I don't really know what I'm doing. Anyway, enjoy. In this chapter, we get some more world-building, a small introduction to our new BAMF and well, talking I guess.

RE:JECT(Do you know how it's like feeling alone in a sea of people?)

"I'm not sure what to think about him."

"Which one? I know of two 'hims' you might be thinking of."

"The younger one. Duh."

"Well, excluding how he was flitting around like a person with a speed quirk on drugs, I think he's fine."

"Tell me you're not being serious right now."

"What's so bad about having a powerhouse enter UA. Would you prefer his potential go wasted?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it. The kid's a monster. Pulling weapons from nowhere, rigging pistols with explosive ammunition and threatening to pull the trigger on another student...What makes you think that he's going to become a good hero?"

"You, of all people, should understand that quirks don't make the man. It's not how 'villainous' or 'plain' your quirk can be. It's how you use it. From what we've seen, Iida Tenya was the one who instigated the warning and subsequent threat."

"It's not his quirk! He pulled a gun on someone! Sure, maybe people do it with fake guns and props, but his was real! You saw what it did to that one-pointer, what would it have done if it was fired in the midst of a crowd?"

"We took that into account of course. Originally, we weren't going to clear maybe half of his weapons, but he demonstrated their safety features. When pointed in the general direction of a human in their striking range, his physical weapons literally dismantle themselves. His guns lock up as well when the aim-assist system recognize the target as a human."

"So you're saying he damage-proofed his weapons. Seems a little far fetched."

"It's all true though. I managed to get a friend from the police force to confirm his words. I also tested it out myself."

"I'd call you insane, but that's putting it mildly. Are you sure we should let him into UA?"

"Either we watch him from the most prestigious hero school in Japan, supervised by some of the most powerful heroes and his mentor, or we leave him to walk down his own path."

"When you put it like that… I still don't like this."

"Neither do I, but he needs someone to guide him."

"On a side note, have you done the background check yet?"

"He's clean. An only child, parents are almost always away, but I managed to speak to them in person once. As for how he obtained his weapons, all research has shown is the bulk purchase of a variety of materials, nothing else. Where he gets the money, however, is still a mystery."

"I'll make sure the others keep an eye on him."

"Do so. You didn't hear this from me, but the look in his eyes…"

"It's the fire in them that scares me."

Aizawa Shouta watched from his sleeping bag, strapped to the ceiling of class 1-A(with a little help from Hizashi and copious amounts of duct tape) and observed his new batch of students. They had already begun gravitating into groups, those that were priorly acquainted already chatting away while others started to make friends. Minus a few loners, which was not surprising(not everyone can be sunshine incarnate) and the argument brewing between Iida Tenya and Bakugou Katsuki. Two students which he already had his eyes on from the start.

Let it be said that Aizawa Shouta was not lazy. He slept often to make up for his insomnia and preferred not to waste energy on pointless endeavours, but he could carry his weight in proper situations. After the class list had been announced, he had spent a few sleepless nights accompanied by a large amount of energy drinks(the last time he had bought so much was when… never mind that train of thought) making sure he knew the profiles of his students. They were meant to be the future or heroics, the one true line of defense between the inhabitants of the world and the villains seeking to accomplish their own motives. With All Might's presence as strong as ever, not many were worried about the new, deadlier villains that had shown up, for the Number One Hero was always able to save the day. Then again, not many people knew that the living legend was running on fumes. Already reduced to a measly time limit of three hours, he was further hindered by the one mark Spectre had left on the world before vanishing. No amount of medical attention, nor any type of healing or repairing quirk was able to remove the wound, only diminishing its effect on the hero. It was a grim reminder that they always had to be better. After all, the next Spectre might stick around longer. Or worse still, the original might come back.

Bakugou Katsuki. "Explosion". A highly versatile quirk in the hands of a proper vessel, but much more dangerous than what people expected. With his short-tempered manner and a lack of ability to pull his punches, Bakugou Katsuki was essentially a bomb waiting to go off.

Iida Tenya. "Engine". Like other members of the Ingenium Family, he prided himself on his speed. Unfortunately, he lacked the adaptability his older brother had, a stickler for rules, rigid and unforgiving.

The argument between the two(which had been started over Bakugou's lack of respect for school property), was slowly dissolving into a shouting match, Iida already incensed and voice booming, while Bakugou's temper ticked down when his opponent refused to let up. About to resort to blows, the two were stopped when the door opened and closed quietly, punctuated by a groan when the individual saw the bickering pair. All eyes turning to the source of the dead-sounding voice, some blinked at the unassuming figure that had just walked in, while others gulped at seeing the two holsters attached to his waist. As for the two people about to fight, Bakugou narrowed his eyes while Iida pointed a finger at him, a look of rage on his face. Before he could shatter everyone's eardrums, the figure spoke.

"Has no one noticed the caterpillar man stuck to the ceiling?"

And, as eyes flickered to the now bemused Aizawa, he smirked when the majority of his new students shrieked, even eliciting a brief flicker of shock from the deadpan face of Todoroki Shouto. The newcomer was perceptive(or had known beforehand). The smirk dimmed when he remembered the animalistic expression on his face during the entrance examination. Slapping on a disgruntled look, he strained against the duct tape for a moment before it gave way, sending his sleeping bag-cloaked form crashing face first into the floor, drawing more exclamations of surprise from observers. Inwardly laughing at the flustered teenagers, he rolled to face them, before unzipping the bag and standing up. Folding it neatly(what could he say, he actually liked the bag) and striding over to the front of the classroom, he waited patiently for the class to settle down, sitting in their allocated seats while counting how long they take to do so. Sparing a quick glance for the hint of a smile twitching at the edges of Ikari's lips, he feels what little energy he had left drain out of his body.

"It took you ten seconds to settle down. Sloppy. We'll have to shorten that time by at least four seconds."

He pulls one of the school's gym uniforms out of the drawer in front of him for dramatic effect.

"You can call me Aizawa-sensei. I will be your homeroom teacher for this year. Change and meet me at the training grounds in ten minutes. We'll be doing a Quirk-Apprehension Test."

"Aizawa-sensei, what about the opening ceremony?"

He shot a dismissive look at Uraraka, getting the intended effect(which was her shrinking under his gaze) and rubbed his eyes to soothe his frazzled nerves.

"The ceremony is a waste of time. UA prides itself on flexibility. You'll be skipping it."

He walks out of the classroom, waits beside the door for about three seconds before poking his head back into the classroom.

"Whoever takes more than ten minutes will get expelled."

Finally walking off, he hears the uproar erupt in class while making his way down the hallway, concealing his smile behind a hand. But when a pair of footsteps echo behind him(and match his pace), he spins around, instincts screaming like they did whenever he went into a fight knowing he wouldn't win. Meeting the blank face of one Shi Ikari, he forces his expression into one of absolute calm before asking a question.

"Can I help you?"

"Yuki-sensei talks quite a bit about you. Don't mind me, I've already changed."

Glancing at his attire, Aizawa was impressed(and concerned) when Shi immediately took off his shirt and revealed the second shirt underneath(and he can only hope it's the same for the teenager's pants). Raising an eyebrow, but deciding to humour him(considering the sheer amount of exposure he had to the antics of the kid's mentor and Hizashi, Shi was tame), he turned around and resumed his course. Instead of shadowing him like before, Shi sped up to walk beside him and gave Aizawa a smile. He twitches at the brightness of it and looks away, starting to mentally review the information he had on the oddity.

Shi Ikari. An odd name, considering both his surname and actual name stood for two less than reassuring phrases. Who names their child "death" and "anger"? Though it would be a good name for Bakugou. He snickered quietly at the thought. The two hand-cannons(affectionately dubbed by Ginji Yuki), were always present on his waist(and considering the numerous police reports he had found about Shi getting arrested for fighting officers after they attempted to take him in because of his guns, he was attached to them, both literally and figuratively). As seen from the entrance exam, he had plenty of other dangerous implements lying around, some of ridiculous proportions, which made him wonder how he had managed to store all of them(Power Loader had a field day after talking with the kid), but he had originally chalked it up to a storage quirk. Unfortunately, he had been proven wrong when he had finally extracted the quirk from his mentor(with a lot of bribery). His quirk was simple, one that people would consider weak, but the training he had invested into it made it really, really terrifying. Compared to the other flashier, more impressive quirks that his classmates possessed, he was at a disadvantage. However(the spring in his step spoke volumes about his mental state when you considered what he had to do to train), the experience that he had built up would definitely make him one of the most powerful members of the class(provided that he continued improving at the same rate).

And then, there was his link to Ginji Yuki, the single most infuriating criminal profiler(who had become a "hero", mostly against his will). Both were weirder than they came across, tapped into power that dwarfed their appearance and had a tendency to shift into a "battle mode". The few differences that he could count was their personalities, their age and their quirks.

"Sensei, do you ever think about tying up your hair? It might help you."

The simple question, asked with the innocence of someone that was just curious about something, brought on an unwanted flashback to another person who had mentioned the same advice.

"It's too much effort and never works for long."

That was a blatant lie.

"Now that you're here, I'll be explaining what testing you will go through. You'll be going through a series of physical assessments, not limited to the usual tests done in other schools. Only difference is, you are allowed to use your quirks to boost your score."

Small gasps(and some hints of excitement) met his declaration and he could already see Bakugou grinning ferally while small explosions went off in his hands. Waiting for the murmurs to stop, he tossed a baseball to Shi, ignoring the yelp of surprise(and the few quiet laughs) when his hands missed it and the ball bounced off his forehead.

"What was your record for throwing a ball back in middle school?"

"Maybe forty meters?"

"Throw the ball, but use your quirk to help boost it instead of relying on your own physical strength."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to freak anyone out." Flexing his fingers around the ball, Shi Ikari stared nervously at the rest of his classmates, avoiding their eyes. Bakugo scoffed at him.

"Sensei, if the extra doesn't want to throw the ball, let me show her how a real hero does it." Outwardly, Aizawa gave Bakugou a disapproving look. Inwardly, Aizawa was grinning. His careless words had caused Shi to tighten his grip on the ball, all hesitance gone, eyes gleaming as his mouth twisted into a snarl. Bakugou had made a serious error.

"One. Never mistake me for a girl." He drew his hand back, eyes narrowing.

"Two. Never call yourself a hero unless you are one." Rotating his arm, the limb slowly began to pick up speed.

"Three. Anyone with a weak stomach should cover their eyes." As his joints began to creak, he gritted his teeth and picked up even more speed.

To the horror of his classmates, Shi's arm started resembling a crank handle with how fast it was going, small grinding noises occurring with each turn. Instead of rotating regularly, it was going in a straight circle, ignoring the fact that the shoulder joint wasn't designed for such movements About five seconds after he had gotten serious, his arm was a blur producing loud cracks and pops.

To the untrained eye, one moment the ball was in his hand, the next it wasn't. Only Aizawa was able to follow the motions Shi was going through. Snapping his wrist with a sharp flick just as he stopped gathering momentum, he screamed as an earsplitting boom resonated through the air. Once done, he stood on the spot, panting as his arm dangled limply by his side. The throwing arm was loosely connected to the shoulder, hand craned back so much that it was now parallel to the arm, nearly completely detached from its socket.

Aizawa grimaced as more than one student threw up, others screaming about how "his arm was destroyed" and "what part of that is using a quirk". Slowly(or quickly, depending on how you viewed it), his arm returned to normal, hand realigning, shoulder joint looking more and more normal with each second that passed. Within thirty seconds and several gut-wrenching pops and clicks, his arm was perfectly fine(albeit a little stiff judging from the disgruntled look on Shi's face).

"The main reason I picked Shi Ikari was that I needed to send a message. The Hero Course is not fun and games. You will be forced to push yourself to your limits, surpass them even. If you can't stomach a broken arm, you won't last long in Heroics."

"What kind of fucking bullshit is that? What Quirk does this pansy have that makes him so special?"

Aizawa watched the furious look on one Bakugou Katsuki's face, shaking his head at the arrogance lacing his words. Pulling out the device recording Shi's throwing distance, he displayed the numbers on the screen.

"Shi Ikari. Name of Quirk, 'Unbreakable'. It returns his body to its original state after sustaining damage. However, taking damage improves the parts that have taken damage. Almost like how muscles get stronger after tearing. Compared to your Quirks, his requires much more practice. And as you can see, that practice pays off."

Distance the ball travelled. Eight hundred meters.

"And as for the second reason I picked him…"

Shi Ikari finished Aizawa's sentence, not even blinking an eye at the score he just obtained.

"I'm the guy with the highest score on the entrance exam."

Apart from the dramatic start to the Quirk-Apprehension Test, the rest of it progressed relatively calmly. Minus the fact that Shi was breaking his limbs in every section of it. That was something that Aizawa didn't think he would ever condone(until now). If someone had come in with a strength-augmentation quirk that broke their bones every time they used it, he would have found a way to make sure the person limited the damage or removed the chance of injury entirely.

He paused when the feeling of getting laughed at washed over him.

Much to the frustration of the recommended students(especially Todoroki Shouto) and the more powerful members of the class(*cough*, Bakugou, *cough*), he had dominated every exercise barring the ball toss, which Uraraka won with an infinite score due to sending the ball floating away into the atmosphere(he briefly wondered if the ball would come back down when she deactivated the quirk). And, to their continued irritation, he had resumed his easy nature, pestering people over their quirks and laughing when Aoyama fell flat on his face after using his quirk too much. The only time he had reverted back to his serious mode was when Mineta tried to launch himself into Yaoyorozu by pretense of tripping. He had stopped staring into space in order to lightly(by his standards, not regular human standards) kick the purple-haired midget in the chest and into Bakugou, who responded by blasting him with several explosions. After scolding both of them for unnecessary usage of force, Shi gave him a blank look and a thumbs down, indicating Mineta, who was bemoaning the loss of the chance to "finally touch some decent pillows". Sighing, Aizawa tilted his head in agreement.

"My kid here knows how to read people better than I do, so if he disapproves of anyone, keep an eye on them."

After showing them their scores(with Mineta in last place), he revealed that the student who did the poorest would be expelled. Mineta's reactions would determine his fate.

"I can't get kicked out of the Hero Course! I haven't even gotten the chance to get some beautiful girls!"

And of course, he managed to disappoint even Aizawa's low expectations. Now assured of his choice, he pointed a finger in the general direction of class 1-A.

"Get your things and leave. I only accept students with potential."

After the short student had run off, bawling and shrieking about the unfairness of it all, Kaminari spoke up.

"Sensei, wasn't that a little harsh? We've been here for barely a day, it's hardly fair to crush his dreams before they even began!"

Several others put in their two-cents, also agreeing with the blonde student. Making note of who agreed, he was about to answer when Shi snorted.

"Unfair? Aizawa-sensei gave him a chance. If he had a good reason to want to stay in the Hero course, Aizawa-sensei would have let him stay. But that purple-haired brat only complained about not being able to feel someone else up. You guys want a pervert in the course? If you want that, sure. But I don't. And I don't think that the girls in UA want one constantly following after them like a dog." His piece said, the green-haired student walked off after a quick look at the screen, ignoring the glares sent his way.

As expected, he was in first place.

"Problem child. Where are you going?"

"To change up."

"Make sure you stop by Recovery Girl's office and let her check on you."

Turning around, Shi smiled weakly at Aizawa, a forlorn look in his eyes. Nodding, he walked off. Any strength that was in his posture was gone, now he seemed a lot shorter than he originally was. Watching his retreating back, Aizawa sighed and rubbed an eye. He always felt older than he was when his (now actually a student)charge went into one of his moods. "Damned Ginji. Sticking me with a kid that acts like he's been through a war."

In the boys-section of the changing room, Shi Ikari removed his gym clothes and put his uniform back on. Fiddling with the tie longer than he did to change attire, he walked out the room and rounded the corner to collide with someone. Quickly latching onto the other's shoulder, he said a quick apology before attempting to speed-walk away from the situation. A call over his shoulder made him freeze, then slump in dismay. Slowly turning around, he let out a small "oof" when he was shoved in the chest. Instead of falling backwards however, he started floating, bumping gently against the ceiling. Meeting the eyes of the perpetrator, he groaned.

"What do you want?"

"This way, you can't run away again."

"Don't tempt me."

"Is it really that hard to stick around people for extended periods of time?"

"When they're as annoying as that purple-haired pervert, yes."

Uraraka Ochako snickered at the honest answer and the deadpan tone he had delivered it in. Then she took a deep breath, hesitated and bowed to the confused human balloon.

"Thank you for saving my life."

He flushed, looking away sheepishly and scratching a cheek.

"You don't have to thank me for that. I just happened to be there."

"Stop lying. We both know you were the only one to stick around after the zero pointer showed up. And when I woke up, they told me that you were the only one who dared to fight it, even though it wasn't worth anything. Why did you do it?"

"Why did I save your life? Because life is precious. Because life needs to be protected. Now, if that's all, I really do need to go." To her amusement, he had begun to walk away, feet on the ceiling. Yet, that amusement quickly faded with her next question.

"I knew my legs were crushed. However, they were perfectly fine when I woke up. How did you fix them?"

His posture tensed up and Shi's expression was like watching a set of doors slam shut and lock themselves.

"Some secrets are best kept secret, Uraraka. Some things you would prefer not knowing." After that admittedly ominous statement, he kicked lightly off the ceiling and started floating away, much to her incredulity. Scowling at the rudeness of his dismissal, she counted to ten before tapping her fingers together and releasing her quirk.

The sudden crash and subsequent yell brightened her dull mood quickly, as did the awkward form she found him in later, still lying on the ground, legs tangled between his arms.

These chapters are getting longer. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, considering I feel that the content is getting a little bit more stale with each word I type. Anyhow, I hope this was a good chapter. As for some of the comments I received, let me clear up any misconceptions. I have two OCs in the story right now, Ginji and Shi. Because I'm not exactly good at naming people, their names are almost a direct translation of certain words.