"Maeko, when you first came here, you brought a new life to this place." The old priest chuckled, setting beside Maeko on the edge of an old fountain. It was her favorite place. The sound of the water and the water droplets that bounced off the surface and cooled her skin, brought her a great deal of peace. "None of us had ever cared for a baby before and you were a challenge, but an exciting one and very worth it." He reached over and placed a leathery hand over hers. As he stared off into the distance, it was evident he was holding in tears. "The first diaper change…that is a moment none of us will every forget. Also, we lost a few good robes that day," he laughed again and now a single tear rolled down and moved over the wrinkles on his face to drop down and dampen his robe. "We all knew you'd grow up and want to leave this place someday, so we cherished every moment we had with you. We wanted to make sure that when that day came, we were prepared, and we'd have no regrets." There was a crack in his voice as he spoke the next part, "Now that that day is here, it seems we failed. We aren't now, and I suspect never would be, ready for this day."

Maeko reached up with her free hand and gently brushed away the next tear to fall down the old man's face and he turned now to look down at her, the sun light bringing a sparkle to his gray eyes.

"I'm trying to be brave for you," the young girl's voice cracked. She held in her a fear she had so much difficulty discussing with anyone.

"This world Maeko…will be so hard on you," the old man spoke again, a trembling hand touching her cheek. "The daughter of an infamous villain, wanting to be a hero. Not many wanted to give you this chance, not many trusted us and our opinion of you. After being rejected by so many schools, UA Highschool was the last place we expected to accept you, but they did. You couldn't be in better hands." He took both her hands in his now, still trembling, he gave her a warm smile, "I'm not saying any of this to discourage you Sweetheart, I just want you to prepare you as best I can. Just because Principle Nezu accepts you, doesn't mean the other students will." He sighed heavily, "Or even the teachers for that matter. It's very possible that while you take on this world, while you fighter harder than anyone to become the person you always wanted to be, you'll do it alone. Don't let those thoughts bring you down, don't let anyone's opinions bring you down. I want you to stand up and say, 'I am Maeko Tamashini and I WILL be a hero' with all the pride you have in you and you don't take any of their crap!"

Maeko's eyes widened, "Father!"

The old priest chuckled, "I'll pray later," he teased and took her hands again. "You're a fighter, you show them that. Don't let anyone look down on you." He gently kissed her forehead, "And more importantly, remember where you came from." He looked back at the temple behind them, "There will always be a place for you here and know that everyone here is your biggest fan."

"I had the privilege of meeting with Young Tamashini a few times in the last few months," All Might spoke, setting at the desk in his true form, sipping from a mug. "She's ambitious, smart, powerful, and very sure she wants to be a hero. I know not many will see it this way, but we should consider it a privilege to teach her. This school produces many top heroes and we very well could be training another one. We discussed the challenges of course…"

"Does she fully understand them?" Aizawa interrupted from his seat at the table, opposite of All Might. "Her father hurt a lot of civilians, a lot of heroes, he has a lot of blood on his hands. People will hold grudges and she'll have difficulty gaining trust from anyone."

"True, but we can't change how people view her…only she can do that."

"Right, we can provide her with what she needs to become the person she needs to change their minds." Nezu spoke from the end of the table, setting between the two.

"Exactly, that's why I think class 1A is the perfect fit. Everyone is that class are competing with one another, but they also share a unique bond and they work well together. They've show that to us time and time again. Maeko is the only one with a quirk in the temple, she learned to use it on her own and she trained with it on her own. She needs to learn to work well with others. Young Iida will be useful in helping her catch up in her studies and keeping her in line with rules and expectations. Young Midoriya can help her learn to better control her quirk and find confidence in herself, because that is a lesson he too needs to learn. Also, the young women in class 1A are very close both inside and outside of school. Young Tamashini has severe anxiety in social situations, the girls can help her overcome that."

Aizawa put a hand up to stop him, "Please stop," he sighed, "I'll take her in my class, but we do have one more issue to address."

"Endeavor," Nezu spoke, knowing exactly where this was going.

"He's visited me several times since news got out that this young woman would be attending UA. Endeavor is responsible for the death of Maeko Tamashini's father. He's worried that she'll attempt to sabotage Shoto Todoroki." Aizawa sighed again and looked as if he was missing out on a much-needed nap.

"Well, how do you feel about that? Shoto Todoroki is your student after all," Nezu asked, looking to Aizawa now.

"I feel like nothing will deter that boy from trying to reach his goal."

Nezu nodded once, "Than that is good enough for me and it's settled. While we'll take Endeavor's concerns into consideration, we will not allow them to alter our plan. I believe this will work out for everyone."

"And I believe Young Tamashini will show us she's a true hero. In fact, I'm sure of it. She couldn't possible fail so long as…" All Might suddenly burst into his muscle for, "I am here!" he stood with his fists on his hips.

"And there it is," Aizawa frowned, shaking his head.

Maeko had arrived at class before the other students. Aizawa dropped her off there before going to meet with Principle Nezu about his visit from Endeavor earlier that morning.

She selected a desk, set herself down, and took a good look at the room around her. All those desks would soon be filled with brand new faces. Only these individuals were her age and each one had a powerful quirk of their own. Aizawa had given her a brief description of each student, but the idea of meeting them was overwhelming and she could hardly remember what he said to her.

"Look to Young Midoriya to help guide you. He's a good kid, even if he is a lot of trouble," she mumbled to herself as she tried desperately to recall anything he had said to her. "Iida is the class rep…" she groaned and held her head. "Avoid Mineta and his stares…just…pretend you don't see him." That one confused her, "What was his power again? Does his stare have something to do with it? Why am I avoiding him?" She sighed and rubbed her temples. "Bakugo…Bakugo…" she sighed, "What did he say about Bakugo again?"

"Hey! Why are you saying mumbling my name!?"

The voice was explosive, and it startled her. She shot straight up in her seat and looked up at the offender.

"You didn't answer me!" Bakugo yelled, slamming his fists on the desk. "Why did you say my name and why are you in my seat!?"

Maeko, though frightened by him, she took just a moment to swallow down the fear. She had to be strong, there was no other choice.

"Hot head," she spoke softly, finally remembering Aizawa's description.

"Excuse me! Who are you calling a hot head!? Why are you mumbling to yourself!? And why the HELL are you still in my seat!?"

The young woman now looked around the room to see they were not alone. Several students stood next to their desks as if they were starting to settle in for the day but were distracted by Bakugo's outburst.

How she reacted to this would be their first impression of her and the idea was overwhelming. She played out several scenarios in her head, but she really couldn't afford to mess this up.

Show them she's strong but not intimidating.

Show them she's kind but not weak.

Show them she doesn't care how they feel about her even though she desperately wants them to like her.

"WELL!?" The explosive voice hit her again and snapped her out of her thoughts. How long had she been sitting there staring blankly at him? "Are you going to move or what!?"

Maeko stood and collected her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. "I apologize, I wasn't aware there was assigned seating."

"Of course, you didn't!" the angry young man continued to berate her, "This isn't your class!"

Maeko could feel the eyes on her again and nodded once, "Perhaps you're right, I don't belong here." A small smirk formed in the corner of her mouth, "I'm supposed to be attending a high school class, but it seems I've found the preschool instead." She cocked her head to the side, "Does someone need his sippy cup?"

There was a roar of laughter from the other students and this brought her a great deal of relief. It means they weren't afraid of him, so he was full of hot air. It was also the first reaction she'd gotten out of them and it was a good one.

The look on Bakugo's face though, that was her favorite part. It looked as if it couldn't decide which shade of angry red to agree on and his head looked as if it would explode.

Then he did.

The shouting came out of his mouth so loud and so quickly that she barely caught any of the words he was saying. She got the idea that was wasn't pleased though.

"Maeko Tamashini?"

This voice that broke her attention from the blonde bomb was much friendlier and she turned her head to see a green haired boy with freckles and kind eyes smiling at her.

"Hey, I'm Izuku Midoriya," he introduced himself.

Something about him…Maeko knew immediately…this boy was special.

"And I'm Ochaco Uraraka," the young brunette with the dark brown eyes beside him introduced herself too. Though she seemed a bit confused as she looked between the two of them.

"Sorry about Kacchan, he's easily excited," he gave a nervous laugh as she rubbed the back of his head. "Iida's in Korea until the end of the week, you can take his desk for now."

Maeko nodded and smiled at them both, "Thank you."

As they lead her away from the still screaming Bakugo, she wondered if she'd managed to meet her very first friends. She took one more look around the room at the other students and her eyes met those of someone who had just walked through the door. Half his face strongly resembled the man who'd paid her a visit that morning.

This was Endeavor's son.

This was Shoto Todoroki.