U.A. ENTRANCE EXAM!

THE DAY WHERE THE NEXT GENERATION OF ASPIRING HEROES TAKES THEIR FIRST STEP TOWARDS THEIR DREAMS!

THE PRESTIGIOUS HIGHSCHOOL OF HEROISM!

NUMBER ONE IN JAPAN!

Katsuki Bakugo arrived at the school grounds. The presence of Japan's great heroics academy weighing down on him, making it clear this will not be easy, this will not be like all the other schools he attended until now. Worthless faculty and teachers, the weak and bottom of the barrel students, who didn't hold a candle to Katsuki's raw talent! The endless praise he got inflated his ego larger than any zeppelin on the planet, even larger than Zeppel-Led, the Zeppelin Hero!

This was it. The first big step to becoming the best, better than the Number One Hero, better than even shitty Deku! Just because he was gone, it didn't mean Katsuki would stop, that bastard would have tried upstarting him if he was still around, Katsuki knew this. In a bizarre sense, their rivalry hasn't ended yet, it lived on through Katsuki alone.

The announcement for the students remaining outside to enter called, and Katsuki Bakugo, followed by Eijiro Kirishima and many others, entered the campus building, and the Entrance Exam would begin!

But.

This is not the focus of today's story.

Rather, let us shift to a building in Kamino, Yokohama. Said building contained nefarious secrets, horrible, and otherworldly. Unbeknownst to anyone who set foot into it, especially for its small but still luxurious bar. It was notable among small time crooks and other unsavory types, not just for its shadow bartender, Kurogiri, but for the employment of the 15 year old Tomura Shigaraki, the fluffy haired boy, the miracle alcohol brewer who couldn't taste alcohol himself, ironic as it may be for a villain to follow that specific law. Although, it was primarily Kurogiri who denied him alcohol, to ensure his mind and body remain healthy.

The bar operated on a 24/7 basis. At least, in theory. In reality, it operated on a "whenever we need money" basis. It could remain closed for or even days, and randomly open for days straight on end, just because the owners required money, or perhaps, to keep up the act of being a proper bar. Information was also a valued resource for the owners, as drunk patrons were much more honest with themselves. A few pints of strong alcohol were enough to ease someone up and begin spilling all kinds of dirty secrets for use later, from affairs and drug usage, to something more severe, including human trafficking and assisting in murders.

Tomura, the waiter, bartender and janitor all in one, ran across the patrons, some regular, getting their orders all written down, before rushing over to the bar itself to prepare all the drinks. He sported the typical attire of a bartender, but with a rather silly, plaid bowtie, contrasting heavily with his simple black vest and white undershirt, while his pants were red and striped. The boy's simple black eyes gave new patrons uneasy feelings, but after a few conversations with him they softened up to him. He still was a boy, bright as day, despite his ambitions being unsavory and unknown to them.

"Man, I still don't understand how you guys can name your stuff like Extra Crimson Riot and not get sued to hell!" One of the regulars said, commenting on the fine line of copyright the bar was towing.

"It's easy to avoid it when you're an unknown bar operating with an illegal license." Kurogiri casually replied, not even bothering to hide that this was barely a legitimate business. The patrons, of course, merely laughed it off as a joke by the bartender, unaware he was 100% serious. And incapable of jokes.

The dark-green haired boy shook a cocktail shaker, preparing multiple drinks for patrons of the bar, not even looking at it as his eyes were focused on Kurogiri, who had rolled up his sleeves to clean some cups, scrubbing them with a towel "Kurogiri, don't forget Giran said he wanted us to meet with him later. Something about new recruits." Tomura reminded Kurogiri, though it was unlikely the diligent guardian would forget such a thing. If anything, he would be the one reminding Tomura.

Kurogiri did not sigh or make any sort of noise indicating how he felt, but Tomura knew the man long enough to tell he was rather exasperated with the recent recruits they have been gathering, large as that number may be "It would be preferable if he found ones who can do a simple task as helping around a bar." He replied "I do not understand why we must keep up this charade, but more employees would be helpful, even at the cost of giving your practice." Once again, the patrons merely took Kurogiri's comments as purely thought out jokes and snarky comments.

Hours later, Tomura was sweeping the floors, and wiping the tables clean, doing all the cleaning himself as he had for the last decade. The routine became ingrained into his body, so much it moved on its own. He knew every corner and inch of this bar, from every chair and hanging painting, to every splinter and nail in the walls and floors. If anyone knew it better than him, it would be Kurogiri, the one who occupied it before he arrived.

By the time he had finished, their ally had arrived, a man named Kagero Okuta, otherwise known as Giran. A man with gaudy fashion, wearing a matching purple blazer and pants, with a white shirt underneath the jacket, ashen grey hair, showing his rather advanced age, with a mustache and goatee. He wore circular glasses, with black lenses that could hide his pink eyes unless one looked closely, with a noticeable gap in his teeth, specifically in the middle of his upper jaw, and a cigarette in his mouth. Completing the look was his fluffy scarf, that possessed a rather visceral color of pink that would make anyone mistake it for intestines.

"'Sup, kid?" Giran casually greeted Tomura, before sitting down on a table, casually stretching his arms across the chair, taking a large puff of his cigar, spreading smoke and its stench about the bar "Hey, how about that Mount Lady Alcoholic Springs? Even if it's bootleg stuff, Tomura's skills make it worth. You still sure you don't wanna look into becoming a full-time bartender and working for me, kid?".

"M-...Mister Giran, sir, please don't smoke in the bar, we've requested this of you everytime!" Tomura requested of the man. He had the face of a thug, but Tomura knew he at least had professionalism when it came to his trusted clients.

"Ah, you kids." Giran laughed, but obliged with Tomura's request, burning out the cigar on the table's ashtray "Sit down, I got good news for you, the drink can wait." Tomura quickly sat down on the other end of the table, face to face with Giran, anxiously awaiting said good news "I found some recruits who were interested. Some are a bit nutty, but I know your teach ain't asking for anything specific outside of loyalty.".

"Sensei has peculiar standards, I admit, haha!" The boy rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, glancing aside to Kurogiri, who was cleaning the glassware behind the bar as usual, but keeping an eye on the two, even if he wasn't directly looking at them "But that's not all, is it, Giran?".

"Heh, you're right about that, kiddo! I got a special guest today!" Giran enthusiastically said, snapping his fingers "Hey, man, come in. Sorry for making you wait outside, wanted your debut to be a bit special.".

Steps began to be heard from the entrance door to the bar. Their rhythm was uneven, suggesting a hunched posture, sloppy movement even. Whoever it was wasn't in any particular hurry to introduce himself either, almost as if saying "I don't want to be here right now. I could be somewhere more productive." but the weight behind every small tremor made it clear he was armed, in armor and weaponry.

That was Tomura's deduction. Upon the first step into the bar, steel and heavy boots became visible, three spikes at the tip of them, armor plating upon the knees and a black combat suit, with bandages wrapping the man's arms. A blood-red scarf also came into view, but most striking, the man lacked a notable nose, but one couldn't tell with the bandana cloth covering his face, revealing his striking eyes, with small yet distinct pupils that would be deemed villainous by even an amateur hero. A red bandana around his forehead kept his messy, palm tree-like black hair up, and blades and other hidden weaponry covered his being.

The man was the infamous Hero Killer, Stain. A true villain through and through, though he would reject such claims. It seemed Tomura had accurately guessed the person in question, if at least superficially, for whatever hid behind all those blades and armor, was something unruly and sinister.

"This fella here is Stain!" Giran proudly noted, treating this like a hunter would upon getting big game, or a fisherman who caught a huge fish for his starving family "I scouted someone extra special for you guys. Your teach's been on my ass, demanding I look for the high quality stuff, you see." Giran explained, standing up, patting Stain on the back, as if he were a friend "Come on, you two. Say hi.".

"Hmph." Stain grunted, before his dull expression changed to a smirk "Don't tell me this is supposed to be the boss?" Stain mockingly asked Giran, looking over him, casually swatting his arm off him in the process "I already took a risk trusting you, Giran. If this is some sick joke, I don't find it funny.".

"Nice to meet you, Stain, sir!" Tomura immediately stood up, humbly bowing his head to Stain "I've heard plenty of you! You're a real legend here in the underworld! We even have a drink named in your honor!".

"It's true." Kurogiri followed it up "We call it the Stainless Stain Drink. The name is admittedly confusing, but we couldn't think of anything clever." He dryly commented.

"That's right! It's a blend of red wine, along with a light strawberry flavor! Mixed wi-...!".

"This is a joke." Stain said, the bloodcurdling tone of his voice being clear, as his expression shifted into a displeased, but not quite angry one, causing Giran to take a step away from him "This is just a child playing games. I was suspect when I heard it being called something stupid like the League of Villains, but you really are a farce!" He walked closer to Tomura, the height difference between them becoming clearer, with a shadow being cast over the young Tomura, who's expression was neutral, his eyes following up to meet Stain's own, horrifyingly white eyes "I bet you just thought this was some fun hobby. Get some friends together, gather idiots around you with promises, just to do some chaos, right? Break stuff, the law, the properties of people, raise the streets aflame. You have no actual goal. You just want meaningless destruction and blood everywhere. You have no resolve.".

"Stain, sir." Tomura replied, unhinged by the Hero Killer's dominating presence "I don't appreciate you insulting me, which by extension, I feel is an insult towards sensei.".

"Sensei, eh?" Stain chuckled mockingly "So, you're not even the actual boss, you're just some student?".

"No." Tomura's blank expression remained unchanged, not even his smile returned, staring right into Stain's eyes without blinking "I am the leader of this League. I have a teacher who aids me, educates me as one should, but this specific alliance is mine. All contact with recruits and supplies are done through me and Giran. My age does n-...".

"Bah, you're trying to bore me with numbers." Stain interrupted the boy "You think I care about numbers? Quality over quantity, kid, you should learn it.".

"I have resolve, Stain." He continued "This world is suffering from imbalance. There are too many heroes." Stain's interest began to pique, if one would consider raising an eyebrow to be a sign of interest "How can this superhuman society operate when it is majority heroes? Villain and criminal activity has lessened throughout the years. It is pathetic. No villains have risen or revealed themselves due to the fear the Symbol of Peace poses towards them." Suddenly, Stain's expression changed, his eyes squinting, as he quickly reached to a small boulder sheathed on his hip, slashing towards Tomura, who swiftly dodged, moving backwards, backflipping using the table to get on top of it, standing up and looking down on Stain from his newfound height. Only a few hairs off his head were caught in the knife's blade, lightly hitting the ground.

"Symbol of Peace? You mean All Might, don't you?" Stain's expression began to twist as he started to laugh "You're gonna try and do what? Bring villains back to the limelight by vanquishing the light he poses?".

"Yes." Tomura bluntly replied, surprising Stain, who's face went from a twisted smile to genuinely angered at the boy's perceived mockery of All Might.

"Stop this!" Kurogiri shouted, a rarity for him "Do more and I will be forced to act." He warned the Hero Killer, his shadowy body beginning to expand like mist from beyond the bar.

"It's alright, Kurogiri." Tomura smiled towards his guardian, reassuring him to step down, but the shadow bartender remained in his more misty state "Stain." Tomura's tone and mannerism shifted from the polite and respectful boy he was before, addressing Stain as an office boss would his failing employee, about to face a budget cut, or worse, lose his job "All Might is the Symbol of Peace in this world. His presence is why villains are on the verge of extinction in Japan, and the world as a whole. His smile is the one that assures everyone, hope is here, there is nothing to fear.".

"All Might is the only true hero left in this world." Stain replied, interrupting Tomura once more "All the other fakes merely seek fame and monetary value in their work! There is nothing heroic about them. All they want is their name on a billboard, a position of power and influence, no regard for true heroism!" His tone became notably furious, gripping the handle of his short sword harder "And a brat like you is declaring you will wipe him out?! That is unacceptable! It i-...!".

"All Might is the truest hero in the world." Tomura shot back at Stain, surprising the killer "I don't think there is anyone cooler than him! In this world or any other! The epitome of what a hero is! The very mountain peak, unmatched worldwide. That's why Stain…" Tomura gave a determined look, extending his hand to the man "I want to prove that everything is flawed and imperfect. Heroes shouldn't be seeking fame and fortune for their duties, they should focus on the true end goal; fighting villains, but there are no villains anymore, Stain. They're all cowards hiding because of All Might. I will bring this world back to how it's supposed to be." He explained his true motives.

Tomura Shigaraki always admired All Might, back when he was still known as Izuku Midoriya. He was the hero who implanted the seeds of his dream to become one himself, before it was all turned to ash following the shocking revelation he was Quirkless, leaving him devastated, with no one, not even mother, giving him a simple push, one word of encouragement, "you can still be a hero", nothing that could have salvaged that dream from utter ruin. All he had were the words of his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo, insulting him and berating him, belittling and beating him without mercy, saying "a Quirkless loser like you can't be a hero, heroes win!".

But in that despair, in the death of his mother, and being rejected by the world, came a revelation. His sensei saved him, gave him a new name and home, and with that, opened his eyes to the world of villains, their rich history. Just as heroes existed, villains have too. The two forces were inseparable throughout history. When a hero rose anew, a villain did as well, and whenever a villain did, so has a hero, always opposing and fighting one another, simply because they were hero and villain. It was an endless cycle, a repeating story. It was how the world was, how it should be. The ideal state of this superhuman world.

It should not be the heroes victory, nor the villains, in this war. Only in battles are the heroes and villains allowed to win, but destiny forbids either side from achieving total victory, because it is human nature for opposition to happen. It is the natural order of prey vs predator in nature as well. There will always be conflict. And yet, in this current world, the heroes were winning, first in Japan, crushing the idea of evil further and further each day.

Good vs Evil

Hero vs Villain

Archenemies now and forevermore.

That is how the world should be.

Stain simply looked stunned at the boy upon learning of his true motives. His assumption of him being a mere brat with an ego boost shattered in that instance, and as he looked down, saw his outstretched hand, the hand that will return the world to its most primal state "Brat." He grinned widely, cheek to cheek, kicking the table Tomura stood on with such force, he tore the enforced feet off the ground, yet Tomura anticipated it, noticing the sudden hip movement and sound of rustling clothes, jumping at the right moment to avoid any shock to his legs, quickly kicking his feet back down, forcing the table back down into its spot, uneven as it was.

"Heroes vs Villains, you say! I like it!" Despite his positive reaction, Stain unsheathed a larger sword "You really are a smart brat! You understand heroes are incomplete without villains, and that they should put their efforts into fighting evil! Not filling their pockets! You get it!" He madly exclaimed "I just need to test that proof when put through the gauntlet." Stain readied himself for the coming fight.

"That's eno-...!".

"Stop, Kurogiri." Sensei's voice came from the monitor, and Kurogiri, despite his desire to stop this fight before it devolves any further, was for naught when ordered by his master, as he reformed his body back to its default state.

"Hey, Stain, this wasn't part of our deal!" Giran chided the man, getting nothing but a horrifying glare from him "Y-...You...This is unprofessional! I said you were gonna get paid in info on heroes even if you didn't join, you just had to show up like it's a job interview!".

"Shut up, you crook. Your type is the one I hate the most. All that motivates you is filling your pockets with no regard for the other party." Stain mockingly called out Giran "You talk about professionalism but you still brought me here despite my record! If someone gave you a bigger bag of money, you'd sell me out in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?!".

Giran did not reply, but his posture changed from defensive, to standing up, adjustin ghis scarf and then glasses as he did "Don't look away." He calmly replied, as when Stain turned his gaze back to Tomura, he had already leaped above him, landing behind him, right next to a table with four stools "That kid ain't human.".

Before he could react properly, Tomura quickly got up, grabbing a stool, throwing it towards Stain, who simply slashed it in half with his sword, but without wasting another second, Tomura simply kicked up another stool, followed by another powerful kick, with such force the legs bended unnaturally, with Stain answering this assault by simply smacking it away with his other hand, yet as it hit the wall, it broke and indented itself into the bricks. At that moment, Stain realized the wooden chair was a simple fake, seeing the bended legs, rather than shattered like wood should.

"Metal…?" He said, as a realization dawned on him. When he kicked the table earlier, it felt harder than wood, and in fact, didn't shatter or even get pierced by his boot's spikes. These tables and stools, the chairs and seats, they were not what they seemed.

"Steel." Tomura replied, and though it was an attempt to sound cool, his expression and tone didn't match it, instead being almost frightened, anxious and nervous, with his smile being present but his eyes being almost fearful, while his voice had a hint of shivering in it. Stain looked at his hand, noticing a red spot forming on the back of his hand from the strong impact, small internal bleeding right under the skin "Everything here has been changed using a recruit's Quirk. Impact Change! He can turn one element into another, but once it gets hit with enough force, it immediately returns to its original element. I took thousands of notes on it and its potential application!" His shivering suddenly vanished as he began speaking about said recruit's Quirk, showcasing what a Quirk otaku he was.

The only answer he got from Stain was the distance between them closing in a second, no chance for him to even get into position. Stain lunged forth with a large swing of his sword, to which Tomura quickly ducked down, using a stool behind him as a foothold to flip over and land on his feet on the other side of it, creating a small gap between him and the Hero Killer.

Without stopping his momentum, Stain continued his full body motion, spinning and attempting to kick Tomura with his steel boots, being more than enough to reach him thanks to being a full adult, while the latter was merely 15. Tomura grabbed the stool before him, using it as a shield against the kick, the force of which pushed him back, his shoes grinding against the floor as he did. Without missing a beat, Tomura took a deep breath, throwing the stool towards Stain, who dispatched it with ease by simply using that same leg to catch it and smash it on the floor, the now steel stool becoming bent and even broken underneath his foot.

The opening created from this allowed Tomura to get into Stain's zone, taking a position not indifferent to a boxer, both arms raised up in front of his head for defense, his upper body now lowered as well, making the already short boy even shorter, lunging forth like a predator towards his prey. Stain didn't hesitate to move in that instant, taking a swing with his short sword at Tomura, intending on severing the boy's hands off, and yet, the most odd thing occurred, the blade struck his arms and the blade simply bounced off, breaking in the process, leaving only the handle with fragments of the blade on the base.

In shock, he tried to make sense of what happened. He was told by Giran that the boy was Quirkless, and despite calling him a crook, knew that Giran would never lie to a client, so what happened there?

And then, he felt a strong impact on his stomach, as Tomura continued his assault, not even slowed down by Stain's failed attack. He delivered a straight hook punch, a right, sinking into his gut "What...is this kid's strength…?!" Stain noted in his mind, the unnaturally high force from the boy causing him to almost spit up his morning dinner, if not his blood.

Just as fast as Tomura hit Stain, he quickly retracted his arm, delivering a second strike with his left, this time pushing Stain back, yet the man didn't yield, he abandoned his broken short sword just as fast, grabbing his long sword's hilt with both hands, raising it above his head, and swinging down, the very air being cut by the speed and force of said swing, with the intent of using this new distance to slash the boy's skull clean in half, down the middle.

But the boy dodged, merely tilting his body to the side, raising his left foot, and allowing the weight of his right side to help him achieve that. It didn't take much for him to regain balance, merely rolling on his back on the floor once, and using the momentum and one push from his hands to get back on his feet, firmly rising and standing straight.

The two ceased all movement, simply staring at one another. Stain in particular processed the last few seconds, which felt like minutes to the two villains. The sound of his short sword's broken blade finally hitting the wooden floor signifying the speed at which they moved was in a different dimension to the average villain or hero, who relied on their powerful Quirks to do the job more than allowing their bodies to.

"You've been trained, haven't you?" Stain asked, though he already anticipated the answer.

The boy's face lit up at someone noticing "Yes, I have! Sensei planned an entire decades long training regime for me, intensifying the older I became!" He began speaking incessantly and at such a fast pace that it was as if he had the assistant of a high speed motor mouth Quirk "For over 3000 days, for ten years or maybe even more, I trained this body, refined it to its utmost peak! I am Quirkless, so this body is all I had." Tomura rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing rows of scars and almost Frankenstein-like stitches running across his forearm, not even showing the scratches and bandages underneath his gloves, or the rest of his arm "I destroyed this body, again and again, and I still do, all for the sake of refinement.".

Like a blacksmith learning the craft, Tomura shattered the blade that was his body, again and again, allowing it to heal, before using new methods and acquiring new techniques to improve it. At first, his pathetic punches would shatter his knuckles and fingers, his kicks would leave his tibia and fibula, and his skull cracked from anything that hit it, but with the use of rare healing Quirks acquired by his sensei, and healing him in that instance, he continued, breaking more and more, causing irreparable damages and scarring to his body, externally, but internally, his bones, his muscles, everything about him became superhuman.

The purest form of human manipulation, slow and steady, precise with clear intent. A power everyone in this world possesses, be they Quirkless or not, but never seek due to its absurdity and incredible risk, and what use would there be in it, if they already have a Quirk to work with?

That endless training gave Tomura the closest thing a Quirkless born person like him could consider a Quirk.

Superhuman Conditioning.

"...Your sensei is insane." Stain said, though there was a hint of admiration towards the boy's dedication "However." He smiled "It's over." He raised his long sword, a small trickle of blood on the blade, as Tomura noticed a small scratch on his ear, taking a small bit of the top off.

"Tomura!" Giran realized what this meant, yelling towards the boy, but he was too late. Stain licked the blood off his blade, as paralysis struck Tomura's body, causing him to immediately collapse on the floor.

"One drop, that's all I need for a fight to be won." Stain said, though he felt there was no need for further explanation, as he walked towards Tomura "You're not going to try and stop me, huh. That TV guy's word seems to be absolute.".

"As much as it pains me, sensei requires Tomura to learn from his mistakes, no matter how harsh." Kurogiri said, standing by and not lifting a finger to try and save the boy.

Stain stood close to Tomura, stabbing the floor with his sword, mere inches from his neck "That suit of yours is also not normal. Another Quirk of a recruit or perhaps…" His eyes glanced towards Giran "A black market costume. Though it's quite high quality. Must have been made using a specific Quirk. I never heard of armor cloth like this." As he said that, he realized his chest piece had two dents in it, both from Tomura's fists. The damage he could have sustained would have been much more serious without it on. Just how strong was this boy?

"Well, no matter." Stain said, raising his sword "Any last words, brat?" Tomura did not reply, his expression being consumed by fear, the fear of death, much to Stain's disappointment "Such a shame. I was almost drawn in by your goal, kid. Maybe in the next line." He thrusted his sword downward, but in the millisecond before the blade met the floor, Tomura's expression changed to a smile, as he moved his body just enough for his head to avoid the blade.

It was impossible, Stain's Quirk, Bloodcurdle, paralysis people for a length of time depending on their blood type, but even so, this was too soon for any blood type to move already. Thoughts ran through Stain's mind to try and think of the reason. Did he waste too much time speaking? Did he miscalculate something?

While his mind was in chaos, Tomura took advantage of the situation, not even rising on his feet, instead, raising his entire body with only his arms, his hands pressing against the floor, as he spun in one motion, using the momentum to deliver one definite kick to Stain's head, the impact sending his brain into a state of utter imbalance and shambles, forcing him to step back.

"How…?!" Stain quickly unsheathed another blade from his arsenal, now wielding two swords once more, taking a much more serious posture and stance "Are you Quirkless?! Did you lie to me?! You bastard!" As he said that, he specifically targeted Giran.

"N-...No…!" Tomura said, shaking his hand in worry at Stain "I am Quirkless, I swear! I was born Quirkless! Nothing manifested whatsoever all these years!".

"Then what was that?!".

"My new Quirk. A gift from my sensei." Tomura bluntly and truthfully replied, surprising Stain.

"Your...sensei gave you a Quirk? Is that even possible?" Stain asked, truly astounded such a thing existed.

"That's correct. This is my first of three Quirks I requested!" Tomura excitedly began to explain, pulling his notebook from underneath his vest "Here, I made an entire list for months, going through my notes of all my notebooks from decades!" He closed the distance between him and Stain, solely to show him his rather intricate and detailed notes "My first Quirk is to cover my weaknesses. And my most obvious weakness is that I am Quirkless. One use of your Bloodcurdle proves it. No matter how strong I can condition my body to be, the moment you use something like that on me, I'm finished.".

"Don't tell me…" As Stain read the highlighted notes, and heard Tomura's explanation, he realized what the boy had done.

"Expulsion." Tomura said "That is my first Quirk. It expels whatever harmful or negative Quirk effect strikes my body. Like paralysis Quirks, brainwashing Quirks, a Quirk that turns you into a lump of flesh, a Quirk that melts you, a Quirk that causes your body temperature to rise." He began mumbling in an almost stream of consciousness, not letting up or even stopping to take a breather, listing all possible Quirks that are affected by Expulsion. Even incredibly specific ones, such as a Quirk that causes your fingers to remain straight and unable to bend them as long as you maintain eye contact with the user. But they all had something in common, they were an "effect"-type Quirk, one that directly caused an effect on the user's body, Stain's Bloodcurdle being the primer in this instance. However, Tomura made sure to note that he still feels the effect kick in, without it actually taking part, which is how he was able to fake the paralysis effect of Stain's Quirk.

Anything designated as a foreign Quirk is rejected via Expulsion, much to Tomura's misfortune, however, that even includes positive Quirk effects, such as healing, but that was a sacrifice worth making. Another weakness was that Emitter-types are more tricky. An example would be a lightning Quirk. Tomura would be struck, feel the shock, and may even get truly paralyzed, but the lightning itself will then register as a foreign element attacking the body, and Expulsion's effect will kick in. However, it won't be perfect, and will look like an invisible barrier is bouncing the lightning off, mitigating any further damage he could get, but if it were a flame or ice Quirk, the so-called barrier still would not protect him from the temperature.

The limit of Quirks Expulsion affects has no limit, as even if there were multiple Quirks, they will be expelled.

When Tomura finished his rather lengthy explanation, Stain couldn't help but crack a smile, a sincere, genuine smile, which to anyone who saw his usual smile would comment was completely unnatural and disgusting, as Giran did at that moment, albeit internally.

"Why tell me all this? Now I know your limits." Stain said in a smug tone "I know these swords will still work if they reach your jugular.".

Tomura stepped back, once again reaching his hand out to Stain "Trust, Stain. I trust you to know this. Join the League, and become our path to our ideal world." Tomura said, his expression becoming that of a determined boy filled with dreams, sinister, horrible dreams to alter the world's order to suit his own "Your ideas and words will reach people's ears, but your actions will speak even louder, and they will give rise to new Heroes and Villains. They'll see the flaws of this society of fake Heroes.".

He could only let out a laugh at Tomura's offer, before it faded "Fine then, kid." Stain replied, beginning to walk out of the bar "I'll join your little club, but don't think you're my boss now. If I don't like what I'm told I won't do it. In fact, if I ever sense that resolve of yours waver, I will kill you. And next time, I won't go easy on you either." With that, Stain left the bar, giving a half hearted wave goodbye with his back turned to everyone.

The Hero Killer - Stain, has been successfully (?) recruited among the League's ranks.

"Sheesh, that was scary, kid. You alright?" Giran asked Tomura, being rather shaken up himself, despite vouching for the kid earlier. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with his rather realistic looking gun lighter "Kid?" Giran looked at Tomura, whose face was frozen into his typical smiling expression, before he looked down, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I forgot to ask how we can contact him…" He said, in utter despair at his ineptitude to ask Stain for his phone number. Giran remembered at that point that he was still just a 15 year old kid. It seemed as though Sensei focused too much on Tomura's physical conditioning, and completely ignored his mental fortitude. It was tough remembering that, even with how short he is, since he has the body and muscle figure of older fighters who have been training longer.

The contrast creeped Giran out, to say the least.

"You didn't tell him the whole truth though, did you?" Giran inquired.

"Ah, you noticed?" Tomura replied, still in a funk with tears down his cheeks, a frightening degree of moisture being created per second as it drenched the floor "Stain must have noticed as well. It's not called Expulsion for nothing. The Quirk's effects still exist, but it had to be expelled to another living being." As he said that, a paralyzed fly sadly regained its ability to move, buzzing about again, before being swiftly caught between Tomura's fingers. The fast and precise accuracy was too much, however, and crushed the fly between his index and middle finger "No matter how small. If I just let it out into the air, it'll come back into my body but with a twice as potent effect.".

"That's not a problem for you, though, who's always up close and in people's face." Giran deduced that was why he chose this Anti-Quirk Quirk. A Quirk that completely nullifies another Quirk is unheard of, their rarity of which surpasses the number of Quirkless humans. If something like that existed, it would completely shake the foundation of this superhuman world, depending on who wields it.

"I originally wanted to go for a stronger one." Tomura continued, surprising Giran "It was really tough to find. I went through all thousands of my notes hundreds of times, but didn't find any. When I finally did, it was pure chance. He was a smart one. Avoiding the media for his own peace of mind, and to avoid villains knowing of his Quirk.".

"Why didn't you take it?" Giran asked.

"It would have been too boring to have that Quirk. Villain versus Hero fights shouldn't be boring. A confrontation of good and evil should be a statement, and change how the world sees things." He proudly replied, though the effect was ruined by his tears refusing to cease "Ah, also, I can still expel an effect if it returned to my body, but it won't be easy if it's something serious like paralysis that's twice as strong." Tomura added, utterly nonchalant.

"Heh." Giran chuckled "Well, it's your choice, kid. Getting a Quirk is a big decision. Hope you're happy with it.".

"Oh, it won't be my only Quirk.".

"...I'm sorry, what did you say?".

"This is only prep, Giran!" His stream of tears stopped, seemingly dried up at last, instead Tomura's face lit up "A villain's debut is the most important part of their career. If you muck it up with something like a bank robbery, you'll be forgotten within a week, and arrested even sooner." He explained, adjusting his black gloves "Our numbers are nothing to joke about, but I'll be honest with you, Giran, they're all trash." Tomura bluntly confessed his true feelings towards Giran "To quote Stain, they lack resolve. All they seek is fame and fortune out of the League. We promised them that, but we also told them our intentions, and they only came for the former. That was the first test, and why I asked you to always do it that way.".

"So what's gonna happen to them? What'll happen to me?" Giran asked, becoming somewhat on the defensive.

"Nothing! To you, at least. I like you, Giran! You've been a helpful hand to us for years, and I would hope for many more!" Tomura's words were genuine, Giran could tell, because he knew Tomura never lied to him, not even when he was younger, at that age where kids lie for the most unreasonable things "But, the rest who aren't chosen, are going to be our sacrifices. I don't want people who are only here for artificial reasons, I want real villains. We don't have room for fakes, like the heroes of today. I want people I can rely on, people I can call my friends. And you, are my friend, Giran.".

"Even though you never lied to me, I can never actually tell what your real plans or intentions are. You say you want this reformed world of chaos with villains and heroes going back to their natural state, but...Tomura...What are you actually planning?".

Giran felt the air around him becoming more tense, even though Tomura's expressions didn't even change. It was still the same, happy go lucky smile, but that's what Giran didn't like.

"I want you to keep looking for recruits. We'll raise your pay for every recruit. For every tenth recruit, we'll increase it with a 50% bonus." Tomura said to Giran.

"Well, can't say no to my favorite customer." Giran chuckled, taking one huff of his smoke to calm himself down, preparing to leave "Oh yea, one question. That Expulsion Quirk, where did you get? And what happened to that other Hero with the stronger Quirk?".

"Oh, it was just some nobody." Tomura bluntly replied "He wanted to be a Hero but he didn't have the guts to face death everyday, even though his Quirk is something anyone would kill for. It was a waste on him. As for the other guy...well...his Quirk will come in handy, but we let him live.".

"Live? Why?".

"Debut, Giran, debut." Tomura slyly said "Well, get some rest today, Giran!".

Giran left, giving a goodbye gesture as he walked out the door, and unlike Stain, had the decency to close the door behind him.

"Excellent work, Tomura." Sensei's voice came from the monitor "Although, you could have convinced Stain to join without using that much force. You need to use your weight as a leader more and influence with just words." He lectured the boy, passing on another lesson onto him "Remember, Tomura, every human is a mass of desires at the end. You need to know what part of them to pull.".

"I understand, Sensei! Thank you!" He humbly bowed towards the monitor, thanking his teacher for his education.

"Be careful next time." Kurogiri said "That was reckless.".

"You can't achieve everything by just being careful." Tomura shot back, his smile widening "I'll gladly throw myself into the flames for the sake of my dream.".

"...How would dying help achieve your dream?" Kurogiri shot back at Tomura's shot back.

"...I will dance around dangerous flames without leaping into them.".

RETURN TO THE U.A. ENTRANCE EXAMS!

A FEW HOURS AFTER IT ENDED INFACT!

"OoooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, walking home alongside Eijiro and a pink-skinned, fuzzy haired girl with antennas and black sclera eyes complete with yellow pupils "I aced that! That's my power! Of the future king of U.A.!" The U.A. Entrance Exams consisted of a written exam and a practical test, both of which were easy for Katsuki. Despite his brutish behavior and personality, he was actually smarter than he looked, and never truly struggled in getting good grades, which served to only fuel his ego.

The practical test consisted of battles against robots, each type giving a set value of points. Katsuki, with the training he's been doing for months beforehand, on top of having his Quirk practically all his life to train and refine, managed to win first place among the top ten, achieving a whopping 77 points, with Eijiro second in the rank, with 39 points. It was clear these two were going to get in.

"By the way, who's this?" Katsuki suddenly stopped his hyped shouting, pointing at the pink girl.

"Yo, I'm Mina Ashido, I'm Eijiro's bud." Mina introduced herself, incredibly casually infact "Didn't get a chance to say hi before the exams started. Eijiro told me about you yesterday and this morning!".

"Huh? Fangs, what'd you tell her, I'll kill you?!".

"How did you phrase that so wrong…?" Eijiro was dumbfounded by Katsuki's unique use of the human language to create truly unique phrasing and tones that only he could "I just told you I helped you out and I ate dinner with your family. Your mom insisted I do after all.".

"Ah, that's fair I guess." Katsuki said, calming down freakishly quickly.

"Hey, that stuff during the exam was awesome, dude!" Mina said, smacking Katsuki on his back "You did all that flipping and twirling, using your explody bomb hand Quirk, and just destroyed all those robots!" She recounted the events of the practical test, which was indeed as amazing as she said. Many of the students showed astounding skill and incredible Quirks, that is until a robot called the "zero pointer", a gigantic, absolutely colossal robot that nearly wiped out everyone.

Something notable is that many students began to assist one another, especially the weaker students who were struggling during the robots rampage. Katsuki himself didn't intervene, focusing on trying to defeat the robot, wanting all the glory, but failed soon enough, especially because the countdown ended.

"Man, ignoring your pretty garbage personality, you're actually really skilled, huh!" Mina added.

"What did you say about my personality?!" Katsuki shouted once more, his expression going mad in that instant "I got this from my mother, she's the one who's garbage!".

"Then wouldn't saying your personality is garbage directly means your mother is too, and vice versa?" Eijiro chimed in, causing Katsuki's expression to cool off.

"Shut up, fangs.".

"What happened to Kirishima, dude? Are you embarrassed of hanging out with me?".

"We're not hanging out! We're not friends!".

"Then why are we walking together?" Mina butted in between the two, once again catching Katsuki in his hypocrisy. Katsuki, of course, didn't have an actual defense, and so, he answered in the best, most mature way he could.

He sprinted with such force and speed, his boots left an imprint in his starting position, abandoning the two quickly in a cloud of dust, shouting loudly all the way.

"He doesn't take criticism well, does he?" Mina said, to which Eijiro sighed and nodded towards "That's some peak shape though. I wonder who'd win in an arm wrestle, you or him?".

"Ha, let's not ask that now, I'm scared he'll destroy my hand." Eijiro awkwardly tried to dodge the question "But you know, even if I didn't get into U.A., I'm still happy I tried. I didn't meet many people, but I think they were all interesting. Especially that weirdo with the glasses! It was so manly!" Eijiro happily exclaimed, thinking back to the exam that wasn't that long ago, but then even further back, his face becoming somber.

He could only think of how pathetic he was, compared to Mina. When a villain seemed to threaten two girls, he couldn't even force himself to rush in and save them, but Mina did. Her bravery was more manly than Eijiro, who only felt shame. But he didn't give up, after hearing the words of his idol, Crimson Riot, he became motivated to succeed and chase his dream! Tirelessly and without rest, Eijiro studied for the U.A. Entrance Exam, and the results spoke for themselves!

"I hope you get in too, Mina." Eijiro said to his friend, the one he held the most respect for "Ignore that Bakugo, he's hard-headed, but I don't think he's bad. In fact, he's kinda manly with his blunt attitude and skills!".

"Hahaha!" Mina couldn't help but find Eijiro amusing, much to his confusion "You make friends with a lot of weirdos, you know that?" Mina said, putting her hand on Eijiro's shoulder "If we won't get into the same class, don't think our friendship will be over, but don't think it means I'll go easy on you either! I'll kick your ass, Eijiro!".

"Hell yeah! That's the true bond of friendship!" Eijiro exclaimed proudly, feeling energetic from Mina's boast "It's the manliest thing! We push each other harder, but never abandon one another!".

The two continued laughing as they walked together home, in the meantime, Katsuki continued his mad rush home, his vocal cords still going in his loud yelling. At the same time, a skeletal blonde man with sunken blue eyes, was collapsed on the side of the road, and when Katsuki passed him, he quickly hopped back to the man, staring blankly.

Katsuki looked around, seeing no one around, before getting closer to the man, about to ask if he's okay "HEY YOU SHITTY OLD FART, ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!" As delicate as a blacksmith's hammer on anvil.

"I'm alive, why are you so loud…?" The man replied, clearly in despair.

"Why are you on the side of the road…? Did a villain attack?!" Katsuki immediately assumed the worst, seeming to get into a fighting position.

"No...it's even worse…" The man stood up, his tone serious "I...I…" Suddenly, the man's form chained, becoming an incredibly muscular hero with heavy shadows upon his body, and a wide, white toothed smile "I had to fight too many villains and didn't make it to the U.A. Entrance Exam, so I couldn't see the students doing their best!".

The two stood in silence, Katsuki in utter shock, for the man before him, was none other than All Might, the Number One Hero. And All Might, real name Toshinori Yagi, stood there just as quiet, and in shock that he instinctively, to accentuate his point, transformed into his muscle form and revealed himself to this boy. His age and the fatigue of his day job as a Hero may have gotten to him a bit too hard today, letting his guard down, moving purely on instinct.

"A-...All Might…" Katsuki could only let out that name, in a flabbergasted tone.

Just as soon, however, All Might's form reverted back to his true, sickly form "I don't see any All Might.".

"Don't lie to me!" Katsuki shouted, before quickly punching himself, realizing who he's talking to in such a rude manner, causing All Might to be shaken up, looking concerned "Gaah! You stupid idiot! This isn't how you talk to the Number One Hero!" He said to himself, quickly changing his posture to a more acceptable one you would expect from a model student, looking seriously at All Might, his expression being that of determination. Even All Might was tense from the boy's glare.

"Can I get your autograph?" Which was shattered immediately by Katsuki pulling out an old All Might figure from his backpack, showing it to the man to autograph.

"O-...Oh." All Might awkwardly took the figure from his hand, looking at it "This is very old." He noted.

"Yep! I've had it ever since I was in kindergarten!" Katsuki proudly exclaimed, somehow over the initial shock of meeting his long time idol "Kids tried to take it away from me, but I showed their asses who's boss! Even before I got my Quirk! I destroyed them! I didn't lose! Because the best hero always wins at the end!".

"Always wins, huh." All Might look solemnly at the figure. He noticed its age, scratches and small repairs being to it. Some of its joints wouldn't bent in certain ways anymore, due to said repairs, which often included see-through duct tape, plus the colors being rather washed out in areas where prominent hand contact was at "You really treasured this.".

"My old hag and clown dad got it for me for my birthday! It was the best fucking thing!" Katsuki replied "By the way, why are you looking like this, All Might, sir?" He asked, becoming surprisingly cordial all of a sudden.

"Oh, you see, I...Uhh…" Toshinori struggled to try and find the words, a good excuse, before sighing "I guess I can't really try and walk out of this." He said, sitting down, which Katsuki soon did as well in an act of mimicry. Toshinori Yagi lifted up his shirt, showing an injury on the left side of his abdomen and torso, a deep wound with serious scarring. Just the air touching it stung for Toshinori, movement and breathing hurt every second, but he grew used to it "I was in a fight with a seriously strong villain. He gave me this injury as a parting gift, before he escaped. I went through a lot of surgeries, and because of it, I can only maintain my muscle form for a few hours, but the timeframe where I can keep said form is growing shorter every year, to every month now.".

Katsuki's expression changed to something ill-fitting for the boisterous and loud explosive boy. It was a mixture of shock, and the gloomy reality of this truth dawning on him. His idol, whom he looked up to all his life, and has made it his dream to surpass, becoming the best, even better than him, was now in such a shriveled, pathetic state infront of him, saying his Hero career days were effectively numbered. That information was simply too much to bear.

As Katsuki processed that information, Toshinori saw the boy's face, feeling an immense guilt sink in his stomach. He recognized Katsuki from the sludge incident months ago, the one he was present around, but failed to move and save him, and had that continued, he would have died without Tenko's sudden appearance. He couldn't bear to admit that he was about to stand by and watch a child with such big dreams die, because of his own helplessness, not to himself or the boy either.

"Listen, kid, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell this to anyone." Toshinori said, standing up, grunting in pain as he did, clutching his torso. He pulled a marker out of his pocket, showing a degree of preparedness and forethought one would expect from the Number One Hero, signing the figure, stretching his arm forward to Katsuki to take it back "I'm sorry you had to see me like this.".

"What the fuck is that about?" Katsuki said, surprising the Symbol of Peace, as he swiped the figure from his hand "What's the big idea with you talking like you're dead or some shit, huh?! That pisses me off! Aren't you the Number One Hero?! How am I supposed to surpass your stupid ass if you're dead in some road next to a bunch of trash cans!" As he mentioned the trash, he kicked it over, spilling all of their contents on the ground, much to Toshinori's shock, mostly that he was effectively littering.

"That pisses me off! Where's that smile I always see saving people?! Where's the Hero who I'm going to beat in how good he is?! You expect me to just accept that! Bullshit!" His words became as harsh as they were true "You can't just act like you're already done, you still have life in your, right?! You wouldn't just give up! What is it you always say?! Go Beyond!".

"...Plus Ultra." Toshinori reluctantly completed the catchphrase, which was also the motto of U.A. High School.

"That's right!" Katsuki flashed a bright smile, though it contrasted with his sharp and angry eyes. His chest breathing was notably unnatural, quicker in fact, something which Toshinori noticed "So you still got it in ya right?! It's not over! You can still fight! You can still win! That villain bastard is still out there! I'll kick his ass myself even! Just you watched! Stay alive and don't give up! Don't you dare!" His tone became more desperate, as he clenched his hand into a fist, though it was shaking furiously, forcing him to hold it with his other hand, looking down "Don't you...give up…!" Tear drops began to stream from his eyes, droplets hitting the ground between his feet "That stupid idiot...said he was gonna be a hero too…! At least one of us… has to make that dream a reality, with you there to see it!".

"A friend…?" Toshinori awkwardly asked, deducing said "stupid idiot" may be a friend of Katsuki's.

"This dumbass who always followed me and had the same fucking figure and everything…!" Katsuki looked at his All Might figure, no longer being able to hold back his tears, as the memories of his childhood came flooding in "No matter how much I pushed him away, that shithead with no Quirk still came back like a wounded puppy! I hated him! I always thought that was stupid…! He still wanted to be a Hero...and now he can't! So I...I have to at least become a Hero to show him what it's like!".

Katsuki suddenly stopped, as he felt All Might's hand on his head, having turned into his muscle form "I'm sorry, young man." All Might said, sporting his trademark smile on his face "I disappointed you. I wish our first meeting didn't have to be something like this. But whoever that friend of yours is, no matter where he is, I'm sure he's cheering you on." He tried to be as delicate as possible, unsure of what that friend's fate is, wanting to avoid stepping on any toes.

Katsuki realized what he was doing, before quickly using his Explosion Quirk to boost himself away from All Might, hitting a lamppost as his brakes, furiously wiping his eyes and nose with his sleeves, before taking off his jacket entirely and using it as an entire tissue to try his face from tears and snot "Shut up! You just focus on staying alive, you shitty old man! It's that Deku who always worshipped you! I never even wanted this toy!" The implausible deniability he was throwing towards All Might was quite impressive, especially with the gusto he delivered with "Just you watch, when I get accepted into U.A., I'll upstart all those other bastards, even in my own class, and become the best Hero U.A. ever produced!".

All Might let out a bellowing laughter, striking a heroic pose "Then I look forward to seeing what kind of hero you become, young man! Show it to me, your hero spirit! I will cheer you on!" All Might said "Oh, and, we agreed to keep this a secret, right?".

"As if I'd tell anyone about this! This is the shittiest secret ever!" Katsuki exclaimed "I'll take it to the fucking grave with me, just you watch!" He had an incredibly odd way of showing support.

"Oh, and." All Might said "What is your name?".

"Katsuki Bakugo, you better remember it, All Might!" Katsuki pointed his finger in a declaration of war against All Might, a war to the path of heroism to ascend to the Number One spot, and show up All Might "You better stay the Number One Hero, 'cause the only one allowed to take your spot is me!" His pointing hand immediately switched to a thumbs up pointing at himself.

"Well then, young Bakugo, I! Accept! Your challenge!".

It was truly a miracle no one was hearing these loudmouths shouting in the middle of the neighborhood.

"I gotta head home or my old hag of a mom'll kick my ass again!" Katsuki said, furiously continued on the warpath home, walking backwards as he talked to All Might "I'll kill whoever gets in my way!" He turned around rushing once more home.

All Might's form reverted back, as Toshinori sighed, looking at his hands "God, I'm pathetic…" He said, berating himself further. His spirit was wavering still, but hearing that boy's admittedly rude speech moved something in him. It was long since he saw someone so determined to not only be a Hero, but aim so high, and at such a young age. No surprise, considering he almost freed himself from that sludge's grasp purely on his own strength. And his friend...whoever he was must have been someone important, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Toshinori knew all too well the feeling of living on and carrying the spirit of your deceased loved ones' dreams, especially the ones you shared together. It could bring a smile, and it did, thinking about what kind of future that boy will have ahead of him.

"Wait…" Toshinori's expression suddenly broke down from his smile "Did...he say U.A.?" In that moment, it dawned on him that Toshinori will have to meet face to face with Katsuki on an almost daily basis, causing him to go pale, before he vomited an obscene amount of blood in shock "He's going to exhaust the teachers!" Of course, he was worried more about the others than himself, since all he had to deal with was the awkwardness of the situation. In all his challenges, a rowdy child was nothing he couldn't handle, but this wasn't the average rowdy boy, if his spiky hair was any indication, he was above all the others.

U.A. and it's faculty will have to face what is (probably) the most chaotic heroic force in the making they have ever met.