I woke up this morning, killed all the fucking germs in my teeth, and went off to U.A.'s Entrance Exam. I had to ride the damn train cause using my Quirk in public is illegal n' shit. I ran over to the stupid ass building and walked inside as my thoughts overtook my ears, and I became deaf to everything else. That damed nerd was still gone. I tried to tell him that fi he gets his hopes to fucking high, then he'll probably kill himself from the shock of just now figuring out,

"Oh, so THAT'S how the world works"

I just...wanted to keep him safe. He's like a little sick brother to me. I'll admit that I was to hard on him, but I only hit him whenever I saw his damn spirits going to high. In this world, you have to be powerful to assert your ideals, and since he had no power, his ideals are equal to shit, no matter how noble, pure, or good they are. They'll just fall onto deaf ears, and he'll have a life of regret. Even though I'm not one to talk, I know that sometimes, people need to quit, and just start over on something new. He could have been in the other departments, like General Education, or Support, or Management, or just SOMETHING else, rather than DEAD! You can't do shit when you're dead. Except...I guess you can inspire others, or motivate people to move on.

Why the hell does death have to be so fucking complicated. I then heard the loud ass, yellow mohawk, bird screeching maniac tell us to move along. So I did. I changed from my formal clothes to my action ones. It consisted of a black tank top with brown cargo pants, and black army boots. Perfect for battle, and to show off what I've got. Then the loud ass bitch told us to go, so I let loose a huge explosion, and rocketed off, and found my first prey, a 2 pointer robot. I launched myself in the air, and over the robot, and then blasted the back of the neck, and then I destroyed the wiring under it's arms, making it as dead as mud. I did this coutless other times, each one faster than the last, until time was finally fucking up. Good thing to, cause my arms hurt like shit. I got dressed, and went back home to do the shit that my old ass hag of a mother tells me to do.

*One Week Later*

I final FUNKINGLY got my letter from U.A., and I told me how I got 82 Points in the exam, making me the the one with the highest score, which was pretty fucking awesome, but expected coming from me. I then had to wait another 3 weeks before I was actually allowed to go to the fucking school, so that sucked dick, but I can't do shit about it. So I grabbed the clothes I needed, which took me SO...FUCKING...LONG, cause my bitchy mother belived that I needed multiple pairs of clothing in case I destroy it, or if I grow taller. So now I have 8 pairs of uniforms, 4 my size, and the other 4 one size bigger.

Yeah, yeah, I know what it sounds like when worrying about Deku, but I just can't stop thinking about it. It was my fault, theres no doubt about it. I pushed him to far, I terrorized him, and then that mother fucking alien shit ass decides to kill him and his mother, and then make practically every animal on this side of Japan go extinct. Whom ever the fuck made that thing, I'm so going to murder them 1,000 times over, then kill them AGAIN for my personal purposes. I swear it on Deku's life. His life and my own.

*With the Xenomorphs*

It's been a long, tiresome few years being a Xenomorph. I just don't know what to do, since I'm now 150 feet tall, and my tail's 165 feet long. I can no longer be stealthy yes, but I'm fast and strong as ever living shit, which I guess counts for something. I have over 100 different types of Xenomorphs in my army, each one selected for a different job of some sort. It's interesting in all, but I need to do is essentially puke in the mouth of my pray, wait a few minutes, and a new species is born. Quick yes, but each species only has a few differences from the original, and then there's the different selection processes, and where they are in the food chain essentially, like the drones, or warriors, or I, the the one and only king. We made an agreement witht the humans for them to bring a messenger to inform us of important news, like extreme weather, terrorist/villain attacks, and who's in what hero school in Japan. Like Isamu Academy High School, Ketsubustu Academy High School, Shiketsu High School, and the one and only U.A. High School. And when he announced who's going to the hero course, it made my blood boil. Katsuki Bakugo, or Kacchan, was going to the school of heroes, despite being anything BUT a hero when we were younger. I needed to go there, and witness him first hand. But how?

That's when I got an intruder alert from my children, along with them telling me that this man has killed multiple Xenomorphs, and was blind. This interested me, so I told them to let the man enter my nest. He walked a sort of quick pace, almost knowing that I was awaiting his arrival. I then saw the man before me that had apparently killed 8 of my children. He wore an old business suit, with a black overcoat and black slacks to go with it. His shoes were a pitch black, and shined perfectly, and then there was his face. He appeared to have no visible eyes, hair, ears, nose and the top part of his lip was covered in the scar tissue covering 90% of his face, and running down to the back of his neck. That's when the man began to speak to me, his voice calming, and yet had the aura of death surrounding him.

"Hello there, King of the Xenomorphs. My name is All for One, and I'm here to talk with you, mostly about whether or not you want to infiltrate U.A., and do something for me real quick."