Danny followed Aizawa through the halls of the massive school, taking in his surroundings as they went. He expected the place to be different from a regular high school, sure, but he had at least expected some posters for upcoming events or a trophy case or two. For the most part, the hallways were bare and pristine white. The massive, sliding doors and tall ceilings were the only things that really stood out, and even then he found himself expecting more.

He peered inside the few open rooms they passed. Again, other than the access of headspace, they looked like average classrooms with desks, cabinets, blackboard and everything. It was all so, normal, if excessively well kept. He almost wondered if people actually came to the school at all. Not a single scuff mark on the floor or a pen mark on the walls.

"Is it always like this?" he mumbled out loud.

"Usually there's students milling about and making noise…" Aizawa said.

"Well, yeah, but like… I don't know. Reminds me more of an office building than a school, if I'm honest."

"UA is one of the top schools in the country. We take in rowdy, inexperienced students and turn out capable, professional heroes, ready to go into the world and do their jobs better than anyone else can. The school is everything it needs to be for the students. It's important to keep up a professional appearance if we expect to continue being taken seriously."

Danny shrugged. "I guess I just expected something more like a training field or a boxing ring. I don't know."

Aizawa glanced over his shoulder. "This is the main building of the school, where all the classwork and proper lessons are held. We have a number of other locations and facilities for the hero training classes."

Danny's brow furrowed. "There's more? Just how big is this school?"

"We have a fairly large patch of land that we can use and build on if the need arises."

Aizawa led Danny up two flights of stairs and down another hallway. This place was as much a maze as the hospital had been.

"I'm guessing you have a pretty large student body, huh?" Danny asked.

Aizawa shrugged. "Depends on the year and the students. The school's courses are divided up into four main sets. The Hero Course is the most desireable and what we are known for, but there's also Business Courses, Hero Support Courses and General Studies. The Hero Course is always full, but some years the other courses have lower turnouts and signups." He rounded a corner and came to a stop in front of a door at the end of the hall. "That said, getting through the entrance exam is made difficult on purpose. We keep our student body smaller than most to ensure that the ones we decide to keep will be guaranteed the best teachers and opportunities. Those who can't meet our standards are not permitted to waist our time."

He slid open the door and stepped inside, motioning for Danny to follow. The room was long and in the middle sat a couple of desks arranged in a U-shape. A teacher's lounge, maybe? He watched as Aizawa walked over to a cabinet and began rifling through a fat stack of papers, grumbling all the while.

"This is going to take longer than I thought." He said, pulling out a stack and setting them on one of the desks."

"Tests that need grading?" Danny asked, eyeing the impressive, paper tower.

"Of course not, we have computers to grade tests." He glared at the stack. "These are release forms that need filled out and signed before being sent to the parents."

"No computers to do that for ya?"

"We tried a more automated system a few years back. The parent's didn't approve of what they deemed a, 'lack of respect' on the part of the staff. So, back to handwriting signatures we went."

"And there's no way you're letting me walk around and explore this place while you handle boring, teacher work, is there?" Danny asked, slumping against one of the walls.

Aizawa glanced up at Danny. "After the stunt you pulled with that reporter. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Danny shot back. "I kept my word that no one would get hurt and managed to keep a hand on you at all times. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hang onto someone and go invisible without making them invisible too?"

"I won't deny it was a good strategy, but it was also unexpected and reckless." Aizawa'a head tilted slightly. "You can pass invisibility onto others?"

"I wouldn't say I 'pass it on', so much as if I'm touching them, things like invisibility and intangibility can extend to their bodies as well. They can't really do anything about it, except let go. I'm still the one in control of it."

"My, my, that does sound impressive." came a voice from the door.

Danny whirled around, but no one was there. He almost wondered if the person was invisible, when the voice came again.

"Down here, actually."

Danny looked down and reflexively took a step back. Standing no more than three feet tall, was a white furred creature in a dress shirt and neatly pressed vest. He had pants and shoes and a long tail that continued to flex and sway as he stood there, looking up at Danny. His face was long and came to a pointed snout with one, long scar stretching across his face.

Aizawa said something in Japanese, a greeting, Danny recognized. The creature responded in kind, waving a paw at the older man, who didn't bother to look up from his papers. Then the creature looked back at Danny, black, beady eyes offering no expression.

"Well, then, hello. I am The Principal. I was wondering when Aizawa would be bringing you by." He held out a paw for Danny to shake.

Danny just stared back. "Uh… ok." he hesitantly shook the thing's paw. "I'm Danny, nice to meet you."

"Indeed! I am a one-of-a-kind creature, after all." he said. "No one's quite sure what I am, but I don't mind that. I'm the Principal of this fine establishment and I'm glad to welcome you to our school."

"Uh huh…" Danny paused. "Uh, so, how do you know english?"

"Oh I learned a number of languages many years ago. Funny, the things you fill your time with when you're bored. Though I rarely get the chance to put my knowledge into practice." He turned to Aizawa then. "You seem like you could use some privacy."

"I'm not leaving this kid in your care." he stated.

"You think I'm incapable of looking after one teenager? I do run a high school, after all."

"I think this teen's abilities are too unpredictable and his motives still unclear. I can take him down with a single glance, if he tries to do anything. Clearly I'm the best suited to handling him." Danny frowned. He was getting tired of everyone assuming he was up to no good. He couldn't really blame them, but it was still aggravating.

"I don't doubt that." the Principal said. "However, there are other factors at play here and I can think of a few other capable teachers here who could keep this boy in check long enough to give you a break for a few hours. After all, you can't continue to watch over this boy if you're not functioning at 100% yourself."

Aizawa, didn't say anything at first. Then he glanced up at Danny. "When you become invisible or intangible, do you have control of your senses? Sight? Sound? Touch?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Danny asked. It seemed like such an odd question. Of course he had his senses. How could he move around and function in his ghost form if he didn't.

Aizawa glanced back at the Principal. The two shared a look. The principal began to say something in Japanese, but Aizawa cut him off with an annoyed tone. "Fine then. Take him. But if anything happens, I'm not responsible."

"Of course! Clearly I'm stealing him away for the time being. Nothing will be held against you." The Principal said, swishing his tail from side to side. He looked up at Danny and motioned towards the door. "Now then, would you like a tour of our wonderful school?"

"Uh, sure." He looked over his shoulder at Aizawa before leaving. "I promise, I'm not going to cause any trouble, okay?"

"Don't make promises you can't keep, kid." the man said, not bothering to look up from his papers.

Danny stepped out of the room and glanced down at the Principal. He was glad to have escaped the hours of sitting in a room and doing nothing, but he didn't really know what to make of this creature. The only things he'd seen like this before were ghosts, but this was an entirely different beast all together. "So… are you a shapeshifter then?" he asked, walking alongside the creature.

The Principal laughed. "Oh heavens no. My appearance has nothing to do with my quirk, young man."

"Oh." Danny paused. "Okay, then what is your quirk?"

The Principal tapped at his head with a finger. "High Spec. I'm quite a bit smarter than most humans, you see and I have a gift for formulating strategies even in high stress situations."

"That sounds useful." Danny said.

"Oh yes, it most certainly is. I am curious though," he said, looking up at Danny, "what might your quirk be?"

Danny ran a hand through his hair. "Uh… well going by what I know about how super powers work for you guys here, I don't really think my powers can be called a quirk."

"Is that so?"

"I don't know. It's weird. I'm still trying to figure out how everything works here and not being able to read or understand anyone besides the few english speakers I've come across isn't exactly helping."

"Not knowing the language can make things difficult. You could always learn Japanese." he said. "I had to learn it after my quirk activated. Thankfully it's not one of the more difficult languages to learn."

Danny shrugged. "I really don't think I'm going to be here long enough for that to matter."

The Principal nodded. "I see. Still, you can always benefit from more knowledge. So what powers do you possess then?"

Danny sighed. "Intangibility, invisibility, flight, turning parts of myself into gas, apparently, uh…" he started counting off on his fingers as he spoke. "I can sense when other ghosts are nearby, I'm lighter, faster and stronger in my ghost form."

"Ghosts? How interesting. Do continue, if you please."

"Uh, well there's ecto blasts, ecto shields, oh there's this thing I learned recently where I can control a sort of ice power. Still not very good at it. And then there's a bunch of things I can't really do without a lot of thought and luck. Making duplicates of myself is the main one I'm still trying to figure out. And…" he paused. "Then there's the wail, but I try to save that for emergencies only."

"My, my. That is quite a list of powers." The Principal said. "I'd quite like to see them in action, though I doubt Eraser would approve of such a display without his own supervision. You said you learned some of these abilities recently?"

Danny chuckled. "Well, I'm still learning most of them, honestly. I've only had these powers for a little over a year now."

"Really? Fascinating. If these were not abilities you were born with, then how did you acquire them?"

"That's a bit of a long story. Basically, I had to get electrocuted and pumped full of ghost energy to end up with this mess." he said, making his eyes glow green as he looked down at the Principal.

"Oh my. That sounds absolutely dreadful." he said, his tone remaining light and chipper. "Did you get revenge on your captors?"

"What?" Danny faltered and shook his head. "No. No. It's not like that. It was an accident. I went messing with some experimental stuff that I shouldn't have and I paid the price."

"Ah. I see. Accidents do happen, no matter how much we may try to avoid them."

"Yeah well. Not exactly a fun experience, to say the least." Danny said. "Electrocution is not a fun way to die."

The Principal looked up at him. "You speak as if you're already dead."

Danny shrugged. "Half of me lives and eats and breathes and the other doesn't. Being half ghost, means being half dead as far as I'm concerned."

"Mmm" he hummed. "I don't know if I'd agree with that logic. But if you're comfortable with that thought process then far be it from me to try and change your mind."

The two continued down a flight of stairs and Danny had to hold back a laugh when the Principal climbed up onto the handrail and slid down it to get to the floor below. His upbeat attitude, though a bit odd, was a nice change of pace from Aizawa's dreary outlook and mannerisms. He was surprisingly easy to talk to as well. He didn't freak out at anything Danny said and there was no fear when he admitted what he could do. Then again, he'd only known this guy for all of five minutes. There was no telling what was actually going on in that critter's head.

Danny stepped around the corner and followed the Principal a for a few feet, when another person walked out of a room up ahead. A tall, thin man with raggedy blonde hair and an ill-fitting yellow suit was walking in their direction. Danny's brow furrowed. For all the talk Aizawa had said about this being a prestigious school, they certainly seemed to hire more than a few bedraggled hobos.

"Ah, Toshinori! What excellent timing!" the Principal said, waving a paw at the man.

The man stopped, seemingly caught off guard and waved at the Principal. He glanced at Danny out of the corner of his eye, but seemed to be trying to hid behind the few strands of hair that hung in his face. "H-hello, Principal Nezu. What brings you down here and… why are we speaking in english?"

"Why, for the sake of present company, of course!" he said, gesturing at Danny with a paw. Danny waved hesitantly. "I'm sure you heard of the little fiasco Eraserhead had the other day with a mysterious young hero. Turns out the child is American, isn't that interesting?"

"I see…" the blonde man said, hesitantly. Danny got the feeling that this guy didn't want to be there at the moment.

"Oh yes. An american teen with seemingly no knowledge of our world. We were just having a delightful conversation about how quirks work and it seems he knows basically nothing. Not unlike a small child, actually."

"Hey!" Danny piped up.

The Principal, looked over his shoulder at Danny. "Well, you are incredibly ill-informed, that much is obvious. Do you dissagree?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then my point is verified." he turned back to the blonde guy, without giving Danny the chance to argue. "Danny, this is one of our teachers, Mr. Toshinori. Toshinori, Danny. Just Danny. He failed to give me a full name upon our introduction. No doubt he's as unfamiliar with formality as he is quirks and heros."

Danny glared at the little creature. Suddenly his friendly demeanor seemed very two faced.

The older man seemed to relax noticeably and held out a hand. Danny shook it. "Danny Fenton." he said. "I wasn't trying to be rude, sorry."

The man chuckled. "Don't worry, Danny, I spent quite a bit of time in the States when I was younger. I'm used to the more relaxed introductions. It's nice to meet you."

Danny smiled. "You too."

"Rumor has it Aizawa offered to keep you with him instead of handing you over to the authorities." Toshinori said. "Not sure if that's better or worse, to be honest."

Danny shrugged. "I mean he's not the friendliest person, but he seems nice enough and it's better than being stuck in a prison cell."

Toshinori frowned. "I highly doubt you'd be held in prison, for what barely amounted to a brawl yesterday. From what I could tell in the video clips, you were avoiding hits and not throwing many of your own."

"Well, I may have thrown a few," Danny mumbled, "but I wasn't looking for a fight ether. I just needed to get my stuff and get out of there."

The man crossed his arms. "Well, you know, running from the scene of an incident does make you look like the guilty party."

"What incident? I fell through a portal and couldn't get back through before it closed!" Danny said. "Even if that's considered worth being arrested for, it's not like I knew that's what was going on. Japanese isn't exactly required curriculum in the US."

"Hey, hey, calm down, kid. No need to get all heated." the man said, holding up a hand. "I just meant that, from their point of view, they probably thought you were another villain."

"You guys got a lot of fifteen year old villains falling through portals around here?"

"Not usually teens, but rest is distressingly accurate."

Danny paused as the gears began to turn in his head. "There's villains coming through portals into this world?"

"They use portals similar to the one you came through to travel, yes, though I highly doubt they're coming from a different world. What makes you say that?"

Before Danny could answer, the Principal piped up. "It would appear that, young Fenton here is under the impression that he's from a different dimension than our own, thus explaining his lack of knowledge and the multitude of powers he possesses."

Toshinori's eyes narrowed. "Multiple powers?"

"Uh… yeah. Apparently that's odd for you guys here…" Danny said.

"It's not entirely unheard of. Some children are lucky enough to directly inherit both of their parents quirks in earnest, rather than a combination of the two, but these are considerably rare. Outside of those circumstances, and some mutation quirks, multiple powers is considered by most to be impossible."

"Fair enough." Danny said, with a shrug. "I'm pretty used to being an impossible wierdo back home anyways. Only difference here is I don't have to keep my powers a secret."

Toshinori chuckled. "Yeah, that can get annoying at times."

Danny's brow furrowed. "How would you know? Aizawa said the only people who keep their identities secret are usually villains."

"There's plenty of reasons, even in today's world, to keep one's true identity secret, kid." he said. "Personal vendettas between heroes and villains may have mostly died off when quirks became mainstream, but there's still potential for such dangerous rivalries to arise. Protecting the things we care about becomes harder when anyone can go online and search for a hero's address or find out who they're related to with ease. Anonymity is hard to come by, but if you have it, it's a very valuable thing. As someone who clearly understands that idea, I'd ask you not to pry into my personal matters."

That comment made Danny want to ask a billion questions. Suddenly this gruff, skeletal teacher had gone from stranger to kindred spirit. But he kept his mouth shut. Even if we was only going to be in this world for a short while, he didn't want to hurt anyone while he was here or disrupt their lives any more than he had to. He nodded. "I guess that's fair."

"I was taking young Danny here to see Present Mic and show him a tour of the school, would you care to join us?" The Principal asked.

"Can't. I've got something I'm in the middle of." Toshinori said, pointing down the hall.

"Not rushing out onto the streets again, are you?" The Principal said.

"No, no. Just going to see one of the students about their score in their finals."

"Ah yes. Tell young Midoriya to keep up the good work then." The Principal said, turning on his heel and continuing down the hall without another word.

"Uh, it was nice meeting you." Danny said.

Toshinori nodded. "You as well. If you ever need anything, I'm usually in the teacher's lounge. I know going to another country can feel pretty alienating at times. No doubt another dimension is just as disorienting, or worse. If you need someone to talk to, come find me."

Danny smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

Toshinori turned and continued down the hall without another word and Danny hurried to catch up to the Principal, who hadn't managed to get too far on those short legs. It seemed odd. So far he'd yet to run into anyone who actively disliked him. They didn't seem willing to trust him with much, which was understandable, but they weren't treating him like some strange thing to be feared ether. The people here were hearing him out and, even if they thought he was nuts, they were still treating him like a person. Hell, the people back home didn't even give him that courtesy.

It wasn't perfect, of course, but it was a breath of fresh air. He almost wished he could stay a bit longer. Almost.