Chapter 2: It's Been... One Week

The waiting was starting to get to Izuku.

That first day was beyond belief. Gaining One for All, meeting and learning of the past users, experiencing a superpower for the first time, saving someone's life, making a friend… it almost felt like a dream.

Dinner that night was amazing. He tried not to be embarrassed by his mom's tears and the crushing hug she gave both him and Ochako, or when Ochako insisted upon seeing his room. Thankfully, her mirth at his All Merch collection was drowned out by excitement when she saw his figurines of Thirteen. The two of them gushed over the Space Hero while his mother cooked dinner, and he unthinkingly showed off his Hero Analysis notebook volume 11. To his joy, Ochako didn't find it creepy. Instead, she was impressed by his knowledge, his insights on the Black Hole Quirk, and added information he didn't have .

He didn't know if his heart could take it. She was wonderful .

Dinner was over way too quickly, and Izuku scraped together enough energy to walk Ochako to her hotel, return home, and collapse onto his bed. He was probably asleep before his head hit the pillow.

"You've done well today, Nine," the familiar voice of Yoichi Shigaraki called out to him from the mists.

Izuku wanted to respond but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't move. Nor could anything else. He looked down and saw, to his great alarm, that his body was now a mess of what looked like shadows. In all likelihood, his mouth was the same.

"Don't worry, as time goes on and you are able to handle more of One for All, you should be able to manifest more completely," Yoichi emerged in front of Izuku. He was taller than the boy, but not by much, and he was skinnier than Izuku was when he first met All Might. His long white hair fell limpy across his face, but his green eyes pierced through to Izuku's own.

"I mostly came here to reassure you. For one, you will have privacy from us, we won't be observing and commenting on your entire life. We've known for years that we can block our view of the outside world, and figured out how to communicate with each other without you overhearing," relief flowed through Izuku, as that had been on his mind when he had to use the bathroom. His anxiety must have distracted him from the silence in his head. "For another, we will continue to advise and train you. You have a good heart and a clever head, and with the exception of my immediate successors, we think you will do amazing things with our Quirk.

"That said, some things have happened that are… questionable," Yoichi said cautiously. "Nothing that should concern you too much, but One for All is more powerful than we anticipated. We expected that it would take months for you to acclimate and add to its power before we would be able to communicate with you. Instead, it took minutes.

"Furthermore, there was that odd noise we heard while you were injured and the increased empathy you have towards Miss Uraraka. That power seemed like a Quirk. We thought you might have had a dormant Quirk yourself, but it appears to have originated from within One for All. The Quirk factors of my six Quirked successors are present in here as well, and have grown to the point that you will eventually be able to access them. However, that was not a power any of us ever had."

Yoichi reached up and affectionately ruffled Izuku's hair, "Don't worry too much about that, though. You have enough on your plate as it is. We'll help you, with this and with any other issues that come up."

The mists rose back up and began to swallow Yoichi's smiling face.

"Rest easy, Nine. We're here for you."

The next morning, Izuku noticed a text from All Might that came while he was asleep, saying that he was busy with a classified project for the next week. He would meet Izuku on his first available day at Dagobah Beach. It wasn't ideal, but it couldn't be helped.

The week ahead was a blur of stress as he waited for his exam results. He kept up his training, using the vestiges' advice to add One for All to his exercises. When he compared the feeling of One for All covering his body to a cape and cowl, he decided to call the technique Full Cowl.

He pushed Full Cowl slowly, adding more power until five percent was fully usable without discomfort, and he was starting to reach towards six percent.

Thinking in percentages that low sometimes brought him down, but progress was progress.

"When Toshinori got One for All, he could use it at full strength after a few days, but that caused a host of other problems," Nana told him at one point. "He had to learn to tone his power down so that he wouldn't cause more damage than the villains he would fight. Not to mention preventing him from accidentally killing someone. It took a lot of practice to get to a point where he wasn't a weapon of mass destruction. You're honestly better off being familiar with it at a lower power and working your way up to the weather-altering punches."

It certainly helped, as did the discovery that he could suppress the more obvious green lightning that accompanied use of One for All by holding it at around half of his maximum strength. He broke a couple of pencils as he adjusted to that strength, but he could keep One for All up during his time at school without anyone being the wiser. It helped his body acclimate, and would help him keep his concentration when in the field.

Of course, school was the usual brand of terrible. Katsuki was bragging about the test and how easy it was, having scored over seventy villain points. The number made Izuku uneasy about his own score. Of course, Izuku was asked about how he did.

"No need to volunteer too much information," En cautioned.

"Not like these assholes will believe you have a Quirk now, or that you beat any of those robots," Daigoro grumbled.

"I don't know my exact score yet," Izuku said, "But I know I didn't come close to Ka- Bakugou-kun's total."

That, of course, led to the usual cracks about him.

"Shitty Deku probably didn't get any points!"

"What'd you do, wet your pants at them?"

"Congratulations on not dying!" that one was in a tone that implied Izuku should have.

Katsuki was oddly silent throughout that. Probably because he thought that, with U.A. in sight, there wasn't any reason to bother with Izuku anymore. Possibly because Izuku had referred to him as something other than "Kacchan" for the first time in their lives.

(That was a tough conversation with the vestiges. All of them had essentially staged an intervention about Katsuki's behavior towards him and called their relationship toxic. Even All Might's vestige was worried, and felt protective rage towards the explosive boy. The final nail in the coffin was when even Two and Three chimed in that the best way to move forward was to cut himself loose from Katsuki, starting by abandoning that nickname.)

At least now Izuku had someone his own age to talk to. Ochako was so nice!

"An entire beach covered in garbage? Wow, no wonder you were so strong! My training was just using my Quirk to lift larger things," Ochako said humbly.

"That's really impressive, though! Your Quirk's a muscle just like any other! What's your weight limit?" Izuku wanted to ask more questions, but his new sense was telling him to stop and get an answer before continuing. At least he had his notebook out, to jot down further questions and record her answers.

"About three tons, at absolute maximum. Can't hold it for very long, though, or I start to get queasy," she said.

"So, you don't completely cancel the gravity of whatever you've touched, or else I'd have shot into the stratosphere when you smacked me. Did you have to learn how to adjust it?"

"It's more of a subconscious thing," Ochako clarified, "Like, when I was younger, I could easily send things into space in seconds once I touched them, but if something was important to me, I'd only make it float a little bit. I can't turn my Quirk off, but even when I was a kid, I was adjusting how much gravity I was cancelling out."

"How do you do the adjustments?" Izuku asked.

There was a pause, then Ochako said, "Huh. I've actually never thought about it. Like, I can feel how much gravity I'm cancelling when I do it, but I don't know how to describe it to someone who's never done it…"

Izuku put his pencil down, "Hmm. I guess if you've had a Quirk for a long time, it's hard to tell someone how to activate it."

"Yup," En said.

"Harder when you've got a brand new Quirk handed to you by someone who's dying," Nana chimed in.

"Sorry about that," En said with some regret.

"No big. I was the first of us to deliberately choose an apprentice and even I wasn't great at telling Toshinori how to do it," Nana said cheerfully.

"While Eight's advice was subpar, we were only able to help you so well because we'd seen the new activations multiple times from multiple perspectives," Hikage added.

There was a pause on Ochako's end. Finally, she said, "Midoriya-kun, the way you said that… Did… did you mean that you haven't had your Quirk for very long?"

There was a pause, and Ochako frantically replied, "Y-you don't have to answer that if you don't want to!"

"We do have to practice the cover story, Nine," Yoichi said, "and there's no better place to start than with her."

Yoichi was right. That connection between them might have been weird, making him skip steps, but Izuku knew, deep in his bones, that Ochako wouldn't judge him, "W-well, no. I mean, m-my Quirk didn't come in when I was four and I was Q-quirkless for the longest time. B-but ten months ago, I met my mentor! He told me that my Quirk was too powerful for my body. I'd need to bulk up so that I could use it without it blowing my limbs off. And I managed to get access to it in time for the entrance exam!"

Everything he said was technically correct.

Ochako sounded completely in shock, "So, what you said about it being hard to tell someone how to activate it?"

"Well, my Quirk is completely different from my parents' and my mentor's Quirk is basically the same as mine," Izuku said, the omissions of truth making it easier. "But he had some pretty bad advice on how to activate it for the first time. If I didn't get into contact with some distant family members, I might not have gotten a single point in the entrance exam."

Izuku was wholly unprepared for the wave of affection coming from the vestiges. Most of the vestiges.

"How long have you been able to access your Quirk?" Ochako asked, her tone hard to place, but definitely concerned.

"I could first detect it shortly after you stopped my fall the first time," Izuku admitted sheepishly.

"You saved my life with a Quirk you only had for a few hours?!" Ochako was shocked. "Wait… wait… so when I went over to your house and your mom said I was the first friend you had over in years…"

Izuku winced, "Yeah. No one wanted to be around the Quirkless kid. If they weren't actively harassing me, they were afraid of being targeted by association."

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Ochako yelled, "You're so nice! You should have a ton of friends! It doesn't matter what your Quirk is, or if you don't have one!"

Izuku was shocked that someone came to his defense, and his anxiety decided to rear its ugly head, "Well, I mean, it's not just that I was Quirkless. I'm also a big hero nerd, and I mutter a lot, and I write in my notebooks all the time and that makes me seem creepy-"

Ochako cut him off, "Yeah, well I bet if you could throw a car around since you were four, they'd all be praising you for being dedicated or thinking strategically or for attention to detail or something! If you're Quirkless, or you're poor, or anything else people don't like, then all of a sudden your good qualities become bad ones!"

Izuku teared up. He knew that, of course, she wouldn't judge him. He didn't judge her when she admitted that her family had been struggling financially all her life. But knowing that and hearing it were two very different things, "Thank you Uraraka-chan."

"You can call me Ochako," her tone was still filled with righteous anger. "We're friends. You deserve it."

"S-sure thing, O-O-Ochako-chan," he stammered out, face as red as a tomato. "You can call me Izuku, if you want."

"I will. I need to go help Mama with dinner. I'll talk to you later, Izu-kun."

"Later," Izuku replied as the call ended. He sunk into his chair, utterly overwhelmed. It was only a week, and they'd already gotten to a first name basis! She'd given him a nickname! This was moving so fast! What was this?!

There was a lull. Izuku was expecting the vestiges to tease him, but apparently if they had comments, they were keeping them private. For now. Still, that wouldn't last.

"So, we're your family, are we Izuku?" Nana asked. It wasn't teasing.

Words failed him. He only nodded. And that was enough.

"I'm definitely the cool uncle!" Daigoro declared.

"I wanted to be the cool uncle," En said sullenly.

"You're pretty young to be an uncle," Hikage replied. "Maybe an older cousin?"

"I'm technically older than his grandparents," En said, "But I guess I'll take it."

"I suppose that'd make me your several-times-great-grandfather," Yoichi surmised, "Though it does feel odd considering I never had kids."

"I didn't agree to this," Two or Three said.

"Me neither," the other grunted in response.

"You two are the crazy uncles we keep locked in the attic," Daigoro replied.

"I thought that was me," Hikage said, a little miffed.

"You're the crazy uncle who lives in the woods by choice, but you come back occasionally and show off your whittling or whatever," Daigoro said in a joking tone.

"Acceptable," Hikage relented, utterly serious.

"If Inko weren't already here and perfect, I'd offer to be your mom," Nana chimed in.

"He can have two moms," En said. "I did."

"His own dad's a no-show, though," Yoichi mused, "Who gets that role?"

"Toshinori," said everyone else. Even Two and Three. All Might's vestige was embarrassed, but clearly agreed.

Izuku wanted to comment on the surreality, but couldn't find the words. Luckily, his mom (his actual mom, not Nana volunteering as a surrogate) interrupted the train of thought as his exam results arrived from U.A.

"I AM HERE! AS A PROJECTION!" All Might loudly proclaimed. As Izuku stared in shock, his mentor continued, "While I wished to speak with you right after the exam, it turns out that, with great power comes a great deal of paperwork! My apologies, young Midoriya. The truth is, I didn't come to this city just to fight villains. You're looking at the newest UA faculty member!"

Izuku could only stare in shocked silence as he heard the news. All Might's vestige gave a proud chuckle.

"Hm? Yes, what's the matter? Who's showboating? Oh, sorry, I'll wrap it up but I have to tell him something first. Wait, I need to do how many of these things?"

There was a cacophony of laughs from the vestiges, along with All Might's being quite miffed at their reactions.

"Well, young Midoriya, you've done fantastically on the written exam! You were in the top fifth percentile among participants. And you managed to earn thirty-seven villain points on the practical exam. A very good score, much higher than average, but sadly that score alone wouldn't earn you a spot among the thirty six Hero Course seats…"

Briefly, Izuku faltered. He didn't make the cut?! And if thirty seven points wouldn't make it, then Ochako would also be disqualified with her score of twenty-eight! He'd have to do something to cheer her up!

That thought barely crossed his head before he could feel the smug chuckling of the vestiges.

"However, villain points weren't the only metric we were measuring! You see, while a panel of judges were watching you, determining how many villain points you earned, they were also monitoring your other actions. Heroes are not judged on combat alone…"

The camera cut to various scenes of Izuku punching a robot about to attack another student, or pulling someone away from an attack. The final scene, of course, was the leap where he annihilated the zero-pointer, reducing it to pieces.

He couldn't appreciate it at the time, with the fear and adrenaline, but seeing it from the outside was extremely cool.

"How could a Hero Course reject someone who is committed to saving others, no matter the consequences to himself? After all, that is what makes a hero. And that's what my alma mater is all about, training those who would risk their lives for the greater good. So we have rescue points! For your selfless actions, our panel of judges have awarded you a whopping seventy-five rescue points! The highest number of rescue points in the history of the school! Congratulations, with a total score of one hundred and twelve, you've not only earned first place in the entrance exam, but you've beaten my own previous record of one-hundred and ten!"

The projector showed the top ten scoreboard as All Might spoke. Sure enough, he beat Katsuki Bakugou's second place score of seventy-seven villain points, zero rescue points. He noticed that Ochako was also on the board, having earned forty-five rescue points and reaching fourth place. Tenya Iida was there as well, coming in sixth place with fifty-nine villain points and fourteen rescue points. None of the other names were familiar. He could hear the cheers and applause and the feeling of pride coming from his internal support system.

"Welcome, young Midoriya. This is YOUR Hero Academia!"

This was fantastic! Nothing could bring him down!

"How the FUCK did you cheat like that, Deku?!"

Oh right. Katsuki. Katsuki could bring him down. Because there was no way that the boy would be able to handle Izuku beating him. As such, the very second Izuku entered his classroom, Katsuki threw his own desk to the floor and stalked over, even more murderous than ever. The teacher was clearly not going to stop it, and their classmates were waiting to see the bloodbath. One even had his phone out to record it.

"I-I-I d-d-didn't," Izuku stammered. "There's n-no way someone could ch-cheat on the U.A. entrance exam."

"Then who did you bribe?! What did you offer?! Because there is NO WAY that a Quirkless waste of space like YOU could have honestly passed, let alone beat ME!" Katsuki's fists started to spark and the room began to smell like caramel as his nitroglycerin sweat built up. "I swear to every God there is that I will find out, and show EVERYONE what a worthless waste of oxygen you really-"

As Katsuki looked ready to pummel him, in front of their classmates and teacher, Izuku relented. One For All coursed through him at five percent. Bakugou was stopped in his tracks, staring slack-jawed as his perpetual victim was wreathed in Full Cowl's green lightning. The other students looked at him disbelievingly, as did the teacher.

"I'm not Quirkless anymore. Turns out my Quirk was dormant," Izuku said firmly. The vestiges had him practice this, and talking about it with Ochako had solidified it. "I'd been training my body to take the exam. My Quirk couldn't activate before I had enough muscles, or else the power would've killed me. Does that answer your question, Bakugou-kun?"

It was an impressive feat, only slightly marred by his internal monologue being mostly hyperventilating. He was surprised he never stammered, but his eyes betrayed the fear he felt.

Katsuki was about to speak, when the teacher said, "Now, boys, this isn't the time or place to talk about this. Get to your seats so we can begin."

Izuku was stunned. A teacher actually enforcing the rules to prevent Katsuki from attacking him? That'd take a miracle. Well, given the improbable nature of One for All, it arguably WAS a miracle.

"Sensei, I'm actually not feeling well. I'm going to the nurse," Izuku mumbled. The silence in the classroom was enough that he was easily heard. The teacher did nothing to stop him.

"Toshinori-sensei!" Izuku called out to All Might's emaciated form.

All Might laughed, "It's odd to hear you say that out loud. Though, since this beach has visitors nowadays, it's better that you keep it a secret."

"W-well, I kind of cheated. Sorry that I had to learn your real name without your permission…" Izuku bowed in apology.

"... Eh?" All Might said, "What are you… Did… Did I not tell you my real name?" he asked with mounting horror.

"I… I thought you wanted to keep it a secret," Izuku said, equally shocked.

"No, my boy! I thought I'd told you ages ago!" All Might said, utterly ashamed, "I just thought you kept calling me All Might because you were such a big fan!"

Izuku sighed. "Everyone in here is laughing really hard. Except for your own vestige, which can't talk but is projecting some real embarrassment."

All Might's flustered face grew serious, "I must confess that when I received your texts, I almost ran over to confront you. If Principal Nezu wasn't such a taskmaster..." he shivered. "I assume you have questions, but I don't know if I can answer all of them…"

"Did you know about the vestiges of the past users?" Izuku asked.

"That they existed, yes. I'd seen them in times of great duress, once or twice while dreaming, or while under the influence of some mental Quirks. I've never heard them speak, however," All Might answered. "When did this begin?"

"As I was entering U.A.," Izuku answered. "They were making comments about what was happening. They didn't think I could hear them until I responded. The first user, Yoichi Shigaraki, said he was expecting this to happen, but that One for All had progressed faster than they were anticipating."

"Are you all right? Do you hear them all the time? Is it painful?" All Might asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. They give me privacy when I ask. It's not painful, if anything they're all really helpful. They've been giving me advice and confidence, which, y'know, I really need…" Izuku scratched the back of his head.

"... I suppose that I should attribute your success at the entrance exam to them, rather than myself…" All Might seemed dejected.

"Well, no!" Izuku exclaimed, shaking his hands, "You gave me One for All in the first place, and your vestige is in here too! It can't speak the way the others can, but you've been giving me help ever since! Hell, you encouraged me to stand up to Kaccha- Bakugou-kun when I went to school today!"

All Might looked confused, "Wait, the boy you saved? I thought you said you were friends…"

Izuku could feel the encouragement, particularly from his internal All Might, who blazed with protective fury, "Well we were… up until his Quirk came in and mine didn't…"

That protective fury was now mirrored on the living All Might, "What happened?"

Izuku paused, torn between his ingrained response to defend Katsuki and the overwhelming feelings flooding him, and said, "I… Bakugou has… He'd constantly say horrible things to me, destroy my things, use his Quirk on me… today, he demanded to know how I beat him. Accused me of cheating, or bribery. I showed off One for All, just the lightning, and got him to back off. I left afterwards, claiming I was sick.

"I don't want to hurt his chances of getting into U.A.," Izuku suddenly said, his eyes swelling with unshed tears, "He has the potential to be a great hero. It's his dream. I don't want to be responsible for destroying anyone's dream."

As he talked, he started to curl inward. As he finished, he felt as though he was being hugged from all sides. All Might's vestige was first, followed by Yoichi, Hikage, Daigoro, En, and Nana, and finally, as he finished, All Might in the flesh.

"I'm so sorry, young Midoriya. No one should have to endure that. If you insist, I will not have him barred from attending U.A. However, you will not have to worry about him again. Because I am here ," All Might said, reassuring him in an embrace that was as strong as his muscled form.

All Might pulled back, his own eyes teary as he asked, "So, you've spoken to Nana?"

Izuku's tears fell as he said, "I have. She says she's proud of you. So, so proud."

All Might chuckled, "I've missed her so much. I wish I could speak to her."

"I can relay any message you want. But she says that she wants to wait a bit longer before you speak to her," Izuku replied.

"Then I suppose I'll have to be patient," All Might said.

"I do have a question, though," Izuku said.

"Anything, my boy."

"Who's Gran Torino?"

All Might instinctively shuddered in fear.

All Might had spoken to Nezu before attending the meeting to determine the makeup of the first-year Hero Classes. It hadn't taken much to convince him that there were problems between his apprentice and Bakugou. He soon realized why.

While in the meeting, Nezu played a certain video, posted on social media by a third-year student of Aldera Middle School. The faculty was shocked at the display of aggression.

"So, we're rescinding Katsuki Bakugou's acceptance," Shouta Aizawa, aka Eraserhead said. It wasn't a question.

"I don't believe that is in our best interests," Nezu replied.

"I don't see how letting him attend is in our best interests," said Ken Ishiyama, aka Cementoss, "Behavior like this is utterly unbecoming of a Hero. His aggressive nature at the entrance exam, combined with his total lack of rescue points, was already a red flag. This is appalling."

"Not to mention this thrrrows the rrrecords of both Bakugou and Midorrriya into question," Ryou Inui, aka Hound Dog, added. The events on the screen were disturbing him to the point that his speech was starting to devolve into animalistic growls. "The teacherrr was clearrrly unwilling to stop Bakugou until Midorrriya could prrrove he wasn't Quirrrkless."

"Does anyone know when Midoriya's Quirk actually manifested?" Nemuri Kayama, aka Midnight, asked as Hound Dog took out a strip of rawhide and began to chew it to calm himself down.

"The day of the entrance exam," All Might answered. As everyone turned to stare, All Might continued, "It's going to come out eventually. I have been training young Midoriya for the better part of a year. He was involved in an incident with a villain and I saw potential in him. I, too, was a late bloomer, thought to be Quirkless until I was fifteen, and I could recognize the signs. Both of our Quirks were too powerful to use until our bodies were strong enough to handle them. I wanted to make sure he had the same opportunities I had."

Eraserhead leaned back, "Huh. That would explain why he was holding back throughout the exam. And why he broke his bones against the zero-pointer."

All Might winced, "Yes, imagine that sort of power in a four-year old's body and you'll see why it took him so long to access it."

"A teen with the power of a god and the experience of a preschooler," Eraserhead sighed. "You're going to throw him in my class, aren't you?"

"I'm considering it," Nezu said. "Kan, would you be willing to take Bakugou?"

"I don't know why we're still considering him," Sekijiro Kan, aka Vlad King, said, "Bringing someone like him would be a bad look. We'd certainly lose face against the other Hero schools if this gets out."

"He would have to be admitted on probation. A single incident and he's out," Nezu said with utter seriousness. "The boy is motivated to become a hero, and he has proven himself competent. My primary concern is that if he isn't given the opportunity to learn from his mistakes and change his behavior, his explosive rage will find another outlet. Deny him a chance to be a hero, he may become a vigilante, if not an outright villain."

There was a heavy pause. The man only known as Snipe broke it, "So, we're makin' sure the kid stays inside the tent pissin' out rather'n outside the tent pissin' in."

All Might, a longtime fan of all things American, was constantly in awe of Snipe's ability to convey a western American accent in Japanese.

"I suppose I can agree that it's best to keep a struggling child away from the path of villainy," Vlad King acquiesced. "And it's clear that keeping Bakugou and Midoriya separate is in their own best interests. I'll take him in class B."

"Excellent!" Nezu clapped his paws together. "Now then, onto our next time bomb."

"I hope that's not literal," Hizashi Yamada, aka Present Mic, joked.

"I almost wish. You see, upon seeing the video and realizing the fabrications Aldera clearly made to its students' records, I decided that our typical background checks needed a… personal touch," Nezu's eyes glinted as he said this. "I've been combing through things and we have another problem. Minoru Mineta."

"He made the cut in the practical, did excellent on the written test, and his record's clean," Eraserhead frowned. "But I'm starting to wonder if that's a red flag now."

"Well, it turns out Bakugou's not the only one with incidents removed or ignored. It turns out that Mineta has had a string of sexual harassment accusations that were dismissed. Typically, those dismissals would be on a student's record, but it seems that Mineta has connections. His family members sit on the boards of a number of schools," Nezu paused, "Including his mother, who is on the board of U.A."

"So we have a serial harasser who's been shielded from consequences," Midnight's tone was deadly.

"And, presumably, we would risk consequences ourselves if we denied him entry," said Eraserhead. He looked and sounded as though he was done with absolutely everything. To be fair, that was his default expression, but now it was magnified at least tenfold.

"Indeed. There are no official complaints, and his performance on the entrance exam places him squarely in the Hero Course. While we could keep our eyes open and expel him at his first offense, keeping our female Hero students with a potential predator would harm their own growth…" Nezu took a sip of tea. "Before I continue, would either of you volunteer to take Mineta in your class?"

There was a pause, until Vlad King sighed and said, "If I have to deal with one PR disaster in my class already, I suppose I can handle a second."

"Wonderful. Well, then, Aizawa, all thirteen young women of our first year Hero Course will be in class 1-A," Nezu's grin was practically feral.

"I quit," Aizawa groaned.

"Denied," Nezu said.

"If I have to deal with this shit, you do too," Vlad King growled.

Izuku Midoriya's Hero Analysis of the Past, volume 1

First User - Yoichi Shigaraki

Came from the Dawn of Quirks, lived through the Dark Age

Heroes weren't an official classification then. Hero and Vigilante were interchangeable, and some Heroes back then would qualify as Villains today.

Claims he wasn't much of a Hero. One for All was probably much weaker.

Appeared to be sickly and weak.

White hair, despite being young. Natural or from malnutrition?

His eyes are green, like mine

Said he grew up thinking he was quirkless, too

If he was chronically ill, the strength wouldn't stockpile easily, and probably took a while to be noticeable?

Has mentioned an older brother but doesn't elaborate

The others are also wary when he's mentioned

Knew both Two and Three when they were alive.

Seems fond of them

Both were Vigilantes, more akin to terrorists or freedom fighters than Heroes as we know them today

Says they find All Might too naive and that I'm worse.

Really encouraging and knowledgeable about One for All

Grew up sheltered. Has mentioned being "confined".

Seems like a manga nerd?