Thank you everyone for all the amazing reviews on the last chapter! I am ecstatic that you are all enjoying Makoto's journey. Some of you made me laugh, others had me smiling. Thank you all, so much. -Murder

Akari could not stop talking about the date she had gone on with Honenuki yesterday. I kicked my heels into the dirt as we walked up to the school. "Vlad said that we're going to pick our hero names today. I'm going to take Mom's. I'll be the next amazing Milky Way! You can take Dad's." She spun her umbrella. Droplets kicked off it. I rested mine against my shoulder. "Oh! There's something going on!" I looked up from the ground and saw a large mass of media in front of the gates to UA.

"Why did you admit a villain into the hero course?"

"Is the hero course a villain course?"

"Care to comment on Akari Satoshi's progress on becoming a hero like her mother?"

"What is it like having a villain for a classmate?"

I froze as Akari skipped towards them, hollering for their attention. I was glad that I had managed to cover the massive bruise on my face with make up this morning. The dark bruise had begun to lighten to a brown-purple colour. I had removed the plaster bandage this morning as well. Thankfully, there was only a noticeable gash, but no new bump or deviation was added to my face. Akari was disappointed at that.

I had seen the news coverage of the sports festival after Mitsuki had driven me home. Akari had been disqualified from the sports festival for instigating the match too early. Photos of our parents were splattered over every paper and web page. Civilians and heroes alike were in an uproar over their confirmed relationship. Most had jumped to the conclusion that we were conceived through non-consent while others called it the love affair of the century.

Those same sources applauded Akari for having Mom's quirk and speculated her future hero life. I, on the other hand, was deemed something that should have been killed at birth. 'Put out of its misery' as one article read. No one wanted to give me a chance at proving that I was able to be a hero like Mom. I was shuttered away in the villain category. Gosh, no wonder Dad felt the need to become a villain with people like this in the world.

"You're looking for me," Akari cooed as she stopped beside the reporters. Their attention turned to her – and some noticed me walking up in the background. They spurred into action, dozens of voices speaking at once. Vlad and Aizawa stood just inside the gates. Both turned to glare at the beaming Akari. Aizawa was free of his bandages and casts now. That was a relief. Akari started to tell them how she was taking Mom's name and that I would be taking Dad's because they were who we wanted to become. Vlad stalked through the media hounds, clamped a hand on Akari's shoulder and walked her into the school. I kept my face downturned and tried to follow the path they had made. It quickly closed, encasing me within the crowd of reports and cameras. Why could they not leave us alone?

"I said, 'no comment'." Aizawa glowered as his capture weapon forced the journalists apart. His bandages wrapped around my torso and pulled me off my feet and through the hoard. He pulled me into the school. Vlad was chastising Akari for speaking with the media and helping to perpetuate the lies they were already telling about us. She just shrugged, changed her shoes, and skipped up the stairs.

"Um, Aizawa – can you let go of me?" He stalked past the cubbies and began taking the stairs two at a time.

"Nope. You'll run and hide until the end of the day if I do that," Aizawa said as we reached our floor. I sighed. He was right, after all. He slammed open the door to our classroom and entered, depositing me in my seat with my open umbrella before retracting his capture weapon. The class was eerily silent for a moment. I slowly withdrew my umbrella and hung it off the back of my chair.

Tsu spoke first, "Aizawa, you don't have bandages anymore. That's good news."

He shrugged, "the old lady went a little overboard on her treatment." He sported a new scar on the apple of his right cheek. I let out a heavy breath and bit my lip. I could have prevented that if I acted earlier. "Anyway, we have a big class today on hero informatics. You need code names. Time to pick your hero identities. This is related to the pro-hero draft picks I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally students don't have to worry about the draft yet – not until their second or third year actually. But, your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first years like you, they're essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interests die down in you before graduation."

"So," Hagakure started from beside me, "you're saying that we still have to prove ourselves even after we've gotten recruited."

"Correct." He affirmed, "now, here are the totals for those of you that got offers." The blackboard lit up with names of those that received offers with a bar and the total number of offers. Todoroki got the most followed by Bakugo, Tokoyami, and Iida until my name appeared at the bottom with a question mark. "In past years it's been a little more spread out, but there's a pretty big gap this time." Why was there a question mark next to my name?

"Why does Satoshi's name have a question mark? Did she get requests or not?" Iida spoke with his hand in the air.

Aizawa sighed, "Satoshi did get requests, but there were some issues with them so Principle Nezu is working on fixing it. You can come to grab them from me at lunch."

"Wow," Kaminari laughed, "people actually sent Satoshi offers? Even with all the negative media attention?" Aizawa activated his quirk, hair and weapon floating upward. Kaminari stopped laughing and swallowed hard.

Uraraka spun towards him, hands on her hips as she stood at her desk, "stop it! How would you like it if we judged you for the things your parents did?" He stared at his desk. I turned back around, staring at my hands in my lap. Uraraka sat back down, her chair squeaking.

Aizawa dropped his quirk, "despite these results – you'll all be interning with pros. Got it? Even those of you who didn't get any offers. You all got to experience combat with real villains during the attack on the USJ facility. But, it will still be helpful to see heroes up close and personal, in the field, first hand. This hero name will likely be temporary, but take them seriously or-"

"You'll have hell to pay later!" The door slammed open. Midnight strutted into the class and stood beside Aizawa, leaning seductively on the podium. "What you pick today could be your codename for life. Don't pick something utterly indecent."

"Yeah, she's got a good point. Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte." Aizawa pulled his yellow sleeping bag out from under the podium. "A name tells people what type of hero you want to be and what exactly you represent. Take All Might for example." He slipped into it before instantly falling asleep against the wall. Midnight began to hand out markers and whiteboards to each row. I passed them back, avoiding eye contact.

I held the marker in my hand and stared down at the space. Akari had said that she would take Mom's name. I could follow that path and take Dad's – but it would be what everyone was expecting. I wrote down Polaris. I held my board into my chest, tapping it lightly as my classmates presented their names. Both of my parents had names that resonated with space, even though their quirks had different base components. Akari and Mom had their quirk based on how light travels and acts. Dad and I were directly related to the atomic elements and their properties. Polaris was the name for the brightest star in Ursa Minor. It was also known as the North Star; the star that travellers would use to find their way when they were lost.

They were all such proper, heroic names. Katsuki had tried to have King and Lord Explosion Murder approved, but Midnight squashed them. "Katsuki, Shoto, and Tenya has chosen to use their own names. The only one left is Satoshi. Are you going to use your own name as well?" Midnight looked at me from beside the podium. I bit my lip and stood. I walked the few steps to the podium and held the board in front of my face. "Quantum Hero: Polaris," Midnight read off my board. "I love it! It pays homage to your parents while giving you a whole new image." She clapped her hands together. I hurried back to my seat.

Aizawa yawned, "you're all done?"

"It went by so quickly," Midnight frowned. Aizawa stood, unzipped his sleeping back, and put it away in the podium.

"Now that everyone's decided on their hero names, we can start talking about your upcoming hero internships. They'll last for one week. As for who you'll be working with – those that are on the board will choose from among their offers. Everyone else will have a different list. There's a lot to think about. There are around forty agencies from around Japan that have agreed to take on interns from your class. Each agency has a different speciality that its agents focus on, keep that in mind." Aizawa paused.

Midnight picked up the beat, "imagine if you were Thirteen, you would want to pick somewhere that focuses on rescuing people, not fighting villains. Understand?"

"Think carefully before you decide." Aizawa reminded everyone before he handed out the packages to each student. "Hand them in before the weekend." We only had two days. Everyone was distracted as class started. They were too excited with their internships. I wonder what type of people sent me an offer. Once class ended for the afternoon, everyone excitedly shared their lists with one another. I left the class, heading towards the staff room. I swallowed before knocking on the door.

Cementoss opened the door. "Ah, Satoshi. How's the nose?"

I taste of my blood flowing from my nose re-entered my mind. "It's okay."

"She's here for her offers," Aizawa called from his desk. Cementoss apologized for keeping me and let me enter. I walked around the row to his desk. He had two piles of papers with my name on each. Each had long lists of agencies.

"What happened?" I eyed the two.

Aizawa swung around in his chair and handed me the small stack of papers. "You had a lot of offers." He pointed to the large pile on his desk. "These we were able to verify as legitimate hero agencies."

"The others were," I started to question. I began to regret asking when Aizawa spoke up.

"From villains." He shrugged, picking up the large stack and shoved it in the garbage under his desk.

I nodded, licking my lips. Of course, villains would be looking to recruit me. "Thank you. I'll have one selected by the deadline." I bowed and turned to leave the staff room.

"Polaris," Midnight spoke. I stopped with my hand on the door and turned my head to face her. "Show them the hero in you." I gave her a small smile before exiting the room. I continued down the hall towards the classroom. I had left my bag with my bento at my desk. I scanned the pages Aizawa had handed me. I have about fifty offers. Most were from smaller agencies, but there were some more prominent names such as Ryukyu and Best Jeanist. I fiddled with the edge of the paper. Did these heroes see that I could be one of them? Or did they want to try and intercept me before I became a villain like everyone thought? My heart stung at the memory of Kaminari's comment. I re-entered the classroom, placed my list on my desk, and opened my bag.

A large hand swiped the sheets off my desk. I took my bento out of my bag and watched as Katsuki scanned my offers. "Best Jeanist gave you an offer too? Some of these aren't half bad. What the hell kind of problem was there?"

"I betcha they were from a bunch of villains," Sero shrugged. Ashido stepped on his foot. He let out a yelp. I took my list back from Katsuki – who was fuming – and shoved it and my bento into my bag, before swiftly exiting the classroom. Someone yelled after me. I kept walking down the stairs and out of the school. I found a small space in the forest that surrounded the school and sat to eat my lunch. I took out the package again, scanning through them. I recognized some of the names as heroes in the top twenty – which was strange that they wanted me. Others were smaller agencies that I had never heard of. But one caught my eye. It was Redemption Rising Hero Company. It was an odd name for a hero agency, but it sounded familiar somehow. I took out a book and a pen, scribbling Best Jeanist as my second choice and Ryukyu as my third. I put Redemption as my first choice. The bell rang. I could just leave school now and go to work. No one would miss me if I skipped the rest of the day. I frowned, looking at the form. I would have to hand in the form, though. I sighed, gathering my things into my bag before reluctantly returning to class.

I forced myself up the stairs and pushed open the door. Everyone was already seated. Ectoplasm was not there for math yet. No one spoke. I made my way to my desk and sat down, taking my books out. This happened every time my classmates saw my quirk – but this time, I did not have Akari to lean on.

Uraraka coughed into her fist forcefully. Sero and Kaminari reluctantly moved to stand in front of my desk. What was going on? Kaminari opened his mouth first. "Look, we're sorry for making those jokes about you."

Sero shrugged, "it wasn't nice."

I looked down at my books and opened them to what we were supposed to be covering in class today. "It doesn't matter." I needed to remember why I was in this school. What my purpose was. Why I chose Polaris.

They looked taken aback. "It doesn't matter?"

I kept my eyes down. "Everyone makes those comments about me. I've heard it all before." The two were about to speak, but Ectoplasm opened the door and ordered them back to their seats.

I felt unimaginably cold for the remainder of the day. A numb tingling in my chest where the cold radiated from. I was all alone. Again. Once school ended, I swiftly packed up my things and rushed out of the class. I ran down the stairs and absentmindedly stopped at my cubby. I still had my outdoor shoes on. My door was covered in black sharpie that read villain and other derogatory phrases. I opened the door and dozens of notes spilt onto the floor. I did not move to pick any of them up, but from where I stood, I could read their messages.

Kill yourself, villain.

You're worth less than trash.

Villains run in families.

No one wants you here.

Die.

People stood stiffly around me, watching me with bated breath. As if they expected me to do something. My indoor shoes were wet and smelled of urine. I walked through the papers and out the entrance of the school. Classmates never had the nerve to vandalize my property before. They had never even tried to speak to me, let alone do this.

[B&M]

Akari screamed as she saw Honenuki waiting for her at the gate to the school. She rushed ahead to meet him, leaving me at her tail. There were no journalists out in front of the school today. Unfortunately, due to their short interaction with Akari yesterday – every news outlet had stated that my hero name was confirmed as Sirius and that I aimed to be a villain just like him. That was the farthest from the truth, but no one would know. I held my forearm as I entered the gate to UA, my feet dragging across the walk. I lugged myself up the stairs and towards my cubby. The graffiti from yesterday was gone. I opened the cubby. I had brought a pair of slippers I wore at home to use for the school day until I got paid next week and could afford new shoes. But, a brand-new pair of black Toms sat inside. Who had done this? I slipped off my sneakers, placing them inside of the cubby, and slipped on the Toms.

I walked up the stairs to where our classroom was and entered. Their lively chatter ended the moment I stepped inside. That cold chill I had yesterday returned. I hung my head, my oil-slick hair hiding my face. I quickly made my way to my desk, sat down, and opened the notes for Midnight's class. A chair moved, and Uraraka stood in front of my desk. "Do you want to hang out with me after school today?"

I looked up at her briefly before flipping through my notes. "I'm busy."

She smiled and tilted her head, "what about this weekend?"

I shook my head as I found the page where we had left off. "Busy."

"Oh," she frowned, "let's hang out after our internship then! Who did you pick? I'm going with the Battle Hero: Gunhead." She smiled again. Why did she always smile? Did her cheeks not get sore?

"Redemption," I answered, taking out my small black pencil holder.

"Cool!" She looked super excited. "I've never heard of him."

"You'll be punished with a pop quiz," Midnight slammed the door open – a stack of papers in her hand. Uraraka smiled at me one more time before running back to her desk. Why was she trying so hard to speak with me?

[B&M]

Aizawa stood at the front of the class – a great obstacle course behind him. "Welcome to Gym Delta. Cementoss has created this obstacle course for us. By the end of the year, you all better be able to finish this course within five minutes – without your quirk." He motioned with his head to the side of the gym. We were clad in our gym uniforms, and all moved to the side and got a better look at the death machine Cementoss had created. Aizawa quickly did the course himself. He climbed the rope within seconds and scaled the thin cement wall. He jumped onto the monkey-bar rings and swung through easily. He jumped onto a balance beam and was on the other end in a moment. Aizawa grabbed onto a bar and used his arms to jump the bar up between rungs until he was at the top. Once there, he jumped on to a giant tunnel made of net, weaving his way through. At the end, he jumped onto a trampoline and shot himself through a small hoop, somersaulted as he hit the ground and ran on a rotating beam surrounded by water. It took him all of a minute to complete everything.

I stood back and watched my classmates go one by one. Most of my classmates struggled with a few of the obstacles, but everyone was able to make it to the end. Ojiro, Todoroki, and Shoji breezed through the majority of the sections without breaking a sweat. They were made for this. I let my hands rest over the small pouch of pudge on my stomach. My quirk did not require any extra muscle for me to use it effectively, so I had never cared much for physical activity. I could use the time sweating to read instead.

It was my turn. I walked up to the large cement wall and grabbed onto the rope. I held on as tightly as I could and tried to pull myself up the rope. My arms were on fire. I could not move. The rope burned my hands. My feet touched the ground again. I let out a hard breath and tried to pull myself up the rope again. I did not move.

Aizawa sighed from the other side of the gym, "next." I hung my head, hair gathering in my face, and rejoined the classmates who had already gone. Hagakure was the only other person who could not make it past the rope – but she at least made it halfway up.

"I guess having a strong villain quirk doesn't mean you're actually strong," Kaminari shrugged off to the side. I turned swiftly and headed out of the gym.

"Hey dunce face!" Katsuki yelled as he let off a few small explosions in his palms. I stopped and turned to face them. He stalked towards Kaminari. "Did we not cover this yesterday?"

"Satoshi's not a villain," Jiro pipped in, stabbing him with her earphone jack. Why were they defending me? I shook my head and rushed out of the gym.

[B&M]

Present Mic dismissed us for the end of the way and left through the door. I gathered my things, double-checking that my transit pass was still active.

"Whoa! What are all of you doing here?" Sero gawked. I turned to look at the door to 1-A. A hoard of students had gathered outside within seconds of Present Mic leaving.

"Did they get rid of the villain yet?"

"She looks so mean."

"Haven't they sent her to Tartarus yet?"

I froze as their comments grew louder and melted together into noise. My feet stuck to the floor. I needed to get to work. Midoriya, Uraraka, Ashido, Kirishima, and Katsuki stalked towards the group. Katsuki threatened to kill all the extras while the others tried to get them to leave civilly.

"No one threatens my thick thighed woman," Mineta cried as he ran to join the group at the door. My thighs weren't that big. Sure, they touched – but wasn't that normal?

A hand rested on my shoulder. I jumped and turned quickly. My hair almost hit Tsu and Yaoyorozu in the face. "They don't know you, yet. I'm sure once they do, they'll have a totally different opinion." Yaoyorozu smiled down at me.

"You don't know me either," I said, looking between the two.

"But we want to," Tsu added. I stared at the two.

Did they really mean that? "Why are you being nice to me?" I swallowed hard waiting for the answer I expected.

"We want to be friends!" The two beamed. My jaw loosened

"Do you want to hang out this weekend," Tsu asked, placing a finger on her chin.

"I-I'm actually busy." I said, gathering up the rest of my things. "I'm going to be late."

"I'll blast all your faces off if you don't fuck off, now!" Katsuki let his explosions off. I jumped, watching the group at the door. Most of the students had dispersed, but there was a group that was standing their ground.

"Ka-chan," Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his neck, "violence won't fix this."

I took in a large breath of air and held it. I swung my bag onto my back and walked to the front of the group at the door. I stood in front of a large male student with an Elvis Presley-like haircut. "You saw me. What else do you want?"

The boy sneered. "Leave UA. One of us deserves that spot. It shouldn't go to a villain."

"Not happening," I said, turning swiftly and walked past.

"You're not going anywhere!" He reached out for my left shoulder. I broke my shoulder and torso down to my hip. His hand slipped straight through me. "What the hell was that?" My body reformed, and I kept walking. If they wanted a villain – then maybe a villain they would get.