"For fuck sake.." grunted Shinsou as he reach for his phone to turn off the alarm that was ringing. It was resting near his head on the bed causing the annoying ringing to blast through his eardrums. The brightness from his phone made his eyes burn. Waiting for his eyes to get used to the brightness he saw the time causing a groan in disappointment.

5:30 am

Shinsou did not want to get out of the comfort of his bed but he knew that if he didn't, he'd miss the train that would take him to school on time.

One of the downsides of living in his prefecture was that the distance was far to Shizuoka prefecture where U.A is located. Shinsou had to wake up early in the morning to catch the train for him to manage to get to school on time. He was at least thankful that the school gave them a day off and that last night he didn't have to work, giving him a few extra hours of precious sleep.

How he managed to not pass out from sleep deprivation is a miracle.

Shinsou lifted himself from the blanket cocoon that he was in, his body shivering as the coldness of the room hit him. It also reminded him that the payment was long overdue. Lifting himself off the mattress he calls his bed, Shinsou walked to the trash bags that store his clothes. Picking out a normal white t-shirt with black stripes, a denim jacket over it, and black jeans along with his converse shoes he uses for school.

Not putting too much effort given that Shinsou would have to change his outfit to his school uniform when he gets out of his prefecture. Grabbing his backpack near the door and checking that his school stuff and school uniform were there, he quietly exited his room, and as he was about to exit the apartment, he heard a noise in his old man's room.

"Nope, I'm not dealing with his shit this early." thought Shinsou, worried that he ended up waking up his drunk uncle. On instinct, Shinsou hurriedly walked out the apartment door and as quickly but gently shut the door behind him.

Walking down the stairs, Shinsou could see the sun barely starting to rise. Reaching the last of the stairs, Shinsou headed towards the direction of the train station. As he walked he saw that there were people starting their day, the small business owners were opening their shops to prepare for their incoming customers.

It was oddly peaceful as if the reminder that criminals were running this prefecture did not exist. Shinsou let out a scoff at the thought that no matter what, his prefecture would always be run by criminals.

Continuing on his walk, he saw more people but he knew better and kept his head down. One thing he learned while living in Fuyo prefecture was that for you to survive without getting involved with crime and violence in these places, you keep your head down and your mouth shut.

It was the cold truth of this life. Unlike the ones who enter this life of crimes and violence, many of the folks in the fuyo prefecture were just trying to survive and lead normal lives. Which was already hard to do. The discrimination, they face whether related to their quirks to their backgrounds.

He envies those in better prefectures, they at least get to go on with life without the stares of disgust and fear, when people learn about your quirk. Shinsou's expressions turn to a frown at realizing those unpleasant thoughts.

"You know better." Thought Shinsou. He knew that even those who live in the better prefectures still had their struggles. However, he would lie to himself if he didn't hate certain heroes and those born with a golden spoon. Their damn cocky attitude made Shinsou want to punch them in the face.

Shinsou was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice that he arrived at the park.

Shaking his thoughts away, he entered the public bathroom and went to change into his uniform.

Emerging from the public bathroom and continuing his path, Shinsou went to check his phone when he saw the train station and saw that he had arrived a few minutes early.

There were a few people that had arrived and were standing around as they waited for the train. Joining the rest of the people, Shinsou was standing around when he observed the crowd.

Some office workers are on their phones as they talk about deadlines and so on. A mother holding her daughter's hand as she babbled about the school trip that her school was having. An elderly couple resting near the benches, and adults with bags under their eyes and contemplating their life choices. (Shinsou could relate to a level with them)

And a group of middle school kids in their uniforms was standing a distance away from Shinsou, he saw that they were smiling and laughing as they were having their conversation.

For some reason, Shinsou felt a bitter taste in his mouth from witnessing the group of middle school kids. Old burning memories were appearing in his head, but Shinsou knew it wasn't worth the pain and quickly dug his fingernails into his palm to suppress these emotions.

More people were showing up when the train had arrived, as the crowd of people entering Shinsou went to sit in the corner far away from the rest of the people. Sitting down Shinsou mindlessly scrolls through his phone on recent trends from the heroes' gossip, crimes, celebrities, and so on.

Through his scrolling he saw that the most trendy topic was about the villain attack on U.A and All Might, not bothering Shinsou in looking at it he decided to listen to some music for the rest of the trip. Placing his headphone on his head, he nonchalantly stares towards the view outside of the train.

He was tired.

Bakugou's eyes were staring coldly at his reflection in the mirror as he was brushing his teeth. Not that he was self-conscious about his appearance, since he knew he wasn't that bad looking even if his personality wasn't the best.

He just hated that his reflection made him feel like another side of him was behind a facade. Not that Bakugou would admit that because that would be admitting that he is a fraud which he isn't.

Finishing up, he lifted his head up towards the mirror and frowned at what he saw.

"Stop it," muttered Bakugou, leaving the bathroom without batting an eye back to the mirror. The stupid reflection made him feel like it was looking at him with pity. The softened expression and the mute silence as his eyes stared at the turmoil inside him.

Almost like he was - fragile.

The thought pisses him off.

Clicking his tongue in displeasure he reaches for his backpack and exits his room. Going down the stairs, Bakugou remembered the argument between his mother and him and was thinking if this is a sign that his day was going to be terrible, once again.

Bakugou came to his senses when he realized that the house was quiet.

"I guess they left before me…" muttered Bakugou. A somber silence was felt around the house as Bakugou stared at the empty living room and kitchen. Not bothering to put too much thought into it since it would only bring him more bitterness. He headed out the door and locked it without much thought.

Bakugou continues on his path to school, as he passes a couple of his neighbor's houses he stops when he arrives at a park where many of the neighbors' children would play. It was a simple playground with a slide that connects with a walkthrough to a pole to slide down, a pair of swings that were weary through the years, monkey bars that the children wouldn't be able to reach without getting on the walkthrough, and lastly a sandbox that stands a couple of inches away. There were also benches where parents could sit as they watched their children play.

Right now, the park was empty since the children were at school but Bakugou could hear children laughing. The longer he stared at that area the more his eyes began to become hazy as memories that Bakugou wished could disappear forever were coming back to haunt him again.

Biting his bottom lip hard Bakugou could almost taste the blood. He quickly turns away from the playground and continues on in the direction of U.A.

Bakugou felt a pain in his heart as he kept walking as if every step he took was stabbing him. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the benches and let those old memories fly through his eyes letting him disassociate from the world.

But, he knew that was naive of him, no matter what he will still have to face reality.

You could always choose to do what Izuku did.

"Shut up," muttered Bakugou out loud to himself.

Shinsou thinks that maybe it would be better if he got an apartment closer to school. Not only because it will be easier to go to school but because it might be good to start distancing himself from his uncle. He was no longer a kid and could take care of himself.

The thought had been on his mind for a while. Dealing with the antics of that old man was getting harder to deal with and was affecting him. He already struggles with getting a good sleep schedule due to work.

The idea grew on him especially when he started to attend U.A, and soon school events will be held live on TV such as the sports festival. A part of him hated to admit but he feared his uncle's rage when he discovered that he got accepted into U.A and was attending.

That man despises anything related to pro-heroes, always complaining whether drunk or sober that they were nothing but pigs who follow where the money goes. He would also refer to them as dogs to the Hero Association.

Not that he blames him, he wasn't a big fan of those pro-heroes who are all flashy with their strong quirk. Even so, that wasn't going to stop him from achieving his goal.

He is going to be a hero to help the people, not for money or fame.

Shinsou let out a sigh as he stopped at a crosswalk waiting with other people for the green light. He continued his thought.

"I know the closer I move to the center of the city the more expensive it is. I could always look for roommates to share an apartment with. Sigh, where do I even start, I have to consider my job as well… Maybe I could look for another job if I move closer to school. My current one isn't exactly appropriate for a U.A student. Though it's not like I could have been picky about it…" thought Shinsou.

Deep in his thoughts, Shinsou was unaware that he had already arrived at the gates of U.A, it appeared that he had arrived on time since students were beginning to enter the school campus.

"I swear, where does Principal Nezu get the money for the school? Cause I'm surprised they didn't charge admission for the entrance exam." wonder Shinsou as he glances at the vast gate and buildings at U.A.

"Maybe, he sucks up to rich sponsors? … Nah, from rumors Principal Nezu is known to be a menace. Maybe threatening? Or could it be from previous alumni? That sounds like an option. Hero Association? Maybe. Either way, I got to give the principal credit."

Reaching his classroom, Shinsou headed towards his desk and settled down as he waited for the bell to ring. Staring out the window near his desk, Shinsou mindlessly stares at the view of the buildings that extend out of U.A gates.

Suddenly the bell began to ring as their teacher Ectoplasm entered the classroom and began attendance.

Bakugou would have told his classmates to shut up the fuck up or he would blow them up. If it wasn't for the fact that they had just come back from a day off to recover after a villain attack. He was rude and blunt but he was also somewhat considerate.

"Did you guys see the news? U.A is still the top news throughout the internet and all social media," said Sero.

"Yeah, when I got back home I went to check my phone and saw that it was trending on Twitter!" said Kaminari.

"Given how the attack happened here at U.A it is a reasonable reaction. However, we shouldn't let that determine the reputation of U.A. Our teachers did everything to keep us safe," informed Yaoyorozu.

As Yaoyorozu finished her sentence, many of the students who were either talking or sitting at their desks flinched at the impact of her statement. Bakugou's shoulders went stiff at remembering their teachers' injuries after the villain attack at U.S.J.

Yaoyorozu realized what she had said in a blunt tone, flinching at the effect it caused on her classmates.

"I-I'm sorry, guys! I didn't mean it rudely!"

"I-Its okay, Yaoyorozu. We know your intentions were good and you're right, Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei did everything to keep us safe and we should be grateful. Right guys?" said Jiro, who offered a smile to Yaoyorozu to ease her worries.

Yaoyorozu mumbled a soft okay in understanding and saw that many of her classmates nodded and offered small smiles toward Yaoyorozu. Easing some of her worries, nonetheless, her cheeks were still red from embarrassment.

Before the conversation could start again the students heard the bell and the students who were standing and chatting headed to their seats. As the last students were sitting down, the door slid open and their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, entered the room.

Many of the students gasp in surprise at seeing their homeroom teacher since the man was currently wrapped in medical bandages all around his body to his face. One of his arms was wrapped in a sling while his other arm was only wrapped in bandages. His dead tired eyes were the only thing that was visually exposed.

"Aizawa-sensei, shouldn't you still be recovering in the hospital!" shouted one of the students.

"Y-yeah, sensei!"

"Ribbit, sensei should at least have a few days off to recover."

Bakugou had remained quiet after seeing their teacher but silently agreed with their worries. The man practically looks like a mummy, it's a miracle he could walk.

"I am fine, Recovery Girl gave me the clearance to go back to work. I would not have shown up if she didn't." informed their teacher, his eyes staring at his students in a stoic manner.

Many of the students couldn't help but sweatdrop at that statement. It was definitely a lie, their teacher would most likely have still come to class without Recovery Girl clearance.

Before they could speak again, Aizawa interrupted that moment when he let out a cough. The students' eyes went toward their teacher.

"Now settle down students, I want to talk to you about the incident at U.S.J."

The students flinch at the memories that were passing through their heads, of the life and death situation they were in just a day ago.

Aizawa's eyes were on his students, some were unaware of the futile attempts they were making to hide the stiff expressions on their faces. However, a few of his students had stoic expressions that Aizawa could not help but add a side note in his head to keep an eye on them.

Letting out a sigh, Aizawa hated that his class was forced into the situation they were in at U.S.J. He knew that he was strict with them when it came down to hero training but there was a difference between that and having to fight villains as first-year students. It was barely the beginning of the school year when it happened.

And the fact that his students were separated and forced to fight brought resentment toward Aizawa to himself. He was their teacher who was to protect them until they were able to fully spread their wings and be on their own.

He failed them.

He could have lost one or more of his students.

'I'm sorry Eraserhead, no one could survive that…"

Blinking back to reality, his students' stiff expressions were on him as they waited for him to continue.

"I'll make it brief, Hound Dog is offering counseling if you want to talk about what happened during U.S.J. Everything you say to him will remain confidential so, do not be scared to seek him out."

Aizawa did not fail to notice the pain expressions passing through his students at the thought of seeking help. Not that Aizawa is one to talk with the many times Hizashi tried to bring up the topic of therapy leading to Aizawa always changing the topic.

Maybe Aizawa should talk to Principal Nezu about having a class course on mental health. He knows that the topic is sort of taboo in society. It was worst among pro-heroes who have the mindset of believing that it was not a thing pro-heroes should worry about.

But, mindsets are changing especially in today's generation. More of the younger ones are beginning to be more open about certain things that are frowned on by society and pro-heroes.

Aizawa decided to put these things to the side and focus on starting the day. Staring at his students with his tired eyes, he felt a small pride in his heart at remembering the report that Detective Tsukauchi gave him about how his students handled the situation.

"That's all I need to say about that, now let's begin class with something that will excite you, students."

The students' moods change into something of anticipation as they lean over their desks. Knowing their teacher, some of the students were afraid of his definition of excitement.

"Principal Nezu has announced that the Sports Festival will be held next month. So, students will be allowed to use the training grounds at U.A to start their training," said Aizawa, his tired voice echoing throughout the classroom.

Bakugou wore a smirk on his face upon hearing the announcement, the Sports Festival was one of the biggest events the school held every year. It allows students to gain internships from pro-heroes and also gain public attention.

Something that made excitement run through Bakugou's body. He wasn't the only one as he saw his classmates with similar expressions of excitement. It wouldn't last long before Aizawa's voice echoed through the classroom again, causing the students to feel chills throughout their bodies.

"Now that this is over, we start today's lesson with outside training. Get your P.E uniform and meet me at the P.E grounds. You have thirty minutes, those who are late by a minute will have to run laps."

On command, Bakugou and his classmates were out of their desks as they walked as fast as could to the lockers to get ready.

Aizawa's teaching was brutal but his punishment was on another level. Though the students were happy to have their teacher back.

Sometimes Shinsou wishes he was a rock since all they did was nothing which sounds like heaven to him.

For example, they don't have to be doing math.

God, who came up with the bright idea to mix numbers with letters?

As Ectoplasm was rambling about how to solve the equation that in Shinsou's opinion looked to be another language. He couldn't help but think about the announcement that Ectoplasm made.

The Sports Festival is going to happen next month.

This is the chance that Shinsou was waiting for all he needed to do was show his potential in order to move department. His mind was running wild with different scenarios about how he could do it. He knows he needs to be realistic.

There was no way he could get first place, or place in the top five. However, he could make it into the top ten or fifteen as long as he can show that he has potential. He already filled out the form to switch to the hero department at the moment that any spots are open.

Biting his bottom lip, Shinsou knew that it was possible that they would not notice him given that there will be a bunch of first-years trying everything to show off their quirks to gain internships from pro-heroes.

Not that he cared, Shinsou didn't even want to get those heroes' attention or the public attention. He hates when eyes are on him, nothing good comes from them, only expressions of disgust to pity.

But, a part of him was afraid that the other first-year students' quirks would make his quirk look like child's play or maybe be the most villainous out of them. Then, the school wouldn't notice him out of the others in a similar position as him. Shinsou knows he will have to push himself to the limit, nonetheless, sacrifices are necessary to achieve your goal.

A loud school bell rang throughout the class snapping Shinsou from his thoughts.

"Have a good day, students. Remember your math homework is due on Friday."

"Yes, sensei." said the students in unison.

As the students were leaving the classroom, Shinsou headed towards Ectoplasm as the man was getting his things together.

"Um sensei.." said Shinsou. He felt bad going up to his teacher since the man looked to be unaware of his presence.

Ectoplasm raised his head and gave a smile, although it was hard to tell with the man's mask or face always having a smile plastered on it.

"Ah! Sorry Shinsou, I didn't see you there. How can I help you?" said Ectoplasm in a calming voice that contrasted his scary appearance.

"It's fine sensei, I wanted to ask about the training grounds. If I remember, that U.A occasionally uses human-size robots on certain training grounds. I wanted to see if I could possibly use them for training? Or do I need to register for a time or day to use them?"

Momentarily Ectoplasm's eyes stared at him, Shinsou couldn't tell if it was in confusion or curiosity. Was it that surprising that he wanted to train?

Ectoplasm hearing Shinsou pause to think of a response, "Well as far as I am aware, U.A used to use them on Ground Beta and Gamma for the entrance exam…"

'Of course, the year I entered they didn't use them.' thought bitterly Shinsou.

"However, now that they're being used as puppets for villain scenarios, I think it's possible for you to use them for training. Just let me check with my co-workers to see if there are any forms you have to fill out. But, I think you only have to sign in the time slot you finish your training to ensure the numbers of students that enter and leave, especially since you're a first-year student. I'll give you a better answer tomorrow, Shinsou."

"Thank you sensei and have a good day," said Shinsou as he headed out of the classroom. In the meanwhile, Shinsou was going to set a plan on what certain areas he needed to work on.

Ectoplasm saw as Shinsou left and remembered the conversation he had with Principal Nezu, a while ago.

"Excuse me?" said Ectoplasm, his white eyes growing bigger from the confused question of the Principal.

"I said what can you tell me about Shinsou Hitoshi," said Nezu with a carefree smile.

"Well… he's a good student, excelling in most subjects minus mathematics and English."

"Hmm.. what about the social aspect?"

Ectoplasm paused for a minute to think, "To be honest, he doesn't really interact with his classmates unless it's necessary. From what I heard from the other students he spends most of his time in the library…why are you asking about a specific student in the department of general education, Principal Nezu" Ectoplasm couldn't hold off some uneasiness about the Principal's interest in Shinsou.

"Ectoplasm, would you have joined a place where the people were the reason your life was turned into a living hell?" spoke Nezu, his usual happy demeanor was gone and a stoic expression was on his face.

'Why is he asking that?' thought Ectoplasm confused as the mouse was being vague.

Still giving thought to the question, "...Personally no, Principal Nezu."

"That's a reasonable response," said Nezu as he flipped through some paper inside a folder on his desk. His keen eyes were scanning every inch of the papers in front of him.

"You can leave, Ectoplasm. I just wanted to know more about Shinsou." continued Nezu, his eyes never removing from the papers in front of him.

Ectoplasm knew the mouse was always being secretly and was hard to read, so Ectoplasm had no choice but to take his leave. Before he left, Ectoplasm had stolen a small glance at the papers inside the folder. Unaware of him, Nezu knew what the man was doing but remained quiet about it.

As he exited through the door, Ectoplasm wore an apprehension expression after taking a glance at the contents inside the folder.

Shinsou's school application was at the top of the papers.

"Why are you so interested in Shinsou?" muttered Ectoplasm, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

Ectoplasm reached the administration office, and some of his co-workers were already there. Midnight and Present Mic wave at him in greeting, while Eraserhead offers a small nod in greeting.

"With all respect, Eraserhead, but shouldn't you be resting," said Ectoplasm, seeing that the man was wrapped like a mummy.

"I am fine, you and the others are worrying over nothing," muttered Aizawa.

"The others.."

"Midnight, Present Mic, All Might, my students, and almost everyone I see," spoke Aizawa, who was finishing up grading some papers from his students.

'How can he write in that condition?' thought Ectoplasm, though knowing better he kept his mouth shut.

"Alright, just don't push yourself," said Ectoplasm, he knew Midnight and Present Mic would be keeping a careful watch on their friend. Aizawa gave him a nod in understanding.

Ectoplasm turns to his desk, and a thought occurs to him about the conversation he had with Principal Nezu.

'It won't hurt to see his school application.'

Ectoplasm knew that school applications were about the basic information about the student from emergency contacts, address, last attended school, etc. Most of the time the teachers never needed to remember or look at the other information unless it was for an emergency.

Thinking it wouldn't do any harm, Ectoplasm typed in his computer Shinsou Hitoshi, and a few seconds later Shinsou's school file came up. Clicking the file open, Ectoplasm saw the image of Shinsou's face and began to scroll down.

Something caught his eye before he could scroll more, under the department that Shinsou was in, said the department of general education. However, under it in underlined italic was Under Possibility of Department Switch.

'Interesting, is that why Principal Nezu was asking about him? That doesn't make sense though, Principal Nezu wouldn't put that much attention on a specific student.' carefully thought, Ectoplasm.

The more he thinks about the conversation he had with Principal Nezu, the weirder it becomes.

Putting that to the side, Ectoplasm knew that Shinsou probably wanted to switch to the Department of Heroes and a part of him hoped that with the upcoming Sports Festival he'll get the chance. Scrolling down he saw the basic information about emergency contact, age, last attended school, and so on.

Suddenly Ectoplasm froze mid-scroll as he stared at the screen where it showed the current address of Shinsou.

Mostly specific to the prefecture he lived in.

Fuyo prefecture.

Even though Ectoplasm mostly patrols prefectures close to Shizuoka, he had heard about Fuyo prefecture which was located quite a distance away from fellow pro-heroes. It was known to be a hotspot for criminals and villains due to the lack of pro-heroes and its severely underfunded police force. The poor residents of Fuyo prefecture experience crime almost every day in their daily lives.

He remembers asking why heroes don't patrol that area, and many of his fellow pro-heroes would answer that the prefecture was a lost cause. That it was already consumed with violence and crime. The only value that the area had was that it was one of the most known places for villains and criminals to hide.

It was a pity that Fuyo prefecture wasn't the only prefecture lacking pro-heroes or support, such as Toyama and Fukui were underfunded prefectures as well.

Ectoplasm frowned at the implication of this discovery, he knew that most of the youths in those prefectures fall into a life of crime or villainy. Nonetheless, Shinsou was different; he saw how the boy put in the effort to prove himself every day.

He was not one to judge when it came to someone's background especially since he knew had bad discrimination can get. And Principal Nezu was not one to discriminate given his past. So, his only logical conclusion was that maybe Nezu wanted to see the potential that Shinsou had in order to let him switch departments.

Either way, Ectoplasm decided to put the thought away and see what Shinsou had to offer during the Sports Festival. Maybe he, himself, could recommend Shinsou for the Department of Heroes?

Remembering the conversation with Shinsou, Ectoplasm lifted his head up towards his co-workers, "Sorry to interrupt you guys, but do you happen to know if the human-size robots are available for students to train with?"

Present Mic was the first one to respond, "Pretty sure they're available in Ground Beta, just tell them that they have to sign in and show their IDs to the front entrance to Ground Beta. And once they leave they have to sign out as well. Also, they have to enter the number of robots they want to use on the screen by the entrance."

"Alright, thank you Hizashi," said Ectoplasm.

Present Mic gave a thumbs up and a smile to Ectoplasm, who couldn't help but admire the energetic teacher.

"Is one of your students wanting to use it?" interjected Midnight, who had long spiky dark purple hair and sky-blue eyes. She was wearing a thin, skin-tight, white bodysuit with black, thigh-high garter stockings and black knee boots.

"Yeah, he was unsure if he was allowed to so I told him I would ask and give him an answer tomorrow."

"I'm glad your student is preparing for the Sports Festival, it brings me some nostalgia at remembering that we too were in their shoes! Right Shouta?!" said Hizashi, he had long blond hair and rectangular red eyes. He was wearing a black jacket with a very tall collar, upturned and complete with studs, and matching black pants and knee-high boots.

"Hizashi, you're too loud," muttered Aizawa.

"Aw, but Shouta remembers our first Sports Festival. You were in a different department and had this serious expression but I couldn't resist talking to you since you just look like a cute angry cat. Oh, then I accidentally trip over your capture weapon since you were still a newbie and didn't know how to wrap it around your neck. Let me tell you something, Ectoplasm I ended up falling on top of him and I swear I never saw him so embarrassed and- mhmm!"

Present Mic was cut mid-rambling when his mouth was wrapped around with a set of bandages that was coming from the person in front of him.

Ectoplasm nervously observes the current situation of Aizawa glaring towards Present Mic and his black curly hair floating in the air. Even when the man was injured, he could still murder someone with his glares.

"Zashi." muttered Aizawa, using one good hand to grip the captured weapon around Hizashi's mouth.

"Mhmm Mhmm Mhmh!" (I'm sorry, Shouta!) said a muffled Hizashi.

"Then behave," muttered Aizawa as he dropped the bandage around Hizashi's mouth.

"Now, now Shouta I know it was embarrassing when you first met, but admittedly it was cute." injected Midnight in a teasing manner towards Aizawa.

"It was not Nemuri, ever since that day I never had a moment of quietness," muttered Aizawa, oblivious to his ears becoming red.

'Lair.' thought Midnight and Ectoplasm.

"Shouta!" cried Hizashi feigning hurt towards the words of Aizawa as well as begin oblivious to Aizawa's ears becoming red.

"These two oblivious idiots," thought Midnight and Ectoplasm.

Midnight let out a tired sigh, and turned towards Ectoplasm "If you don't mind me asking Ectoplasm, what's the student's name?"

Ectoplasm thought that it wouldn't be that bad if he spread the name of Shinsou to other faculty members. He wasn't playing favorites, they asked, so he gave them an answer.

For some reason, Ectoplasm felt a genuine smile on his face as he turned towards his co-workers, "His name is Shinsou Hitoshi."

As the day was coming to an end, Principal Nezu was in his office when he observed the silhouettes of students from a distance as they exited the gate. His usual carefree smile was replaced with a more somber expression. His mind was running with several thoughts as he stared off at the students that were barely spreading their wings.

With every silhouette, Nezu's mind wonders about their story, their struggles, and the obstacles they had to face. He knew that the world was a cruel place but he knew that it was humans who made the world a cruel place.

Humans can be such monsters.

At the thought, Principal Nezu glanced at the file on his desk. The school application of one student by the name of Shinsou Hitoshi.

When saw that Shinsou had applied for a department switch from general education to heroes, he knew the boy must really want to become a hero. When he read more about Shinsou's file, he realized that the boy had practically climbed a hill of nails to attend U.A. While he wasn't the only one, the fact he was one of them shows how committed Shinsou is.

In the prefecture he lived in, many youths around his age never manage to escape that place and get devoured into a violent life either by choice or force. It was a pity. Nezu knew that the people should not have all the blame. Prefectures like Shinsou were practically left on their own since most pro-hero saw no value in patrolling those certain areas. Believing that their presence could never create an effect.

It's a shame, he knew that pro-heroes were taught about protecting the citizens of Japan. Nonetheless, it appeared that the ideal had been twisted into only protecting those who hold value and fit with society's standards. Even as a principal he held hope that the students who would become future heroes could change that twisted ideal to what their previous predecessors followed.

He knew firsthand the cruelty that humans were capable of inflicting. Some nights he can vividly remember the coldness of the concrete floor, the twisted sinister smiles toward him, and seeing how others next to him would never come back once they enter those white doors.

He would be lying to himself if he said that when he had escaped from that hellhole, his heart and mind weren't filled with hatred toward humans. He wanted nothing more but to watch them burn and suffer.

Then, when he started to build his life he saw the inequality and blatant discrimination that occur between humans. He had always thought all humans were the same, but as time went on he realized that not even humans saw each as equals.

Whether it was from status, background, or quirk. Humans always found something to differentiate themselves from others.

It was disappointing that pro-heroes were not that different.

He remembers the years as principal seeing the innocent expressions students had once they entered U.A. From dreams of helping others and maintaining peace, soon those dreams morph into achieving fame and wealth. Not that Principal Nezu disagreed, he knew humans were selfish and it was not an entirely bad thing.

Nonetheless, their goals of achieving fame and wealth had corrupted the ideals that their previous predecessors had during the new era of heroes. Today's heroes are more focused on fighting the villain throughout the city in hopes it would trend on social media sites to boost their popularity. Principal Nezu knew popularity was important, but it was sad that it held so much value to pro-heroes.

Sighing to himself, Principal Nezu knew he wasn't one to talk given that he became principal for his own selfish reasons too.

Even so, Principal Nezu never gave up on that naive dream of his.

Glancing once again at the file on the desk, the mouse let out a small chuckle at the unexpected anticipation of the upcoming Sports Festival.

"Show me that your background does not define you, Shinsou."

Author Note:

That's all for now readers, hope you guys enjoy.

I don't know when I'm going to post the next chapter since life can be complicated. But if Imma guess probably in a month or a month and a half.

Till next time, guys.