him for his odd intuition and the type missions he goes on. He deals with cases that seem supernatural in first glace but it's usually some clever tick or quirk. He was an ex-military as well. Got into some trouble and was picked up by someone form the hero association. Then he formed a team of troublemakers as the media put it. Two of which were reformed villains and another a past delinquent. At odd group for sure but one cannot deny their accomplishments. As his daughter it would make sense, she would try to replicate him. Even without his quirk. "Yukimura, you're really good at this. So how come you haven't use it during training?"

The girl tilted her head. "It was quirk training. I can only assume that it is quirk only."

He giggled at the girl's blunt explanation, "that's kind of silly don't you think? If the Taishos can use their swords, then I'm sure you can use this to your advantage. It would be such a waste otherwise. In fact, I think you can catch Arata sensei completely off guard if you use it. If you team up with Ren, she could make a sleep candy for you. Or make a bullets shape candy. Then again it might not withstand the power of a gun. Maybe a bb gun would be easier. Either way depending on how good your aim is you can shoot one in his mouth and it would be lights out for him. Then again there is a possibility he could still use his quirk before it could take effects. Still the surprise factor would be a great benefit for victory. Since I don't think Arata sensei would expect it. All someone needs to do is sneak up behind him then grab that headband while he's distracted. It should be someone that's fast and have a low present. Someone not to easily noticeable. Versions distractions could hinder him even more. They don't even need to make contact. Just jet his attention. This would make victory more plausible. But how…" the boy continued with his rambles. Versions plans on how they could possibly beat their monster of a teacher. He even hand to toss a few ideas to the side if they were a little too out there or because they involved members of the other faction. He knew better than to pair any of them up this moment.

The trio eat it all up. Nodding a long to Izuku's rambles. They listened intently not wanting to interfere his train of thought.

Eventually, Izuku snapped himself out of it and shrunk down. "Sorry I kind of talk too much."

"No, no please spill out more. At this point will take any suggestions to take the guy down," Karma said with a tone of mischief but there was also some clear truth. His golden eyes looked so tired while he bit his bottom lip in frustration. He really wanted to beat that guy. The all did.

Shyly, Izuku nodded his head. "Ok…"

It was then someone else entered the training area. They all turned the newcomer. It was the missing Taisho Aiko. She came in humming a little melody. It was lost the second she saw she wasn't alone. "Oh…hi…" she greeted awkwardly. The girl hand a mechanical bow strap to her back so it was easy to tell she was her for target practice. One small problem that they were all aware of.

Karma howled in laughter. He held his stomach tightly as he laughter at her. "Really? You're going practice. You're such a bad shot."

The other three snapped disappointed eyes at the red head. They all knew it was true, but he didn't need to rub it in the that. Her quirk kind of demands her to use a bow. Making arrows of light it seemed like it was the only option. Problem was she misses more than she hits. Each time she tried it usually ended up with someone else getting shot. Luckily, the arrows appeared to be mostly harmless. Only really pinning down their target.

Childishly, the girl pouted and flicked her twin tails. "I don't need to listen to a villain kid. Besides that's what practicing is for," she said with a puffed-up chest and smug smile.

They weren't impressed. "If you really wanted to practice you should have been here sooner," Yuko countered.

She huffed and stomped a foot firmly, "I was busy."

"With your make up?" Karma prodded jokily. The other two chose to lay back. They didn't want to get involved if they didn't need too. They were prepared to jump in if things went south.

Akio was not amused as she turned her nose at him. She flicked her hair and strike a pose. This started an eyeroll train going through the trio. "Hey, a girl has every right to look good."

"Looking good is irrelevant when it comes to battle."

Of course, Karma had to jump in too. "You also need a Hella of a lot of train if you want to fix your whack aim."

"Studies are important to you know. I don't have to practicing all the time."

"That would be true if you had any ground to stand on. If I recall correctly your score sits at the bottom of the class. Each one of us here is more academically superior. You lack in both departments. I am surprised you even got into this course. I'm sure your parents had to pull messy stings." The more Yuko talked the more Akio grew red. Her fist was balled, and she showed her fangs. It was clear from her body language she was ready to get physical. Yet Yuko kept talking. Her dull eyes shot toward the young detective at her side who was minding his own business. He jumped and turned once their eyes met. He had a bad feeling about that look. He could only hope she doesn't say anything too offensive. "I'm willing to bet the detective here can beat you easily in combat. Quirk or not. He is more deserving of being here then you from what I've seen."

"Ehhhhh!" the detective screamed. He was flattered sure, but it was sudden. Not to mention the biggest insult the girl could have said.

It was highly effective. Aiko stomped a foot in the ground and howled. "I can totally beat some quirkless runt. Don't you look down on me."

The shorter girl stared up at the other blankly. "You are talker than me. I cannot look down on you."

"Don't you dare be smart with…" her aggressive howls were lost. A pink light consumed her. It's lightly flickered and danced like flames. Aiko recognised it. Her sour expression did not fade for a second. "What do you want!" she didn't bother turning around. She didn't need to.

Behind her was another member of the Taisho family Mikoyasha. She was smiling kindly as one of her hand was extended out. The pink flames that shot out from it faded. She brought her hands together gently and they disappeared in her long kimono like sleeves. "You were talking along bathroom break. We were all being to worry." The girl's soft goldened eyes then gazed over the group and area before retuning back to Aiko. "Are you practicing arching."

"I was but now I don't feel like to." Fixing the stap of her bow, Aiko began making her way to the exit much to the others confusion.

"I could join you if you like," the other Taisho kindly offered.

She didn't like that one bit. "Why? So, you can show me up? Yeah, no thanks. You can practice with the villain kids or whatever," she spat. She didn't even look at the other Taisho as she walked pass her.

Yet Mikoyasha still kept her kind smile. She did nothing to stop the other girl. Just allowed her to walk away. Once Aiko was completely gone. She bowed to the group remaining. "I suppose I should take my leave. May you have luck in your training."

"Hold on a second," Karma called out. The girl stopped and turned to the boy. He had a wooden bow in his hand and a single arrow. Mischief in his eyes he lifted the two items towards her. "It would be a waste for you to come all the way here without doing anything. Show us what you got dog girl. Unless your too chicken. That's fine too."

Casually, Mikoyasha walked up to the boy seemly accepting the challenge. She took the bow and arrow from his hands and inspected them thoroughly. Karma swore he did nothing too them, yet she had a suspicious look in her eyes. She sized the boy up with a gaze before returning to her inspection. Once she was satisfied, she readied her shot. She picked out a target in the far corner. One of the filed targets. With the arrow firmly in placed she extended the string further to its limits. Then she released. The arrow zoomed through the air straight to her target. A perfect bullseye. The smile she gave off after looked a little smugger than kind. She pushed the wooden bow back into the read head's hands. "How was that?"

Krama was staring at the girl in front of him as if she had too heads. His gaze the wondered to the bow in his hands. "Genetics choose wrong. You should have gotten that arrow quirk."

Lightly, the dog-eared girl laughed and bowed at the compliment. "Don't tell Aiko that. She'll get even grumpier than she is. Besides we both have different mothers and inherited our quirks from them. So, it is impossible for me in inherit such a quirk."

"Really I always thought you four were siblings," Nagisa joined in a little curious.

Sadness weighed down the girl's eyes. "It is complicated," she whispered sadly. Then her eyes returned to the red head. They were curious. Analysing. "Might I ask a question?" the trio was immediately put on guard. Taking a couple of steps away from the girl. Izuku finding himself in the middle yet again also took a few steps back. If all goes south, he'll rush to get Arata. He had a clear shot to the exit. The girl took their silence as a yes, so she spoke, "Why are you friends? A child of a villain. A child of a hero. An average civilian. You are quite an odd group."

The trio glanced at each other. Each sharing their own smile. Although Yuko's smiled looked more like a straight line with slightly curled ends. It still counts as a smile. Karma spoke up for the 3 of them, "look I heard this villain kind thing all before. It's getting old and I stopped caring mostly. But these two have stuck beside me since forever. Emotionless princess over here happens to be the daughter of the man who saved and changed my old man's life. There should be any need of an explanation. Ok there was this one little hiccup but she's over it. Right?" he turned his head to Yuko

She didn't look to pleased. Her arms were crossed, and the blank eyes looked sterner than usual. "No."

"I said I was sorry," he whined but Yuko still looked mad. Well as mad as she can be with her near unreadable expression. "As for this blue haired cutie," he playfully hooked an arm around Nagisa neck and cuddled him close. The smaller boy even laughed around while the red head affectionately buried his chin in their blue locks. "This guy stuck with me all through middle school. I admit I wasn't an angel student and got into class E for causing some trouble. But I argue, when you've been harassed most your life with everyone telling you'll be a villain. You start to believe it. Give in to their expectations. If it wasn't for Nagisa, Yuko and our Teach back then maybe I would be a villain." Then he let go of his friend and marched up to the Taisho girl. Being a little bit taller he was able to bend down and look at her deed in the eyes.

She didn't flinch. In fact, she allowed the eye contact to pro long. Never blinking as their two golden eyes stared into each other. Karma was proudly showing his resolve. He had nothing to hide. The girl could see that clearly.

Karma smirked at the girl's lack of response and fear to move away from him. "So yeah call me a villain all you want. It makes the day I become a hero so much sweeter. I can't wait to see the crushing shock in your faces knowing that you were all wrong."

Still not braking eye contact, the girl stared into his eyes just a little longer. Thoughtfully, she hummed and turned away. "Perhaps I judged too quickly," she surprisingly admitted. The trio plus Izuku looked at her in shock. She seemed to notice their open mouths and smiled kindly. "During the first day I could see it in your eyes. You were not to be trusted. Too much mischief. They looked like the eyes of a lair. I'm not too fond of those types. When we found out about your heritage, I thought my instants were correct. Now, seeing that determination in your eyes. Pure and true. I can tell you mean what you say." Then she extended a hand. "I'd say a reintroduction is in order. My name is Mikoyasha Taisho."

Smiling himself, Karma happily played along. He clasped the girl hand tightly and shook it. "My name is Karma Akabane."

"I hope we all have a pleasant school year."

"Once your siblings and friends stop calling me a villain kid maybe. Oh, and by the way I put a woopy cushion in your shoes before class this morning. Just thought I'd say that see since we're doing this friendly thing."

"Haha…notated."

Izuku looked over this small group of his classmates. It was a small step but a good step none the less. It gave him hope that sooner or later. Hopefully sooner. These class squabbles will end. That would be nice.


Lunch time and Izuku was starving. He had to sit through a 3-hour lecture. Don't get him wrong he found it interesting. It just dragged a little long and the lecture's dozy monotone voice didn't help it go any faster. He could have sworn he had some sort of slowing time quirk. Nether the less, Izuku was free and ready for food. It was Katsudon day too, so he was extra excited. Hopefully, there would still be some when he got there. It was a popular dish.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Izuku's ears perked up at the ring tone. He immediately picked up his phone and the first thing he heard was the sound of running water? What? "Dad?" He called out questionably.

The man on the side whispered, "Izuku. I love you."

"Uhhh…are you ok dad?" He then remembered the time difference between then and immediately got concerned. "Wait isn't it like 1 am where you are. What are you doing up this late? And why do I hear running water?"

"Your father is definitely did not fall in a hole and is trapped in an underground spring with no way out. Hahahaha… if I don't make it out of here make sure take good care of your mother."

"Dad…if you're able to call me that means there's reception wherever you are. Can't you call for help?"

"…You make a good point. Anyway, how are you? P.S don't tell your mother about this. I gave her enough of a heart attack that time I got stranded on a deserted island with shark infested water and couldn't take my regular call with her." He said that last part a little too rapidly but Izuku was still able to pick it up.

"When did that happen?" he so rightfully questioned.

"HOW ARE YOU MY SON!"

Knowing probably, he wouldn't get an answer. He told his dad about the civil war that has been going on over the weeks. How each side seemed to be constantly at odds with each other as well as what the sides stood for. He also explained that recently the chaos had been dying down. Yes, they'll bicker and give each other the stink eye but it's been less volatile. He guessed that everyone was getting tired of the constant fighting. That and since that small step Mikoyasha took a couple of her friends were more relax around Karma and co. Even Karma's prank frequency was significantly smaller than it used to be. Her family members were still on guard. Apparently, the girl had a habit of being too trusting from what he heard through the grape vine. So, they've been on extra alert. Still it was a start.

"I see. Well it's nice your having a lively time."

"Honestly, I'd like it to be less lively."

"Awe come on, son. Don't be like that. At least you're not stuck in a hole."

"Seriously dad. How did you do that?"

"ON ANOTHER TOPIC!" He really didn't want to say how he got in his current predicament. Either form shame or the sheer absurdity of the story if he decided to tell it. Probably a bit of both. "How's class."

Sighting, Izuku mentions he was just in a law lecture which really exited his dad. The man one they looked at was article 150. It was created when quirks became a thing. It was also called the Giselle act. Its history goes out of the country where a poor man with the same name was taken hostage by a villain and was forced to do villainous acts. There was even evidence that the man was brainwashed and had little control to what he was doing. Yet he was still changed with the full extent of the law. People were out raged, and this law was created to protect civilians under villain's influence. The law was then further altered to umbrella people who were blackmailed or threatened. Although demanding on the severity of their crimes they may still be charged with legal actions. It was an interesting and tickly law that falls into a lot of grey areas but can save an innocent life regardless.

Then there was it's considered sister law article 178 also known as the children of Malocchio act. This one is very new. Not even a decade. Why it was created was to protect groomed Children and hopeful give them a chance of rehabilitation. There have been many cases of young children with powerful quirks being kidnapped and groomed for villainy at a young age. None more famous than the children of Malocchio. They were a group of young teens no older than himself that were groomed for a special unit crated by a Mafia gang. The thing that was different about these kids was that one of them fought back and manged to save themselves and take down the gang that took them. The people were touched by their story and it was decided there would be an attempt to reform them. It was mostly a success. 5 out of 8 of the children managed to obtain normal lives the others were proven to be too mentally unstable to reintroduced them to society. It was unfortunate but it happens.

Hisashi hummed like he was reminiscing about his own school life. "Ah yeah remember 150. You see cases like that often in my line of work. I had used that one in court more than a couple of times. It's tricky though. Requires a lot of evidence to back up the claim but handy. So, I would advise you to keep it memorised. 178 is an interesting one. New even here in the states. I can't say I had a chance to use it. A case like that hasn't popped up for me but you never know. This world is pretty messed up. Who knows how many kids out there who fall into that category? Maybe you'll meet one."

His son nodded agreeingly, "I understand."

"IZUKU MIDORIYA!" hollered a voice down the hallway.

The boy let out a surprised screaked almost dropping his phone in the process. He dared to look behind him. There on the other end of the hallway was Karma panting like he ran a marathon. His eyes were set ablaze. With what he couldn't tell. He didn't even want to know. He then began muttering to himself wonder if he did anything recently to make him mad. He really couldn't think of anything but who knows. He might have accidentally done something. "I got to go dad."

"Wait Izuku what was that? Are you ok? Izuku don't you dare…"

Beep…

It was then Izuku made a run for it while crying out apologies. He didn't know why he was running. One can assume it was an instinctual thing. Whenever his name was called out like that it didn't mean anything good. A certain explosive blond came to mind. So, he ended up spatting apologies after apologies with tears streaking through his eyes. That was until he found himself roped up in vines. There was no escape. Like an animal being wrangled he was taken off his feet as his body was being dragged backwards. He wept all the way there. "Please don't hurt me."

Krama raised an eyebrow. "Hurt you? I could god damn kiss you." He then proceeded to suffocate Izuku so hard his eyes were popping out. "Have I ever told you I loved you."

"I think I would have remembered if you had."

"Well I'm telling it you now! I love you, you quirkless runt." He then affectionately rubbed their cheeks together much to the boy's confusion. It was heart attack inducing to have the redhead outwardly showing this time of affection towards him. The world was spinning around him since the boy started spinning him in his arms as well. Poor Izuku was getting sick.

Thankfully, Karam's two usual friends were there to save him. "Kit, put the detective down. You're suffocating him."

Doing what he was told, Izuku could finally breathe. He yelled at them demanded to know what got into them. But all it took was one look at Nagisa's hand to understand their excitement. His eyes twinkled the second his spotted that white bandana they were so desperately trying to get. "You guys did it. You beat Arata sensei's challenge."

"We couldn't have done it without you," Nagisa complimented. "Your advice worked like a charm. Of course, we had to alter them a bit but still mainly you. Oh, and you were right about that eyesight thing. His weak spot is behind him. We kept attacking there he wasn't able to catch us as quickly." He proudly presented the headband that took weeks and weeks and several aches to get. "Eventually we got a chance to get this and victory was ours."

"That's amazing but how?"

How was pretty much what Izuku suggested. Used the fact Arata never seen Yuko shoot to their advantage and have her armed be some form of Ren's sleep powder candy. All while confusing the hell out of him. They teamed up with both Nagamasa and Inasa to completely the mission. They those two range attacks it was relatively easy to keep out of the teacher's line of sight while attacking. then once Yuko took the shot it was a while before it took effectiveness. There were moments they got captured but it was all over when Karma and Nagisa got behind him. With Nagisa quirk to cloak his presents and Karma whipping him high enough Arata had no time to reach. The boy captured the bandana was cried out in victory. Although those who were uninvolved felt like they didn't earn it. So, they were still attempting the exercise with little progress.

"Those Taishos. So prideful. Felt a little bad for Click and the twins though. In hindsight we could have used them as well but hey, can't do anything about that now. So, lunch! finally." Karam was over the moon to know he wouldn't be starving after this training session. Well he is but at least he's not missing lunch trying to hopelessly win their teacher's challenge. "Anyway, let's buy you lunch. It's the least we could do."

The young detective was quick to reject, "Oh no you don't have to."

But Karma and co weren't having it. they each found themselves either grabbing an arm or pushing on his back as they travelled to the cafeteria. "Yes, we do now come along quirkless."

"Do you really have to call me that all the time?"

"Detective then. Now hurry your legs I need food."

Izuku was then dragged to the cafeteria. His other 3 companions were there to greet them on a saved table. It was odd having the other trio beside him, but it was also fun. The three of them were as lively as they were odd. Karma was casually teasing his smaller blue haired friend. Even tried to feed him and making him glow red. Yuko would calmly remind the two of them saying they were making a scene. It did stop the redhead from teasing her too. Only it ended with a good slap to the back of the head. Nagamasa and Inasa were their usual selves. Inasa was a lot more affectionate. He found out Izuku was the one that suggested the plan that brought them victory. So, the second the poor boy sat next to him he was crushed in a bear hug. At least Nagamasa was sensible with a few comments of praise. Still it was a little embarrassing to here. Then there was Ren busy writing away like usual. He wondered what she was writing this time. He caught whispers of her saying something about a big event that was going to happen soon.

The smile on the boy's face felt permanent. This was the most fun he had while being here…it's kind of sad it won't be like this for long. He will have to move eventually. They have him a date now. By next semester he will be in the detective course. Where he belongs. He was starting to think he'll miss these guys once he leaves. At least there's still the dorms but…he doesn't want to think about it now. He'd rather enjoy the time he had left with them. It has been interesting watching their journey from his perspective. He made a mental note to make copies of the notes he had on them before he leaves. Maybe. Just maybe they would find it useful. For now, he supposed he would continue watching them.

Little did he knew someone else was 'watching' him. They were on their wits end and was getting sick of failure. As the saying goes. Desperate times called for desperate measures. What could be more desperate than asking a quirkless for help.


End of the school day, with the last class done the classrooms were emptied. Only a few students remained. One of which was the young detective. He was dotting down some notes in his school notebook. To be mistaken for his analysis notebook. Too very different things. Nagamasa and Inasa were waiting on him by the door. They were already packed and ready to go so Izuku told them to go ahead to the dorms. It's not like they're that far away. He would catch up in no time. He really wanted to finish off his notes first. The two left leaving Izuku alone in an empty classroom. Well almost alone.

As the young detective finished his final notes a firm hand griped his shoulders. He didn't really feel comfortable with the claws digging into him either. Slowly and fearfully, he turned his head with a forced smile. There right next to him was the blind folded face of Takako. Even though he couldn't see her eyes form her thin lip bottom expression alone he could image she was looking at him sternly. It also didn't help that he was alone with no witnesses around to possibly save him. "You're coming with me." After that she lifted the boy in her arms bridal style to prevent any chance of escape. Then they ran keeping the young detective very confused.

The next thing Izuku knew he was forced into chair and was tucked into a desk. High walls of shelves blocked him on nearly every side. Books of all sizes inhabited them. All their thickness ranged from 3 inches to 5. Thousands upon thousands of pages in each cover. One side was a window to freedom if he was brave enough to try. The sun was shining down on them. Almost mocking him that it was not a part of his current situation. One thought came to mind. Was he just kidnapped? As far as he could tell he was taken to a secluded part of the library. He knew this area well. He came by here often when he was trying to avoid his classmates. He was thankful for this safe sanctuary. Quiet. Peaceful. Now it feels like a prison with the warden being one of the classmates on his should avoid list. Still he forced on a smile. "Hi, Takako. You need something?"

The young Taisho head scrape out a chair right in front of him. The screeching sound echoed though the empty library did not help with his nerves in the slightest. The girl delayed response didn't help either. She sat there. Hands kitted together with her elbows firmly in place she rested her chin on her hands. She stared at the boy. As much as she could with a blindfold on. The prolonged silenced made him jitter. Just what did she want. Eventually, she spoke: "How do I beat Arata sensei?"

"Huh?"

"How do I beat Arata sensei?"

He heard her the first time, but he still couldn't believe his ears. Was she asking for his help? His mind spun at the thought. Since the very beginning she made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. The last time he tried to give advice she looked readying to bite his head off.

Becoming impatient, Takako growled. "Don't test with me, quirkless runt."

Izuku's back stiffened. He sighted out a breath hoping to calm his beating heart. Then he thought of his pervious observations as well as the new information's he found with the tales of the previous group's victory. "As I previously stated his quirk seems to rely on his line of sight. So, his back a major weakness. You should try and exploit that as much as possible. It also easy to know when you or any of your allies are caught once you have that blue aura around you. it would be game over the but…" he thought harder about his classmate's experiences. When you dig out all the bragging and relief of disbelief. There were a couple of pieces that stood out. When Yuko made her shot those who were captured were somehow freed. It was an odd detail, but he thinks he might have an expiation for it. "There seems to be away out of it."

Takako's eyes perked up. If there was a way to escape their teachers near invisible quirk, they must use it. It would make their victory more likely. "Go on."

"Well it's just a theory but he seems to lose when he's surprised. It makes sense though given his quirk type. Psychic type quirks are heavily mind originated and require a lot of concentration. Disrupt it…"

"And their quirk control will falter," she finished off with a grin. "It seems so obvious in hindsight. I'm disappointed I didn't think of it sooner. Unbecoming of my title. Still the question remains. How to surprise him?"

Izuku had an immediate idea. "Well you can do what Yukimura did and do something Arata sensei hasn't seen before. You haven't use beast transformation yet. That will sure shake him up."

"Not possible."

The boy blinked twice at her sudden reject. "But…why not?"

"I don't have it," she answered simply

"HUH!" he jumped from his seat in disbelieve and when on a mumble spree. He spoke of factories of the Taisho family and their linage. How there was this wild theory going around that they were the descendants of dog demons. They typically have very large families however their numbers have decreased over the years. Still the right of succession was typically given to the child who inherited their famed quirk. Beast transformation. A quirk that can allow them to transformation into massive demotic dogs. Generations can be skipped if the child had this quirk. Each head's quirk was a variation of this. In the current head case, the hero Sesshomaru not only can he transformation but he had positioned claws. The previous head before him hand the strongest howls of their family. It was said he would create storms. He has never heard of a head that didn't have this quirk. Then he went on about random facts he knew about the family. The fact that they keep their hair long as a traditional show of power. Although the main family must have the longest. There were also facts on Sesshomaru's younger brother and his love of reman. The fact that his wife was a commoner to his family and many more.

Takako nodded along to the boy's resembles as if confirming his facts. "Your very well informed."

He stopped. The red rising over his face. Then he sank back into his chair a little too far. The boy looked like he would go under the table at any moment. "Well I'm kind of a hero fan boy so…yeah. I know quite a bit."

"Then you know my family situation."

Situation? Oh. She was talking about the scandals. In recent times the Taisho family has lost in public option. Sesshomaru still stood tall as head but his brother was not so lucky. From what he remembered he cheated on his wife and in some strange turned of events the woman he cheated with became Sesshomaru's wife. It was a huge uproar in the media when it happened. Interested mobs tried to go after his wife and his brother but he managed to protect them while sacrificing his public image. Personality he thought it was noble of him to stay with his wife despite public out lash. He couldn't even being to image the things that happened behind doors. Sesshomaru manged to cover the whole affair well. Very little information was leaked further into the public after that.

There was clear hesitation in the girl. Her stone expression had a few cracks. A twitching finger. Quivering lips. They were only losing tightly. "You see the right of succession didn't come to me because I had the quirk they were after. It's just that I am the only one eligible for the role. My other siblings and cousin were not vailed. That is all I wish to speak of the topic."

"Ok," Izuku surrendered not wanting to push on the topic. It was clearly sensitive. "Then what is your quirk?"

Takako gave a brief explanation of her true quirk she called unseen eye. She even removed her blind fold to conformer her use to be handicap. Her greyed out eyes showed that she was born blind and was blinded until her body adapted with her quirk. According to her doctors her other senses sharped so much that she can get a clear visual picture of the world around her. At least in her distance limit state. Beyond that limit she was blind meaning to say she can see incoming long-range attacks and under stress her distance limit shrinks more. That's why she's been having an extra hard time fighting Arata sensei. The man can fly, through things at her and stressed her out considerably with each passing training session. There was so winning for her when she couldn't see well.

The young detective on other hand saw several paths of victory opened. "Taisho, your quirk is amazing," he cheered with over enthusiasm. Takako had to lean back since the boy jumped half away across the table to get into her personal space. She could see his eyes, but she imagined they had a crazed expression which they did. "You could have a perfect view on the battlefield. If we somehow found a way to communicate to each other you can be everyone's extra eyes. Tell them where they need to go. Even better your distance limit should cover most of the training ground. That is so long Arata sensei doesn't fly too high."

"I see what you mean but they would require me to be out of battle."

"At least Arata sensei won't expect it."

She thought about for a second and agreed. "Point taken. So long as I hide well, he would be distracted trying to fine me. But how to communicate?""

"It's not ideal but we have phones. You can create a group chat or something. It's really the only think we can use in short notice. Next training session is in 2 days. I doubt that would be enough time to commission communication equipment from the support wing." Izuku kept a note of that at the back of his mind. It would be handy for the class to get use to communication stuff for training. It would be a good way to increase teamwork efficiency. Not to mention they'll most likely need to use intercom like systems in the future. So, it would be good practice. "Unless you want to wait for the next one."

"No. I refused to be defeated again."

"I thought you'll say that," Izuku chuckled. Then a new idea came to mind. One he knew the girl before him would not be too pleased about. "you can ask Yuki…"

"No."

"But Atara wouldn't…"

"I do not care."

"But it would…"

"NO!"

Taking a deep breath Izuku clapped his hand together. He needed to convince her this was the best course of action. Not only that but after this maybe the fighting can finally stop. "Look Taisho, if you ask them for help Arata would never see it coming. If you get everyone is class to work together just this once I think you stand the best chance at winning. Don't you want to win?"

Growling, Takako clawed at her own face. She unceremoniously banged her head on the table with a thud. Slowly she rose back up to a somewhat calm position. "I strongly dislike the fact you make complete sense right now. Let us think of other strategies before I have to stoop even low and ask a couple of villains for help."

"They're not villains. They good people."

The Taisho head raised an eyebrow. "The giant fake spider if found in my locker begs to differ."

The two of them strategized and bantered for what seemed like hours. Which it was. It took some pushing, but he did get the girl to at least consider it. The librarian was shocked to find them tuck away in a corner while scribbling in a book. She politely kicked them out and both students apologised for their lack of time awareness. Luckily, they got all their thoughts down. Every possibly. Every combo. Every action. They just need to use it. Izuku happily handed the book to Takako with the brightest smile. "Good luck."

She accepted the book with a nod. "You have my gratitude." Then she walked away.

Hopefully, her parents would not mind so much that she was coming home late. Izuku should get going himself. Nagamasa would nag his ear off if he missed dinner.


Once he reached his dorms, he saw Camie alone on the couch. His other 3 dorm mates were nowhere to be seen which was odd. "Where are the others?" he asked.

The girl shrugged unbothered. "Something about figuring ways to get at Arata sensei. Mr rules has been begging to the other two for the last half an hour or so."

That made sense. If Takako was getting desperate no doubt Seiji was too. Both of them were just as prideful as the other. The must have cracked after they saw the exercise can be done. Although it was strange to see the girl not join them. She must be flustered too. "Don't you want to join them?" The girl laughed in his face and made a comment of how they would try to kill each other more than get some work done. Which was fair. Tensions were still high between them even if they stopped yelling at each other recently. "Well if you don't want to talk with them you can talk to me. I've been with Taisho just a while ago strategizing Which remind me, I have her number. She asked to give it out to whoever I can. She'll be creating a group chat."

Curiously, Camie raised an eyebrow. "Which one?"

It was a little confusing to have 4 classmates with the same last name. Maybe he should ask if he could call them by their first names. Then again it seemed all too familiar and they're not close. "Takako."

Camie laughed again, "oh no. If it was the nice one or her cutie twin brother maybe. But that girl is just as bad the meat ball guy. The only thing going for her is that I don't have to live with her. I am not having her invade my connects just to harp at me. Been there done that."

Izuku's head lowered in disappointment. He really should have expected this. The bad blood created by this classmate may have softened but it's still there. On both sides. Still, he wasn't going to give up. he at least wanted them all to successfully beat Arata sensei before he leaves them. That means they must work together. Just this once. "Look, Misho. I know you don't like them but can't you put the aside so you can win. Aren't you tried of Arata sensei beating you?"

Surprisingly, she shook her head. "Stop caring when I knew it was useless to try. I can't beat the guy and my quirk can't really be used on him if I can't reach him. So, I'm pretty much useless to them anyway."

"Don't say that!" Izuku yelled louder than the girl has ever heard him talk. He then went on a rambling tangent about how she could use her quirk. Take down villains and have them turned against their allies. Undercover work would be a breeze. If they needed to get into a highly restricted area just kiss the guard. Investigation would be so much easier if she just commands the captured to spill everything they know.

She was clearly flattered with her cheeks forming a pink tint. It was nice to her someone sing prises for her quirk for once. With a sly smile, she hooked a finger under the boy's chin and dragged his face closer to hers. "You want to go out some time?" Not even a second later, the poor detective had a malfunction. His whole body turned red and steam puffed out of his ears. He leaped away while covering his whole face with his arms. It was an amusing sight. "I kid, I kid. You're not really my type but you are pretty cute. Just look at these pudgy freckled cheeks." she joked while skipping over and poking said cheeks that were not completely shielded up his arms.

If the boy could go redder, he did. He could burn a person from the amount of embarrassment heat he was producing. Calmly, he slowed his breathing and stuttered: "Please stop. I'm not really looking for a relationship and we're not even allowed."

"That's just a stupid rule," Camie overdramatically groaned. Soon a sad smile appeared on her lips. "Then again it makes things a little easier for me. Not like anyone want a girlfriend that could control them with one kiss." The atmosphere around them got thick. Not sufficiently thick but sad. "I've been through it one too many times to count. If I had 10 yen for every time it happened, I wouldn't even need this hero jig. I could go somewhere far away. Take my Ma with me too. Then we don't have to deal with the crap of people saying we're using our quirk to get want we want."

"Is that why you want to be a hero?"

Camie's eyes drifted back to the young detective. He was looking back at her with sad curiosity. Huh. No one has ever given her a look like that before. She smiled. "Yeah. A little selfish I know, but hey a girl got to eat. Heroes get paid well. A little too well but I'm not complaining. My Ma worked hard to get me into this school after she scored a reasonable paid job. The least I can do is replay her. What better way then becoming a hero everyone can't help but admire. That it would be a good way to get back out my exs. Look what you missed out on losers."

"If that's how you feel then you shouldn't give up so easily!" To both their surprise Seiji matched in with Inasa and Nagamasa close behind. Proudly, he stood tall before the two of them. Back straitened and chin high with his arms behind his back. "A hero shouldn't ever give up. if you wish to walk the hero path. Don't forget the oath you took the second walked into our glorious academy. Never give up." Then he punched his right fist towards them. Fire burning in his eyes. "And never surrender."

Grinning, Camie jokily fist bumped the boy much to his displeasure. "Fine, fine. I guess if I want to complete this I'll have to deal with you. My throat was getting tired of yelling at you anyway. That and I would like my beauty sleep back."

Dear being form above did they all want that back. It was a temporarily truce but a truce none the less. It wasn't perfect. The more tolerated each other more than trusted each other. Still it just might be enough. The real test was when they face Arata sensei again. Oh, how will he react if they managed to come together. He did have a feeling about something. His classmates are not going to like that revelation if his feeling was true. For now, he'll leave them in blissful ignorance until proven otherwise. That and he was hungry. They have dinner to make. So, for the rest of the evening, the four had a peaceful dinner together for the first time in months.


The days went by and preparations were made smoothly. Takako cracked to the idea of having the already victors as surprised allies. It took several nagging attempts from Izuku with the assistance of her older sister Mikoyasha to weight her down, but they did it. In the end it was the most logical option for a win. Behind closed doors the hero class was calm. Calculating. Outside they were rowdy as ever with fights. Surprisingly, it was Nagisa's idea. It would have been suspicious if the class suddenly calm down. Arata sensei would have catch on otherwise. They made sure to not over play it. Keep it natural. The dirty glares. Sly comments and jabs. The one-sided prank wars. All things they did before.

Their chat strategy sessions were oddly productive. The wide range of ideas they all had were interesting. Of course, there were some that were immediately shot down. The Wakamoto twins drinking until the pass out was one of them. Seiji made it clear that he didn't want the unholy liquid to taint his precious school more than it had to thanks to the twin's quirk. Some were shot down for being impractical/impossible. For example, shoving Inu-Kage into a box with his into the shadow quirk and throwing him up at Arata sensei. He needed the shadows of said item to be the same surface area of his own shadow. So, he wouldn't be able to fit in a tiny box. There were also possible combat moves that students would need to teach each other. Like Karma showing Click how to effectively capture and throw someone around in a whip like motion. Given the thickness of his strings and strength he could possibly move people around without Arata noticing. They were starting to look and sound like a real team. But will it be enough?

Takako raised the bandana of victory up with one hand. "The battle is won."

You bet it was.

Izuku clapped happily in the stands as his classmates cried and cheer for joy. The victory was hard fought. Some of his classmates needed help to get back to their feet. But it was still their victory. Other than attacking their sensei's weak spot and opportune moments the tide of battle heavily turned in their favour when Yuko started shooting. This time Arata was able to doge but with the added reinforcements the hero teacher was overwhelmed. Shot after shot. Student after student. It looked like a planned chaos if that was even possible. The winning hit was when Click swag Takako, who was the main mastermind of the chaos, form her hiding place. With so many things happening at once, Arata was unable to stop the girl from successfully taking his head band. Then Inasa came in to finish it off with a dealing wind attack.

Their teacher was left face down with the students made their way to the exit. They deserve a treat they all said to each other. Honestly, it was the friendliest he ever seen them. With the way they were acting before you would never believe at one point they were at each other's throats. It was refreshing.

"Oh my god it's finally over!" Ren cried while dropping to her keens in tears.

"I know right. Here I thought will never beat the guy," Inu-kage growled while his sister was fixing his arm.

"Anyone else need help?" she asked.

"Over here!"

Ren was just weeping tears after tears. Those around her were starting to get concerned. "Just one more key event. Then straight to the finish line! So, so close."

The Wakamoto twins whispered to each other, "You have any idea what she's talking about."

The Karma crashed into them, hooking both his arms over their necks. "Who cares. We won. Let's go eat!" He then turned his attention to the student and cupped half his mouth with one of his hands. "You coming, detective?"

Izuku wave up his pen in acknowledgement. "I'll catch you guys later."

"Don't ditch us you hear. We'll save you a seat."

Nodding, Izuku waved the group fair well with a smile. Once they were gone, he closed his book and casually made his way to his beaten sensei. The hero face was down with his limbs spiralled in unnatural positions. His usual pristine attire was cut and ripped with odd stained here and there. Even his neatly tied golden hair was broken form its bindings. The boy so graciously, retrieved the man's hat along the way and presented it to him. "You can stop pretending now, sensei. They're gone."

The second that left the boy's mouth, the hero's head popped up. The widest grin painted across his face. Even his eyes looked like they were smiling. "Awe. I thought I was a good actor." He then floated his way back to his feet. He dusked way the grim on his uniform and took the hat form his student. He fixed his blonde locks the best he could before placing his top hat where it belongs. "I must say this exercise was a success none the less. My new batch of students are finally started getting along with each other. With things going well as planned there shouldn't be much problems next time."

"So that's what you were doing." Izuku had his own theories before. His teacher is a sadist. That's still up for debate. He was getting annoyed as much as the rest of them were so this exercise was a punishment. That one didn't make much sense since he continually repeated the exercise. Or he was putting them in a situation where they would have no choice but work together. Forcing the group to rely and trust in each other. With this positive experience and their previous interactions during the planning stages they might come together more naturally.

Arata nodded confirming his student's thoughts. "I must say they've come together faster than I expected. Do you have anything to do with it?" Izuku was quick to deny any involvement. Really, he didn't do much at all. All he did was give advice and tips. They could have figured out on their own. "Yet they didn't. I imagine it took quiet the persuading to get Takako to agree to have Karma and his friends join their plan."

"Yeah…well…she was being really stubborn."

He laughed heartily. Then stoked down the boy's curls. The smile on his face become softer. Affectively, while he played with his student's curls. "You quirkless are amazing," he whispered dreamily.

The boy did not know if he was meant to hear that or not, but he did. It shocked him to his core. "Not really! I'm nothing amazing. I'm just really good at noticing things and piecing them together. Anyone can do what I do. If anyone's amazing it's you, Sensei. Your quirk is amazing. So versatile and powerful. I'm surprised you haven't been noticed or have a fan base. You should be in the top 10 at least."

Arata's smile dropped slightly to a line. His eyes solemnly dropped as he let go of his student. The boy curiously watched his sensei's movements. The man was staring at his own hands. As if looking for something. Or thinking about something. Then he clenched his chest holding something. Something precious. "Truthfully, I am nothing without my quirk." He said in that deep voice again. It really sounded like he was a different person to the boy wherever he heard that voice. "I can't do anything without it. I always must rely on it for one reason or another. Yet you quirkless have nothing like it. You survive when I know I couldn't if my quirk is taken from me. I have no value without my quirk."

"That's not true sensei," Izuku interjected. The boy didn't like the look in his teacher's eyes. The more he talked the more their usual shine faded. They all most looked empty. Like a lifeless ocean. He slammed his body into the taller man. Hugging him. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He pulled on his teacher's shirt forcing their eyes to meet. The passionate blaze in Izuku's green eyes were stunning. "You're the greatest teacher I ever had. You taught and showed be so much. I would not be where I am without you. Quirk or no quirk. You're absolutely priceless."

"To me your priceless. Weather you have a quirk or not."

A vague image of someone truly beloved to him fell over the boy. They had little outer similarities other than their eyes. The same look. The same feel. It brought back a fountain of memories. As if he was the most precious item in the world, Arata delicately placed a hand on his student's shoulder. Then he used the other to wipe away his tears. "you are so much like him."

"Like whom?"

Smiling, Arata once again placed and hand over his chest while the other was still firmly planted on Izuku's shoulder. The smile he wore was so loving yet there was this vail of sadness the child couldn't completely pick on. Still Arata answered. "The strongest man I ever had the pleasure of meaning. He was sickly and quirkless, yet he continued to survive. That was what made him so strong in my eyes. He never needed a quirk to survive. He took care of me when I could barely take care of myself. He was everything to me." He turned away from his student. He couldn't bare looking into his innocent eyes longer than he had to. His hand never leaving his chest his fist only tightened further. It shook with frustrations. Then Arata's usually high-pitched voice returned. "At any case you should go have lunch. Your classmates they must be getting impatience."

Izuku wanted to talk more. Ask more, but the aura his Sensei was given off causes him to hesitate. He was like a walking dormant volcano. His outer appearance was calm and normal. His usual self. Inside however there was rage. It was clear from that vein popping out of the clenched his fist that so desperately hung on to his chest. The boy had never seen his teacher quite like this. It scared him in a way. How he looked so calm yet could burst in a second. So, he quietly agreed. "Will you be joining us, Sensei?"

"No. I will not," he coldly replied much to the boy's disappointed.

"Oh…ok." Then Izuku slowly walked his way to the exit. Halfway there he turned around. All he could see was his sensei's back. Unmoving. He turned way again and walked out of the training hall. This will be the last time he will have his footstep in here. by the end of next week, he'll official move to the detective course. So long as the following week moves smoothly.


AN: So, so close. I think I see the end. don't know how long it will take but I can see it. 1 more big event and then rounding things off for the end.

Natza- well it wasn't really mayhem. I could have gone crazier. Just Izuku being dragged around by his classmates who are slowly gaining respect for him. That and a little insight on Arata.

acosta perez jose Ramiro – Yes poor Izuku. His classmates either ignored him or outwardly disliked him. Got stuck in the middle of a class civil war and general get looked down on. It was never going to be an easy start for him when you look at it realistically. But slowly and surely, he will gain their respect. That respect bar is going to skyrocket for the chapters to come.

Anyway that's in. one last event. I don't know how long it will be but it will be the last thing before we return to the future and end everything.