HERO

by oneaboveall364

everything in the universe of My Hero Academia have a series of events that takes place for a reason. but what if reason was thrown out the window and thus the beings of another multiverse were reborn into this world. the original series of events will be forever rewritten by the unpredictable hands of fate. [rated T for now, will change back to M in the far future]

7. Chapter 4 - Back to School

Author's Note: not much to note other than that this chapter follows to storylines. it has been awhile and I apologize for that. I pray for the safety and peace for
everyone of you. cherish the families that you have for they are the one to light the way through these troubling times.

Please leave a review and enjoy reading.

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Chapter 4 - Back to School

By One Above All

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As one would blissfully sleep in their warm beds and dream of their desires, they grow unaware of what may assault them in their lowered guard. It inches ever closer to you and you would fall victim to its deafening screech.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Ugh, shit."

For Victor Creed, it was the sound of his alarm. Reaching out to a certain part of his bed, his hand caught his phone and he checked the time. It read 6:40 in the morning. This told him one thing.

"Fuck, it's time to go back to school", said Creed tiredly as he got out of his bed. He stretches and performs his morning push-ups. After that, he gets out of his room and knocks at Logan's door.

"Hey, Logan. Wake up pal, it's finally time", Creed called out as Logan grumbled into his pillow. The young Canadian reached out for his phone to see the time and date. The three weeks after Creed's entrance exam was up and it was time for Logan to enter his first day as a Middle schooler in Japan. He got out of his bed and shook his head violently to remove the bed hair. Looking at the top of his dresser, he spotted the clothes that would be with him during his only two years of Somei junior high. His official Somei gakuran uniform. He dreaded the day would come when he would have to wear these damn rags. The only bright side is that he will not be the only one wearing it, but would it matter if everyone in this country had it on longer than he did. Some local bastard would just walk up to him and say that it did not look natural on someone like him.

Leaving his room, he meets up with Creed at the breakfast table and sees what they had for the morning. It was the usual, coffee and reheated leftovers. Still, Inko Midoriya is a damn good cook.

"You couldn't have bothered to make waffles?", asked Logan.

"We ran out of waffle mix, so we're going to have to go with what we got. God damn, that street vendor had the best damn waffles I've ever had.", answered Creed as he ate yesterday's fried rice.

"If only there was a waffle house in this prefecture or any prefecture", said Logan drinking his coffee.

Upon digging in, Creed decided it was best to see if his three jackass teammates were up as well for their first day as Yuuei students. Getting out his SHIELD communicator, he enters the multi-chat to see three screens waiting for the signal. Waiting for the jerks to answer, he continued to eat his breakfast and wondered how Yuuei was going to be like for them. Three years of it seemed like a long time to just help his neighbor get control over his power. He honestly does not know what was going in Carter's head when she decided to send them to Japan. But orders are orders, even if they did not make sense. Especially now since he's going to be taking orders from Doom of all people. He had never encountered the Doctor Doom from his Earth, but he knew that the Latverian punk was bad news for both sides. Hero or villain.

"What do you want, Creed?", said Erik as he dries his hair with a towel. Creed could see that apparently; he had just finished taking a shower. The two other screens lit up with the American and Latverian. Eddie Brock was eating his own form of breakfast and Victor von Doom appears to be already in the Yuuei uniform.

"What the hell?! Wait, Doom. Is that seriously the Yuuei uniform?", asked Creed in disgust.

"Unfortunately, yes. If not for the fact that they have our body measurements, this attire could have been better with the color pallet. How come you haven't seen yours yet?", said Doom.

"I haven't even taken it out of its box yet. Seriously, it looks like shit", said Creed.

"And from the look of it, Doom, you're already on the move. Did you seriously wake up that early? Some of us haven't even finished breakfast yet", said Eddie.

"Last three weeks had occupied my time with my personal projects. Putting some of the work requests from Forge on the side, all my progress has made major changes to my sleep schedule. I was working on something since the day before and decided to sleep early yesterday. If my calculations are right, then my work will only need three more days until it's finally complete", explained Doom.

"Other than Doom's little science project, how about the rest of you assholes. If you ask me, I really hope graduation comes early. I can't really stand school, not to mention the teachers we might run into. If they so much give me some lip, I'm going to them something to learn about", said a snarky Creed.

"Watch it creed. Our expulsion immunity can only cover so much depending on our decisions. An assault on one of the staff would most definitely get you removed. We are in Yuuei for our objective's sake and under the orders of Carter. If everything goes smoothly, it just might end quicker than we expect", said Erik.

"Mmph, didn't think you care for my neighbor that much, Erik", mocked Creed.

"I don't. But the faster Izuku learns to master One for All, the faster we can return to Europe and eliminate Hydra completely. So do try to not get in trouble Creed, otherwise it will be Carter you answer to", said Erik.

"Yeah, whatever. Speaking of schools, do any of you asshats have advice for my little bro. Today is his first day as a transfer second year student in Somei", said Creed as he turned the screens to face Logan. The three then looked at Logan who held slight nervousness to what they might say.

"Good morning Logan how are you holding up?", asked Eddie Brock.

"Not sure I'm up for it, Eddie. School is just another world for me now", answered Logan.

"As long as you avoid trouble and study, you will do fine Logan. The culture barrier may play a factor, but in time you will learn to adapt to any situation as you've always done", assured Erick.

"Don't let nobody drag you down, alright. You're stronger and smarter than you think. Looking out for yourself is a good idea, but it doesn't hurt to stick to the right crowd", assured Eddie.

They all looked to Victor von Doom for his advice to give to the young Canadian. He was currently passing through the Yuuei entrance. "What", he responded to their stares.

"Aren't you going to say something to help my bro with his first day?", asked an irritated Creed.

Doom sighed and then spoke. "Like what Erik and Eddie had said, you must be smart and cautious with your surroundings. However, you must also be confident. True, the culture barrier and the locals you'll be around might play a part. But it is all mere obstacles to undertake on the journey you set yourself out to be on. Being social should be a choice, not a hindrance. If they wish to stay away, then to hell with them. You alone should know what you want and need. That is all that is needed to be said", spoken Doom.

There was silence from the three, until Eddie spoke. "Wow, you actually gave some good advice. We half expected you to just stroke your own ego", said Eddie.

"It doesn't matter to me what you think, Brock. Overall, it will be up to Logan to find his way. Also, I expect the three of you to be here before the bell. Less I am stuck with the rumblings of some annoying teen among our new peers", said Doom as he shut off his communicator just as he entered the classroom.

"Well, it seems returning to school has gotten to Doom as it did to the rest of us", said a sarcastic Eddie.

"Or he definitely agrees that this whole op for some Japanese teenager who is going to be the world's next powerhouse is a waste of our time. Answer me this, Creed. Is Midoriya truly worth it? My patient is low, and my expectation is high", said Erik.

"Cool it, Lesher. You don't know Izuku like me and Logan do. He may not be a reincarnate, but he's a survivor like the rest of us. Trust me, if you guys get to know him more than just that one dinner, you'll see that he'll always be the guy at your corner", proclaimed Creed.

"And we will once we get to Yuuei. For now, let's just get ready for our first day. You too Logan, good Luck", said Eddie as he and Erik left the call.

Creed finished his breakfast and chugged his coffee. Letting out a breath, he allowed his healing factor to help his stomach rapidly digest his meal. Upon feeling satisfied, he looks to his right and sees the labeled unopened box that held his Yuuei uniform.

"For fuck's sakes, let's get this over with", said Creed as he grabbed the box.

The two Canadian brothers would finish their breakfast and prepare for the day. Meanwhile, a certain green haired fanboy would do the same thing with his mother. The day Izuku Midoriya received a holodisc that displayed All-Might announcing that he has been accepted in Yuuei, tears had filled his eyes and his excitement was ignited. He would then tell the news to Creed who was relieved that he and the guys wouldn't have to do plan B. When hearing about it, Izuku asked what plan B was. Creed told him that it was something he wouldn't like and that it involved deportation of a sort.

Nevertheless, after that day they celebrated by having dinner over at Erik's apartment. There, Inko Midoriya would be introduced to Erik Lesher, Eddie Brock, and Victor von Doom. being the mother of her son, she would know dearly just how empty Izuku's social life was. He would rarely ever talk about having friends in his now former middle school. So, imagine how bizarre it was for her when she heard that her son had quickly made three new friends, foreign ones especially. Apparently to her, Creed had introduced the three to Izuku and they all just hit it off. Overall, it's nice to hear that her son was being more social. From what she heard from Izuku and Creed, they sounded like an unorthodox bunch, but she would later see that they were way simpler than that. She also was impressed by their fluent Japanese.

Erik Lesher, the one who served dinner that night. He held a kind smile with a gentle voice when talking to her. He would make light conversations with her on what they have been doing during the nine months before the exam. Of course, he only used their civilian identities as the cover story. If Inko were to find out about their more classified involvement with Izuku, then she would never allow their closeness with him. On that night, the German teen had ensured their team's good relations with the mother of their objective. Eddie Brock simply acted as your typically friendly American, at least while he had enough material to make a talk about. Victor von Doom just stayed quiet and was on his phone the whole time. It was safe to assume that on that night the four boys wouldn't have any trouble with Inko Midoriya… for now.

Victor Creed was satisfied with that day. The guys had finally got to know the Midoriyas on a more personal level than just through a file. Even if some of them couldn't care less. Either way, he now had a more taxing problem to take on. The Yuuei Uniform.

"I'm really hating this uniform. This damn collar is not doing it for me, neither is this fucking tie", said Creed as he looks in irritation at his reflection on the mirror. The Yuuei uniform was something he wasn't looking forward to. At least it fitted comfortably on him, he just wished it didn't look so stupid.

"At least yours isn't as bad as mine, I seriously hate this. Plus, aren't you supposed to be wearing a tie?", Logan said as he looked at himself in his new black gakuran uniform.

"Screw the tie. Like hell I'm going to wear one", said Creed as he took off the tie and threw it in the closet. He and Logan got their backpacks together and exited the apartment room. They took a right and stood in front of the Midoriya's apartment door.

"I swear he better be ready. Three years of this shit is already long enough", said Creed as he knocks three times on the door.

"Izuku, Let's go bub. Yuuei awaits and I couldn't give a damn if we're late or not.",said Creed from his side of the door.

"Coming, Creed-kun", called out Izuku.

The green-haired fanboy had waited for this day and it had finally arrived. His next big step to being a hero. To be a student in Yuuei Academy. This was it. His tie adjusted, shoes tied, backpack ready, and his hopes high. He was about to reach the door, until his mother called to him.

"Izuku, are you all set?", asked Inko.

"Yeah", answered Izuku.

"Are you sure? You didn't just pack action figures, right?", Inko pressed on.

"I have everything. Now I have to go. I don't want to be late", said Izuku.

"Izuku", Inko called one more time.

"What", Izuku exacerbated. That was when he noticed the hopeful smile on her face and the glimmer in her eyes. What she was about to say would stick with Izuku through the morning for Inko had been meaning to say them since the day her son got accepted.

"I'm really proud of you son", happily said Inko.

He was embarrassed and happy by her words. Little did he know that the door was slightly open.

"Not to break the moment between a mother and her son, but we gotta hike it bub. The next train is going to be running", said Creed who peeked his head through the door.

"Morning, Mrs. M", greeted Logan who also peeked his head.

"Good morning, you two. It looks like you're ready for your first day", said Inko.

"Damn straight, Ma'am. Ready to go, Green bean", said Creed, who called Izuku by the nickname that he had given to him a few months back.

Izuku Midoriya was a little confused a long time ago being called Green bean by his Canadian friend. But eventually, he grew to welcome the nickname warmly. It's definitely better than whatever his old middle school would always call him. It told the fanboy that it means he wouldn't be alone at the beginning of his high school career.

"I'll see you soon, mom", said Izuku.

With that, the Canadian brothers and their neighbor departed from their apartment and headed to the next train to Yuuei Academy. On the train, they stood together within the cramped space. Izuku was squished in between Creed and Logan. He didn't really mind the conditions of the train. The crowding was something to get used to. Looking at each of the expressions of the two brothers, he could tell that they didn't like the cramped environment. However, there was another source of irritation in their slight scowls.

Thinking it through, Izuku got out his phone, but didn't turn it on. Tilting it left and right, the reflective black surface of the screen showed that some people in the train were looking at the direction of the two Canadians.

'Just as I thought, Creed-kun and Logan-kun must be irritated by the awkward staring they're getting from the other passengers. Foreigners are a rarity in Japan after all. I hope it doesn't discourage them the rest of the way', thought Izuku. He then felt a nudge to his left. Looking up, he could see Creed looking at him back.

"If you're wondering that we're bothered by the stares we're getting, then don't worry. Me and Logan don't really much care what they think of us", said Creed.

That had only slightly lifted some of Izuku's worries. It was then that their train stopped and the passengers had shifted to leave. The three looked at the current stop and it read they were on the street that led to Somei Junior High. This was Logan's stop.

"Looks like my stop. I'll see you guys later then", said Logan as he moved toward the exit. He stopped when he heard Creed called to him.

"Do your best, Logan", assured Creed.

"Have a great day at Somei, Logan-kun", assured Izuku.

Lifting a waving hand to assure them back, Logan walks through the crowd to be on route for his new middle school. As the train departed from the stop, Creed and Izuku were also en route for their new school. Yuuei Academy. Much to the knowledge of Creed and unknown to Izuku, A certain Latverian was already there and was waiting for the day to start.

… Meanwhile in a nearly empty Class 1-A room …

Sketching and writing calculations within his personal notebook, Victor von Doom blueprinted every possible installment to finalize his superior version of the Iron Man armor. Embodied from his latest line of switchblade, this work of technological art would be the steppingstone for future billion-dollar industry career and as well as the foundation of the mandatory heroics he will be performing. The last nine months have taught him that he will ensure his own success through his intellect and his cunning. Deprived from his mother's witchcraft, he was unable to gain a spiritual link with the mystical arts, whether they be light or dark. If he couldn't unite science with magic in his earlier years, then he will need to adapt and find a way intertwined his advanced science with another source of power that is commonly found on this Earth. Quirks.

This quirk gene is without a doubt the most convoluted concept within this Earth's biological and medical field of science. Two concepts to its existence remain constant. Quirk cells can be found microscopically within red blood cells and the gene will have a biological signal to label an individual with a quirk through the joints in their pinky toe. The genetic properties of the quirk gene are structured like Inhuman DNA, but functions like an X gene. Most humans with a rarity of animals have quirk cells that are structured differently. It's like snowflakes. They all look different.

This is all too apparent with his own quirk cells. Having looked at his bloodstream through the most advanced microscope he could create, he bore witness to the oddity that was his quirk cells. On one blood cell, the microscopic quirk cells were constantly changing shape and shifting through different shades of green. Another constant is that one certain shape and shade gleamed brighter as he used his quirk. Calculating the total number of combinations his quirk cells have, he estimated a total of 605 possible cells that correspond to his power. But that would be a problem for another day.

For now, the progression on his armor was his main priority. Thrusters and repulsers were simple, so was the HUD software. His take on an Arc reactor took some time due to a lack of materials needed to make one. The current technology on this Earth irritated him to no end. So much building and inventing was needed to get this far, but it was all worth it to have created the new line of original tech that would have been available back in his original Earth.

Looking through the pages, Victor von Doom felt satisfied. This armor will take his quirk percentage to a higher level, especially with the installed quirk-filters. Opened vacuum breaches within the armor shall provide passage for the quirk to be emitted. The microfibers woven into the quirk stabilization uniform will perform the rest. All the parts were set and all that was needed now was a field test. When though? Flipping to a blank page, he would begin scribbling possible times to perform the armor's functions. Remembering many of Eddie's near run-in with Japan's nightly heroes, he would need to schedule it for possible locations outside of Japan.

Doom's train of thought was then ruined by the sudden sound of the door sliding open. Quickly closing his notebook and putting it back in his bag, he would posture himself with a sit back position and his arms crossed. He eyed the door and waited for whoever was about to enter the room. What came first was an audible yawn.

"Man, why did I have to wake up so early again? Probably a first for me. Hopefully, the hotties in this class will make these three years worth it", said a nonchalant Japanese teen with blonde hair. A noticeable aspect of his hair cut is the black lightning-shaped streak on the left side. Upon hearing his voice and already assuming his personality, Doom wishes he were anywhere else right now.

The blonde Japanese teen was about to remove his backpack and find a desk to claim but was halted by the random sight of a westerner at the back of the room. The two locked eyes and to the blonde teen, the room felt tense. As the Foreigner's eyes held a frightening coldness and a dark calculative green glow, the blonde teen could feel his soul being read and his existence being judged.

'Man, this foreign guy is intense', the blonde mentally gulped.

Victor von Doom ceased his judging of the local teen and shifted his eyes to the board at the front of the room. The blonde teen had then felt relief flow through his whole body. Not wanting to get that intense feeling again, he just sat at the nearest desk and got out his phone. Looking through the posts on the social media apps on his phone, he started to feel more at ease upon sight of all the vibrant pics of his favorite celebrities. In some cases, pics with rather lewd displays of famous female heroes would appear as well.

Seeing that the blonde idiot was now occupied with his phone, Doom would silently reach for his notebook to continue sketching his blueprints for his armor. Unfortunately, another new peer would enter the room. Cursing his luck, he silently and irritatingly shifted his eyes to the newcomer.

"HEY, WHAT'S UP EVERYONE", the new student bluntly cheered into the room. Doom couldn't hate the current situation any more than he could. This loud and annoying peer had spiky red hair and sharp teeth. He can understand that everyone's biology is different due to quirk, but do they really have to have such vibrant hair. The Latverian could only wonder what other oddities may arrive this potential failure of a class.

The red-haired teen didn't receive a response to his greeting and then realized that there were only two other people in the room. Scratching the back of his head, he thought that it wasn't a good idea to be loud as an introduction. Looking at who was in the room, he took note of a fellow countryman who was surprised by his loud entrance and what could be the first foreigner he has ever met in person. Remembering the bus ride back home, the other applicants had been talking massively about some foreigners who had destroyed many of the mock villains and even taking on their zone's giant zero pointers. Feeling hyped to talk to someone who might have fought something that big, he eagerly redid his greeting.

"Eh sorry for that, hi. My name is Eijiro Kirishima, I'm ready to show everyone just how manly I could be", declared a grinning Eijiro.

The blonde teen was a little surprised by the newcomer's loudness, but it's good to have someone else to talk to other than the intense foreigner. Getting out of his desk, he walked over to Eijiro.

"At least you're friendly, my name is Denki Kaminari. You as stoke for this hero course as I am", greeted Denki.

"You bet. I've trained for so long for this. I'm even more excited that All-Might is going to be teaching here", said Eijiro.

"Damn right, I was in it for the hero course. But to have the number one hero as a teacher, I'm pretty sure we're going to be bigshots by graduation", said Denki.

As the two talked about how the rest of the course was going to be, Doom sighed mentally and shut his eyes to start his concentration. Cancelling any noise, he enters a meditation from his seating position to see whether he truly has lost his link with magic. There was a flecker here and there, but truly he needed an occult fragment of mystical energy to embody with. Eventually, he will retain his sorceries and it will be then that he shall feel his full potential. Powerful science, powerful magic, and even one day a powerful quirk. He will see to it that he becomes a mighty triad of power to rival that of any hero on this Earth. Hydra will feel the full might of such abilities. And on their death, Latveria shall be free and thriving again.

"Hey, you there", asked a voice that wasn't his.

Victor von Doom snapped out of his thoughts and opened his dark brown eyes to see an offending hand in his personal space. He followed the limb to see that it was the loud redhead.

"Never met a westerner before, hope we can get along. My name is Eijiro, what's yours", greeted Eijiro.

At that moment, all Doom wanted to do was smack the hand away and gripped the neck of this wrech. But knowing that his current position as a hero in training representing SHIELD, he decided for the sake of it he will be friendly… for now.

"So, I've heard, I am Victor von Doom. your enthusiasm is… overwhelming", greeted Doom.

"Sure, be friendly with him, but give me the death stare", said Denki.

"That's because you didn't introduce yourself. So, we are the three that have arrived first in this class 1-A. Although it is none of my business, but just why have you two arrived this early. Doesn't seem normal for your usual teenager to eagerly show up during this time in the morning", said Doom.

"I pretty much woke up early, because I couldn't wait to get this school year started. This place has been the top school to teach pro-heroes. Hell, some of the top ten heroes have graduated from here", answered Eijiro.

"My folks decided it was best if I took my sleep schedule seriously, so they pretty much told me to time my sleep if I was ever going to do good", answered Denki.

'An over-optimistic and a half-ass. Just brilliant, Yuuei. Really", thought a sarcastic Doom.

"I arrived early due to my sleep schedule as well. I've been working on some personal project and so I mistakenly awoke during four in the morning. I could only predict that we will be seeing our peers in roughly ten more minute", proclaimed Doom.

Eijiro and Denki looked at one another for how this westerner carried himself. Eijiro grinned and let out his opinion of the one named Victor von Doom.

"Man, you really sound like a guy who owns an agency. Plus, your Japanese is perfect. It's like you've been living here for years", said Eijiro.

"By this time, I've actually been living in Japan for nine and a half months now", said Doom.

"So hey, not to sound assuming, but your name is kinda… weird", said Denki.

"If you were suggesting that it might be because the word "Doom" is my last name, then do please let your opinion be heard. I've learned to live with it. There shouldn't be any shame with living by a family name", said Doom.

"It sounds manly though. So, where in the world are you from?", asked Eijiro. It was then that the two Japanese teens noticed the foreigner looking down until he answered with narrowed brows.

"Europe. Latveria specifically", coldly said Doom.

The two were silent by that response. From what they heard from the media; Europe was still suffering from civil wars. Media posts had shown some really graphic images. Families ruined, homes burned down, and cities completely wrecked by the battles between the European pro-heroes. Never would they imagine that a possible civil war victim would be a student in their class. Looking a bit closer at the Latverian's face, there was a small horizontal scar under one of his eyes. That was all the proof they needed to know that this guy has seen some shit.

"S-sorry for bringing that up. I didn't think that you we-", said Eijiro but was cut off by Doom's hand.

"It's fine. Let's just drop it and focus on the future. We're here to be heroes after all", said Doom as he returned to being content and calm.

"R-right, so can I ask you one more thing?", asked Eijiro.

"What is it", said Doom.

"Were you one of the foreigners that beat your zone's zero pointers?", asked Eijiro excitingly.

"Yes, I was", answered Doom.

"SERIOUSLY, NOW WAY. Is your quirk really that strong? What kind of training have you done to be that good?", rapidly asked Eijiro.

"Calm yourself. To be honest, I don't really know much of my own quirk as well. The doctors of my country couldn't even identify it with any of the equipment they had. All I could assume of it is that it is a type of particle manipulation", said Doom.

"You don't know your own quirk. well, from what I heard it sounded like you really know who to use it to the fullest. Must have been one hell of a fight against that zero pointer, right?", asked Eijiro.

"I was the only one with the will to take on the mechanical brute. The others fled like cowards as I showed my superiority", said Doom.

'Oh great, an ego to go with that cold personality', thought a nervous Denki.

"Ten minutes are up", Doom said suddenly.

The two were going to ask, but then another newcomer entered the room.

"Hey Eijiro, where were you? I had to look at a map to know where you were", childly whined a pink skin girl.

"Sorry Mina. I just got excited to see who else is in this class with us", apologized a grinning Eijiro.

Denki looked at the pink girl called Mina and thanked to whatever god that were going to be some cute honeys in the hero course. He then realized something. The Latverian guy named Victor had predicted that someone would arrive in ten minutes. Looking at the clock, it had been ten minutes since the first time they talked. He looked at Victor with a curious and weirded outlook. 'Seriously, this foreign guy is intense', he thought.

Victor von Doom didn't say anything during the exchange between Eijiro and this Mina girl. The personal lives of his new peers are something he plans to have no interest in. The pink girl's presence only proves to him that more colorful characters are soon going to be a part of his high school career. 'Honestly Carter, is this an op or a punishment', thought Doom as he is reminded that he is unfortunately a teenager once more.

"Well whatever, I can't wait for what we're going to go through in this hero course. And hey, who are these guys?", asked a now chipper Mina.

Getting out of his curiosity for the Latverian, Denki Kaminari walked up and put up his best lady killer face. This made Victor look away at such idiocy.

"The name's Denki Kaminari, babe", said Denki with a finger gun and a wink.

Mina saw the weak attempt at flirting with her coming from a mile away but decided to give a friendzone grin. She then looked at the foreign guy who sat at a desk. She had to admit, he was definitely a looker on his part. The stylish brushed up fringe with his soft dark brown hair, the stoic expression, and the horizontal scar under his eye. He seemed like those handsome teen actors from western movies.

"Hey, how about you, mister foreign guy?", Mina asked as she walked past Denki who slumped at the non-response. Victor really hoped that he didn't do any more of the same introductions. Mina then comes up in front of Victor's desk.

"Are you excited to become a hero? Cause I sure am", said Mina.

"I believe becoming a hero was the sole purpose of being accepted here. Yuuei Academy has much to be desired, less they disappoint", said Doom as he really wanted to get away from this girl's cheeriness. It's no wonder her and Eijiro know each other. He could only wonder what was taking his so-called team so long to get here.

… Meanwhile on the first floor of the Yuuei main building …

An elegant and prim hand tapped at an elevator button. As she waited for the elevator to arrive, she wondered just how her time in Yuuei could be like. Being accepted by recommendation, she had made sure that she provided only the best of her abilities to prove that she's hero material. Taking out a mirror, she examined herself to see if anything was any imperfection. Throughout her time in the wealthy class and higher learning, she has always known that one must be calm and collective for their first of anything. In truth though, she was a bit nervous for this being the beginning of her high school career. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Oh sorry, I didn't see where I was going", said a boy.

"It's fine, you were wobbling as you walked", said another boy.

Turning around, the girl at the elevator could see two boys talking to each other. The first that spoke had short blonde hair and a rather huge tail. The other boy was tall, had silver hair, and six arms. Apparently, the blonde one had mistepped and brushed against the tall one. The two boys then saw her and walked over.

"Pardon us, but is this elevator going to the floor that holds class1-A?", asked the boy with the tail.

"Yes, actually. It's my first year here", said the girl.

"Ours as well", said the six armed teen.

"Oh, then introductions are needed. I'm Momo Yaoyorozu", greeted Momo.

"I'm Mashirao Ojiro", greeted Ojiro.

"Mezo Shoji, a pleasure", greeted Shoji.

"And I'm Mineta", leaped in small teen named Mineta.

The three had jolted in surprise at the sudden appearance of the small grape-headed boy. The unexpected arrival of Mineta had even occurred at the same time as the elevator opening. Rolling with odd occurrences, the four first years got into the elevator and Ojiro tapped the button to send them to their desired floor. Before the elevator could close, another odd occurrence appeared.

"HOLD THAT ELEVATOR", said a New York voice as a handheld it open.

The four first years were then introduced to a tall Caucasian teen entering the elevator. Mineta was a little intimidated by the American. Momo and Ojiro were wide eyed as well. Shoji shared the feeling, but then recognized the American's face.

'It's you', thought Shoji. Entering the elevator, the western teen in front of him was revealed to the one who saved him from the fall caused by the zero pointer from the entrance exam.

"make some room, sorry for the tight fit", he continued to talk in English. With that, the elevator had finally rose from the first floor. The trip was quiet to say the least. Uncomfortable was the right term. Momo and Ojiro couldn't really make what of the foreigner on their right. He was as tall as Shoji. Very masculine as well with the muscle bulging from his shirt. His facial expression showed no care for the current circumstance. Overall, he seemed like a guy that holds little tolerance for anything strict.

Momo continued to eye him until the American looked at her from the corner of his eye. She didn't know how to respond to the awkward contact, but that's when she saw his right hand slightly rose. He motioned his hand to point down, signaling to her to look down. She did and then her focus was no longer on the American.

"ugh hey, what are you looking at", said an offended Momo who caught Mineta looking her thighs with drool dripping from his mouth. He then realized and made a pathetic attempt at a recovery.

"eh, I wasn't looking at anything", said Mineta who fain innocence.

"you're a real freak, you know that", said the American in Japanese which surprised the others.

"hey, wait, so you can speak in our language", accuse Mineta who pointed at the American.

"yeah, I can. I took Japanese speaking classes", said the American.

"then why didn't you speak it before?", asked Ojiro.

"I didn't think it mattered", answered the American. It was then that the elevator opened and revealed their desired floor. The first to leave was the American who left the first years behind them. They then followed and then Shoji spoke.

"pardon me", said Shoji.

The American turned around to face the six-armed teen.

"do you remember me?", asked Shoji. The American squinted his eyes and then remembered.

"oh yeah, you're that guy who nearly fell off the building", he said.

"yes, I am. I never really got the chance to thank you for that save. So, thanks, I'm Mezo Shoji", said Shoji who offered a hand.

The American looked at the hand that was offered and decided 'why the hell not'.

"I'm Eddie Brock. So, you were able to get accepted here", said Eddie.

"Indeed, I was. Your quirk in the entrance exam was amazing. To take on that zero pointer must of have taken so much strength", complemented Shoji.

Ojiro, Momo, and Mineta were shocked by this. This foreigner had fought something that big.

"it really wasn't that hard. But hey, are you three also first years? I need to get to the room that's class 1-A", said Eddie.

"oh, are you going to be a part of that class too?", asked Momo.

"pretty much, so do you guys know the way? This is the correct floor, right?", asked Eddie.

"yes, it is. It's further down the hallway", said Ojiro.

"thanks", simply said Eddie.

With that, Eddie Brock continue his track to the classroom. Momo, Ojiro, and Mineta just couldn't make head or tails of the American they have just met. They figured he is just a man of a few word. Something that Shoji could sympathized with. As Eddie was about to reach the door to the classroom, someone else beat him to it.

"move it, gaijin", said an angry teen with the most hostile emotional spectrum that Eddie had ever sensed.

The angry teen entered the room and Eddie remained quiet, knowing that it would be pointless to start fights this early into high school. It then dawns on him that he was the same angry local that sat next to them back at the entrance exam. It seems he got accepted.

"I see you ran into Bakugo as well", said a familiar voice. Eddie turns around to see Erik Lesher.

"still as sparky as the last time we saw him", said Eddie.

"indeed. As I got to an elevator, he had rudely went passed me and proceeded to threaten me with death by his explosion quirk. He even ordered me to pass on the threat to you, Doom, and Creed. He apparently remembers us as the "shitty gaijins" that were with Deku who I'm going to assume is Izuku", said Erik.

"must have been a rough elevator ride", smirked Eddie.

"I was tempted to just crush the damn thing with him in it. Unfortunately, he holds some value to our objective for reasons I will never understand", said Erik.

"pretty sure Creed will agree with you there", said Eddie.

"obviously. Much like Izuku, we're also going to be stuck with Bakugo for the next three years", said Erik as he and Eddie moved to sit in their assigned seat. Unfortunately, their desks were to Bakugo's left and right.

"hey, who said you damn gaijins can sit next to me", said an irritated Bakugo.

"the syllabus we received by mail had informed us that these are indeed our assigned desks. So, there's not much point for you to argue about it", said Doom who was to Erik's left. Bakugo, who has little care for what bullshit comes out of the extras around him, scoffs at whatever facts are thrown at him.

"so, how has your morning been, Doom?", asked Erik.

"it's been a rather social heavy experience. I've had several who kept asking just where in Europe was I from. And when it's not that, they would ask why is my last name Doom. Honestly, the nerve of them", said an irritated Doom.

"they're just children, Victor. They don't have the same experience as we do. However, you're right on one thing. Once Creed gets here, our Japanese peers will find it to be quite an oddity that four westerners are attending the hero course at the same time. What should be the excuse if some would to try make some assumptions on our presence", said Erik.

"I hacked into the Yuuei servers and databanks. It's been decided that our homeroom teacher is a mister Shota Aizawa. He was one of the teachers that were there when Agent Woo had that meeting with the principal. Reading through his profile, I'm willing to gamble that due to his close ties with the rest of the staff that he will most like not keep our presence here as a coincidence. He will absolutely reveal our positions in the SHIELD youth division and as well as the partnership between SHIELD and Yuuei. Overall, it will be fruitless to prolong the inevitable truth of our participation in this hero coarse. All we need to be cautious about is the secret between Toshinori and our objective, less we want anyone to find out", explained Doom.

As the two Europeans talk, Eddie Brock lowered his head into his arms and contemplated on what the rest of the year was going to be. The possible good times. The possible bad times. The possible weird times. He just let himself go into a daydream and be lost in it. He would have gone deeper into his mind if it wasn't for yet another familiar voice.

"Ribbit, I actually graduated from Salty Banks Middle School", said a froggy voice.

Eddie's eyes lit up and he looked around to find her. There she was talking to Mina and a girl with ear jacks. Activating his quirk Emotion Sonar, he once again was entranced by her blissfully flowing calmness. It was euphoric, like being on a cloud or experiencing what it could be like to bloom like a flower. Soon, it became too much for him and then he passed out.

"recent reports say that Yelena and her team will be a part of class1-B on the day after tomorrow", Erik was then cut off from his intel providing when he and Doom heard an audible bonk at Eddie's desk. They look to see Eddie completely asleep. They'll just chalk it up as him being tired from a craving.

"pardon me", said a new voice that was next to Doom.

Victor von Doom turned to his left to see a glasses wearing teen who was no taller than himself. 'This better be good', he thought.

"and you might be?", asked Doom.

"I am Tenya Iida. if I may recall, weren't you two and the fellow there with another foreigner who sat next to someone with curly hair?", asked Iida.

"indeed, we are. What of it?", said Doom.

"well, considering the fact the three of you have been accepted into the hero course, it only seems logical all five of you would arrive together. I hold no quarry toward you three and I'm willing to let go any towards your friend with blonde hair. I merely wish to speak to the curly-haired one of what happened back at the entrance exam. You see, I had misjudged him. I thought him an unworthy deviant of a foolish character when actually in him was someone who was more heroic than I could be", said Iida

Doom and Erik gave him the "are you serious" face. they didn't really much cared for whatever feelings he had towards them anyway. His problems were his own and it was even more annoying that he gives a damn speech about it.

"if you really wish to meet with them, then you're going to have to wait. Those two will arrive soon", said Doom.

"I see. Then just as show of sportsmanship, might I acquire your names so we may better common grounds in the future", said Iida.

"Victor von Doom"

"Erik Lesher. And the one at the end who's sleeping is Eddie Brock"

"might I asked why your friend is sleeping even though homeroom could start at any minute?", asked a suddenly serious Iida who started to move his hands in awkward motions.

'this fucking guy', thought both Doom and Erick.

… Meanwhile in the hallway …

"Creed-kun, we're going to be late for homeroom on the first day", cried Izuku.

"we got five more minutes, quit your crying", said Creed.

The two neighbors were jogging through the halls to find their classroom "this is it, class 1-A", said Izuku spotting the door.

"that's a big door. Probability for any fat asses who were lucky to be here", said Creed who remembered his run-ins with Fred Dukes.

"do you have to be so mean, Creed-kun?", asked Izuku.

Izuku then tried to reach for the door but stopped as his hand shook from nervousness. Creed sighed at the sad display.

"what is it now? Afraid to face the teach or something?", asked Creed.

"it's not that. It's just what if Kacchan or that stern guy from the entrance exam is in this class with us", said a worried Izuku.

"then I'll just kick their asses if they try something, alright. And besides, what are the chances that they are here?", said Creed as he opens the door for Izuku. They both went in to see that their luck was shit. For at the back of the room, Iida was correcting Bakugo for how he was seating on a desk.

"put your legs off of that desk now", ordered Iida.

"oh", mocked Bakugo.

"it's the first day and your already disrespecting school property you creatine", said Iida.

"did your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you just born with it", mocked again Bakugo.

"let's start over, I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei junior high", said Iida.

"Somei, eh. So, you think your better than me. I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one", threatened Bakugo.

"you would threaten me, your own classmate. Are you sure you're in the right place", said a shocked Iida.

Getting over with being threatened, Iida had then caught sight of Izuku and Creed. Doom and Erik had also caught sight of them. They wondered just what took them so long. "it's them", said Iida. Everyone in the room then turned to the two newcomers at the door. Some of them were surprised to see yet another foreigner in the class. The attention had made Izuku flustered and Creed scowled.

"oh um, hi", said Izuku nervously.

"all of you can go fuck yourselves", said Creed as he flipped them off. This had Izuku gapping he quickly acted.

"I'm sorry for my friend's bluntness. Forgive him, he doesn't mean it", Izuku said as he bows to the class.

Tenya Iida had decided to approach Izuku, until Creed got in his way.

"hold it, bub. If you think I'm going to let you run your mouth again at us, then you better be ready for an ass kicking", threatened Creed.

"Creed-kun wait", said Izuku who didn't want there to be a fight.

"If I may, there's something that I actually wish to say to the both of you", requested Iida.

"like hell I'm going to here it, I should-", Creed was then cut off when Izuku stood in front of him.

"Creed-kun, let's hear him out", pleaded Izuku. Creed rolled his eyed and nodded his head as an acceptance. Izuku felt relief.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this is my friend", introduce Izuku.

"Victor Creed", greeted Creed who had his teeth gritted.

"Midoriya-kun, both you and Creed-san had figured out that there was more to the practical exam, didn't you? You two must be very perceptive and I completely misjudge you both. I'll admit, as students, you are far superior to me", said a shameful Iida. After hearing that, Izuku thought how hard he found that to be believable. Creed however didn't care and still wanted to punch that four eyed jackass in his glasses.

"Hey, I recognized that messed up hair. Falling boy", said a cheery voice from the classroom door.

Three boys were taken out of their thoughts and looked at who just arrive. Upon seeing the brown-haired girl from the entrance exam, Izuku had started to go red face as a smirk start to form on Creed's face.

"all yours, Romeo", joked Creed as he went off to his desk. That had made Izuku go even redder as the girl in front of him continued to praise him for his powerful punch. Unknown to them, Bakugo had glared at Izuku the whole time. Thoughts were racing in his head as a flashback of their last confrontation at their old school had appeared to him. That damn nerd's pathetic courage to just tell him off like that. He swears that he will destroy that shitty little Deku once he knows how he got in. the explosive blonde was then brought out of his angry stare by the same gaijin who dared left him in that tree.

"hey, firecracker. You're in my desk", sneered Creed.

"like hell I care you damn gaijin. A shitty extra like you shouldn't be here", sneered back Bakugo.

As all this was happening, Doom and Erik were watching each of the spectacles and couldn't tell which was stupider. Their objective being easily flustered by a mere girl or one of their teammates being in an argument with an annoying local for a mere desk. They seriously wished for the day to be over with already.

"if you're here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now", said a rough and tired voice.

Gaining the attention of the reincarnates and the three students at the door, the newly arrived individual had appeared to them as a scruffy man in a full body sleeping bag on the floor.

"welcome to Yuuei's hero course", said the tired man who drank a fruit pouch in one go. Everyone in the room were shocked to see such a weird person, Doom knew who this was. Rising from his sleeping bag, he enters the room and announce his position as their homeroom teacher.

"I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher", said Aizawa.

Scanning the room and already taking an account on the three he first saw at the door; Aizawa could tell that this lot would need some major roughing up if they were to be his class. He already knew what he was doing to do to with the green-haired kid, especially with what he saw back at the practical. For now though, his eyes were locked at the main cause for what will make a very interesting school year. Four specifically. Although one of them was sleeping, the three that weren't had also stared back. They knew that he knew who they were. It didn't matter to him. Any trouble they could bring will be dealt with further down the road. Right now, he wants to get a feel of what they're capable of.

"alright, put these on and meet me outside at the P. E. grounds" said Aizawa as he handed Izuku a gym uniform. Moving to his teacher's desk, he then stacks two piles of the same uniform. One for females and one for males. In his hands are four male gym uniforms for the foreigners of the class. Walking towards them, Aizawa could feel the aura of behind their eyes as he got closer. The savagery of the Canadian. The coldness of the German. The cruelty of the Latverian. He wishes could say their mindsets were made by the shady guidance of the SHIELD organization but having read their files he could only guess what internal scars they carry.

As the rest of the student move out to the changing rooms, Izuku had looked back to his new teacher standing in front of the four that were to play role of his bodyguards during his time in Yuuei. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that soon everyone in this school will find out about the partnership between Yuuei and SHIELD. He just hopes that the secret of All-Might and him stay a secret. He then leaves to the changing rooms just as Aizawa was about to talk to his neighbor and his team.

"I suggest you wake him up. He also needs to hear this", said Aizawa who pointed at the sleeping Eddie Brock. Creed then shook him to which the New Yorker rose and cracked his neck.

"Man, I must have been out of it. What did I miss?", asked Eddie. He then sees that the room was empty except for his team and some new guy.

"look alive, Brock. This is our new homeroom teacher", said Doom coldy.

"I am not going to lie and say that I feel honored to have you join Yuuei. If anything, I would see to it that each of you are removed from this campus and this country. However, I'm obligated as a Yuuei teacher to dedicate my services to anything Principal Nezo sees as an opportunity to better the next generation of heroes. Even if it means having a partnership with you SHIELD operatives. Understand this, we don't have to like each other, and we certainly don't have to get at each other. What I do is for Yuuei. What you do is for that Director of yours. Are we clear?", said Aizawa with grit behind his eyes.

The four reincarnated former villains looked at one another and nodded in confirmation.

"Good. It said in the internationally law-binding contract that symbolizes the partnership between SHIELD and Yuuei that I'm allowed to send a request to Nezo for your expulsion from the school if I ever caught you performing acts against the quirk regulation laws of Japan, the pro-hero registration acts, and any and all acts considered aggression towards the pro-hero community. Other than all that, your Director had informed each of the staff that should the need arise when we would like a hand. We could ask of your services in any problem we find ourselves. Know that in the future, we won't need your help. If we ever come across an attack that endangers the students, then you go with them and not to where there's any conflict. Is that also understood?", said Aizawa.

The four boys once again nodded in confirmation.

"alright then. Today, we're skipping the orientation and going straight for the quirk apprehension test. I plan on tricking the students with a threat of expulsion to anyone who comes last on the ranking board. This will encourage them to try to give it their fullest to remain on the hero course. That really shouldn't affect the four of you, especially with what you're capable of. Get changed and meet us outside", said Aizawa as he left the room.

The four waited for the door to close and discussed about their new homeroom teacher.

"so, what's the verdict, Doom? Should we even take this guy seriously?", asked Creed.

"just like his file read, Shota Aizawa is a paranoid insomniac with stern judgement. However, there is clarity in his reasoning. For now, we will play along. At least for Midoriya's sake", answered Doom.

"I can definitely see why the Yuuei staff chose him to be the teacher for class 1-A, especially since the four of us are in it", said Erik.

"even if he didn't say the whole thing, he just gave a list of reasons why we shouldn't piss him off. So, why do I get the feeling that we're going to do that pretty early in the year", said Eddie.

"because he's a fuckboy and an amateur. What did I say, Erik? He was literally the first teacher to give us some lip." Said Creed.

"Enough, Creed. As much I find it pathetic to be degraded by a high school teacher, we are still honor bound to follow through with Carter's orders. We are to be Yuuei graduates in three years' time and that means to be a level playing field with the rest of our peers. And then of course, there's the matter of having Izuku Midoriya under our protective services", said Doom.

"so, it's settled then. Shall we get this over with?", said Erik as the four of them left the classroom to rejoin with rest of the class.

After changing into their gym uniform, the whole class meet outside to the school's track. Already knowing what will happen next, the four reincarnates weren't at all shocked like the rest of their peers. "A QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST", they cried out. The brown-haired girl commented that they were going to be late for the ceremony, but Aizawa informed her and the rest of the class that if they were to be heroes than they don't have time for frilly niceties. If there was one thing that the four reincarnates could appreciate, it would be that Aizawa was the kind of teacher to just get to the point. It was proof to them that their time here wasn't just going to be another shit show. Especially since they're not the only ones to take this radical form of education. All this for a shot at being a hero. Even though they were villain in their previous Earths, what the current society is on this Earth just didn't feel right them. Last time they check, being a hero didn't require a damn high school diploma.

"here in Yuuei, we are not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit.", said Aizawa. The class were getting nervous to what difficulties this course may provide, while the four foreigners weren't at all shaken and made mental comparison between Aizawa and Frank Castle. Mentally, they agree that Frank was worst.

"you've been taking standardized test all your lives. But, you've never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend that we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the administration of education will learn.", said Aizawa. Victor Creed knew all about that flawed belief. That anyone was created equal. What bullshit. As much as he hated to admit it, he was lucky that the bullet his shitty father shot him with gave him back his mutant powers. He then looked at Izuku and knew just how lucky this guy was. From being quirkless to becoming the inheritor of what could be one of the strongest powers on this Earth. They were both nearly killed for their powers.

One day when Izuku wasn't looking, Creed had snuck into his room and found his hero journals. Ignoring the over amount of All-Might merchandise, he found the very first journal his neighbor had ever made. The first sentence of the first page had forever cemented to Creed just what kind of a world he was reborn into. A world that made Izuku the crybaby he was today. It read, "not everyone was created equal."

"Bakugo, you manage to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your longest throw with a softball in Junior high?", asked Aizawa.

"67 meters, I think", answered Bakugo.

"Right, try doing it with your quirk", said Aizawa. He then passed an electronic softball to Bakugo who moved to the chalk circle.

"anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you're wasting our time", said Aizawa.

"Alright man, you asked for it", said Bakugo. Thinking of who was going to shock the crowd, he would let out his widest explosion yet to send the ball flying.

"DIE"

The force of the explosion had turned the ball into an upward comet that left a trail of shockwaves. This display had Izuku frozen with incoherence as just mutter what Bakugo called a war cry. The rest of the class were at awe of the power of such a quirk. The four foreigners of the class were… unimpressed.

"show off", they mentally scowled.

"all of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero", said Aizawa as he revealed to the class that Bakugo's throw had reached 705 meters. Upon seeing the chance to let their powers shine, Denki, Mina, and the rest cheered out their excitement to what could be a fun day. However, Aizawa shut that down.

"so this looks fun, huh?", said Aizawa coldly. As the class got tense once more, the four boys knew where this was going.

"you have three years to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime. Idiots, today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately", said a smiling Aizawa.

Everyone, except four the foreigners, were now shocked at the cost for failures on this day. To the four boys, they admit that all this was a bit harsh, but at the same time it so damn funny to see their nervous faces. But none were more nervous and scared than Izuku. Looking at his hand, he knew that there wasn't so much he could do with the current control at his disposal.

"Like I said, I decide how this class runs. Understand? If you have a problem, then you can just head home right now", said Aizawa who was enjoy it too much.

Everyone was now scare for their lives. The possibility to lose their dreams on the first day was ridiculous. Doom had to admit that the teacher's tactic to use fear as a motivator was quite efficient.

"even if he doesn't show it, this guy is nicer than Frank", creed whispered to Eddie.

"tell me about it", whispered back Eddie.

"you can't send one of home. I mean we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day, that is fair", said the brown-haired girl.

"oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic events that decimate whole cities? No. the world is full of unfairness. It's hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, Yuuei will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond, Plus Ultra.", said Aizawa.

Everyone was stuck to where they stand and took in everything their teacher had declared. Some were at a lost for words, but this only meant that the road ahead was going to be difficult. The foreigners however knew that way before even coming here. Looking at their peers, they knew that these kids don't even know what was truly unfair.

"show me that it's no mistake why you're here", said Aizawa. With that, everyone except for the foreigners got focused to give it their all. As much as it was funny to them squirm, the four could see it was about time for these kids to accept reality.

"I would say that we shouldn't any more time talking. However, the principal of Yuuei had instructed each of the staff to notify anyone of the student body and as well as their families that this year is going to be a little different for Yuuei. Originally, we were going to keep this on the down low but decided to go against for we saw that it could be a needed encouragement for everyone in the hero course to push themselves than ever before.", said Aizawa.

This news had returned everyone back to their nervous confusions. Just what could be different now? For them, they just couldn't believe that all this weight was being put on them on the first day. Izuku however knew what this was and looked to his Canadian friend and his team. He could see that behind their eyes that it was their turn to feel tense.

"as of today, Yuuei has entered in an international partnership with the SHIELD organization", said Aizawa. The bombshell had erupted shocked expression from everyone, even Bakugo couldn't believe this and wanted to what else will be going on. Izuku was the only one who wasn't as surprised as the rest of them. For he knew why they were truly here. They were here for him and All-Might. That's when a terrifying thought came to him. Does Aizawa know of their secret.

"Yuuei is right now at good terms with the Japanese division over in Tokyo. SHIELD has made a reasonable exchange. They've allowed the hero community to gain any accessible servers to aid in any and all investigations and villain manhunts. They have also offered Yuuei access to any assets to help improve the first, second, and third year hero courses. But in exchange, our assets are accessible to them as well. Not to mention that Yuuei will be working very closely with a branch of theirs that could provide to Yuuei much necessary talent. Joining your hero course for the next three years will be the best of the SHIELD Youth Department. And if you need prove, then they're standing right there", announced Aizawa who pointed the four ex-villains.

The class looked towards the four non-Japanese boys. Doom had his arms crossed with a cold expression on his face. Erik was that a silent killer with soulless eyes. Creed's face was locked in a scowl that could make any grown man cry. Eddie had the visage of an intimidating fighter who has seen his fair share of blood. What remained constant on each of their faces was that their eyes were narrowed at Aizawa. They didn't care for the looks that their peers were giving them. The silent types like shoji or the boy with red and white hair eyed them for the possibility of a potential rival. Others like Denki and Mina were nervous like hell considering they had met people who belonged to such a powerful group. Others like Iida and Momo then understood why there would be more than one foreigner in the class.

Not one of them could match the furiousness that lie within Katsuki Bakugo. He was supposed to be the number one in this class, but some damn organization had to send their so called best to steal his spotlight. His quirk is the best there ever will be and he will become the next number one hero. A hero even greater than All-Might.

It then came to Bakugo's mind a very important thought to another problem of his. He looked to Izuku and could understand now why the nerd was in this class. That blonde gaijin and his SHIELD friends must have help him. There was no way that a quirkless loser like him could have gotten into Yuuei without help. He swears that he will crush that shitty Deku and especially the SHIELD fucks that didn't belong here.

"alright, that's enough talking. let's get these tests over with", said Aizawa. Regaining everyone's attention, he moved to the 50-meter dash track. Everyone followed him, but some kept their eyes lingering on the SHIELD members. For they know that years was going to be interesting and unfortunately very hard.

"It seems you called it, Doom. He just told everybody who we are", said Eddie.

"I expected no less form him. It no longer matters though. Our peers now know of our allegiance to SHIELD and soon maybe even the whole school will as well. For now, we shall give them a sneak peek of true power is", said Doom.

The first test was a 50-meter dash. Each student raced against another for their fastest time. Tenya Iida currently held the fastest time of 3.04 seconds with his engine legs. Doom and Erik scoffed at that. They knew they could beat him. Creed felt nothing but cringe once he heard that Izuku got the worst time out of everyone. If it wasn't for that damn firecracker lighting his face up, then he could have beaten that rock-headed fat kid's time. Once everyone had gotten their turn on the track, it was then time for the SHIELD operative to race each other.

"Eddie Brock and Victor Creed, you're up", said Aizawa.

The New Yorker and the Canadian took their placement and positioned themselves on all fours. Creed extended his claws and Eddie formed his symbiote biomass around his limbs. As they gripped the ground, cracks appeared on the track. At the sound of the fake gunshot, they then raced on all four with great speed. Nearly neck and neck, they jumped to the finish line to which Eddie was the first to cross.

"3.4 seconds. 4.2 seconds", said the stop watch.

"Shit", said Creed.

"Suck it, Creed", said Eddie.

It was then time for the Latverian and the German. They both took similar standing position and charged their powers through their legs. For a while now, they had wondered who was the fastest between them and today they will get their answer. At the sound of the fake gunshot, a vibrant green and purple shockwave could be seen at the start as the two European were blurs to everyone's perception. A cloud of dust had then erupted as they had reached the finish line at the same time.

"2.51 seconds. 2.51 seconds", said the stop watch.

"TIE", Doom and Erik said to each other.

Moving on to the rest of the tests, the four participated in grip strength. Much to the shock of their peers, they had the strongest grips beating that of Shoji and a teen named Sato.

The four had easily cleared the long jump and repeated sideways jumps. Thus, the next test would be the ball throw. As much as they hated it, they had to admit to the fact that the brown-haired girl had an unbeatable throw. Infinity, like what the hell. Much to Creed's cringe and expectedness, he saw Izuku have a turn at the ball throw. Knowing that the expulsion was a lie, he wasn't worried about Izuku having last place. However, he was worried about the progression Izuku had with his quirk. He hopes to God that Izuku has at least some control with his quirk.

"Dear lord, Green Bean is literally sweating bullets. Just find your chill, damn it", thought Creed.

Next to him, Creed could hear the infinity girl and Iida say their concern for the fanboy.

"if Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he'll be the one going home", said Iida.

"huh, of course he is. He's a quirkless loser", said Bakugo.

As the two boys' bicker, Aizawa analyzed the green-haired boy in front of him. Knowing full well of the flaw behind the boy's quirk, what happened back at the practical exam was something he just can't tolerate. This kid shouldn't belong here. 'here it comes', he thought.

Having not seen what Creed saw at their battle zones, Doom, Eddie, and Erik were expectant on any results of All-Might's teaching on Midoriya. If this local truly was to be a future asset for SHIELD, then they must see just what kind of power lies within him.

Izuku then enters the circle and thinks back to all the support that he has had from his mother and All-Might. He would do it. It would be the hero they believe him to be. 'I won't let them down', thought Izuku.

He then threw the ball… and then failure. He had earned a mere 46 meters.

'what was that?', thought an unimpressed Eddie.

'seriously', thought an unimpressed Erik.

Doom was also unimpressed, but instead think of his critique he just pinched the bridge of his nose.

"the hell?", muttered Creed as he narrowed his eyes at Izuku's arm. A while back, he had trained his senses to the point where he could pick up on the scent of a quirk being activated. He could have sworn he smelled Izuku's arm being lit up. That's when another scent hit his nose.

"I erased your quirk"

All eyes turned to Aizawa who had loosen his scarves and his hair started to rise. Although his eyes were covered in shadow, the four could see that they glow red like Frank's. so, he too had an ocular quirk. It was then revealed by Izuku's realization that this teacher was indeed the erasure hero, eraser head.

"from what I observed, you can't rein in your quirk's full power. Meaning you can't use it efficiently at all. Did you believe someone would come save you after you crippled yourself again?", said Aizawa

"N-no, I didn't, I Ju-", Izuku was then cut off by Aizawa wrapping him in his scarves.

"whatever hopes you may have nursed of your imminent rescue, as you can see, nobody is in a position to come to your aid. You've his brute courage, but all you'll manage to do is run around like an idiot who needs saving himself. Face it, your power won't help you to become a hero, Izuku Midoriya", said Aizawa.

Aizawa then deactivates his quirk and let Izuku down. Izuku now feeling pressure well up within him walked back to the circle. Creed however couldn't accept this. The Japanese students to his left were giving their worries and doubt, while the asshole teacher in front of him had pretty much deemed his neighbor a dead man. Green Bean looked as if he was told the worst thing he had ever heard. He would believe that he wasn't worthy to be in this school if he couldn't control his quirk. Something in the Canadian ached to be brought and so he let it out.

"Izuku, Prove the bastard wrong", Creed said for Izuku to hear. The fanboy turned around to see the fierce scowl of his friend. The eyes of the Canadian held an ambition for one certain goal. The mission. He remembered what Creed told him a few months back. That it didn't mattered to him if he couldn't be an acceptable hero in society, all that mattered was the mission. And his mission is to see this green-haired boy move on from being a potential failure to the hero that the world needed.

That was all that he needed to remember why he must succeed. His mother. All-Might. And now, these four guys that willingly took a task to risk their lives to make sure he could be a great hero. They shouldn't have to do that. Risk it all for him. That is why he can't fail.

Reeling his arm back and inhaling enough air, Izuku concentrated One for All into his finger. He then threw the ball with tremendous force to break the sound barrier, giving him the record of 705.3 meters. The whole class were mixed with astonishment and shock.

"Aizawa-sensei, you see, I'm still standing", said a victorious Izuku clutching his broken finger.

"this kid", said a grinning Aizawa. He wasn't the only one who was surprised by this boy's power.

"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power", said an excited brown-haired girl.

"his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. His quirk is very odd", said Iida.

"it wasn't a very pretty throw", said a blonde French kid who Creed was tempted to punch before.

Bakugo was the most shocked of all. Racing in his mind, thoughts of how something like could happen were being made and replaced. There was no way. Deku was, no, is a quirkless loser. Then how?

Victor Creed however had a toothy grin on his face. looks like Green Bean is finally getting somewhere. He looked to his left to see his team's response to the power they saw.

"Damn", said Eddie in awe.

"indeed", agree Erik.

Doom didn't comment on the throw for his face hadn't left its cold expression.

'whatever. At least they got a taste of what Izuku is made of', thought Creed.

The four were then brought out of their thoughts when an angry Bakugo had charged at Izuku.

"HEY. DEKU YOU BASTARDS. TELL HOW YOU DID THAT OR YOUR DEAD", roared Bakugo with several explosions in his right hand.

Izuku freaked out and was scared for his life. Creed was about to jump in until Aizawa's scarves latched on to the explosive Bakugo. The teacher then revealed that his scarves were indeed his signature capture weapon. Under the fabric, the scarves are made of carbon fibers and a special metal alloy. Doom and Erik were impressed by the concept but would have been more impressed if the scarves were made of a much stronger material. Then again, image how heavy adamantium scarves would be.

"stand down. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye", demanded Aizawa.

"we should get this guy to have a staring contest with Frank. Wander who would win there", said Eddie.

"obviously, it would be castle. Considering the training he put us through, that man doesn't feel pain anymore. Dry eyes would be nothing to him", said Doom.

Aizawa then let go of Bakugo, suggesting that their time was being wasted. With the coast clear, Izuku immediately rushed back to be between Creed and the brown-haired girl who checked on his finger. Bakugo's intense glare hadn't left Izuku. He swears that he will crush the nerd like a damn bug. His glare was then halted when the Canadian and Latverian got in front of Izuku and glared back at the explosive blonde. Bakugo's anger had then intensified more at the gaijins who dared bring that shitty nerd to Yuuei. No longer wanting to see them, he turned the other direction.

"you're right, Creed. That one is going to be trouble", said Doom.

"tell me about it", said Creed.

Their own glares were then ended by Aizawa's voice calling to them.

"SHIELD, it's your turn. Victor Creed, you first", said Aizawa as he passed the ball to Creed.

Creed caught the ball and walked over to the circle. Taking a simple position and tensing his muscles, he threw the ball to receive a distance of 101.6 meters. An above average record to be sure. he then walked back to his spot and sighed knowing that his three asshole teammates were going to get better distances than him.

Eddie was next to throw the ball. Taking a similar position to Creed, he formed the black biomass to his right arm and threw the ball. The force behind the throw was at least strong enough for Aizawa to feel a breeze from where he was standing. Eddie Brock's record was 511.14 meters.

Erik was next. The German had felt up the ball and sense some iron-based electronical parts within. He looked to Izuku and Doom, giving them a slight smirk. The fanboy sweat dropped as the Latverian scowled. Rotating the ball with his magnetism, translucent purple spark wrapped the sphere as it was then launched straight to the sky. Its ascension was far louder and fiercer than Izuku's own throw. The German's record was 766.14 meters.

Midoriya was gaping open as shock and awe filled his being. His own record was already broken. Bakugo on the other hand was more pissed off than surprised. Not only did Deku reached his record, but some shit gaijin from SHIELD had beaten him. Just what the hell was happening right now?

Now, it was Doom's turn. As he stood in the circle, he looked at the ball in his hand. With realization, Doom himself took a glance at Izuku and noticed the slight similarities with their powers. They were both potentially powerful and the results were a part of them getting hurt.

Although it was the old Doom talking, there was no way he was going to have an equal on any aspects. He may pledge to protect Midoriya as part of the mission, but he too as another hurdle to jump over. Emitting the green energy of his quirk and concentrating to his palm, the ball spun in a much faster speed to Erik's. and then came the launch, the ball was sent flying with a blazing green trail behind it and giving him the distance of 766.15 meters. Officially being the highest record of the class. The class were now more tense to the fact that guys like him were even in SHIELD.

This time it was Doom's turn to smirk and Erik's time to scowl. Izuku was at awe while Bakugo was pissed. 'showoffs', thought both Creed and Eddie.

After the three final tests, it was time to see everyone's rank and to see who came last. It was something Izuku had been dreading for.

"alright, it's time to give you your results. I ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list, no point to going over each of you on your score", announced Aizawa.

Looking for their ranking, the four weren't surprised by the results. Doom had first place, Erik with second, Eddie had fifth being underneath Tenya Iida, and Creed was below him at sixth. And unfortunately, Izuku ranked last. He could feel the pain of his failure aching at him. All that training for nothing. He then felt Creed's hand on his shoulder. He looked to him to see a comforting smile. But why? He failed.

That's when the bomb dropped.

"and I was lying, no one is going home", suddenly said Aizawa.

Everyone was dead silent.

"that was a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the test", said a grinning Aizawa.

"WHAT", the class cried out.

"I'm surprised the rest of you haven't figure it out already. I'm sorry, I really should have said something", said a girl with a spiky ponytail.

Izuku couldn't believe what he heard. He was scared shitless for his life during every test and it turns out that the expulsion was a lie.

"yeah, the four of us knew it was a lie too", said Creed.

"what. You knew", said Izuku.

"pretty much", said Eddie.

As everyone relaxed, Aizawa walked toward Izuku and announced that the tests were over. Izuku had then sighed in relief as Creed patted his back in support. Aizawa then instructed him to go check in to the nurse to have his finger checked. After this, he told everyone that tomorrow was going to be a lot harder. Everyone then retired to the changing rooms. The four reincarnates knew at this time they should separate and head to their own apartments. Splitting up after the final bell will help with avoiding suspicions of any who notice their closeness to Izuku. They all agreed that Creed will be the only member to be on a personal level with the fanboy as the others kept their distance. They have also agreed to sitting at their own table during the lunch period as a means for Izuku to better socialize with the rest of their peers.

The four reincarnates would go their separate ways for the day. As Erik and Eddie went home, Creed and Doom stayed behind for certain reasons. Creed waited at the entrance for Izuku to walk him over to the train stop where they will pick up Logan. Meanwhile, Doom had a certain matter to analyze.

After the class, Aizawa was about to call it a day. Until he was stopped by a certain number one hero in a bright yellow suit.

"Aizawa, that was a rotten move", said All-Might.

"All-Might, so you were watching. No talk shows today", said Aizawa.

"a rational deception. That cute, but you're not exactly known for being light-hearted. I read your file. Last year, you expelled an entire class of freshmen students. You have no problem with kicking students out, especially those you deem unworthy. You were planning on sending last place home. So that could only mean, you see the same kind of potential in young Midoriya that I do", declared All-Might.

"what is this about? It sounds like you've been in this corner the whole time", said Aizawa.

All-Might flinched at that response.

"isn't it a bit early to be playing favorites? He doesn't have zero potential; I'll give him that. If that were the case, I would have seen straight home after class with no hesitation. It's cruel to let a kid dream about something that could never come true", said Aizawa with a cold expression.

All-Might observed the fleeting figure of Aizawa. He has known him for quite some time now and truly understood his character. No matter the quarry, they will always find it in themselves to trust the other.

"In your own strange way, you're a kind man, Aizawa. I know that. But clearly, we are going to have us a problem", said All-might as Aizawa left the scene.

"Indeed. For a teacher, he is quite unorthodox", said a new voice.

All-Might, surprised by the voice, turned to see that it was one of the four SHIELD boys that would monitor and protect young Midoriya. Remembering to have read their files, he knew each of their names. The one that in front of him was none other than the Latverian, Victor von Doom. A part of All-Might wondered how a child could have such a name.

"uh-um, oh, you must be Young Doom. How was your first day in Aizawa's class?", said All-Might.

"he definitely made it clear that he doesn't trust the four of us. Overall, he will be quite the instructor to have. However, I'm not here to talk about him. I'm here as the leader of my squad to make sure everything aspect of our mission goes smoothly. Our positions in this academy and the security of both you and Midoriya", said Doom.

"I see. As much as I appreciate the protection you provide to young Midoriya, rest assure that in time he will find a balanced control of the power he inherited from me. Yuuei will teach him how to control it and he will excel in time to truly embody what it means to be a hero", said All-Might.

"with his mindset, I don't doubt that. But until I see an acceleration to his progression rate, he might become a liability than an asset. No doubt what we saw today is proof to him being a quick learner but putting hope on him this early is reckless. he is still just a young man and has yet seen the true dangers this world could create", said Doom.

"though that may be true, one could say the same about you, Young Doom. I have gone through your file and read of your many accomplishments, but I can't help but wonder just how someone so young could be that influential in an organization like SHIELD", said All-Might.

"Carter and I have a deep respect for one another. We both know one can't do without the other. We both seek a safer world and I plan on making that a reality. My squad being in Yuuei and Midoriya's insured future are key factors to that goal. Victor Creed will watch over Midoriya. Erik and Brock will make sure that your secret stays a secret. I will monitor any and all changes and progression to One for All on both you and Midoriya. While that is being done, we will continue our role as Yuuei students till graduation. After that, anything that happens on your successor is on him.", explained Doom.

'my goodness, so young and already sounding like a general. Do all kids in the Youth Department act like this?', thought All-Might.

"I won't dictate how you take care of yourself, but it would be preferable if you lasted for a very long while. At least enough to motivate Midoriya to not lose confidence in himself. There is only so much sugar coating he's allowed to have until the reality turns bitter. So my suggestion, give him advice that will strengthen his drive. Not as All-Might, but as Toshinori Yagi. After all, the one very certain thing that you and Midoriya have in common is that you have similar origin stories", said Doom as he walked away.

All-Might looked at the foreign boy who would leave the scene to return to his apartment. The file that belonged to the Latverian had mentioned his time as a child soldier in the rebellion. Truly a tragic beginning for someone who became a Yuuei student. SHIELD orders or not.

"Victor von Doom, I won't dare say that I understand your pain. The internal scars we bare are far too different, but we both know what it's like to lose someone dear to us. I can't imagine the horrors you've face in your home country. For the bloody civil wars where heroes would fight other heroes is just unbearable to think about. But maybe, just maybe. If SHIELD was able to rekindle your strength, then Yuuei will surely rekindle your faith in heroes", said All-Might as he then leaped away in the air.

… Meanwhile at the Yuuei front entrance …

Victor Creed waited at the front entrance of the school for Izuku Midoriya. The rest of the day in his mind was just to get to the train with Izuku, pick up Logan, and get some dinner. This Aizawa guy was going to be a pain in the ass. Baguko has gotten more violent now, so he'll also be an issue. Everyone else in that class were just background characters for him and the team. Eddie was no doubt the friendly one in the group. So, if any of their peers even think of getting social with them, then they'll either need Eddie as a messenger or just back off.

However, Izuku isn't as antisocial as they are. Creed could admit that it would be a dick move to not let his neighbor have at least some contact with the local.

'hell, if that was the case, then Green Bean will never score any chicks', jokingly thought Creed. He was then brought out of his thoughts when he picked up Izuku's scent from behind.

"oh man, I'm really tired", said Izuku as he tries to make his way to the Canadian.

"I could only imagine why, Green. Come on, let's get Logan and head home", said Creed. They were about to move until a new scent hit Creed's nose. 'oh no', thought Creed as he knew who it was. Feeling a hand touch his shoulders, Izuku turned to see Iida behind him.

"uh, hey there Iida", said a surprised Izuku.

"what are you still doing here, bub? School's done for today", said a not caring Creed

"I merely wish to check up on Midoriya. So, how's the broken finger doing", asked Iida calmly.

"oh, it's doing fine. Thanks to Recovery Girl", said Izuku. He then explained to them how Recovery Girl's healing quirk worked. Iida found it quite informative, while Creed cringed at the thought of it. 'we're definitely handing you over Eddie, Green Bean', thought Creed.

The three then walked together to leave the school grounds. Looking at glasses, Creed hated the thought of seeing this guy more often. Then again, he can't really do anything about it. At the end, he'll just have to get use to coexisting with Iida. It would be the best considering he needs to keep his cover and that engine legs here is probably going to be around them. Looking at Izuku who was looking at his fist with a banged finger, Creed could see that Green is full of thoughts of how he needs to get better with that quirk. God knows he needs to. Still, today proved that he was getting somewhere.

"I was a bit concerned about Mister Aizawa's approach for class. But I trust the school's judgement, Yuuei is the top program. Even so, lying is just downright immoral", proclaimed Iida.

'I thought he was scary, but that's not it. He just serious about school', thought Izuku.

'this fucking guy', thought Creed. He could see the irony though. Half of his SHIELD career literally involves lying. Hell, he was doing it right now just by being a student in Yuuei.

The three of them stopped when they heard a girl's voice.

"HEY, wait up you guys. You're going to the station, I'll join you guys"

They turned to see the brown-haired girl from before. Izuku was starting to get pink cheeks, Creed and Iida were wondering why she would wish to see them.

"you're that infinity girl", said Iida.

"I'm Ochako Ururaka. Let's see you're Tenya Iida, Victor Creed, and you're… Deku, right? Midoriya", said Ochako.

"Deku", cried Izuku

"yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you. During the fitness test, he said"

"DEKU YOU BASTARD", said a bakugo thought bubble.

"well, I'm names actually Izuku. Deku is something Kacchan calls me to make fun of me", explained Izuku.

"that's real unsportsman-like", said Iida as he held his chin.

"Firecracker is a real jackass", said Creed as he put his hands in his pockets.

"oh, I didn't realize that, I'm sorry. But you know what I like Deku. It could make a real hero name. plus I think it's kinda cute", said a cheery Ochako.

"Deku it is", said a red face Izuku.

"just like that. But, didn't you say, it was an insult", said a confused Iida.

'this FUCKING guy', thought a smirking Creed as he was seeing Green Bean's red face.

After Izuku said something about a paradigm shift, the now group of four walked their way to the station. Victor Creed looked at the train schedule and map. He took note of when and where the train will be. 'If Logan is smart, he would do the same', thought Creed. Looking at the group he was with, he could see at least Izuku had an alright first day. He was smiling as he talked to his two new friends. Creed smiled at the sight.

'the last thing they need is a scary looking Canadian like me to ruin the mood', thought Creed. His mind then shifted to Logan and the possibility of what his first day was like. From what he heard from Iida, Somei Junior High was pretty much a private school for rich kids. He hopes Logan didn't run into any trouble.

… Few hours ago, after Logan left the train …

'This place better not be a pain', thought Logan.

The reincarnated Wolverine stood on the sidewalk as he witnesses the middle school campus of Somei from the other side of the street. Among him were the new first years. He would have found it awkward being the only second year of the group if he actually gave a shit about it. His eyes were focused forward as he ignored the curious stares he was receiving. At this point, it was getting annoying now. Once the crosswalk post lit green, he and the first years traversed through the street to the entrance of Somei.

Now on campus grounds, Logan wondered how big everything would be. from the brochure, all they showed was the main building. Pass the entrance, the Somei campus was made up of three buildings. A wide, horizontal rectangular building with an entrance that read P.E. section. The two buildings in front of it were similarly vertical rectangular. The left one read student center and the right read core education. It was a simple enough layout for a middle school, but what really got to him was the fancy shit that the whole place was covered in. a week ago, he had looked up Somei on the internet and there were several reviews on how it was a middle school that taught some of the wealthiest kids in Japan. If being not a local wasn't already a disadvantage, then clearly his economic background was going to be one.

'After seeing my parents dead and murdering my biological father, I was looked after by brother and we lived off the Canadian wilderness. So, how was your break? Yeah, that a damn nice way to break the ice', sarcastically thought Logan.

Logan then went through his bag and found his transcripts which were created by Forge. Remembering what the bandana wearing mechanic said, he just has to deliver these to the main head of the school. He was given instructions online by the faculty that he would be allowed to skip orientation to have a one on one with the principle on the in's and out's of the campus. Forge had also told him that the transcripts were made so that he would be put in the higher learning classes. Yeah, thanks for the pressure bub. The jackass even said to try to wing it and make up his own origin story of how he got here.

Since he didn't really have a team of his own, Logan wasn't allowed to bring up any indications that would reveal his involvement with SHIELD. At least the transcripts said that he's a transfer student from Merlyn Grant Middle School. Maybe with that he could pull a fake origin story out of his ass.

Logan proceeded to the main building and walked with his signature slight scowl. Looking left and right, rich kids at every corner and they all have very distinctive traits about them that his enhanced senses could tell. If he had to guess, then maybe in Japan the richest people have the best quirks. Yet another thing he's not looking forward too.

Logan then made his way into the main building where he could see the first- and second-year students have small reunions before entering a lecture hall for orientation. Ignoring the crowd, he would traverse through the halls until he finally arrived at the office department. There he would wait for someone to bring him to the principal. Seating on one of the waiting chairs, he would see all the students clear from the hallway and the sound of an announcer could be heard. After ten minutes, he would be brought out of his waiting by a slender woman with long black hair and dressed in gray business wear. Her faculty badge read Assistant Principal Zoe Ishihara. Her face had a calm, but cold expression that unsettle many people. Logan would have felt some chills if it wasn't for the fact that she's hot.

"you must be Logan", asked Zoe.

"I am", answered Logan.

"come with me", said Zoe.

Logan got off his chair and followed the assistant principal to the principal's office to have his transcripts verified. Entering the office, he could see Zoe standing next to a damn big bastard. The bub had red eyes, yellow scaly skin, and wings. To put it simply, he was a freaking eight-foot dragon man. Logan would have found him a bit intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that the big guy looked funny in that suit of his. The little sign on his office desk read Principal Zoga. If anyone else was in the office, then they could tell from the look of the principal's eyes that he really didn't like to have his time wasted.

The young Canadian and principal would stare at each other with neither one showing any emotions. The principal's eyes glow red and Logan's didn't care.

"long way from home, aren't we young man?", said the principal in a deep and groggy voice.

From where Logan was standing, he could smell that this guy had plenty of stake the other day. Any other element couldn't be picked up which told Logan that the principal wasn't the fire breathing type. If this guy was any other cheesy principal, he would answer like any other bub. However, the one in front of him was giving him bad vibes. He refuses to look like anyone else's bitch.

"seems like it. I figured I spread my wings and see the world", said a nonchalant Logan.

"so free spirited, are we? Far from home, away from family, and in a land that he knows nothing about. Yet, you seem to have no care in the world. It's good to be calm during stressful situation, but to be careless is a very bad trait in a person. Just how exactly did someone like you get into my school?", said Zoga.

"this will probably answer that, Principal", said Logan.

Principal Zoga looked over the transcripts and then allowed Zoe to see if they match the information in her digital tablet. She nodded in confirmation and he grunted in annoyance. He then placed the transcripts in his desk and brought his hands together to regain his posture. His red eyes once again meeting Logan's.

"So, it seems that you do have a position in my school. A school that accepts only the best of Japan. The seniors and the freshmen have all appear to show signs of quality people to be the future leaders of our fair country. Could you possibly ever see yourself be in such honors and high standings?", said Zoga.

The two had then turned their stares into scowls. Logan was really starting to hate this guy. Even if this bastard didn't literally say, it is very obvious that he really didn't want someone like him in this fancy shit school. Well sorry bub, but I'm staying.

"I'm not here to be anyone's leader. I'm no one's future boss and I'm no kid to some rich people or to some politician. I'm here to study, get good grades, and graduate. After that, we can happily never see each other again. You'll still be in this office and I'll be in Yuuei and become a hero in training", said Logan.

"So, you wish to be a hero. That's even worse. And from what your transcripts say, you are a rather bland quirked individual. Bone Claws, not really much hero potential in that. Especially with the variety that exist in Somei", said Zoga.

"I'm still trying. I'm going to graduate. If there's anything else, I think I should attend my first class now. Can't have a tardy, right?", said Logan.

The two continued to scowl at each, until Zoe spoke.

"Principal Zoga, he's slightly right. The orientation has ended, and the students are getting ready for homeroom. Shall I escort him to his classroom?", said Zoe.

Zoga waved his hand in accepted and Zoe lead the young Canadian to his homeroom. Once the foreigner left, he grunted at the thought of having to encounter someone of that ilk. To have some dirty low-class in his school filled him with disgust and anger, but he knew to keep his cool. Eventually, the foreigner will dig his own grave. And when he does, Zoga would gladly be the one to expel him from his great school.

… In the hallway …

Logan followed Zoe to his homeroom. He really couldn't expect much other then just more stares from the locals. If he had to be honest, he can't expect much from this experience. Considering that the principal of this place was one of those kinds of guys, the saying "the easy day was yesterday" sums up the rest of his time here.

"this is your homeroom. Do be on your best behavior and excel in your classes", said Zoe.

"thanks, I'll try", said Logan.

Zoe then walked away, and Logan reached for the door. Before he opened it, his enhanced scent tracking then alerted him to one odd thing. Turning his head to the left, he was surprised to no longer see the assistant principle anywhere. He then realized that she might have just used her quirk to disappear. Whatever her quirk may be, it had erased any trace of her, even her scent. That really got to Logan. But right now, his real challenge was behind this door.

Sliding the door moderately, Logan found himself in the middle of a home room introduction announcement. The room itself was average at best. A board, a teacher's desk, a few minor decorations made from construction paper, and a total of 30 desks. Unfortunately, the desks were filled, and all eyes were on the newcomer. The only adult in the room turned his head to see the foreigner at the entrance and then looked at his papers for any confirmation of a transfer student. Once finding the sheet, he then rose from his desk and his gestured for the young Canadian to come in.

Logan would then take his first steps into the homeroom and stood next to the homeroom teacher. They all just stared at him. Some were uncaring. Some were curious. And some, were just disgusted.

'well, fuck you guys too', thought Logan.

"Attention everyone, as we all know, your class as of this year down is now down to 26 students. Some very problematic events had occurred in your first year of Somei. Four of your classmates that were with you at that year have left us due to personal matters that I will not explain. But for right now, that means your class have some positions to be filled. Unfortunately, none of your other fellow classes wished to transfer any of their own to among you. Thus, the school sought out those of other schools. Again unfortunately, some applicants couldn't meet our standards. Somehow, a foreign transfer program recommended us a student from Merlyn Grant Middle School in Canada. Welcome your newest classmates, Logan", announced the teacher.

The class remained silent. Figures.

"please take any of the four empty seats at the back", instructed the teacher to Logan.

The young Canadian followed his orders and walked to the back of the room. On the way, he nearly got tripped by a leg that stuck out. Quickly recovering, he could hear small snickering and that made him grit his teeth. So, it's going to be like that, huh?

Looking at the four-empty desk, he decided to take the one that is behind a rather scrawny kid who wears glasses and the hair on his head is partially made up of feathers. Out of everyone in this room, he seemed like the less likely to try shit to him. Now claiming the desk, he sat back and I'd the front. The board currently read Home Room Teacher Shirow. So, that's his name. The rest of home room consisted of schedule debriefings and the updated school rules. After that, Shirow left to allow the next teacher to come in to start the first period class. This process would continue until the end of fourth period when the lunch period would begin. It was then that first day had now just been more annoying.

Leaving the core education building, he walked through the outside to see everyone heading to the student center building. There students could go to the upper levels to be a part of clubs or to eat at the cafeteria which is on the first floor. The line to the food servings wasn't so bad but what pissed him off was that there was barely anywhere to sit. Getting a tray and serving himself, he could admit that the food looked great. He then remembered that this is a school for rich kids. Now having his lunch, he could see two tables available. One where the feather head sat at and one that looked way nicer than other tables. There were literal red leather cushions on the table seats. He wondered why no one else sat there. It was like they were avoiding it.

Sensing that there wouldn't be no harm, Logan thought that he might just go to the nice-looking desk. Just as he was close enough, that's when he heard a murmuring from the table behind him. His enhance hearing allowed him to make what the other students were saying.

"what is that gaijin doing? Doesn't he know whose table that is?"

"he is a foreigner remember. Poor guy probably doesn't even know who the current rulers of Somei are"

"he better hopes the Silver Clan don't catch him. It's bad enough for him to not be on his homeland, but the last thing he needs is to make powerful enemies"

Processing their words, Logan wondered just who this Silver Clan were. That's when the cafeteria door opened for a group of 8 students. He recognized them as the 8 that sat at the front of the class in home room. Five boys and three girls. Not wanting to be stuck in an awkward situation, he moved away from the table and went for the one with the feather head. Now sitting at the table, he caught the attention of the person in front of him. The two looked at each other shortly, then the feather head started to carry his tray and stood from the table. "excuse me", he said and then left the cafeteria with his food.

Logan honestly couldn't tell what was wrong with that guy. The feather head was okay with a foreigner sitting behind him, but apparently sitting on the same lunch table was crossing the line. Fuck it. His food was getting cold and he needed to eat. After finishing his meal and hearing the bell sounding the end of lunch period, he then threw away his tray and walked to the exit. Before he could leave the building, he then stopped in front of the door to see something in the distance. Near the school's outer walls, he could see feather head talking to three taller guys who wore why different uniforms from the school's own uniform set. From what he could see of the students in Somei, the first- and second-years males are to wear black gakurans and the females are to wear sailor styles. The same could not be said about the third years, the seniors of Somei had to wear blazer styled uniforms to prepare them for the mentality of high school. However, their colors are different from the ones that these guys were wearing. Somei's senior colors are blue and pale turquoise. The guys that were with feather head had rosy brown and blue violet.

Logan continued to watch the interaction and a part of him wanted to see what this was. He then saw the feather head pull out his wallet. He was about to see the guy pull out some money, until…

"Ahem"

Logan turned around see the 8 juniors that made up the Silver Clan. They each held a bored expression on their faces. The tallest of the group is a guy who had long black hair and an athletic build. His face had a stern and calm scowl. The girl behind him is shorter than him by a head and has pink highlights in her black hair. Her face had a calm and bored impassiveness to it. Two of them that were on the right are twins and were the same size as the girl with the pink highlights. They too had an impassive look on their face. there were then two boys at the back of the group had half lidded scowls on their faces. Next, a really cocky bub who wore glasses and stood with a sense of authority. Finally, there is someone in the center of the group. It was a girl that didn't bother to look at Logan and instead was on her phone. Back to the cocky one, he was the one who was about to give an order to the Canadian.

"would you mind moving out of the way. Class will begin soon, and it would be impractical to be late. Especially, when it's the first day", chastised the cocky one.

Logan looked at him for a few seconds and decided that it wasn't worth it. Not because of the guy's fake authority, but of the fact that he can't afford to kicked out this early.

"whatever you say", said Logan in fluent Japanese and then moved to left to let them pass.

The cocky one quirked an eyebrow at the surprising discovery of the new foreign student being fluent in his country's tongue but ignored it to proceed through the door. The others ignore Logan and followed through the door. Before the Silver Clan completely left the cafeteria, the girl that was on her phone in the last second looked to her right to see the Canadian that was blocking her way. Her half-lidded eyes met with Logan's slight scowl. She then turned away and returned to her found. The group had then left the Canadian to himself in the nearly empty cafeteria.

Logan then tried to see where feather head had gone to, but he was no longer where he was at the outer fence. Logan then grunted and decided to just go to class. The later classes went smoothly if anything until the second to last class when feather head returned. This time he had a black eye. Some of the class snickered at the sight, but Logan wasn't amused. He remembered the seniors that he was with outside. It was most likely a bullying problem, but it wasn't his business anyway.

After the final class was done, Logan had packed bag and was ready to get this first day over with. The ones that called themselves the Silver Clan were the first to leave. Everyone else after. As he got out of the room, he proceeded through the halls as everyone got to their lockers. They all got their supplies and papers ready to bring back to their homes. Logan hadn't touched his locker yet, because he didn't really see the point of it. He would rather carry everything he'll need for the day, instead of just backtracking every time. The weight of his pack didn't really bother him. Back in Canada, he and Creed had to carry moose and bear during their hunts for food.

Logan had then exited the core education building and traverse through the separate crowd of Japanese teens to get to the main entrance of the campus. Finally of school grounds, he let out a sigh and really just wanted to get his apartment. He was about to take the next step to the crosswalk, until someone stopped him.

"you, Gaijin", said a girl's voice.

Logan turned around to see the girl with the pink highlights from before. 'so, that's what she sounds like', thought Logan. From what he could see, she had a calculative look on her face, and it wasn't showing any signs of friendliness. Other than that, they were completely alone. Most likely she wanted this encounter to be just the two of them.

"anything I can help you with?", asked Logan.

She then tilted her head to point at a tree and she walked towards it. Logan sighed and followed her. They were both now under an oak tree and were waiting for the other to speak.

"So, what do you want?", asked Logan.

"you have really terrible manners, you know that", said the girl.

"I get that a lot. So, is that all? Cause right now, I just want get-", Logan was then cut off when she pulled his collar and dragged him closer from her. Their faces were an inch from each other, and the girl was looking deep into his eyes. Logan however wasn't taking any of it.

"Is this how girls flirt in this country or am I getting mixed signals?", said an annoyed Logan.

The girl then glared and pushed him away.

"It's obvious you're not of a wealthy family from some foreign country. So whatever program that got you into Somei must have pulled a lot of strings to get you here", said the girl.

"yeah, that's probably the case. Is there a point to this?", asked Logan.

"There is. An assumption. Tell me, does this sound like you? Poor, alone, and have nothing left in life. Holding on to a dream that things will get better. And then some powerful people took you in", proclaimed the girl.

"Then darling, I would say you're some kind of mind reader. Or is it just your quirk.", said Logan.

"call it intuition. I won't explain it to you why I'm bothering to help you, but know I'm doing this to avoid any future problems for someone. So, do try to listen to me", said the girl who received a nod from Logan.

"the only reason today was easy was because it was the first day. The rest of the week you'll be challenged both academically and socially. You're new here, you weren't with us at first year, and to boot you're a foreigner. So, do everyone a favor and stay in lone wolf mode", demanded the girl.

"aren't normal teens suppose to make new friends?", asked Logan.

"do you feel like making new friends here?", asked the girl.

"well you got me there", said Logan.

"I'll only go through this once, so just listen. Anything you do will have a domino effect. Get in trouble and that will make our class look bad. If we look bad, then the class president looks bad. That will lead to him being mad and that will be annoying to deal with", explained the girl.

"Is he the guy you don't what me to cause trouble for?", asked Logan.

"I honestly couldn't care less about him. The person that I don't want you to cause trouble for is Mariko", said the girl.

"and that is?", asked Logan.

"the girl that was on her phone back in the cafeteria. If you do anything against our group, then that we will have the possibility of her being bother with bullshit", said the girl.

"at least tell me who is in your group, the Silver Clan or whatever it is", said Logan.

"Fine. The leader of our group is unfortunately Noburu Hideki, class president and student body president. He is the head of our grade. His class vice representative is Mariko Yashida, grade wise the highest honored student in our grade. Next are her four cousins. The students of Somei call them "The Fire Twins". Shiro and Leyu Yashida, they don't agree in most things, but they are inseparable. And then, there are Ichiro and Kirin. Those two are not ones to have idle chat with. Especially with what happened last year. And finally, there's Keniuchio Harada. He is the enforcer of our group. If you had denied complied to Noburu's wishes, then Keniuchio would have dealt with you.", explained the girl.

"I'd like to see him try… hey wait. What about you? Why are you with them?", said Logan.

"I'm Yukio, Mariko's best friend. Remember all this. It's the last time we're ever going to talk with one another. Don't try to embarrass yourself during your time here, otherwise go back to Canada", said Yukio as she walked away.

With their little chat done, Logan spat at the ground out how pissed he was. Seriously, this is a middle school. What's with the damn hierarchy? It didn't matter to him still. He just wants to go back to his apartment. He was about to make the next turn to the train stop until he heard a noise. He then took in any familiar scents. That was when smelled something that reminded him of the class. It was feather head. He tracked the scent to an alley where the three seniors from before were beating feather head against the wall. Behind them, Logan could only guess that it was feather head's bike. It had several dents on it.

Logan remembered what Yukio had told him. Don't make any trouble. Well, fuck it. Here comes trouble. He cracked his knuckles and gritted his teeth. "HEY BUB".

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