Welcome back to the show, guys. I have an announcement, but not much important.

As of the time this gets uploaded, the last poll will be taken down, and the winner will be revealed in the story, as well as the full class list in the closing at the end of this chapter. I also went ahead and changed Yuki's name to what it should be so, sorry for the false alarm last week.

Now, to answer some reviews:

Guest (1): Thanks, I decided to do this as an OC story mostly to better my character writing when dealing with an original character, as well as to see how well I could do at making a character in the first place, and decided to do a romance because I've never really written romance before, and want to make myself as good of a writer as I can be. The quirk I mostly thought of when reading the manga and the battle between Fat Gum and Rappa. I personally want to keep it at an even 20, but I like to make what people want me to make.

TuryA: Welcome back, and thanks for liking my story. I made sure to go and add your vote to the poll myself. I personally like Mashirao myself, but I don't think that Yuki'll have too much reason to beat on Mineta. If you remember, Jirou is the only one that Mineta doesn't really perv on, which says a lot considering he does perv on the girl that is literally invisible. And don't worry too much about your English, it's actually fairly good, especially considering that it isn't your first language.

Josuke21: Thanks, I'm trying to make their relationship more lighthearted than what you usually see in this kind of stuff. I've always been pretty bad at descriptions during a story, so I had a feeling that I needed to just do it in the footer.

Now that that's over, let's get on to the next chapter of You Say Run.

Caterpillar Man Arrives

Yuki P.O.V.

Pants? Check. Shirt? Check. Jacket? Check. Tie? Kinda, I guess. Never have been good with these things. Usually, I wouldn't have bothered with it, but I decided that I wanted to make a good impression and decided to not do the whole "Delinquent Asshole" look, at least a little while. I was wearing the standard U.A. student uniform, but since I hadn't had much experience with ties, mine was looking a bit off center. "Fuck it," I said out loud to myself, "I better get going now, just in case I get lost."

Grabbing my bag, I left. Today is the start of my road to being a hero, and I was eager to begin. Fortunately, the injuries I got from Rhino-dude weren't too bad. I can't let myself get too cocky for having already beaten a villain on my own. The guy was reportedly not much more than a common thug who had taken a bit of Trigger, that new drug that supposedly levels up someone's quirk. The pictures they had of the guy when they brought him in didn't look anything like the rhino guy I had fought either. Instead of basically being an upright rhinoceros, he was just some big dude with two horns on his face. Sure, he was bulky, but he wasn't anything close to a real villain.

Even still, I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at having beaten the guy. It's a good thing I don't particularly like bragging, or I probably would've outed myself the second someone asked about my injuries. What surprised me the most was how many people at my old school had asked if I was good after getting injured by it. Hell, even Monoma seemed to have some worries about my condition when he asked about it.

"I have to say, Yuki-kun," I heard Monoma say from across the room. We were the only ones left, him staying behind because his family limo got stuck in traffic, and myself because I was on clean up duty today. "I'm surprised you're still able to walk. From what I heard on the news, there were a lot of injuries from the initial attack. Far more severe than what you got out with." He still had that cocky ass tone about him. But there was something else behind it, something that I couldn't quite place. "You'd better make sure not to make a mistake like that again."

"What mistake are you talking about?" I asked. Did the jackass know?

"Please, I know you arguably better than the snake at this point, and the Yuki-kun I know wouldn't back down from a fight." Shit, he fucking knew. "Besides, Ingenium didn't make it to the scene until late into the attack, but as soon as he gets there, it's finished? Don't get me wrong, He's fast. But even I know that he isn't that fast."

"So what, maybe the villain had tired himself out in the initial rampage."

"Rhinoceroses are well known for their stamina. If the one you fought was anything like they said he was, his quirk would have had that attribute as well." Monoma said. Looking at me without his cocky smile this time, he continued, saying, "Next time, don't get too beat up by someone so weak. Or else I'll have to show everyone why I'm better than you."

Suffice to say, it was a bit surprising. Usually, I'd expect Monoma to shit-talk, but he actually seemed somewhat concerned beyond all of his dickishness. He didn't even seem too cut up about me scoring so much better than he did. He just gave me my money, making a small comment about it being pocket change. Hell, ¥1000000 didn't seem much like change to me, but I guess that's the difference between us. I can still kick his ass, so at least I have that.

As I made it to the place I would be studying at for the next few years, I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated. Don't get me wrong, I'm confident in my abilities, but this is U.A. High School we're talking about. The school that taught most of Japan's best heroes. The school that All Might went to. The school that All Might is teaching at. If those factors can't test a man's confidence, not much else can. Beating down whatever worries, I focussed on the walk from the train station to the school.

As I entered the front doors of the main building, I started looking for my class, following a sign saying "Hero Course". After looking for about ten minutes, I eventually found my classroom, which had a sign over the door saying "1-A". Opening the large door, I looked around the room. Surprisingly, I wasn't the first one here. In fact, there were four people already in. Currently, there was that one blue haired nerd from the entrance exam, a tall girl with black hair in a ponytail, another guy who had white hair on his left side and red hair on his right, and a really big guy who's head looked like a big rock.

Looking at the seating chart on the teacher's desk, I looked for my own seat, seeing that I was seat number six. Setting my stuff down, I decided to play on my phone a little while I waited for more people to filter in.

After about 15 minutes, a familiar face entered the room, that face being framed by purple hair and two auxiliary cord jacks connected to the girl's earlobes. As Jirou entered, she took notice of me as well. Taking her seat, she said, "Sup, Doofus."

"Nothing much, Jackie," I said back. As I said the nickname, she puffed up one of her cheeks.

"You know, I don't care much for that nickname." She said.

Smirking, I said, "I'll stop as soon as you stop calling me a doofus. Fair's fair."

"Fine, how about I call you Yufu." She said with a smirk of her own. If it wasn't for the fact that I can keep such a straight face, that one would've probably made me blush.

"Only if you want me to call you Kyoyo." As soon as I said that, a blush grew on her face. "Oh hey, look. I win."

"Dork."

"Shorty."

"Idiot."

"Emo."

"Jackass."

"Smartass."

"I will sting you."

"Do it, nerd."

Unfortunately, she called my bluff and aggressively jabbed my side with one of her jacks, eliciting a yelp from me. Satisfied with her work, she reigned her jack back in, giving me space to nurse my new injury. "Rude. didn't think you'd actually do it."

Grinning slightly at my pain, she said, "Then you shouldn't have told me to do it, doofus."

"So, are you guys dating, or something?" I heard from behind me. This drew a blush to Jirou's face but I managed to beat down the heat before it could appear on my face. Turning around, I found the speaker to be a short girl with pink skin, pink hair, and horns.

Keeping my composure as best as I could, I smiled, saying, "Nope, why?"

Before the pinky could speak, a lower voice interrupted her. "Because you two were arguing like a couple. Personally, I could see it." The voice belonged to a girl who was hunched over slightly and held an odd cat-like pose. This girl seemed to be a bit shorter than Jirou, but only because she was hunched over, and had long black hair, large round eyes, and a really wide mouth.

This time, Jirou spoke up herself. "No, we aren't. I'm not into idiots."

"Are you sure," the pink one said, unconvinced, "cause that was a pretty deep red for you to not be into him."

Following up, I said, "She wishes I wanted to go out with her. I prefer a girl with a bit more height, personally." This was quickly countered with another jab from her jack, this time in my other side. "Ow. Not much of a fan of your violent tendencies, either. Your temper is almost as short as you are."

From the doorway, I heard a deep voice yell "Stop flirting already, extras! Get a room already!" At this, all of our heads turned to see a boy with ashy blond hair. The guy was a bit shorter than me and held a dangerous look in his eyes. The kind that only comes from someone ready for a fight. Thank god, a distraction.

The blond guy sat down in what I assume to be his seat, putting his feet up on the desk. This didn't go unnoticed by big blue, who fast-walked over to the kid. By now, most of the class seemed to be accounted for, save for two. And we were about to get a show. The two started arguing as I heard the door slide open again. Looking over to the door, I caught sight of Midoriya and made my way to him when I noticed the look of fear on his face. "Hey, green bean, get ready. Anger Issues and Big Blue look like they're about ready to throw down."

"Don't put your legs on the desk!" The boy with blue hair said, "Don't you think that's disrespectful towards your classmates?"

The blond seemed to take that as a challenge, and a wide, cocky grin grew on his face. "No," he said, his voice fairly deep and very loud, "as a matter of fact, I don't think so. Which middle school are you from, anyway, you two-bit extra!?"

The blue haired student responded by offering out his hand, saying, "A private sch – Ahem." Thought the guy looked a bit too clean. "I'm from Soumei Junior High School. My name is Tenya Iida." Yep, this guy is definitely a preppy boy. And it seemed that blondie knew so as well.

"Soumei!?" He yelled, his grin showing equal parts anger and cockiness. "Well, aren't you an elite. Seems I've got a reason to fucking end you after all!"

"What nerve! You want to be a hero!?" Big blue was shocked, but can't blame him. Not often you hear about a potential hero with bloodlust. Before he could say anything else, it seems that he took notice of Midoriya, who was currently hiding in the doorway, and I. Walking quickly to us now, he offered a hand. "Hello, I'm Tenya Iida from Soumei-"

Midoriya cut him off before he could introduce himself again, nervously saying, "Oh yeah, haha, I overheard. Uhh… I'm Midoriya, nice to meet you, Iida."

"And I'm Yuki Futeki. Sup." I said. "Weren't you right above me in terms of villain points?"

"I believe so, but as Midoriya-san proved, the real nature of the exam wasn't based on villain points at all. Midoriya, I must hand it to you. You divined the actual nature of the practical exam, didn't you?" The blue haired boy had a serious look to him, but judging by Midoriya's face, he had no idea what Iida was talking about. "I… was blind to it!" He yelled in shame. "And I completely misread you! I hate to admit it, but you were the better man!"

From behind us, I heard yet another familiar voice say, "Ah! It's you! Midoriya-san! Glad I found you!" This announcement startled Midoriya enough to make him freeze up at Uraraka's yelling. The girl continued talking as I heard a sliding from behind her. Leaning a bit so that I could see what was making that noise, I was greeted by a rather odd sight. There was what looked like a giant caterpillar with the face of a man with long black hair and a stubble all around his face.

The caterpillar proceeded to speak, which unsettled me greatly. "If you're gonna be hunting for buddies, do it elsewhere." The man said, pulling out what seemed to be a juice pouch and drinking from it. All three of us who could see him were staring as he took a prolonged sip from his juice pouch. "This is the department…" he began, sitting up and unzipping the sleeping bag from the inside, "… of Heroics."

As he got out of his sleeping bag, his form revealed itself. The man was around 183 cm tall (about 6 ft), and was very thin. He wore a ragged, black, long-sleeved shirt with a matching pair of pants, which were held up by a utility belt. The man also wore a long scarf around his neck. "It took all of you eight seconds to quiet down," he began, stepping past us and to the desk, "life is short, kids. You're all lacking in common sense. I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, pleasure meeting you."

Reaching into his sleeping bag, he then pulled out the standard U.A. P.E. uniform, saying, "Wear these immediately, and shove off to the P.E. grounds."

"He seems nice," I said, jokingly.

Alright, a Quirk Apprehension Test. Odd that we aren't doing that after the entrance ceremony, a fact that Uraraka did well to point out, but Aizawa-sensei's reasoning behind it seemed ok.

"If you want to be heroes," he started lazily, "we don't have time for frilly niceties." Turning his gaze to the lot of us, he continued, saying, "You all understand the school's reputation for freedom on campus? Well, that 'Freedom' goes for us teachers, too." He then proceeded to explain exactly what we'd be doing, all of which were activities from middle school, but this time around we were all allowed to use quirks. As an example for why using quirks for this test, he asked the blondie, Bakugo, what his softball pitch record was, it being around 67 m, and then asked him to pitch the softball as hard as he could with his quirk.

As the blond boy threw the ball, he let out a battle cry, yelling "DIE!", and an explosion came out of his hand as he threw. Guess that explains why he got so high in the entrance exam. The ball flew off into the sky, and Aizawa-sensei held out something looking like a smartphone, which read "705.2 m"

"This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your 'Hero Foundation'." The scruffy man said. Unfortunately, a lot of the group started talking about how fun this seemed, which led to Aizawa-sensei getting a look I can only describe as "dead". "So, you were planning to spend your three years here having a good ol' time? What happened to becoming heroes?" At this, most of the class got a rather fearful look about them. "All right then," Aizawa-sensei started, "in that case, new rule: The student who ranks last in total points will be judged 'Hopeless' and instantly expelled."

"Wait, what?" I said, "That isn't all that fair, is it?"

Aizawa-sensei turned to me, and said, "Our 'Freedom' means we dispense with students as we please! Welcome, to this…" He held a pause, I assume for dramatic effect. "The Department of Heroics!"

This time, Uraraka spoke up, yelling, "This is our first day here! That's just too unreasonable!"

"Natural disasters, massive accidents, ego-mad villains…" Aizawa-sensei listed off, "All kinds of calamities can happen when we least expect them. Life is unreasonable. It's a hero's job to reverse and restore reason. This is 'Plus Ultra'. I expect you to overcome these trials and climb to the top. So get ready."

It's a good thing my quirk is so good for physical stuff like this. I was at about 50% before getting here but used up every last drop during the tests. I've been in the top 5 for each test, save for the grip test. Unfortunately, I could tell Midoriya was having a much worse time than me. Unsurprising, since his quirk broke his bones if he used it. He scored worst or near it in every event, and was currently getting shit talked by Aizawa-sensei directly from the looks of things. Looking dejected, Midoriya stepped back into the circle, to attempt the softball pitch again. From behind me, I heard Uraraka and Iida talking, but wasn't paying attention until Bakugo spoke up. "Of course he's gonna get expelled, he's just a quirkless loser."

Turning to look at the blondie, I said, "Oi, did you not hear about what he did during the entrance exam? In terms of raw physical power, he's probably the strongest kid in this school."

"Oh, really, and how would you know, extra!?"

"Just watch, jackass." As I said that, Midoriya lined up his throw. "C'mon, kid, show him what you're made of."

Right before the green haired kid let go of the ball, I could see his index finger light up as the veins glowed with energy. Before he threw the last time, it was his whole arm. He then let go of the ball, smashing it with his index finger at the last second. "Sensei…!" Midoriya said turning his head to Aizawa-sensei, "I… I can still move!"

Looking over to Bakugo, I asked, "So, quirkless, huh?"

His mouth was wide open, and he suddenly let out a yell of rage. "What is this, Deku!? Explain now, shitrag!" Bakugo started letting explosions out from his hands, but I barely managed to lock my arms around his before he could get away, putting the blond-haired asshat in a full nelson. "Let go of me fuck face or I swear, after I'm done with Deku, you're next!"

"Oh no, you don't, jackass. The more you explode me, the stronger my hold'll get!" Fortunately, before we could test out that theory, Aizawa-sensei's scarf flew around Bakugo's shoulders, and I could feel the heat from his hands die down.

"Ah what the hell is-"

"It's my special capturing weapon. A steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers! You can let go of him now, Futeki-kun" Taking that as less of a request and more of an order, I did so. "Thanks, by the way, but I don't give brownie points. And you…" he directed his view to Bakugo this time. "Don't make me use my quirk so much, I've got dry eye, dammit!" letting his grip loosen, the hair on Aizawa's head fell back down and his scarf coiled back around him, signaling the deactivation of his quirk. "We're wasting time. Prepare for the next trial."

"Alright, time to present the results. The total is simply the aggregate sum of each of your scores, if I recited all your scores, it'd take too long, so I'll disclose them all at once." Midoriya was looking really down, the kid was damn close to tears. "Oh," Aizawa-sensei said, remembering something, "that whole 'expulsion thing was a lie." That certainly got his head back up. Everyone else's heads too. "It was a logical ruse to pull out the best performances." He said this with one of the most masochistic smiles I've ever seen in real life.

To this, most of the class let out a yell of "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?"

The taller girl with the ponytail, who I had learned was named Momo Yaoyorozu, then said, "C'mon guys, use your brains! Of course, it was just a ruse."

Aizawa-sensei then told us our curriculum sheets were in the classroom and told Midoriya to go and see Recovery Girl. Looking at the hologram, I noticed that while I had gotten fourth place, just barely beating Iida, Midoriya had come in last place. Something didn't add up though. I've always been good at reading people, even those who were good at hiding their emotions, but what Aizawa-sensei said at the start of this test still bugged me.

There wasn't a hint of dishonesty in his eyes.

Leaving the classroom, I decided to wait around a little bit before I left. As I did so, I noticed Midoriya get friendship ambushed by Iida, who was quickly followed by Uraraka. From what I could tell, they were talking about Midoriya's nickname, Deku, and how it was an insult. Apparently, Uraraka liked the name "Deku", saying something about it sounding like "dekiru", to which the green fluffball responded by reintroducing himself as Deku while looking kinda like a tomato. Now was the time for an entrance.

"Didn't you say that 'Deku' was an insult?" I said, giving them a coy smile.

"Paradigm shift." He responded, hiding his face with his hands. "My whole world's flipped upside down."

"Hey, are we making fun of how embarrassed Midoriya-san is?" I heard Jirou say from behind as she ran up to join us.

"Probably," I said.

Turns out that Jirou and I ride the same train home from Mustafu, surprisingly, and since our places are farther away than the others, we were left to ourselves. Jirou and I were talking about our results to pass the time. "Gonna be honest, I didn't really get it when you told me how strong Midoriya-san is, but that throw was crazy," Jirou said with a smile.

"I told you, the kid's jacked. Even without using his quirk, he's crazy strong." I said

Jirou looked at me questioningly. "Wait, how strong are we talking."

I smirked at that, saying, "Pretty sure I saw the kid deadlift a car when we were training, and this was about eight months in, so pretty strong."

She gained a wide-eyed look at that. "You say that as if that isn't crazy."

"Well, I could do that at five months, so to me, not really."

"Bullshit."

"No lie. Granted, I was already pretty fit when I started training, but I have to be pretty durable to use my quirk." I said. If I wasn't as tough as I was, I'd probably break nearly as much as Midoriya does.

"It's still pretty weird how strong you'd have to be for that. I struggle lifting over 100 pounds, and that's while using my jacks." She said.

"Eh," I started, "don't worry about it too much. Midoriya and I have to be that strong just to use our quirks, and neither of us has much in terms of ranged options. Hell, I don't have any ranged options save for throwing rocks. In comparison, you can extend your jacks far enough to hit me from a classroom away, so you definitely have me beat in range."

Letting out a sigh, she looked to me with a hint of jealousy. "Yeah, but as soon as someone gets within punching distance, I'm done for. I don't know much beyond the raw basics of fighting."

"If it really bothers you," I said, with a bit of hope in my voice, "I could teach you how to fight."

"Oh, yeah. You definitely look like someone who knows how to teach. Besides, you probably only know street fighting from your 'ruffian' days, don't you?" She asked, condescendingly.

Letting out a small laugh, I corrected her. "Actually, I've been training at a dojo since I was five. The guy there knows all kinds of different martial arts, and under him, I gained a fairly good knowledge on a bunch of different styles. My own is a mix of the ones I'm best at, Muay Thai, Karate, and Jujutsu. I also have a working knowledge of Judo, Taekwondo, Savate, and Kendo, Boxing, Sumo, and Aikido."

"How the hell do you have time to learn all that?" As I expected, she didn't expect me to know that much. I can't blame her, most 16 year-olds wouldn't have the time.

"I'm a fast learner," I said, jokingly.

"So, you'd seriously consider teaching me? How to fight, I mean." She asked. There was a sparkle in her eye as she said this. The same kinda sparkle that Midoriya gets whenever he starts talking about a cool quirk. The kinda sparkle that would've forced me to say yes, even if it was punishable by death.

Letting out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, I answered after a what felt like ages, but was only about half a second. "Sure," I said, a bit of heat escaping from my face, despite my usual perfect control over my expression, "when do you wanna start?"

"As soon as possible." She said with determination.

"Got it, tomorrow it is then. Make sure to talk to your parents and get permission, and I'll give a call to my sensei and tell him that I'm confiscating the second floor of his building tomorrow." Shouldn't take much to convince the guy, I might as well be the old man's son at this point.

"Cool," she said before the train came to a stop. "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow Futeki-san."

"See you then, Jirou-san," I said with a small wave. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day.

Getting back home, I set my bag down and went to make myself some dinner. Today went fairly well, overall, but there were a few things on my mind, the biggest being Jirou. Somehow or another, that girl managed to break away at the chains I keep my emotions under. Even if it was just a little bit, it was still a bit disconcerting. Something about her made her capable of making me actually express embarrassment. While, for most people, this probably wouldn't be that big of a deal, it was for me.

I had always had a pretty good grasp on my emotions. This self-control only got stronger when that happened nine years ago. Hell, it was only a little bit after I had gotten into junior high that I had really been anywhere close to as expressive as I am now. These days, I mostly just tried to keep shit bottled up, and then just release any pent-up aggression during training.

What's really weird is that this was definitely a new feeling or at least one that I hadn't felt since that. This feeling wasn't like anger or sadness, those I had a pretty good grip on. If anything, it was something like happiness, which I usually don't mind expressing, but something about it was off. It was like seeing her made me so happy that it hurt, which was definitely confusing me.

Whatever this thing was, it bothered me enough that I needed to stop thinking about it, at least for now. Maybe I can brood about it later, after dinner. Or maybe it'll just go away if I leave it alone. I really hope the latter is the case because this was really weird.

There it is. Now, I know I may not have made it very apparent at first, but the one who got replaced was Mashirao. Don't worry, he isn't nonexistent, he's just chilling with class 1-B, taking up the spot that the one Manga dude held.

If any of you start to wonder about discrepancies between dialogue in this and dialogue in the anime, it's because I'm mostly using the manga as a reference, save for some of the more emotional scenes, and some of the filler as well. When I do use the anime, I will be using the English dub, mostly because I find it easier to read the emotion in the English voices better than I can with the Japanese cast.

Thank you for reading, and make sure to leave a review. Remember, I take both constructive and deconstructive criticism.