Aldera Junior High was one of the many middle schools scattered across Japan. Today marked the final day of school before summer break began, and the third-year students were about to graduate within a matter of hours. As many had no clear idea of what lay ahead, others had only one goal in mind – the perfect career path they had chosen.

Switching to another perspective, the students were all talking amongst themselves, except for one boy in the back of the classroom. He had green hair and was sitting quietly, his head resting on the desk while his eyes displayed signs of weariness and exhaustion.

Soon, the door opened and a male teacher entered the class, carrying a stack of papers in his hand. Walking to his desk, he flipped the stack of sheets, waving them around. As he looked at the class, it was unclear whether he was excited for his students or simply for himself. Either way, the class was now in session, the silence lasting only a moment before the noise resumed.

"Alright class, today marks your last day as middle school students!" Most of the class cheered as they yelled in ecstasy, delighted that school was almost over. Unfortunately, it wasn't over yet.

The green-haired boy put his hands over his ears, becoming increasingly irritated by the commotion in the classroom; his eyes struggled to stay open. No one seemed to notice or care about him as the teacher continued to wave the stack of papers.

"I'm handing these out for your future careers," the teacher said, grinning excitedly as he looked at his students. "It's time for you to decide on what to do with your futures." In a sudden movement, the teacher threw the stack of papers in the air.

"…I know you all want to be heroes!"

As most of the class celebrated those words, they all activated their special abilities, known as quirks. These powers could vary from user to user, never being the same as most of the population had. They could be as useless as having a longer nose, all the way to creating and controlling fire.

Well, considering the quirks this class has to offer, the world would most likely be doomed with these useless heroes...

As everyone continued to celebrate with their quirks being used, even against the rules, two guys sat there in silence. Looking at them both, it seemed as if they were complete opposites. The green-haired boy was just silently snoring on his desk, trying to get some sleep, while the other one had a frown on his face and his hands made a slight popping sound.

The boy looked annoyed at the class, looking down on everyone of them, but he remained seated. He knew that using quirks in public without permission was forbidden, which is why he refrained.

"Now, now class," the teacher said, "you all know very well that exhibiting quirks in public is prohibited, but I'I know you are all excited for your futures as heroes…" The teacher snorted, finding it amusing that these people could be heroes, but he couldn't just shatter their dreams. He still had his role as a teacher.

"...But two students here applied to the U.A.!" As these words blurted out of the teacher's mouth, the class quickly became quiet, as the students whispered to each other about this special school. From the whispers that were going around, it was obvious that it was one heck prestigious school…

As the rumor goes, U.A. has an acceptance rate of 0.01%, meaning only the best of the best attend this prestigious hero school. Students who attend there have a guaranteed spot as a top-rate hero upon graduation. Of course, there are other hero schools throughout Japan, but U.A. is the one that everyone wants to attend.

The teacher cleared his throat as he called for the first applicant, eyeing a spiky-haired blonde man with a proud smile.

"One of them is Katsuki Bakugou. He has the efficiency and potential of his quirk. His physical score is also quite impressive, adding to that he's one of the top scorers in the academic field. I'm sure you'll have no problem, Mister Bakugou."

It was no wonder that this kid would apply to a school like this; those were the kinds of things the kids in the class were mumbling to each other. It was exactly why he was chosen by the school to attend this school, but there's just one little problem that goes along with that...

The student in question suddenly put his feet on his desk as he stood up, pointed his fist in the air, smiled broadly, and looked down at everyone in the class. Taking a deep breath, he began to shout to the entire class.

"That's right! I'm the only one worthy enough out of all you losers to be in this school! This is my stepping stone to my deserved fame as I'll be even more popular than All Might! I'll be the greatest hero ever!" As Bakugou was about to continue his rant on his "greatness", the teacher interrupted him as he looked at the other paper and said a name that put the entire class into complete silence.

"Oh, it seems Mister Midoriya is also taking his chances. He's got the grades, that's for sure, but..." Stopping mid-sentence, the teacher had a slight smirk, fully aware of what was about to unfold. He snorted as he placed the paper on his desk, watching what was about to happen.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's face underwent drastic changes, as his grin of pride quickly turned into a scowl of pure hatred as he turned to the desk of the green-haired boy, who had been sleeping throughout all this. His hand made a popping sound that grew in intensity over the seconds, culminating in him finally slamming his hand down on the boy's desk, causing a mild explosion. The explosion sent the kid against the wall, and a slight crack could be heard, making the boy's eyes widen, as he struggled to get his breath back.

"Deku, you worthless loser! How could you apply to the U.A.?! Are you trying to stand in my way?!" Cackling, he held his fist tightly, and with a dangerous look on his face, Bakugou approached the boy. As Izuku looked up, from his perspective, everyone appeared as shadows with bright red eyes.

Gasping for air, he placed his hand on his chest, struggling to regain his breath. In Katsuki's eyes, there was a slight moment of hesitation, but it was quickly replaced by the anger that the boy felt at the moment.

As the green-haired boy's body was trembling in fear, he tried to back off in fear; however, his back hit the wall behind him. His eyes displayed obvious panic. Despite these alarming signs, no one came to his aid, and some were even recording the entire incident, while the others laughed at his expense.

"K-Kacchan! Please let me explain, this isn't what it looks like!! I... well, I just thought that, well I could try my shot there... it doesn't hurt to try..." But Bakugou wasn't having any of that as he sent another explosion at the boy, but it hit the wall near him instead. Katsuki's grin looked so evil from Izuku's perspective as he pointed at him.

"You're a quirkless loser, Deku! You'll never accomplish anything, and you'll die in the exams!" As Katsuki held Izuku's collar firmly, readying himself to blast him with his quirk, the voice of the teacher was heard in the background. However, it didn't sound quite convincing...

"Alright Bakugou, I know you're excited to be enrolled in U.A., but no need to eliminate the competition so soon." Despite those words, the teacher was snickering and looking at the two, not even feeling sorry for Izuku. As Bakugou was walking to his desk, Izuku tried to stand up, but the damage on his back was putting a toll on his body.

"Come on, Mister Midoriya," she said sternly. "The floor isn't a seat; go back to your desk before I put you in detention." With no choice, Izuku pushed the pain from his head and tried his best to walk the few steps it took to reach his desk.

Afterward, the class resumed, and soon enough, the bell for lunch rang, signaling that they had about an hour for lunch. As everyone went off with their friends, enjoying their time, Izuku sighed. Seeing that everyone had already left the room, he stood up and exited the room at a slow pace.

As he walked down the hallway, he could feel the stares of the other students and even the teachers. As the only quirkless student at the school, he didn't have an easy life. The laughter coming from the others filled his ears and resonated in his head, leaving him longing for their voices to cease. He tried to quicken his pace, but each step he took caused his back to hurt more and more.

"I...I need to hurry." He finally arrived in an empty classroom that hadn't been used in a while, seeing the dust that had accumulated on everything. Locking the door behind him, Izuku walked a little farther before stopping and leaning against a wall, not wanting to move anymore.

"You can come now..." Izuku said in a hushed tone, trying to subside the pain, but it still hurt a lot for him. It was just then that a black cat emerged from his open backpack, crawled to the boy, and then transformed into a black-haired woman with golden irises, standing before him, looking at him in concern.

With a sad frown, she forced him to lay flat on the floor while she straddled his back. As he remained fully clothed, she leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"Come on Izuku~ You know I can't perform my Sage Art if you have your clothes on~" With beet red face, Izuku turned his head to her as there was a second of hesitation, but it was merely a second, as he started to unbutton his uniform, showing his bruised back to her.

"He didn't hold back, huh..." The woman in front of him had two cat tails behind her and cat ears that matched. Her golden eyes stared at his back as she began to remove her clothing slowly. Izuku stared at the ground, his face fully flushed.

"D-do you need to be... naked for this, Kuroka?" The woman named Kuroka giggled as she laid down on his back. Izuku hissed at the touch, but he eventually relaxed. She got close to his face, her tongue touching his cheek and licking him in a gentle manner. With a sly smirk on her face, she had her hands on his back, rubbing him gently.

"The more skin contact there is, the faster the healing process will be. I don't make the rules, dear."

Laying down her body on his, Kuroka's chest was rubbing against his bruised back, making Izuku squirm, but he didn't push her off; he let her do what she wanted, not interrupting her much. Even so, she made it hard for him, the gentle touch of her fingers tracing the skin of his back and her tongue running along the bruises was too much for the boy to handle.

Izuku's body emitted a faint glow as the bruises on his skin began to decrease in size; meanwhile, Kuroka continued to touch his back, grinding her body against his as if she were playing with him. Throughout this entire process, the boy struggled to keep his voice from escaping. He had to admit that her touch felt almost heavenly, or perhaps hellish. Whichever it was, he found himself having difficulty dealing with it.

Since the injuries were mostly minor, the process didn't take too long; after half an hour, there was only a slight pain that was lingering on his body, but most of it had faded away. Kuroka was still lying next to him, her head resting against his shoulder. She looked up at him with some sort of admiration in her eyes.

Izuku's eyes were closed, but he could feel her presence nonetheless; there was a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. The nekomata couldn't help but smile as she poked his cheeks. At this moment, she showed a genuine smile as she too closed her eyes, lying on top of him. While this happened, Izuku's soft voice was heard.

"Kuroka," he said, "you think I can be a hero?" It was the only thing she heard from him, but she sensed the desperation for an answer in his voice. She couldn't help but feel bad for him, having no one accepting his ideals and dreams, leaving it to himself, if it weren't for her.

If she hadn't been there for him, who knows what the boy would have gone through, or if he would even have survived the constant aggressive encounters with that explosive boy. She wasn't always there for him, but every time she spent time with the boy, she made sure that no harm came to him, and that he could at least have those moments of happiness in his life.

As Izuku sat up, Kuroka straddled him, sitting on his lap. Her hands were around his neck, her face close to his. Each of them could feel their breath against the other's skin. She smiled tenderly at him and whispered to him.

"You can be whatever you want, Izuku," she said. "If your wish is to be a hero, then I'll support you as much as I can. But that doesn't mean I won't be worried about you." It was one of those rare moments when the nekomata opened her heart to the boy, letting him see that caring side of her.

A slight, tired smile appeared on Izuku's face as his eyes closed. His head leaned against Kuroka's shoulder and he mumbled quietly.

"I wish that I was born in your world; it seems a lot more peaceful and...fair..." Kuroka was surprised by this revelation, feeling hesitant about her answer. She never told him about the supernatural or even about herself that much. Even so, she smiled at him as her hand was caressing his hair, stroking it gently.

Yes, I bet your life would have gone better there, but I don't think it's so bad either... I mean, we met each other, and I'm so thankful for this. I was able to experience love from someone other than my sister...

Embraced together, they spent the rest of their lunchtime in this position. As Izuku slept, he smiled in his dreams, feeling relieved to have someone like Kuroka in his life, even if she could be such a tease at times. But that's just part of her charm, and he couldn't deny that he somehow enjoyed those teases.

Eventually, the bell rang, announcing that the lunch break was now over. With the first bell ringing, it meant that the students had around 10 minutes to get to their classes for their last class of the day.

Upon hearing this, the two slowly woke up; Izuku being the first to fully awaken, a reflex on his part allowing him to quickly fall back into slumber for a brief moment to replenish some of his energy. Kuroka followed suit, seeing through the window on the door the shadows of students walking down the hallway.

"Looks like it's time for you to head to your last class." She giggled as she said that, getting off the boy. As Izuku slowly stood up, he yawned loudly while stretching his body out. He still had that tired look, but he looked like he could still manage to stay up for the rest of the day.

"Yeah, 'survive' is a strong word…" Chuckled, he picked up his backpack as Kuroka transformed into her cat form, jumping into his bag as he zipped it up, not fully, allowing it for her to get out of his bag if she wanted to.

With that, Izuku waited until there were only a few students just outside the door. He then closed it behind him. Looking around, he saw that most of them were already in their classrooms, leaving him about three minutes before the second bell would ring, signifying the start of the lesson.

Continuing to walk through the halls, he finally arrived at his class just in time for the second bell to ring. He took his seat as the teacher gave him a stare that he fully understood. He had been close to being late, and the teacher's expression suggested she was almost disappointed that he hadn't arrived even later.

It's good to see you in time... Mister Midoriya." The class snickered at this, as Katsuki was looking at him with a scowl on his face, looking annoyed just by his presence. Looking at the teacher, Izuku lowered his head and sighed.

"Thanks." There was a moment of silence as the teacher stared at him, before continuing with the lesson. The class went smoothly, as it was just a last-minute lesson before letting the class go early. There were still about 45 minutes left in the school day, but they were still allowed to leave.

With that, the students were grouped with their friends, talking about their plans for the summer. Some were about to hit the karaoke, while others were going to the arcade before heading home and playing games with their friends. As for Izuku, he held his notebook in one hand and his phone in the other.

There was a fight this morning. Ah, I didn't have the time to go and see the outcome since I was busy this morning... I should take it home when I get home." As Izuku was about to put his notebook into his backpack, it suddenly was snatched away by none other than Katsuki Bakugou, who fanned the book over his face with a sly smirk on his face.

"We're not finished, Deku," said Katsuki along with irrelevant bully 1 and irrelevant bully 2 as they snickered at Bakugou's comment. Izuku tried to grab his notebook from his hands, but due to the height difference, he just couldn't reach it.

"What's that? Hero Analysis 101? What a nerd!" One of the irrelevant bullies said, but due to their inexistence, we couldn't tell which one was speaking. The other says Midoriya's name in a tone of pity as he just laughs at the scene that was unfolding.

Izuku was getting worried; it was his hard work after all, and he didn't want this to go to waste. He looked at Bakugou and laughed nervously.

"It's fine, isn't it? Just give it back!" As Izuku was about to reach the notebook, Katsuki slammed his hand over the notebook, causing an explosion as the book was now burnt, with a small flame being ignited on the right corner of the book.

"No..." Izuku's eyes were fixed on the book as it burst into flames for a brief moment. He attempted to leap forward and catch it, but Katsuki tossed it over the window, allowing it to fall into a nearby pond. As Izuku watched it drop, his face displayed disappointment and sorrow.

"My book…" But Katsuki wasn't finished just yet as he put more pressure on his hand on Izuku's shoulder, causing black smoke to emit from the palm that was on his shoulder. Hissing in pain, Izuku's attention was on Katsuki, and his smirk only widened.

"Most top-rate heroes have stories about the way back to their school days. I want to stand out by being the only one in this pathetic and mediocre city junior high school to graduate and get accepted into U.A."

As he put more pressure on his shoulder, the black smoke just intensified, causing Izuku to squirm, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail. The pain was excruciating for him; his uniform stuck to his skin as the heat rose to a scorching level. With tears welling in the corners of his eyes, he looked up at Katsuki.

"Anyway, nerd. Don't apply to U.A., got it?" Smiling widely at the boy, he let him go as Izuku slumped to the ground, his hand over his shoulder and his eyes closed, trying to reduce the pain at least by just thinking of something else.

Hearing the footsteps of his three bullies, he thought it was finally over, but the voice of Katsuki resonated in his ears. The next thing his bully said, was just crossing the line for the boy, as it was something that no one should have ever said.

You know, Deku, if you want to be a hero that badly, there's a quick way to do it! Just believe you'll be born with a quirk in your next life...and take a leap of faith by diving off the roof!" This was the last straw for Izuku; he had thought time and time again that he would change, that Katsuki would eventually try to be nicer to him, seeing how much he had suffered, but to wish death upon him? It seemed that there was no redemption past that point...

Izuku tried to stand up, looking at the explosive user with both fear and anger, but it took only one glare from him for Izuku to slump down to the ground again as his group of bullies left the classroom. In his backpack, Kuroka could sense everything from the beginning, sensing the boy's pain, both mentally and physically. She had never felt such anger towards anyone ever since that moment.

As he jumped out of his backpack, Kuroka reached out the window and looked down, seeing that his notebook was floating in a puddle of water, while fishes were nibbling on it. Turning back to him, she just saw him standing there, staring into nothingness, frowning.

She hated seeing him in this kind of state, in such a mess.

In her nekomata form, she jumped out of the window and reached for his notebook, waving at the fish below. As she took the notebook, she found that the pages were already starting to melt from the water. The once pristine book of notes was now a mess, completely ruined by the water.

From afar, she could see Katsuki walking with his friends, laughing to himself as they headed to the arcade. Just seeing him made her grind her teeth in anger as she clutched the notebook so tightly, it threatened to tear. Her nails dug into the pages of the book, ready to attack and go on a rampage against these kids.

Fortunately, Izuku's hand went over hers as she immediately turned to him, her expression softening as she sighed. She gave him the ruined notebook; it was the most she could do at this point. Even if she tried to tell him everything would work out fine, nothing was certain about how he would react.

"C'mon Kuroka, we have to go home..." His voice, filled with emptiness, made her nod as she took her cat form and slid into his backpack. He started to walk at a slow pace toward a nearby tunnel.

The walk was mostly silent; Izuku was focused on his thoughts as he looked down at his now unusable notebook, destroyed by his tormentors. But in a way, he wasn't angry, since it had been so long ago that he had promised himself that it would be his first and last setback...

At the time I was diagnosed as quirkless when everything was so simple. But now, I know the harsh reality of this world… yeah *this* the world is unfair to people like me. Why was it that people like me are the ones that suffer the most when people like Bakugou have everything going on for them…

Izuku smiled to himself, but it wasn't just a sad smile; it was an exhausted one. Exhausted by the unfairness of the struggles he had faced thus far. He just wanted to escape it, escape it all. As he walked through the tunnel, he saw graffiti filled with hate for the quirkless, wishing death upon them, in all sorts of ways. Everywhere he went, it was the same thing...

As he continued to walk, he felt something creeping out behind him. Slowly turning back to see what it was, he saw some sort of dark green goo. As the goo approached him, Izuku looked at it in utter fear and tried to stand up, but he immediately fell to the ground, his legs too weak to support him. Crawling away, the goo popped two eyes and a mouth as it grinned, looking at him.

"Ah~ A medium-sized shield, this should do the trick. Thanks to you, I'll be able to get away from him." As this happened, the sludge villain jumped on Izuku, leaving the boy unable to escape. In the few seconds that this occurred, Izuku knew that he couldn't save himself; he was doomed at that moment. However, he wouldn't endanger his friend for that and he had faith in Kuroka.

With this in mind, just a split second before the goo reached him, Izuku quickly unstrapped his backpack, letting it fall to the ground. The sludge forced itself into Izuku's mouth. Trying to gain control over the villain, Izuku placed his hands on the goo; however, all he managed to do was grasp some of the liquid, which proved to be utterly futile.

"HAHAHA! I'm made of liquid, there's no way you can grab onto something that isn't solid, kid! Thanks though, you're totally my hero!" The sludge forced itself deeper into Izuku's body, and the boy found it difficult to breathe, let alone barely able to do so. Desperately trying to expel the villain from his body, he attempted to fight back, but every effort seemed futile.

Is this how I'll die...? I don't want to... not when she's here...!

While this happened, the bag behind Izuku began to move as the black cat emerged from it, its eyes widening in surprise as it instantly transformed back into her human form. Seeing the scene, Kuroka used Senjutsu to conceal her presence, so as to not alert the villain to her presence.

With this in mind, she utilizes her power and uses Youjutsu magic to create an illusion of All Might. Thanks to her knowledge of this world after the many years spent here. Seeing the villain's focus on the illusion as it was frantically trying to get to Izuku, she enveloped herself in Ki. Doing so, she strengthened herself to a superhuman level and beyond.

Her presence was still concealed, so the Sludge couldn't react when she took hold of its eyes, pressing them harder into her palms as the Sludge let out a scream of agony, letting go of Izuku for a split second. This was enough for Kuroka to pull him to her embrace, getting him out of the way.

The sludge was now on the ground, its eyes getting squeezed by Kuroka's grip. She looked at the sludge, but when Kuroka looked at it, there was something wrong with it. It was just that she detected no ki inside it; it seemed like a simple body of sludge, devoid of consciousness and mind. It was most likely dead in her eyes, as her priority was on the boy beside her now.

The villain went into the manhole that was close to the entrance of the tunnel, leaving Kuroka and Izuku alone. It was only then that she sensed an important blood loss within him. She began to panic and laid him on the ground, her hands lowering over him, emitting a faint light as she tried to heal him as much as she could.

"I don't understand," she said, "there was no puncture in his body that would cause him to lose blood; so how did he die?" That's when it hit her. "The Sludge! When the Sludge forced itself into his body, it must have absorbed some of his blood while he was suffocating." She thought, continuing to work frantically.

Izuku's eyes were weak, looking up at the neko girl silently crying as she desperately tried to heal her. But since this kind of magic only works with skin contact, the process was a lot slower and less effective. But Kuroka was in a state of desperation, not wanting to lose him, or anyone else, for that matter. She had promised herself that after their first meeting.

Every time Izuku tried to breathe, there was a barrier that restrained him from doing so, making him struggle to breathe as he slowly drowned in his own blood. To slow down the process, Izuku coughed up a significant amount of blood onto the ground, creating a trail of it by his mouth. This only fueled Kuroko's determination to save him, as she ripped his uniform open and placed her hands on him.

As she was sobbing, trying to comfort him, Izuku couldn't hear her completely; he looked up at him, his eyes heavy as he just wanted to sleep. Suddenly, the image of a raven-haired girl with twin tails, wearing a magical girl outfit, came to mind. He was puzzled by it, but it was as if he could remember this woman clearly...

Why do I remember her just now…? Raven hair, flowing to the rhythm of her movement, her purple eyes shone through the scene as she was smiling to the whole crowd… It was a show I used to watch, Miracle Leviathan… I wish I could see her one more time… I have much to say to her…

It was just then, at his last breath, that a purple light shone through the tunnel, revealing a woman with twin tails and some sort of magical girl outfit.

"I am the Maou Serafall Leviathan~! Have no fear, I will take great care of you~!"