Totally meant to put this up before now! So sorry guys!

Regardless, I'm so happy you all are enjoying my OC so far! I hope you all stick around for more of her story!

Real quick, I wanna reply to the lovely guest reviews I've gotten since I last updated!

LeagueOfLegends: Yeah she wasn't gonna keep it secret much longer, but then it slipped out lol. Yes, Katsuki is a jerk right now, but he'll get better! :) Takara can only control earth and water, so she's half the Avatar. I'm so happy you know Last Airbender! XD

Haha Aizawa is certainly not the bundle of hyperactive energy Present Mic is, but I think they work well together, somehow. :)

Guest: Oh my gosh yes those probably are her favorite things, after her family of course. Midoriya is so pure, you're right! I love him! I hope you stay safe too, friend! Wash your hands frequently and don't touch your eyes or nose! *thumbs up*

Anyway, thank you all for the feedback and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

[Quick Recap]

"I'm sorry, Midoryia, but with your power, there's no way someone like you can become a hero."

That does it. Student or no student, I had to do something.

"Mom, enough!" I bark, and it takes several seconds before I realize what I'd called her.

I clap my hands over my mouth. Shit.

Guess the cat's out of the bag now...

Unsurprisingly, everyone was shocked.

I sigh, then give Mom an apologetic look.

Mom glances at me sternly before turning back to Izuku. "You have the same reckless passion as another overzealous hero I know; one who saved a thousand people by himself and became a legend." She continues, "But, even with that drive, you're useless if you can only throw a single punch before breaking down."

I take a step back. Guess Teacher!Mom really is different.

"Mom!" I snap. "You said yourself; it's not the Quirk that defines you, it's how you use it." I point out.

Mom tsks and releases Izuku.

"I've returned your impractical Quirk. Take your throw." She says. "And, Takara, I'd appreciate it if you didn't act as my daughter in class from here on, alright?"

I nod. "I know. It just slipped out." I murmur meekly. "Sorry."

She sighs. "Try not to let it slip out again, alright?." She replies, resuming her place observing the others, putting in eye drops as she waits for Izuku to throw the ball.

I drag my feet back to the others as Izuku retrieves the ball.

Mom hadn't counted his first throw to prove a point. Now, it would factor into his placement on this overall test. He needs a good score!

"You didn't tell me both your parents were teachers." Eijiro mutters. I deflate, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear.

"You didn't ask. Sorry." I mumble. It was a classic excuse, but it was accurate.

He hadn't outright asked, and I didn't want his first real impression (and the impressions of my classmates) of me framed by my parents. I wanted to make my own impression and let them see who I really was.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He says, apparently seeing my discomfort. "I think it's cool, Takara. Really."

I smile. "Thanks."

Izuku then takes a step back, holding the ball ready. I turn my head and watch as he launches it, a strange glow in his arm. I swallow. What was he doing?

"Smmaaaash!" Izuku roars, and the ball goes flying, just like with Katsuki.

705.3 meters the robot recited.

I blink. Holy shit! He used his finger to power the ball so he could still compete! "It's just like your daughter said, Mrs. Aizawa; it's how you use your Quirk, not what the Quirk is, that defines you." He says. "And, well...I'm still standing!" I laugh, unable to resist clapping.

It seems everyone is thoroughly distracted from my slip-up calling Mom 'Mom' and I'm fine with that.

"He threw it over 700 meters?!" The blonde-black streak boy exclaims.

"Dude, why are you surprised? You heard he took out the 0-pointer all by himself, right?" I point out.

He blinks. "Oh, yeah! Guess you're right." He admits, grinning.

"Nice!" Ochaco cheers. "He's finally showing us his true power!"

"But his finger appears to be broken." Tenya counters. "Just like in the exam. His Quirk is very odd."

I shrug. I knew what the deal was, but couldn't say it aloud. "Well, most Quirks have a drawback, right? This is just his drawback." I muse instead.

"I suppose." Tenya replies thoughtfully, holding his chin. He then turns to me. "By the way, I can see why you didn't tell anyone Mrs. Yamada and her husband were your parents. It can change people's perceptions of you."

I wasn't sure why he chose to say that now, but I smile, happy he understood and wasn't upset.

"Yeah...sorry. I just never really said anything unless directly asked. I didn't mean to call her 'mom'." I reply.

Before Tenya can respond, Katsuki tears forward, roaring angrily.

"Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that or you're dead!"

I sprint forward, stopping at Mom's outstretched hand. Izuku can only scream in terror as Mom's capture weapon lurches forward, snapping around Katsuki's chest and forehead.

"What the- -why the hell is your damn scarf...so strong?!" Katsuki growls, struggling to get away and reach Izuku.

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy." Mom replies easily, keeping Katsuki still, glaring at him. "Stand down!" She barks, furious. "It'd be wise to avoid making me use my Quirk so much;" She continues in the menacing tone I'd only heard very rarely before, "it gives me serious dry eye!"

When Katsuki appears to obey, Mom releases him, sighing as she blinks and her hair flops back down over her eyes. "You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up." Izuku walks timidly past Katsuki, who simply stands there, shaking (with what, I can't tell. Rage? Confusion?), and rejoins us.

"Is your finger okay?" Ochaco asks when Izuku arrives.

"Sure." He replies. "Fine."

Mom snaps at us and we continue the throwing test.

Soon enough, it's on to sit-ups. As many as we could do in 5 minutes.

Eijiro asked if I'd be his partner and I agreed. It seemed to take forever, but I ended up with a good score. 213, thanks to using the water as a springboard. Then, it was Eijiro's turn. He got about 170 in, and seemed deflated, so I grin encouragingly at him.

"Awesome job!"

He sighs. "Thanks, but you got almost 50 more situps in then I did."

I shrug. "Eijiro, you still did really good! This is a test not a lot of Quirks will help with. Mine only got me a little extra spring. That's all. Your score is really impressive!" I assure him.

He shrugs noncommittally. "If you say so." It was a common response of his when he felt I did a lot better than him at something and I tried to tell him he did amazing, too.

I wondered just what made him so certain he wasn't that great, but I was determined to prove him wrong.

"I do say so, so you better believe it!" I reply before Mom calls out that we're moving on to the Seated Toe Touch test.

There wasn't much my Quirk could do to help, so I got a fairly average score. In fact, hardly anyone's Quirks were suited for simply stretching over and trying to touch your toes.

Once we were all done, Mom led us to the large recreational area where we'd done the ball throw. The next test was the Long Distance Run, Mom announced.

I smirk confidently.

Naturally, Tenya would most likely get first, but I could get a good placing, I just know it! It was a mile race, and I ended up in fifth place! Eijiro wasn't far behind me, coming in seventh, a sandy-haired boy with a tail between us. I bent over, panting, before the boy came over.

"Nice race!" He says, smiling.

I straighten and shake his hand. "Thanks."

"I'm Ojiro Mashairo." He introduces.

"I'm guessing you already know my name, huh?" I mumble, scratching the back of my neck.

He nods. "Yeah, and I get why you didn't want to tell us just yet."

I smile. "Thanks. I probably should have just told you my last name at first, then let you all figure it out, but I decided I wanted to have my first impression be as Takara, not Present Mic and Eraserhead's kid." I explain.

Ojiro nods. "I get that." I grin, then Mom calls us together.

"Alright, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list; it's not worth going over each individual score."

And so she does; I find my name in the 9th slot, between Eijiro and Mina, and grimace. Not as good as I wanted, but not bad, either, I guess. Mom glances at me, a tiny smirk on her face and I feel better. She thought I did good. That was enough.

I then continue reading the list and- -shit! Izuku's in last place, even with that ball throw!

I look over and he's shaking, devastated. I bite my lip. There wasn't anything I could do.

He'd be sent home.

He'd be expelled.

He looked down, gripping his wrist like it would keep him together and prevent him from breaking down.

Just as I begin pivoting to walk over, the scores are retracted and Mom chuckles. "And I was lying; no one's going home." My heart skips a beat. Wait, what?! "That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests." She explains.

She'd never done that with me! It was totally new!

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out." A girl with long black hair muses. "I'm sorry; guess I probably should have said something." We all look at her in various degrees of 'duh'.

"How would we have figured that out?" I grumble under my breath. The straight-black-haired boy turns to Eijiro.

"That was pretty nerve-wracking, huh?" He asks.

"Nah. I'll always down for a challenge!" Eijiro replies, eyes glinting and fist clenched in determination.

"That's it for today." Mom says. "Pick up a syllabus in the classroom, read it over before tomorrow. Midoriya," She hands him a note. "take this and have the old lady look you over. Things'll be more difficult once your actual training begins." She warns, then puts a hand on my shoulder. "Make sure you're prepared. Come on, Takara. We have to find Hizashi." I nod, waving goodbye and following Mom. "It was interesting that you didn't tell people who you are right off the bat." She muses.

I gulp.

Would she be upset? Today, Mom had acted so different than she normally did, I couldn't tell how she'd react anymore.

"We-well, I wanted to make the first impression of myself as Takara, not as Present Mic and Eraserhead's daughter." I mumble, fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"Huh." She replies vaguely, expression unreadable. "So it's a mix, then, of both of us." She muses, but before I can respond to that, I spot Toshin-Oji standing there like he'd been looking in on us for a while.

"Aizawa, that was a rotten move." He grumbles. So he had been watching. I thought he might, but why? To see what Izuku would do?

"All Might." Mom replies casually. "So, you were watching. No talk shows today?"

"Mom, he doesn't do that many talk shows." I point out.

"That's beside the point." Toshin-Oji replies, eyes never leaving Mom. "A 'rational deception'? That's cute, but you're not exactly known for being light-hearted." I raise a brow. Why was he so mad? Because Izuku could have been expelled? "I read your file; last year, you expelled an entire class of freshman students. You have no problem kicking students out; anyone you deem unworthy."

I blink several times. Guess there was a reason Mom didn't take work home. She was so different at UA versus at home, I almost don't recognize her. "You were planning to send last place home." I swallow. Mom wouldn't really do that...would she? "So, that must mean you see the same potential in young Midoriya that I do!"

Mom raises a brow, then turns to All Might. "What's this about?" She asks. "It almost sounds like you've been in his corner the whole time. And Takara, as well, though I suppose that's because she was with him during the sludge villain attack." Toshin-Oji flinches, but doesn't reply.

"Mom, please." I mumble.

"Regardless, isn't it a little early for you to be playing favorites?" Mom asks coyly, like I hadn't said anything. She then starts walking again. "Midoriya doesn't have 0 potential, I admit." She adds. "If that were the case, I would have sent him home after class without hesitation." I swallow. Would she really? She sighs. "It's cruel to let a kid keep dreaming of something that will never come true."

I frown, but wave goodbye to Toshin-Oji and jog back to Mom.

"Mom, Izuku's gonna become a hero. He won't give up."

She smiles. "I don't expect him to, Takara. But I won't make it easier for him, either. I'll treat him like I would any other student. Everyone was under the same pressure in those tests and they all showed their potential today. I didn't see any reasons for expulsion."

I nod and smile. This was closer to the Mom I knew at home. We walk to the teacher's lounge and find Dad sleeping with his head on a table. I chuckle and run my fingers up his ribs.

"Dad, there's a spider!" I exclaim. He leaps up, patting himself down, but then notices that I'm laughing and calms.

"That's not funny, Tik-Tik. Hey, Shota." He says, yawning and kissing Mom. "Running the orientation was no easy task." He muses, rubbing his eyes.

Mom chuckles. "Mmhmm. Nor was managing 21 kids. How about we grab coffee on the way home?"

Dad instantly perks up. "That sounds awesome!" He says.

I find myself craving coffee, too. I'd used my Quirk a lot. It took its toll. But maybe I just need food. After all, there wasn't much time for lunch while the tests were underway, for me at least.

I yawn and Mom frowns. "We need to get you food, too. You're ready to pass out." She muses, offering support.

I nod, rubbing my eyes and leaning on her.

The true downside of my Quirk, we'd discovered, was that it took blood sugar to activate my mental control of water and earth, and since earth was stubborn and hard, it cost a lot more. "You know, your classmates are pretty cool, from what I saw." Dad points out, yawning and leading the way to the cafeteria, labeled Lunch Rush (like the hero? Cool!). "If you want to invite them over, I wouldn't say no."

I pause, mulling it over. I didn't know them yet. But maybe after getting to know them, I would.

"I'll keep it in mind." I reply, side-hugging Dad as we walk to the cafeteria.

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"Alright, alright, alright!" Dad exclaims, seeing everyone seated and ready for the English lesson. "Before we get started, listeners, I have a special shout-out to give."

I pale, freezing in terror. He wouldn't...

Would he? "Most of you know my amazing daughter already from yesterday's performance on the Quirk Assessment Test, but I wanna formally introduce her! Tik-Tak, c'mon up here!" I am so red and flustered, I can only shake my head, slumping onto the desk as several chuckles ring the room. I hide my face in my arms. "Ah, well, she's shy." Dad acknowledges a moment later, and I swear his voice has a twinge of regret before he seems to revert to his normal self. "So, let's move along to the rockin' lesson I have for you all!"

Thankfully, the other teachers didn't seem intent on embarrassing me in front of my class, and before I know it, it was finally time for Hero Basic Training.

"I hear Hizashi felt the need for a 'shout out' in his class." Toshin-Oji muses, in his thin form. I'd arrived early, sulking at Mom's podium until he spoke.

"Yeah. He even called me Tik-Tak!" I grumble.

"He loves you and probably couldn't contain himself."

I sigh, deflating. "I know, but...I just don't like being put on the spot like that. Everyone laughed at me!"

"Not everyone's nickname is a candy." Toshin-Oji retorts wryly. I swat at his arm.

"Not helping!" I protest.

Eijiro then walks in. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, setting his bag down and walking over.

I sigh. "Just Dad's 'shout out' in English."

Eijiro smiles. "Well, I think it was pretty typical of a dad to brag about their kid."

I sigh. "I guess you're right." I turn to Toshin-Oji. "Do you have to get back to work, Toshin-Oji?" I ask as Katsuki sulks in, glaring at us as he claims the desk he used yesterday. Like anyone was stupid enough to confuse his desk for theirs.

Toshin-Oji smiles gratefully for my excuse for his exit to change and become All Might (Dad told me Mom was letting my 'uncle' sub for her class today as something came up at her agency).

"Ah, yes. Thank you. I'll see you later, Takara." He says, waving from the door.

I wave back as he leaves and more of my classmates arrive.

"Afternoon, Yamada." Tenya says, seating himself and waiting for the teacher.

I nod, smiling. "Hey, what's with the last name?" I tease. "Told yah to call me Takara."

"Ah, yes. Sorry."

I shrug. "All good."

Soon enough, we're all seated and waiting for All Might.

He arrives moments later. "I am...here! Coming through the door like a hero!" He exclaims, in a kinda weird pose, grinning and in general being overdramatic. He strides to the podium as we all chatter excitedly.

"So he is a teacher!" Eijiro exclaims. "This year is gonna be totally awesome!"

I grin. "Right?!"

A girl with dark green hair in the row behind Eijiro and I looks at his costume. "Is that his silver age costume?" She asks.

I tilt my head. "I think so."

"I'm getting goosebumps! It's so retro!" The boy with a tail (Oshio? Maybe?) murmurs.

"Welcome to the most important class at UA High; think of it as Hero-ing 101!" All Might begins. "Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro, and what it means to fight in the name of good!" He strikes a pose and reveals a card that says 'Battle'. "Let's get to it! Today's lesson will pull no punches!"

I flinch. Were they serious? Were we really gonna fight each other?

"Fight training!" Katsuki exclaims, an unusual amount of glee in his voice.

"Real combat?" Izuku mumbles nervously, and I find that a much more realistic reaction.

"And one of the keys of being a hero iiisss...looking good!" Toshin-Oji calls like we hadn't said anything and points to the back wall. There were rectangular slots that opened up and out came racks of numbered cases. "These were designed for you based on your Quirk Registration Forms and the request you sent in before school started." All Might explains.

Everyone cheers excitedly. I wondered how they'd react to my choice of a fox-themed outfit. For some reason, that was all I could think of when I sat down to design a hero outfit.

I'd even thought of my hero name to go with the outfit; The Elemental Heroine, Kitsune! It was what I wanted, and Mom and Dad were fine with it, so I submitted the Kitsune design and didn't regret it.

I move and grab the case with the number of my desk and follow All Might's instruction to 'get suited up' in the changing room.

I open it and pull out the black bodysuit first. I go to a curtained room and get started changing. The bodysuit was almost skin-tight, but not quite, like I asked. I was surprised at how breathable and light the fabric was, but it also felt sturdy and reliable. I then pull out the orange half-sleeved overcoat. It covered from my chest to my hips, dropping behind me in a kind of tail, with a Mandarin neckline and zipper down my chest. I clipped my slate grey belt (with spaces for water or snacks to boost my blood sugar on the go) on and it fits perfectly. I then put my boots on. They were a sunset orange, like the overcoat, almost knee-high, and came with knee pads tucked into them to save space. The soles of the boots weren't overly thick and heavy, with small spikes to provide traction. With the boots on, all that was left was my headgear and gloves. The headgear was also sunset orange, with fox ears coming off the sides of my head, also sunset orange, fading to black at the tips. The gloves' fingers were black, and the rest was the orange of the rest of my suit. I tried a few stretches, and it felt great!

"Wow!" I hear Mina exclaim from behind me. "That looks great on you, girl, but...I thought your Quirk was water?"

I grin. "Water and earth, actually. Earth's just a lot harder to control, so I use it to track vibrations. Also, I really like foxes and wolves, so I crafted an outfit to match." I explain.

Ochaco grins. She has a black bodysuit, too, but it looks tighter than mine. She has a cute pink and white belt and a nice design over her chest. There were bracelets over her wrists and her boots had a rounded, almost balloon-look to them, going all the way to her knee with a bit of heel. It was a simple look and she had a visor to protect her face. All in all, a great outfit.

"That looks so cool, Yamada!" She says, then scratches the back of her neck. "I didn't mean to ask for something skin-tight. I normally wear looser stuff…"

"I do, too!" I reply, trying to help her feel better. "Call me Takara, by the way, and, with everything else, it looks great. I like your suit, too!" I then look over and am a little shocked at the girl with long black-hair's costume. It was red, looking kinda like Oba Nemuri's...but… "Wow...um...that's an interesting costume…" I mumble, blushing a little.

She showed a lot of skin.

"My Quirk is Creation, and the creations come out of my skin, so I had to have something that works with that."

I nod. "Yeah." I reply. "Makes sense. Sorry."

She smiles. "My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. I know it's a bit revealing, but I have to dress like this, with my Quirk. I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable."

I smile sheepishly. "Oh, no! I just...it took me a little by surprise is all. I didn't know what your Quirk was." I explain as we walk out.

"Alright." She says and we drop the conversation.

I then see the boys and- -holy- -whoa! Eijiro! His hero outfit, like Momo's, catered to his Quirk, but...did he have to just not wear any shirt?! "N-nice outfit, Eijiro…" I mumble, blushing scarlet.

He was jacked! He had a defined six-pack and those arms were well-muscled. He had a jawguard on that looked almost like a muzzle, with cog-wheel looking things over his shoulders and a half-skirt-thing tucked into his belt, which had a stylized 'R' on the buckle. His pants were baggy dark grey cargo pants and he wore a pair of dark red mid-shin-high boots.

"Thanks! You look...you look amazing, too!" He replies, chuckling. Was it just me or was Eijiro blushing as much as I was?

Just me? Figures...

I move automatically with everyone else, but I can't stop glancing over at Eijiro.

He'd been wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the entrance exam and the uniform after that, so I was completely caught off guard.

How was he so ripped?! Finally, we arrive at Training Ground Beta and head down the tunnel.

"They say that 'clothes make the pros', young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof! Take this to heart; from now on, you're all Heroes in Training!" Toshin-Oji all but squeals when we arrive. "It's getting me all ramped up! You look so cool!" He calms a little, clearing his throat, "Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?" Izuku, having taken a little while longer to get dressed, finally arrived.

At first, I thought his costume was modeled after a rabbit, then I remembered his favorite hero and shake with the effort to contain laughter. It was a super obvious nod to All Might!

"Nice costume, Izuku!" I greet.

"Yeah! Not too flashy, Deku! I like it!" Ochaco chimes in, and Izuku is startled when he takes in his friend's costume, cheeks flaring under his face mask. "I should have been more specific about what I wanted; this bodysuit is skin-tight. Not really my style…"

"Now that you're ready," Toshin-Oji calls as he takes all of our costumes in. "it's time for combat training!" Tenya (or I think it's Tenya; no one else's calves are that thick) immediately raises a hand.

He almost looks like a transformer, and I realize he's modeled his hero suit off Ingenium...hold on. They're brothers! Tenya and Ingenium! Wow!

"Sir, this is the city from the entrance exam. Does this mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?" Tenya asks, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Not quite!" Toshin-Oji replies. "I'm gonna move you two steps ahead! Most of the villain attacks you see on the news happen outside. However, statistically, run-ins with the more dastardly villains happen indoors. Think about it; back room deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals remain in the shadows. For this training exercise, I'll be splitting you into teams of two; good guys and bad guys, fighting two-on-two teams!"

"Isn't this a little advanced?" That girl with dark green hair asks, tilting her head. She wears a green bodysuit with dulled yellow goggles.

"The best training is what you get on the battlefield." Toshin-Oji points out. "But remember; you can't just punch a robot this time; you're dealing with actual people now." Questions flew thick a fast, things like 'how will you split us up?', 'how bad can we hurt the other team?' (from Bakugo, unsurprisingly), and a lot of others.

"I wasn't finished speaking!" Toshin-Oji exclaims. He then clears his throat and draws out a small notebook. "The situation is this; the villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in the building. The heroes must either retrieve the weapon or capture the villains to pass. But, time is limited! Teams will be decided by drawing lots!"

"Isn't there a better way?" Tenya asks.

"Think about it." Izuku counters. "Heroes have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here."

Tenya nods. "Ah, I see. Life is a random series of events." He replies. "Excuse my rudeness!"

"No sweat!" Toshin-Oji cheers, "Let's draw!" In everyone's rush to draw, I'm left a bit behind, and can't get through til almost everyone has drawn. When I reach my hand in, however, I find there's only one ball left and I wander around, trying to find the other person with a 'K' on their ball. Toshin-Oji flinches when I can't find anyone. "Ah, Takara! I should have considered that the class is unevenly numbered. Hmm...it wouldn't be right to leave you solo...hmm...Well, I'm sorry, but for now, just watch and we'll see how we can get you into a battle. Sound okay?"

I nod awkwardly. "Yeah."

All Might gives me an apologetic look before he clears his throat and moved to two boxes labelled 'Heroes' and 'Villains'.

"I declare that the first two teams to fight will be…" He draws a ball from each and holds them up. 'D' and 'A'. "These guys!" I gulp.

'D' was Katsuki and Tenya. 'A' was Ochaco and Izuku.

Katsuki hated Izuku. This was so not going to end well.