Author pow:
Hello everyone, here is my usual set of points for you to acknowledge, so you can know what you're in for:
1.1. I don't own My Hero Academia, Undertale or any other medium and franchise used in this fic. My ownership is restricted to the story itself and OC's, unless specified otherwise.
1.2. Because of that, I'll state credits for the AU Sanses in here:
Last Breath! Sans - By ZerJox and Team Imagination
Ink! Sans - By Comyet (Also known as: Mye Bi)
Scoundrel! Sans - By Draw Wolf
Nightmare! Sans - By Jokublog
Murder Time Trio! - By 刀剣神居Undertale AU
Murder! Sans - By Ask-Dusttale
Killer! Sans - By Rahafwabas
Horror! Sans - By Sourapplestudios
Insanity! Sans - By UTF (Formerly known as: Zero Danteero)
1.3. Other ones that will appear will be mentioned and credited with their creators at the end of first chapter they appear in to not make spoilers for those chapters.
1.4. The characters listed in 1.2. are just those who have 100% chance to appear in at least some way. Others aren't certain or don't fit into my vision for this fic.
2. This fic will have no upload frequency. It's more of an experiment of mine to let out some creativity that restrains other projects on top of different writing techniqies.
3.1. Eventual misspelling and grammar errors are unavoidable, because I am non-naitive English speaker writing on a phone.
3.2.1. Same goes for usage of original anime episodes, since copying and pasting every single word from episodes or doubtfully accurate internet transcripts is straight up painful. So don't mind different dialouges in overwhelming majority of the scenes. Instead, I advise to consider it as butterfly effect taking it's early toll on the story.
3.2.2. General rule for parts of the original anime that I haven't brought up in the fic is that they are played out the same way in here unless either directly specified otherwise or by a logical conclusion.
4.1. I, as a writer, assume that you know general reality of both MHA and Undertale franchises, which includes already existing character within them. If you don't know something/someone, then I advise to search it on respective Fandom Wiki pages, because I won't be giving you describtions in here.
4.2. With that being said, you need to know that this is not a 'standard' MHA fic. By which I mean for example: Not too much scenes Izuku Midorya/Deku and no writing of every single scene from anime to add the filler content meaningless from my perspective on the story. (Because why should I just copy the original script and add some minor lines and events that don't matter in a wider scale?)
5. Story begins somewhere between Season 1 Episodes 4 and 5 of MHA Anime Series.
6. If you want to write an adaptation/rewrite/something else based on this fic, then feel free to do it. It's not like this one is top-tier gift to the World.
If following points haven't made you quit by now, feel free to begin your lecture!
Narrator pow:
"I assume that this is urgent, Nezu." Shota Aizawa asked, taking a seat next to UA Principal, not feeling like with remaining official at the moment.
"I deeply apologise for that, but the situation is urgent." Nezu responded, taking a sip of tea while Aizawa looked down on his own and then back at him.
"Urgent?" Aizawa asked him, rising an eyebrow with intrigued look on his face.
"Say, wouldn't you mind having a class composed of twenty-one students?" Nezu asked him, tilting his body down as he began looking for something in the desk shelves.
"I wouldn't, but the fact that you asked me is already alerting." Aizawa responed stiffly. "Is Sekijiro uncertain about one of his future Class 1-B students?"
"No, it's quite an opposite actually." Nezu responded, finally taking out the document he looked for and placing it for him to see. "A sudden recommendation for a student to join our hero course. An unexpected gift you could say."
"Hmm... Vilem Hantei?" Aizawa asked out loud, already having a question as he took the look on the documents.
"Half-Slovak, half-Japanese. Another proof of how small the world got for people nowadays." Nezu smiled, also looking at the upside-down for him picture of average-height boy with messy black hair, furious brown eyes and nearly endless scars all over his rather cream-white skin, the latter mostly hidden under black sweatpants, shirt and sneakers as the photo showed him kicking a seemingly quirkless man in a jaw with bicycle kick. "Yes, this is the best picture outside of official goverment documentation I could find. He tries to keep his profile just as low as you."
"So the kid got secrets, some technique and... no Quirk?" Aizawa stopped, looking first at Nezu and then back down on the documentation where he saw a several blue bones going throu the same criminal who was now kneeling before Vilem and two police officers.
"Apparently his powers are magic, not a quirk." Nezu responded, taking a long sip from his teacup. "At least he claims them to be such, given that numerous DNA tests didn't gave contradictory results even once."
"That still keeps two questions." Aizawa said, keeping his serious tone. "One, where are his parents? and two, why authorities didn't do anything aboout it?"
"Good questions." UA Principal nodded, making his facial expressions more moderate. "To start with the second question, having his powers not be technically a Quirk, Vilem just freely uses them while Slovakian legistature has no idea where to go with it."
"M-hmm." Aizawa responded, mostly unsatisfied.
"And as for the first one..." Nezu paused, emitating a weird feeling of sorrow. "They won't tell us a thing."
"Why? Are they dead?" Aizawa asked him, giving him a suspicious look.
"Indeed." Nezu responded. "His Mother died during his birth. And his Father crashed into a gas station during a drunk driving accident day before that." He paused, letting out a deep sigh. "And while Vilem claims he doesn't have any emotional connection to them because they weren't present in his life at any point, he does seem to be a deeply sorrowful individual at many times."
"Hmm, perhaps we can avoid him turning vengeful." Aizawa theorised. "But since my Quirk won't affect him, letting him enroll will be a huge risk for everyone."
"Quite a predicament, isn't it?" Nezu asked rethorically. "He stated it himself when we were making the document."
"What?" Aizawa asked in suprise. "You let him moderate the official documentation?"
"He turned out to be a very modest, honest and reasonable individual." Nezu responded, sipping his tea again. "In fact, he demonstrated his powers in our facilities under my personal supervision and turned out to be a kind person seeking purpouse in life."
"So he wants to enroll into Hero Course to become useful member of society?" Aizawa asked, lightly rubbing his chin. and just going along with Nezu's overinvestment into a potential student.
"That was a secondary reason. I already told you primary one." Principal corrected him. "Besides, his abilities are combat-oriented. And I think we know how destructive they can be when used by not certified individual"
"Given the further pages of your report..." Aizawa said slowly, carefully reading next several pages of the report before handing it back to Nezu. "... I think it's best for us to accept. Better to have one more hero in training than not."
"Splendid! I'll inform him right away then." Principal smiled, already reaching to his phone.
"But, I still have one more question." Aizawa spoken up, making him freeze in tilted position. "Why does he leave alone, with no adult supervision?"
"He claims to picked the necessary life skills in orphanage. Later on some newly-elected officials decided that he's mentally capable of independent living and made him an adult within Slovakian law." Nezu responded, not even flinching at the supposingly absurd logic he explained to his employee. "And now he uses that fact in everyday life while remaining an underaged in Japanese one, which allowed him to enroll here as a normal student."
"Right, his case is international..." Aizawa commented with dry tone. "But since you gave me the explaination, I think we are agreed. He's in on recommendation terms."
"Well, at least the ketchup was good." Vilem said to himself as he walked throu the UA corridoor towards his class.
Being capable of reading maps was a huge advantage when navigating across the school. And since room layout with numbers wasn't a secret, he just downloaded it to his phone to not have any nonsence with lacking ideas on where to go during the lesson breakes.
On the other hand, he was very first from his supposed class to enter the school, mainly because he barely seen a living soul that wasn't a staff member outside of two girls from second year of General Studies that happened to be looking for a Principal because of some documentation inconsistancies. Or that's what he heard when passing them on the staircase.
But now there he was, almost at the classroom while some rather tired person dressed black and with yellow sleeping bag in hand. A one and only Shota Aizawa, his soon-to-be Class Teacher.
"You're awfully early, even for a student." Aizawa commented as the two walked up to the right doors at the same time.
"Better to have more time in case of difficulties." Vilem responded with a note of akwardness while Shota unlocked the doors.
"Good for you, because you're gonna really need it from now on." Aizawa responded, opening the doors and walking inside. "Were you supposed to walk in too?" He asked him, seeing him follow him.
"UA official internet page wrote for students to wait inside the classrooms for their teachers until eight A.M." Vilem responded, stopping in the doorframe. "Unless teacher specifies otherwise."
"So you obey by the rules? Good." Aizawa responded blandly as he set up his sleeping bag behind teacher's desk. "Since we still have to wait for others, I'll use the time time to discuss something with you, personally." He added while Vilem closed the door behind himself.
"Sure, Sir." Student nodded, walking up to him. "Ask, please."
"Mind if I ask you about your Quirk?" Teacher asked him, taking a seat behind his desk while pointing to to student's one next to his.
"I wouldn't mind." Vilem nodded, taking the afromentioned seat without question.
"Then what does it mean that you have no Quirk and yet have Quirk-like power. How?"
"I wish I knew that too." Vilem sighed, looking straight at him. "First time it manifested, I was taken as a mid-tier Emitter Quirk that freely created bones. Only later it was composed by other abilities you surely read about in the report." He continued, trying his best to keep the discussion unheated.
"And you think I'll believe that?" Aizawa asked him, mostly unsatisfied.
"No." Vilem replied shortly. "But conspiracy theories aren't exacly going to help either."
"It doesn't mean we can leave the matter as it is." Aizawa continued to pressure him. "We must know how you could have a power that isn't a Quirk and how widespread it is."
"Well, now that I think about it..." Vilem responded, slowly picking his thoughs. "Maybe I am a proof of theory about Quirk Singularity?"
"You said yourself that conspiracy theories won't help us." Aizawa pointed out.
"Then either this theory is true or Principal Nezu was manipulated like a baby by a fiveteen-year old." Vilem nodded, giving his own conclusion. "And while I don't know The Principal in person, I'm sure you know him and can compare the two options."
"The kid is smart, perhaps too smart." Aizawa thought while preparing his answer. "Better if I play in that game by my own rules."
"I see your point, even if it's not completely right for me." He spoke up, giving a sudo-diplomatic response. "But I'll be watching you closely, is that clear?"
"Clear." Vilem nodded decisively. "That's the best option for all of us."
"Mhm, good thing he still plays." Aizawa nodded as he went down from his chair and got to preparing his sleeping bag. "Now then, let's get a bit of rest while they gather around..."
"Also, Sir." Vilem asked, now sitting in a first desk of the central columm that was classroom's desk configuration. "Anything I can do to skip the boring part?"
"Yes actually." Aizawa responded, already lying inside his bag. "Go get twenty-one sets of P.E. clothes from the magazine. We'll need them very soon."
"*Yawn* Heya kids." Vilem said, entering hai classroom with demanded clothes as everyone else stared at him. "Yes, I already changed the uniform, and you should too." He added, already handing sets to nearest students while Aizawa also said something to everyone minus Vilem's shock.
But the latter wasn't caring about this. In fact, he was indirectly told not to do so. He had his own standards.
"UA's course doesn't follow the normal academic path." All Might though, watching hidden behind the corner of the wall while most 1-A students gasped at the mere concept of physical exercises. "Get the wrong homeroom teacher, and life is hell."
"If you really wanna make the big leauges, you can't watse your time on pointless ceremonies." Aizawa spoke, seeing that the class was already gasping over.. nothing, actually.
"G O O D." Vilem responded with empty stare in his eyes, making everyone else take a step away from him and stop gossiping.
"Exacly. Here at UA, we're not thethered to traditions." Aizawa continued, standing still in a rather short ditance from his class. "That means that I get to run my class however I see fit."
"Hmm, Young Hantei is definitely a different student. Even from Young Bakugo or Midoriya." All Might thought, seeing Aizawa already getting to the Quirk Apprehension Test. "But I do wonder how everyone will be with him. Especially Young Midoriya..." He wondered, seeing Aizawa call Bakugo first to the ball throw to have an example for the others. "Reminds me of how I learnes of Young Vilem..."
"He certainly is an interesting individual." All Might, now in a mere and skinny human form commonly known as Toshinori Yagi, commented. "But I don't see in him enough basic values needed to being a Hero."
"Oh, really?" Nezu asked him, taking a sip of tea before looking back at the documentation. "Wouldn't even try to gave them to him?"
"I admit, my hyperoptimistic presence and lifestyle creates a misconception or two, no hiding from that." Yagi responded, his face turning from serious to very sturdy. "But I know when I see a person ded set with his own goals and ideals. And it is my belief that Young Vilem has his ideals set no looser than All For One."
"Really?" Nezu asked him, barely hiding his suprise. "And what it would be?"
"... Judgement." Toshinori said, his tone being so dreadful it could shatter glass. "He will become here to judge the criminals, not exacly fight them..."
"Vilem, you're next." Aizawa said as the half-Slovak national walked into the circle.
"Hm." Student nodded, taking the ball in hand, then making a long pull back of his right arm while demonic skull assembled itself on his hand. "Woo!" He whistled as he swinged his arm back and threw the ball not as high ad fast while a small white blast in his hand.
"Hmm..." Aizawa looked into the sky, where the ball first disappeared in the sky and then fell right in front of Vilem. "Around the globe plus five meters, next!"
"Yup, he will affect them."
Vilem pow:
"Oh my, glad I already don't remember this." I thought as the final results of QAT, as I called it, came to the full view. "Sixth place? Off to a good start. Even if competition is a bunch of gossiping kids and angry issues guy assaulting green glass cannon."
"And I was lying, no one's going home." Aizawa said, much to other students shock. "That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."
"I'm surpised the rest of you didn't figure that out." A tall girl called Momo Yaoyorozy said, looking sorry for... Some reason.
"Naah, It's not your fault." I responded, much to other's shock. "Silent focus was mandatory, y'know?"
"Anyways, that's it. We're done for today." Aizawa added, more annoyed than unpleased with my talking. "Pick up the syllabus in the classroom and read it before tomorrow morning."
"Free to go home I guess." I smiled, turning around and heading first to the changing rooms, probably followed by others since I didn't bother to look behind.
"Aaaahhh, free at last." I though, being the first to leave the school as I instantly speed up my stride and walked across the street, walking away from the school as fast as possible. "Now, where is an unseeked, unchecked back alley?" I asked myself as I eventually managed to turn right and entered such a place. "In every curvy, empty end of a city that is!" I laughed in my mind as I hid from the view of the street, looked all over the place in case anyone looked at me and only then snapped my fingers, teleporting into an average-sized kitchen of his small apartament in the outskirts of Musutafu. My place of well-being where I didn't need much more to be happy from life.
"Hello there!" An obnoxious tone almost made me jump as I turned around and prepared a solid bone to defend myself. Only then realising that it was black goo-vomiting universe-protecting hopper.
"Oh, hi Ink..." I sighed, finally seeing that the blinds were only partially lowered. "Didn't learn much about keeping low profile I see."
"Ohh, don't be so bone-d about it." Ink responded, walking past me and turning around with a spin. "You should have more fun in life! Find someone who can give you a smile!"
"All you give me is paranoia and evil tendencies." I retored harshly. "So preety please, let me do my duty and get the hell out to do yours, lazybones."
"Now, now, not so sharply." Ink backed away, making a portal on the floor with his ink brush. "But I'll tell you if something bad happens!"
"Cool to me, but do it in private." I responded as he gave ma thumb-up and hopped right into his own mid-universe space, closing the portal behind himself.
"Oh well, at least I don't need to clean after him." I smiled, turning back to the kitchen and walking to the fridge where yesterday bought kabanos were still waiting. "Ahhh, just what I needed for a quick snack." I smiled, taking a single one and closing the doors. "Now then... Wait. How did I go into a back alley when UA is on a hyper distant hill away from the rest of the city???" I asked myself, taking the smartphone with the second hand. "Oh wait, I was go focused on finding a place that I stopped caring about time." I corrected myself out loud before biting the kabanos and taking the upper half of it into my mouth. "Now, who the hell even are my classmates?" I wondered, taking some time to navigate throu internet pages and then finding the student's list for this year.
"Well, I am number 21 given the late appearance and necessity of adding a bench at the end of our classroom." I thought, looking throu the numberes with names attached to them. "I guess I'll start from behind then... Oh." I stopped, seeing the number 20 identified as Momo Yaoyorozu. "Kind, tall, rich girl. Too perfect image for me." I thought looking up towards the next lines. "Mhm.. Purple weirdo, green weirdo, angry weirdo... Someone I can't see." I read silently, going over every person with my eyes. "Todoroki Junior, silent bird man, tape elbows, girl with earphone jacks, many arms..." I paused, looking into the ceeling and eating the rest of the kabanos.
"Dafuq am I even doing?" I asked myself out loud, walking up to the kitchen's window and looking at the street view outsdie of it. "Why am I so insulting to them? Am I going crazy?... Nanananana, get it together Vilem, get it over with." I corrected myself after a wave of strong migrane as I got back to reading. "Sugar equals muacle, the one who talks to animals, the one who hardens on word 'Manly', electricity guy, tailbone exe., floating girl, Iida Junior, frog, acid and belly lazer." I finished the lecture out loud, absolutely done with my dumbassery.
"Oh well, at least I got varied and colourful bunch." I thought, walking away from the window and towards the couch-bed hybrid thing I didn't bother to call so far. "Now, let's get some sleep and then go without working in hours for today."