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U.A High School

Recovery Girl's Nurse's Office

Alexandria's POV

See? This is what happens when we get into things that're none of our business. She thought to herself knowing, A busted arm, tons of bruises and a lot of eyes we coulda done without.

^We saved a heroes life, our arm will heal and it'll be a lot easier to find a place for ourselves in this world with help than on our own. We did good.^

She couldn't argue with any of the points so like always he lost in the face of Willow's logic. Sure she knew it was just a power derived echo of her best friend but it was close enough making it just as effective as the real thing in poking holes in her statements. Landing in a new world where they didn't know any of the rules would be hard solo and would be made easier with people willing to lend a helping hand. Also considering the hero, who she learned went by the name All Might, was considered the number one hero in this world than his death would've had a devastating ripple effect on everyone. The heroes would be demoralized by the loss of such a strong comrade and the super criminals would be emboldened by the idea that their largest roadblock was no longer a concern for them. Sure a new equilibrium would establish itself eventually but until it did the level of crime would skyrocket placing innocents in harms way.

Like it or not a broken arm was a small price to pay for help and saving the day.

If we wind up a lab rat I'm gonna blame you. She thought frowning even as she looked out the window.

^Whatever.^

Deepening her frown she tried to think of how to handle everything that was coming her way. Questions of course since it was a certainty that she didn't exist in any of the official records and that'd raise a few eyebrows since it'd be an oddity. Generally speaking the only people who didn't exist in official records were either those who'd lived a hermit lifestyle in the middle of nowhere or who'd deliberately chosen to live under the radar for some reason. With the human population of the world growing every day the number of places capable of supporting human life but not being connected to human civilization were few indeed. As for people who chose to live under the radar and leave not a trace of their existence behind a fair number of those were criminals attempting to evade capture. While it'd be nice if the people who'd be questioning her would miss the darker possibilities it'd be a good idea to prepare for them not to.

So how do you explain not being in any records anywhere without bringing up being from another dimension?

Well any story would have to be kept as simple as possible since the more details she put into it the more ways the interrogator would have to catch her in a lie. There'd be no way to claim she was born in Japan and every likelihood that they'd label her an American so she'd start her fabricated story with how she got here. The simplest way of going about it would be to say that she'd flown the entire way there herself using only a compass to keep herself on course. According to the comic books Rogue was capable of flying at just under the speed of sound so a trip from California to Japan would've taken…roughly seven hours from start to finish without stops. That'd be too much to do believably with a single shot so she'd have to say that she stopped to rest in Hawaii for a few hours in order to make his trip across the Pacific feasible. If they inquired as to why she hadn't been picked up by the usual aircraft monitoring systems she could say she just flew below the altitude such tech took into account. With Rogue's flying ability going low enough to hug the surface of the sea would be easy enough so that part of the story should pass inspection.

As for the inevitable question of WHY she left America…best to just go with the truth.

Her 'quirk' hurt someone she cared about and unable to handle the aftermath she'd chosen to get as far away from where it happened as possible without really thinking about it. If they tried to dig for details she'd play up the whole 'it is too traumatic and I do not want to think about it' angle in the hopes that they'd choose to back off until she was 'ready to talk about it'. If they did push then she'd only let out the details of Rogue's core power emphasizing the part that if she stayed in contact with someone for too long they fell into a coma that they might never wake up from. She'd also mention that depending on the length of tactile skin contact she also took on an echo of the person who she took powers from. There was no point in hiding that point since All Might had seen first hand how All For One's echo had influenced and almost took full control of her mind.

It'd been one of the most terrible experiences she'd ever undergone since gaining her new circumstances and it'd pushed her to the limits of her mind to lock the All For One echo away. Even now she could feel the echo straining against the chains she'd wrapped around it and it'd probably stay like that for the next year at the very least. Once it'd been determined that there was no way for her to be turned back into a guy she'd asked Giles for training in how to suppress or resist foreign personalities in your own mind. Everything from various methods of meditation to self-hypnosis was researched, practiced and then depending on how well it worked would either be adopted or discarded. By the time that the mess with Acathla started up she and the Brit had managed to cobble together a decent treatment that'd allow her to cope with any psychic echoes should she touch someone or something long enough to produce an echo.

It wasn't perfect but it was all she had until a more effective method presented itself.

As for what'd happen after they gave up trying to dig into her past she didn't know really. Thanks to Rogue's memories and what she retained from All For One she knew that this world was like a brighter version of the Marvel-verse. The idea of superheroes was not only a reality in this world but an officially accepted profession with more than a few Villains to make their existence necessary. If she wanted to take on the job of a Pro Hero then it'd certainly allow her to make the most of what she had and it probably paid pretty good too. After all from what she'd seen of All Might and the snippets of memory from All For One the dietary needs of each hero, their costume and their equipment were not things that could be afforded by your average middle class wage. When you factored in the usual costs of living for most middle class people there wasn't a lot left over for someone to use as they would. If someone wanting to be a hero just stuck to matching the look of a hero they could probably get by but if they wanted to both look the part and have gear befitting someone in dangerous situations. Therefore logically the money Pro Heroes must receive had to be high enough to not only meet their basic needs but also fund their job's needs as well.

There was just one thing that was preventing her from jumping into such a job.

Fear.

Fear of hurting others with Rogue's primary mutant power: power absorption.

Unlike many mutant powers and a lot of the quirks she'd recently learned about she couldn't control 'power absorption' any more than Rogue could. That meant that even the slightest skin-to-skin contact could result in its activation harming both her as well as the one touching her skin. She'd done what she could to combat that by wearing clothes that covered up as much of her body as possible and having the magically inclined Scoobies enhance their durability but it wasn't perfect. Magic could be undone and with the right abilities even the toughest materials can be destroyed. Considering what your average day on the Hellmouth was like she'd never quite been able to shake the fear that something would tear the thin layer of protection she had and trigger power absorption. That fear only got worse whenever she went somewhere where the number of living beings went up even if it was the other Scoobies. She'd done her best to soldier on through it and keep fighting the good fight in spite of the fear but in the end she'd reached her limit when Buffy'd gone off to face Angelus.

Would that change now that she was in a world filled with heroes with so many different superpowers that could protect them from her powers?

With quirks not being a recent thing it was possible that entirely new fabrics and metals had been developed that could stand up to quite a bit of punishment. Add to that the fact that with real people with real superpowers maybe there'd be someone out there who could take the lingering skills of Rogue and build upon them.

Maybe her period of perpetual fear had come to an end.

Hearing the sound of the door opening she turned her head to see Recovery Girl enter but unlike the old lady's recent arrivals the woman had company following her in.

The first was the goofy guy she'd had as a roommate for a few days, the number one hero, All Might. Honestly the guy was so honest and corny that he'd likely make even Captain America roll his eyes in disbelief but there was no doubting the commitment to his job. All Might with his every word and action made it clear that he would give his all to live up to his obligations as a Pro Hero. Also after seeing the man fight it was easy to see how the man had obtained his current rank.

The second was woman a little over five feet tall with dark skin, red eyes and white hair but her most defining trait were the two bunny ears that she had in place of normal human ears. She had a toned and muscular building triggering memories of She-Hulk and wore a costume consisting of a white leotard with a fuzzy collar and thigh high purple boots. She couldn't recall ever seeing anything about the woman either in the newspapers or on TV but for her to be in the company of All Might must mean that she was one of the upper ranked Pro Heroes.

The last one to come in was…a pint sized dog in a grey suit?

"How are you feeling Alexandria?" Recovery girl asked with her usual healer's tone.

"The cast and broken arm are still a pain but otherwise I'm doin' fine." She replied keeping things casual.

"Then I'm sorry for changing that my dear." Recovery Girl said with mild regret, "I tried to delay this for as long as possible in the interests of avoiding anything that might slow your recovery but time has run out."

"Y'all have questions don't ya?" she asked knowing what it was all about.

"Yes we do. Naturally when All Might brought you here for treatment efforts were made to contact your family as well as your medical history in case there was something important." Dog in Suit said in a high pitched voice, "However when we ran both your fingerprints and your face through the system we were unable to get any matches. We were hoping you might be willing to fill in the blanks."

Translation: the lack of info on you is making people nervous so please help calm them down by answering some questions.

"Okay then. Shoot." She said having expected this from the beginning.

"For the record can we get your full civilian name?" Dog in Suit asked taking both a notepad and pencil out of his pocket.

Mentally she had to smirk at this bit of misdirection.

She'd spotted the security cameras in the room as well as the one built into Recovery Girl's computer so she knew that the little dog person didn't need to write anything down. All anyone would need to do was view the security recordings if they needed to double check a response so paper and a pencil were unnecessary. It was likely meant to make her think that whatever the puppy wrote down was all that'd be entered into official record.

She'd never been THAT oblivious to what was really going on around her.

"Alexandria Claremont." She replied not seeing the need to come up with a fake name.

"Where are you from?" he asked moving on to the next logical question.

"America." She replied not seeing the point in volunteering extra details.

"Where in America?" he asked no doubt pressing for a more exact location.

"Mississippi." She replied before putting on the look all teenagers used when they would dodge any further lines of inquiry.

"How did you come to be in the city where you met All Might?" he asked moving onto the next important piece of information.

"It wasn't like I planned it or nothin'." She replied letting honesty with a drop of anxiety flavor her words, "Honestly I just picked a direction and flew. Had to make a few pit stops when I got tired but eventually I got here. After that…I just wandered about."

"Most people would wander away from danger yet you were in the middle of the battlefield." Recovery Girl pointed out with a bit of a reprimand.

"The room I'd rented for the night was right in the middle of things." She explained while formulating the rest of the response, "I'd chosen a basement room to stay away from everyone else. It wasn't exactly quiet sometimes so I didn't hear anything until the place was already crumbling to pieces."

"Why did you choose such an isolated room?" All Might asked with polite curiosity, "It couldn't have been very comfortable."

"My power…I can't control it." She replied not having to fake her anxiety this time, "For as long as I've had it I can't switch it on and off like a light switch. The second anyone's skin comes into contact with mine it activates. It's made me edgy being around people."

And THERE were the pitying looks right on schedule.

It was understandable since such a power would easily make someone feel isolated from the people around them leading to loneliness. Given that being a Pro Hero generally meant you needed to care about others it probably came naturally to them. Still she hoped it would mutate into a trend of some kind because that'd get annoying pretty quickly.

"If you wanted to avoid contact with people because of your quirk then why did you intervene to help All Might?" Dog in Suit asked with scrutinizing eyes, "Wouldn't it have been smarter to leave swiftly?"

"I thought about doin' that at first but…" she replied thinking about how to phrase this right, "…my best friend Willow would've been disappointed in me if I'd only thought about myself. I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't."

Whether it was the psychic echo in her head or the real deal in her native reality that would indeed have been the case. Willow had always given her the third degree whenever it'd looked like she would take the easy way out or not do the right thing according to her principles. Sometimes he was able to stubborn her way past Willow's disappointment but most of the time she caved and did what the redhead wanted. Why? Because they were kindred spirits the two of them. Both of them had parents that should be locked up due to abuse or neglect and only through the friendship the two of them had between them were they able to turn out more or less okay.

"Willow was your friend?" All Might asked with sympathy and understanding.

"My BEST friend." She replied telling no lies and omitting nothing about the strength of the friendship between her and Willow.

"I see." All might said in a way that implied that he'd just come to a conclusion in his mind.

"And what do you plan to do now?" Dog-in-Suit asked politely.

"I'm not sure. Pretty much all the stuff I brought with was probably destroyed when the building I was in collapsed including what money I had." She replied figuring it was a plausible enough turn of events, "The odds of any of it being in decent condition after being dug out aren't worth mentionin'."

"While we can't do anything about your possessions we can provide a measure of monetary compensation since your losses were the result of a Pro Hero's fight getting out of hand." Dog-in-Suit said in a gesture of kindness, "In addition to that I have a proposal to make."

Huh?

"Based on All Might's report on your involvement in his fight with All For One you seem to have the potential to become a great Hero." Dog-In-Suit explained with the other adults not looking surprised in the least, "If you have no path before you and do not wish to go back the way you came then I invite you to enroll at U.A High School and take the Hero course. With the right training you could be of great help to the people of Japan and in helping the people find a way to help yourself."

Her?

Become a hero?

She had to admit that when Buffy had come to town and she'd found out about the blonde being the Slayer he thought for sure that this was as close as she'd ever come to working with a real life superhero. When Halloween came and she was changed she'd been too overcome by what'd happened to both her as well as Willow that the future might as well not have existed. It'd been like a terrible dream that made it impossible to plan for the future while it existed and there was no way of knowing when it'd come to an end.

In this new world with all its differences when compared to her native dimension and the absent desire to return home it felt like she had a chance at a fresh start.

She would never forget the dimension of her birth or the friends she made there but here in this dimension no one knew anything about her.

There were no records of her, no past mistakes weighing her down and best of all no alcoholic DNA donators to make people think it was inevitable that she'd wind up like them in the end.

The only downside was that she seriously doubted that whatever monetary compensation they were planning on giving her would last very long or even be able to afford a decent place. While she might've said that she'd chosen a basement room to stay away from people she did have some standards when it came to where she would deign to live. It had to pass all health and safety rules as well as look respectable enough that you could tell the landlord cared about how his property looked inside and out. Beyond that so long as she could have a bed and the bare basics kitchen for the usual kitchen stuff along with a bare minimum bathroom she'd be happy enough.

It'd be one thing if she could work a job that could pay for all that but with her magically enhanced clothes shredded she doubted very much that she'd be able to tolerate any occupation that involved people. A work at home job through a computer might work but she didn't have the education for one that didn't involve eight hours of irate customers blaming you for their high bills instead of looking at themselves.

Basically trying for a normal civilian job without the help of the Hero community was sounding more and more bothersome by the minute as well as being outside of her comfort zone.

"Well sugah, you make a good argument." She said trying to make it sound like the Dog-in-Suit deserved most of the credit instead of her own internal debates, "Where do I sign?"

"There'll be time enough for paperwork later." Dog-in-Suit replied with a smile or what she presumed was a smile given his canine features, "For now the broad strokes of what comes next will do. First and foremost given the level of power and resourcefulness you've displayed it's been decided that you will be staying with a Pro Hero until such time as it is judged safe."

"Safe? What do you mean safe?" she asked not quite getting what the sentient canine was talking about.

"Due to your unique gifts and your role in defeating All For One there are concerns that other Villains might target you either to eliminate a potential threat or to find a way to duplicate your quirk." Recovery Girl replied contributing to the conversation, "We've already got experts working to determine if it'd be possible for anyone other than All For One to take your quirk but it'll take some time. As for Villains trying to eliminate you the fact that you're here proves that you're not invulnerable. As such it's been decided that Pro Hero Mirko here."

Turning to look at the bunny version of She-Hulk she had to admit that the woman definitely looked like she could fight and if she had powers comparable to the Jade Giantess then she'd be able to handle most villains. As for how she felt about essentially becoming a babysitter for an unknown the early twenties woman looked like she was actually curious as to how things would go. There was just too little to go on to really judge whether rooming with the young woman would be good or bad.

"Keep your side of the place clean and hands off the stuff that's got my name on it in the fridge and we'll get along fine kid." Mirko said with a voice that wasn't quite 'butch female' but at the same time was a country away from 'soft female'.

Definitely the sort of person who'd consider slugging someone across the face for irritating her too much.

"Normally when someone applies to U.A they are required to take both a written as well as practical exam to ensure that they have the necessary intelligence and skill to be a hero." Dog-in-Suit explained sounding like he'd done it several times before, "However given your performance against All For One it's clear that you'd pass the practical exam and that leaves just the written exam. In the interests of fairness since you're new to Japan we'll wait two weeks before having you write it. That should be plenty enough time for you to read up on what you need to know."

Sounded reasonable enough.

Two weeks of studying up on everything the rest of the world took for granted with special focus on what most high school kids knew plus some hero rules thrown in for fun.

^I'll get started on an efficient study plan.^

Figures. Even with just being an echo she still expects me to study my butt off. She thought managing to keep her mild exasperation from showing.

Still, if she was going to make the most of this fresh start, it might as well begin with her study habits.

The Hallways of U.A High School

All Might's POV

"Nezu-sensei?" he asked wondering how best to approach this inquiry.

"Yes Toshinori?" Nezu-sensei asked turning his head slightly.

"Am I correct in assuming that Alexandria, should she pass the written exam, will be placed with the other first years at U.A?" he asked knowing it might make him look a little foolish.

Not that that was anything new really. There were many things that he did that his fellow Pro Heroes considered foolish but to him it was all part of his job as the Symbol of Peace and Justice. His job wasn't just stopping crime and catching villains but also ensuring that the public saw him as the ideal of what a Pro Hero should be.

Still even he had to admit that some of the things he did were somewhat embarrassing regardless of how necessary they were.

"That will depend on the custom test I'll be making for her." Nezu-sensei replied as they continued to walk, "Obviously she would be a bit out of place with students two years younger than her but at the same time it wouldn't make sense to put her in one of the higher classes if she wasn't up to it. So my test will be designed to test not just what's usually on the written exam but also to see if she has what it takes to move up two grades."

That made sense.

Based on what he'd seen of Alexandria during the closing minutes of the fight with All For One she was definitely skilled enough in a fight that putting her in the same category as first years would be an insult. However at the same time America had different rules, a different culture, then Japan did and so expecting the young woman to know things the rest of them took for granted would be wrong. From a certain point of view making the brunette with the streak of white start from the ground up would provide a nice solid foundation on which to build a hero capable of reaching the top ten.

"A smart choice but there is one thing that both of you seem to be forgetting." Recovery Girl said sounding like a mother disappointed with kids who'd overlooked something important.

"And that would be?" Nezu-sensei asked sounding like he had an idea but wanted confirmation.

"Clothes and essentials. If she truly can't control her original quirk then she'll need clothes that will cover her up as much as possible without being suffocating while at the same time being durable enough that the risk of it activating will be minimal." Recovery Girl replied pointing out something that the rest of them should not have missed, "Then there's the fact that while she hasn't broken anything since All Might brought her here it's a fact that many Pro Heroes with superhuman strength need durable tools and possessions since otherwise most of their salaries would go into replacing things weekly."

"She won't have to worry about that at my place." Rabbit Hero Mirko said confidently with her usual confident smirk, "When I moved into the place one of the first things I did was make sure it could take more than a few halfhearted hits without leaving a dent."

Good to know since what Mirko-chan considered to be 'halfhearted hits' would put sizeable dents in pre-quirk era tank armour.

"I'm talking about bedsheets, eating utensils, plates and just plain doors." Recovery Girl said making her point clear, "In the fight with All For One she showed she knew how to use her super strength in a fight and in my office she's shown that she can refrain from breaking something if she's careful. But what about if she forgets to be careful? What if she gets distracted or is still half asleep? Until she's truly mastered her super strength precautions are necessary."

"I can speak with Power Loader about fashioning something suitable." Nezu-sensei said after a moment's thought, "He might not like it but I'm sure I can persuade him."

Indeed Power Loader might specialize in manufacturing costumes and gear for Pro Heroes but that did not mean he was incapable of producing anything else. It was more a case of him only being interested in tasks that challenged his abilities or provided him with something he could boast about to those like him. Building a cutlery set, fashioning dishes and reinforcing doors would be beneath him from his point of view.

Still Nezu-sensei had a way of making things go his way.

"He can also see about fashioning her some durable clothes to wear." Nezu-sensei said upon taking a moment to think, "I somehow doubt anything purchased at the local clothing stores will be enough."

True.

There was a reason why U.A volunteered to provide new students with their first costumes and why designers like Power Loader could make a business of the task. Quirks varied but many of them could seriously injure if not kill if employed in a ruthless enough manner. For Pro Heroes who chose to stand in the way of the Villains who used their quirks for evil no ordinary costume would do for it would fall to tatters within the first few exchanges. Instead they needed costumes made of durable fabrics that would not be easily damaged and would offer a measure of protection from the attacks of the Villains.

"You'll probably need to ask that snake charmer to take a look before the sadist starts making anything though." Mirko said with some derision towards the Pro Heroes she meant, "He's all function and no finesse."

Direct as always without any tact.

"I'll…see what I can do." Nezu-sensei said sounding unsure if he could succeed.

Not surprising considering the fact that the woman preferred to focus on her occupation as a model over being a Pro Hero. It was understandable seeing as how the woman's quirk wasn't really suited to the battlefield. Snake Hair bestowed on her the ability to acquire additional sensory input beyond conventional human senses allowing her to find criminals and capture them whether they're hiding or attempting to run away. It wasn't a flashy ability like One For All but it was quite useful should criminals prove skilled at escape and evasion. It would be difficult even for Nezu-sensei to convince the woman to set aside some time from her modeling career to aid Alexandria but he had faith in U.A's principal.

With all of the immediate concerns addressed he let his mind wander to the future yet to come.

All For One was still out there and while likely injured he wouldn't stay that way forever. No doubt the foul Villain was looking at this very moment for a quirk that could restore him to full strength. The one ray of hope he had though was the fact that Alexandria's existence might very well cause his foe to stay his hand for longer than he otherwise would. Up until now his arch nemesis had been the only person in the world capable of stealing the quirks of the others and using them himself. With Alexandria having proven beyond a reasonable doubt that she could it too it meant that whatever agents All For One sent out to do his bidding could potentially lose their quirks or at least have them turned against them. It made planning anything, DOING anything, difficult with Alexandria potentially in play.

Until such time as a countermeasure or a weakness could be found for the young woman she would be the greatest deterrent against All For One's ambitions.

Thinking back to the battle with his foe he feared he already knew of at least one weakness that could be utilized to terrible effect. When Alexandria stole one of All For One's quirks along with much of his strength she also took part of his arch nemesis' mind as well. If the evil man could somehow flood Alexandria with multiple minds then her ability to remain coherent would be impossible and depending on the strength of the young woman's mind she might never recover from.

The best way to counter this would be to ensure the girl would never have to face such a situation alone and to have friends present to pull her out of the quagmire of minds trying to suffocate her own.

In short U.A academy was the best option to prepare her for her inevitable next encounter with All For One.

Assuming of course that he didn't find, defeat and catch the foul Villain first.

It was a possibility that he would put his heart and soul into making a reality.

Such was his duty as the Symbol of Peace and Justice.

The Front Doors of U.A High School

Two Days Later

Alexandria's POV

The physique of She-Hulk and the tact of Cordelia. She thought as she walked through the arch that was the high school's front gate, What a combo!

Mirko was without a doubt the sort of person who spoke her mind and had supreme confidence in her ability to do her job. She'd asked the Pro Hero which agency she belonged to which Mirko replied with annoyance that she was between agencies at the moment and that she wasn't eager to hook up with another. When she'd inquired why the woman said that any hero that needed backup was a weakling.

So either Mirko had trust issues or truly believed that a real hero stood alone and won their battles solo.

It certainly was the stereotypical image of a hero from the comics. Comic book superheroes were super because they could hold their own against things no ordinary person could. The best ones could take on five times more enemies or enemies five times stronger than the others. So from that perspective it made sense that the rabbit themed hero aiming to be the best would avoid anything that didn't fit that image of an apex Hero.

Strategically though it was stupid.

Everything she had ever learned and seen told her that while someone could indeed train themselves to do incredible things it was impossible for one person to be able to do everything solo. Sooner or later you'd come up against something or someone that was beyond their ability to defeat and then they either called for backup or lost. Seeing as how most villains didn't have a problem with using lethal force or permanently injuring someone losing usually meant a fate a sane person would like to avoid.

So even if Mirko didn't want backup as long as there were other heroes about she'd get it assuming there was someone close enough at the time.

"So you fought with All Might?" Mirko asked with some interest as they veered towards the parking lot close by, "Guess you got to be one of those prodigy things."

"HA! I'm no prodigy sugah." She replied with amusement at the comment, "Just someone who can't turn her back on a good fight and is stupid enough to try punching outta her weight class."

"Sounds like you'll be my kinda Hero." Mirko said with a pleased smile on her face, "Car's over here."

Following the Pro Hero she soon found herself before a car that looked like it belonged in a car show for sports cars. It was nice but it also made him wonder how long the lady had been a Pro Hero or if she'd come from some sort of wealthy family. Something like this had to cost quite a bit of money and if the memory fragments were anything to go by your wages depended on the quality of your work as well as your popularity.

"Must've cost you a couple years of savings to afford this." She said as Mirko took out a key chain and pressed a button causing the car to beep.

"Hell no! I'm the eighth most popular Pro Hero in Japan." Mirko said opening the driver's side door, "I got this after a month of work."

"A month?! A month's pay is all it took for you to buy this kind of sports car?!" she exclaimed unable to think of a job from her own world that'd pay that much.

"Of course! The number eight Pro Hero has to look the part right?" Mirko replied acting like it was common sense.

I…guess." She said not certain she agreed with the sentiment.

"And what does that mean?" Mirko asked with a bit of annoyance in her tone.

"Well…I guess…I guess I always thought that people got into the super hero business because they want to help people and protect them." She replied keeping things honest rather than crafty, "Not for money. Not for fame. Just because they had the desire to do good and the means to do it on a higher level than most people can."

"Tch! Such a kid!" Mirko said getting into her car, "Real life isn't like the comic books kid. Those things are written up as comfort blankets for people too young to see the real world. Being a Pro Hero's a job like any other and the higher the demand for the service the more you get paid and the better you are at it the more you're worth. It doesn't mean I don't care about helping people but I'm not gonna give away good money that I earned just cause someone thinks it's what a Hero should do."

That made a sort of sense.

This wasn't the Marvel universe or the DC universe where heroes fought the good fight purely out of some personal motivation or sense of satisfaction gained from helping someone. In this world being a superhero was a job and that meant getting paid for your work proportionally to the difficulty level as well as the benefit to society as a whole. To expect someone to give away most of their pay check just because someone thought that they didn't need it to survive was a little unfair.

Getting into the passenger side of the car she took a brief glance at the interior seeing that it matched the expensive looking exterior before pondering what she'd do with her wages once she became a Pro Hero. Obviously if there were rankings then Mirko being number eight out of who knew how many meant that someone fresh from U.A High School wouldn't be paid the same right away. They'd have to work their way up the ranks until they cracked the top ten probably and that'd probably take years. Assuming that it only took someone four years to make it through U.A and seeing as how Mirko didn't quite look to be in her mid-twenties then it'd probably taken her three years to become number eight.

Impressive.

It also meant that her quirk had to be particularly impressive since flashy ones would probably impress people more than subtle ones.

Super strength? Super speed? Those were the only ones that she figured would be flashy enough to allow the white haired woman to shoot up the rankings in only three years while maintaining the rabbit theme. After all rabbits were naturally connected to the concept of speed and if a human's normal legs were three times stronger than their arms then if Mirko had the proportional leg strength of a rabbit than super strength was a definite possibility.

With Rogue's power and the others I have I could probably get quite high in the rankings over a couple of years. She thought imagining what her powers could allow her to do in this world, I doubt I'd make it into the top ten but definitely the top twenty-five.

^Don't sell yourself short Xander. Rogue was one of the top X-Men and could go toe-to-toe with a lot of the heavy hitter bad guys. If you work hard enough you could probably last a good twenty minutes with All Might.^

That was an exaggeration if she ever heard one.

The blow that All For One had hit her with had been prepared with All Might in mind and she'd barely been able to survive it even with the cross arm block maximizing her defence. With all the damage that'd been done to the area and how fast All For One had been the fight must've been going on for at least thirty minutes straight before she'd gotten involved. If the two powerhouses had been sending punches like the one she'd received at each other for that long she'd have been killed before fifteen minutes had gone by.

Rogue of the X-Men might be impressive but she wasn't in Gladiator or the Hulk's league.

^But you're not Rogue. You're you and that means there's no telling how far you could go if you just gave it your all.^

Typical.

Whether it was the real Willow or the echo she had in her head both of them never hesitated to try and convince her that she could be more than she thought she could. She had to admit that it'd been a bit of a surprise that she'd managed to stay in the advanced classes with the redhead but most of that she attributed to the girl's enforced study regime. Sure she had to be somewhat smart to use the facts that'd been hammered into her brain but they were all just words until someone put them in their proper context. Willow was a master at showing how each fact was connected to another before pulling back to reveal the tapestry as a whole.

It also didn't hurt that Willow occasionally tried to make the facts sound like a big budget Hollywood movie to keep her interested.

It'd either make her laugh or bolster her interest.

I guess I can TRY to push things to see how far I can go. She thought knowing that the echo wouldn't let up until it got a somewhat positive response, But only to help people. Fame would be too risky with my powers and as far as money goes I just need enough to fill my stomach, keep a roof over my head and maintain my gear. I don't need a fancy car since I can fly, fancy clothes would be pointless since there's no one I want to impress and when it comes to food I'm a simple girl at heart.

This proved to be enough to get the Willow Echo to go silent.

Too bad it was then that Mirko turned on her car's stereo system and cranked the volume up to let everyone know she liked rock and roll both with blues influences as well as the harder stuff.

One way or another it'd let her find out how durable she was against intense sound.

Power Loader's Workshop

Two and a Half Weeks Later

Snake Hero Uwabami's POV

"No, no, NO! This simply will not do!" she exclaimed after seeing the first iteration of the costume the future student of U.A High School would be wearing.

Honestly seeing this was almost too much even if it meant that it meant that All Might himself had promised to go with her to her next socialite function as her date for the evening. Secretly she knew that for all the number one hero's charisma and accomplishments he was a bit of a buffoon but his standing in the hero community more than made up for that. To be seen with THE Symbol of Peace and Justice in front of the most influential people in Japan would do wonders for her modelling career and a few carefully worded statements could help in other areas as well. After all if he showed up as her date people would begin asking how long they'd known each other for, was it serious and countless other questions as their imaginations ran rampant.

Naturally she wouldn't say or do anything to confirm their imaginings when in front of the camera or within earshot of the press since that would be unbecoming of a Pro Hero.

However if a few packages were delivered to her changing room or trailer with trace evidence to suggest that it MIGHT have come from All Might then she could hardly be held accountable for their mistaken assumptions.

When she'd first been asked by All Might to sit in on the crafting of customized clothing for a future U.A student she'd been a bit puzzled since such a task would hardly require someone of her skills. However when All Might had revealed that a prerequisite would be complete body coverage and the implication that the teenage girl had fought by his side recently and her curiosity had been provoked. Upon setting eyes on the girl for the first time she'd seen potential that had her grinning at how it could be brought to fruition. At almost six feet tall she was a little over the height average for most professional models but the three core measurements were spot on. A bust large enough to attract attention without suspicion of being the result of a surgeon's scalpel, a waist that was narrow enough to convey athletic fitness and hips just the right size for seduction without crossing the line into fatness. The skunk white stripe in the girl's short brown hair clashed a bit but it would add to her uniqueness in a crowd and that could be a good thing properly utilized.

Personality-wise the girl was without a doubt middle class with a bit of anxiety that would not do for a future Pro Hero. Even if she focused more on her modelling career than Pro Hero work she knew that confidence was essential since it helped inspire hope in the civilians they sought to rescue from harm. If a civilian saw a confident hero without any doubts it naturally made them believe that regardless of how scary or terrible the situation was that things would turn out okay in the end. After all if a Pro Hero, someone capable of great feats, wasn't worried then that could only mean that they already knew how to win. People reassured by the confidence exuded by heroes were also easier to direct out of danger zones and follow orders to make resolving the conflict easier on everyone.

Still the girl was young and hadn't gone through any of the classes at U.A so maybe some time there would bolster the confidence while refining the abilities.

After she'd completed her evaluation she'd slipped into the mode she usually used for fans that'd won the prize of spending the day with her. She was polite, semi-informal and sprinkled a few compliments that would put them at ease with being in the presence of a celebrity. The girl that she then found out was named Alexandria Claremont had been encouraged by this and so they'd set to work with the creation of a few outfits. It'd been a challenge to worth with such rough fabrics but had seen the logic behind using them. The girl's quirk was triggered by direct skin contact between two people and could not be consciously prevented no matter the willpower brought to bear so it made sense to control it another way. While there were countless outfits that would cover the required amount of skin she'd been informed that Miss Claremont wanted to be sure there wouldn't be any accidental rips or holes. That had narrowed down the list of possible materials Power Loader could employ with many of them having an appearance or texture that were not quite pleasing to the eye.

Still she was a model with years of experience and had soaked up quite a few tips from the fashion designers whose clothes she'd worn down the runway. With determination she'd gathered information on Alexandria's interests as well as her preferred manner of living before using the data to compose outfits that were both fashionable but also would mesh with what she'd been told. She'd used a theme of stark contrasts to highlight the teenage girl's best features while using gentler methods to obscure the fact that there was very little skin showing. Naturally she'd drawn on her memories of other models with similar measurements and hair for inspiration so before long enough clothes had been produced that so long as the laundry was done there'd always be something to wear.

Normally this would have resulted in her leaving since all she'd been asked to do was help make whatever Power Loader produced look good enough to help Alexandria blend in better. However the pleasant feeling of satisfaction she'd been feeling had been enough to inspire her to propose getting an early start on the girl's Hero costume. After all students going to U.A were required to submit their suggestions for their costumes along with their usual paperwork and usually received them a few weeks into their classes.

What better way to make a splash with the other students than to arrive at homeroom with one already done?

When Power Loader and Alexandria had started talking about 'tensile strength' and 'melting points' though she'd politely excused herself saying she needed to touch base with her agency. She was an adept at designing clothing and she was an expert at wearing clothing but when it came to the particulars of the makeup of clothing she was an amateur. So rather than let herself be seen as anything but a professional she'd decided to duck out and then come back when the first draft was ready to be shown.

THIS…THIS…ABBERRATION was not what she'd been expecting!

From head to toe Alexandria was clad in what could at best be described as sci-fi armour comprised of blocky plate segments vaguely mirroring human muscle groups. More than that her entire head was encased in a rather unflattering helmet with little to hint at the beauty that lay within but focused rather on some stale theme of functionality. It would've been fine if this had been the prototype for the uniform to be worn by the quirkless members of the police force's S.W.A.T team or even a government's black ops but it was UNACCEPTABLE as a hero's costume.

"What's wrong with it?" Alexandria asked confused with her voice slightly digitized since it was coming through small external speakers on the helmet.

"What's wrong with it!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT!?" she exclaimed incredulously at the girl's lack of fashion sense, "A hero's costume is supposed to do two things without exception: compliment their quirk and inspire hope in the eyes of the people we are meant to save. This monstrosity might excel with the first part but it fails miserably with the second. You're more likely to scare the people you're trying to save then get them to trust you with their lives."

"This is just a first draft." Alexandria said trying to downplay her fashion failure, "We can touch it up to look prettier once we've got the important stuff perfected."

"Oh? And what would that 'important stuff' be?" she asked making it clear that she thought appearance was more important.

"If I'm gonna be a hero I'm gonna be facing a lot of Villains with many different quirks." Alexandria replied matter of factly, "Top priority has to be making sure that my skin doesn't get exposed by their attacks. The bodysuit beneath the armour is durable against blades and firearms while also being treated to be resistant to corrosives and energy based attacks. The armour plating on top is for the attacks that no kind of fabric Power Loader can make can protect me against. Combine the two together and the odds of accidentally making skin-to-skin contact with someone is pretty small."

RELUCTANTLY that made sense.

With Alexandria completely unable to prevent her quirk from activating once skin-to-skin contact was achieved something had to be done to block that weakness from becoming a liability during Pro Hero work. With the sheer variety of quirks out there it was important to cover as many bases as possible concerning what could be used against the teenage girl.

That didn't mean she was completely pacified.

"And the helmet?" she asked pointing out the horrid thing that would prevent anyone from seeing what a beauty the young lady was.

"Bad guys like to go for head shots when they're fighting so protecting it is a no brainer. I might be darn close to invulnerable but I ain't all the way there." Alexandria said with a smile before reaching up to press something causing the front half of the helmet to pop up like the hatch on the back of some cars, "Plus Power Loader can put in some interesting odds and ends in this. Communications gear, a gas mask, some different vision tech and in the back a spot for a small compressed air tank to click into. I want to be as prepared as I can be sugah."

"I'm surprised you didn't get him to add a first aid kit or a paramedic's pouch worth of stuff." She said irritated at not being able to come up with a way to discredit the helmet's usefulness.

"I only know first aid so I sure as hell don't have the know how to be touchin' a paramedic's stuff." Alexandria said shaking her head in the negative.

Again a good call since none of the courses offered at U.A High School dealt with anything more advanced than basic First Aid. That required many years more of education that most aspiring Pro Heroes never bothered with since the media tended to focus on the more Hollywood worthy parts of the job. While early on Heroes acted only out of a desire to do good it had since evolved into a situation where they were often treated as celebrities every bit as famous as movie stars or hit musicians. While she wasn't displeased with the benefits of her modelling career in the least that didn't mean that she didn't put in the necessary hero work when she could be useful. Other Pro Heroes and those aspiring to be Heroes though only thought of helping those in need as a sidebar thing to their main desires of becoming rich and famous.

Young Miss Claremont was showing an excellent grasp of her limits and the wisdom to not attempt something that could very easily do more harm than good.

Still…

…there was no way that she could completely cave as far as this monstrosity was concerned.

"You've made some good points Alexandria but that doesn't change the fact that this 'first iteration' of your costume will inspire more fear than hope. You might even get mistaken for a Villain if you're not careful." She said full embracing the role of 'experienced Pro Hero', "This needs to look friendlier, more heroic and it wouldn't hurt if it had more smooth curves instead of all this blockiness. They need to know that there's a hero inside of that armour, a young lady, instead of mistaking you for some kind of robot."

"Well, you got any suggestions sugah?" Alexandria asked looking like she didn't feel like arguing the point without hearing all the proposed changes.

"Just who do you think you're talking to? Of course I do." She replied with her winning smile and modeling ace confidence firmly in place, "Just leave everything to me and you'll leave everyone speechless."

In a good way of course and with a bit of luck maybe she could convince the girl to give modelling a try.

After all it was almost mandatory for people to keep a respectful distance from a model otherwise the picture would be ruined or the fashion show would grind to a halt.

Outside the Gates of U.A High School

Four Days Later

Alexandria's POV

It's my first day of classes and I can already tell I'm gonna hate it. She thought looking up at the gold coloured letters of the school's name protruding from the archway above.

Why was she going to hate it?

Well for one thing unlike American high schools this one had uniforms for both genders that had to be worn. Back in Sunnydale she'd been able to choose whatever she wanted to wear so long as it didn't break any decency laws or wasn't offensive enough to everyone else to get sent to the principal's office. Here though she had to wear a grey blazer with blue-green stripes, a formal white shirt, red tie, blue-green pleated skirt, black knee socks, and brown shoes. Then to make sure that no one accidentally touched her skin some spandex tights covered her legs while a set of gloves would cover her hands. She'd considered going for a full head mask too since there had to be some allowances made for students whose quirks required a helmet or some sort of mask but had reluctantly decided not to.

This was a school, not a battlefield, and she wouldn't start out her new life in this world by being one of the outcasts by choice.

She'd just need to make sure her classmates knew about her power absorption ability ahead of time so they wouldn't risk touching her skin.

Striding forward she distracted herself by taking in the various outdoor features of the school on the off chance she needed to get some air or just wanted a private place to study that was out of the way. Unfortunately while she could see plenty of trees, bushes and benches scattered about there weren't any convenient little spots for her to sequester herself in. Every potential spot was open on three sides meaning it'd be easy for someone to see her if she sat or decided to take a nap.

She'd have to check to see if students were allowed onto the roof or if she could get special permission due to her ability to fly. In a way it'd be better if she cold be the only one with permission to go up there since it'd provide her with a place of privacy she could retreat to if the crowds got to be too much. She might've gotten a custom made school uniform from Power Loader that was as durable as it could be with the methods available to the man but it would take some time before she could believe she was safe around others.

Upon entering the school she could see other students roaming about starting at fourteen years of age and going all the way to eighteen years old. Their varying looks and the few that showed glimpses of their quirks triggered a sense of familiarity from the bits of Rogue bouncing around inside her mind making the place feel like it was related to the Xavier Institute. In a way quirks were this universe's version of the x-gene but instead of causing the world to both fear and hate those with it they were greatly welcomed. Sure there were those who used their special abilities for criminal gain but they were in the minority and thanks to the presence of the Pro Heroes it rarely got too far out of hand.

The fight between All Might and All For One was the exception rather than the rule for battles between Villains and Pro Heroes.

It was about five minutes later that she arrived at her classroom 3-A of the Hero course and with some caution she slid the door aside since it was Asian style rather than American style. The class was only half full at the moment but that was likely because of two things. First due to how well she'd scored in the written exam and her prowess during the fight with All For One it'd been decided to move her into a third year course on a probationary basis. They'd let her give it a try for one school semester but if it looked like she couldn't handle it then they'd demote her one or two grades depending on how poorly she did.

Moving over to where the piece of paper said her seat was she was unsurprised to see it was a seat in the back since she was essentially a late addition to the class. Hooking her book bag on the back of the chair before opening it up she took out an unused notepad and pencil in preparation for class. It took no time at all for her to finish her preparations so after that she looked around to see what her classmates were like. Much like in the hallways there were those that looked perfectly human in appearance, those that had mild abnormalities and those who were humanoid in appearance but not necessarily human.

"Hey! Are you that new transfer student I heard about?" a girl's voice asked to her right.

Turning her head she saw a girl in the same uniform as her with a slim build, light blue skin, messy blue-green hair and yellow eyes. Aside from the atypical hair and eye colours she didn't look any different than an ordinary person. However she could see signs that the girl's default mood most of the time was serious and that had the inner jokester in her wanting to think up ways to change that. Sure being a hero was important work and you needed to take it seriously sometimes but they were all just students. Taking things too serious too soon for too long would only make things harder not easier. They were in the time of their life where they were learning what they needed to stand on their own but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun from time to time.

"That's me. Name's Alexandria." She replied with a polite smile and open face.

"Kaoruko, nice to meetcha!" the girl said holding out a hand for a shake.

Utilizing some focus and caution she reached out for the hand and gave it two shakes before releasing so as to make sure that she didn't accidently hurt Kaoruko. Sadly judging by the wince and the way the girl shook her hand to get some feeling back she hadn't quite managed it. It'd happened off and on back in Sunnydale but she'd done her best to get better at it so she could at least interact with the more delicate things in life without crushing them into powder.

"You've got quite the grip." Kaoruko said once she was satisfied her hand was okay, "Is super strength your quirk?"

"It's one I got but it's not mine." She replied figuring that lying was pointless.

Sooner or later she was going to have a class where she'd be required to use all her powers save for Power Absorption so lying now by saying that super strength was her quirk was pointless.

"What do you mean 'one you got'?" Kaoruko asked sounding confused, "People only have one quirk. Even if it looks like they have two it's just a mixture of what their parents' quirks."

"That's right for the most part sugah." She replied hoping this wouldn't turn her into the class pariah, "The quirk I got born with is called 'Power Absorption' meaning I can pull in the energy of any living thing I touch and if that thing's got powers I get them too. Not forever of course, more like sixty seconds of use for every second of skin-to-skin contact, and then I go back to normal."

"And what happens to the people you touch?" Kaoruko asked sounding a little afraid even as other students began to look their way.

"Most cases they just get knocked out. Nothing serious just some unscheduled nap time." She replied knowing this would be the reaction but hoping it'd be less potent, "Bad stuff only happens if the contact time goes past a certain point. If that happens…if that happens I keep their power permanently. It's not stealing their power. More like my body copies it by rewriting bits of my DNA."

She didn't mention anything about how if she held onto someone long enough they could slip into a coma, become detached from their memories even if they recovered physically or even die. It happened when Rogue grabbed hold of Miss Marvel and even if Carol managed to fight her way back to the land of respected superheroes she was never quite the same. Depending on your interpretation of the comic book issues it could be said that the Carol that'd been born, grew up and first took on the codename of Miss Marvel had been killed by Magneto in the Savage Land. It could be said that the woman who later came to be called Binary was in fact a new person that developed from the detached memories that Xavier managed to pull out of the abyss of her mind.

She also wasn't the sort of person to let anyone know that depending on the amount of energy taken and the mind of the person she took it from she'd take on a copy of their psyche that if she was weak would drive her mad. No one wanted to go to school with a psycho. No one wanted to be friends with someone who had multiple voices in their head.

Those were secrets that she would only tell those she trusted and had strong enough bonds of friendship with that they wouldn't care one bit.

"So does that mean you've held onto other people long enough to copy their quirks?" Kaoruko asked with her unease only a little dimmed.

"Yeah. Didn't have much say in the matter at the time though." She replied deciding to stick with honesty despite the damage it was doing, "Ran into some trouble and didn't have access to clothes tough enough to hold up against explosions and claws."

"And now? Your clothes I mean." Kaoruko said looking at the uniform in question.

"Don't worry. When I passed the entrance exam they had Power Loader make clothes that could take a beatin'." She said hoping to put her classmate at ease, "As long as I don't get hit by the likes of All Might or Endeavor nobody'll have anything to worry about."

The unease of her classmate went down a bit more but the stares she was getting from the rest of the class remained those of teenagers who were afraid of her. Still at least this way she couldn't be accused at a later date of not giving them facts that they needed to know. Nevertheless it looked like her desire to avoid becoming the school pariah was doomed to failure from the beginning but she'd manage just the same. Being an outcast in high school was nothing new to her and with Mirko's personality she could probably become friends with the Pro Hero even with Rogue's base power being known. Maybe with time she'd be able to prove to the students that she wasn't someone to be feared either by her words or her actions.

"Well that's good to know." Kaoruko said before looking at the clock hanging over the blackboard, "Well homeroom's gonna start soon so I better get to my seat. See ya!"

A part of her could see it as the excuse to get away but she preferred to think that Kaoruko was simply a good student eager to learn what she needed to in order to become a good hero.

It was the less painful of the two options.

When the electronic bell began to ring the rest of the students were snapped out of their fearful expressions and followed Kaoruko's lead in getting to their assigned seats. A few seconds later the door opened up to reveal a Pro Hero that she presumed was the homeroom teacher for this class. Dressed like a cowboy with a gas mask she couldn't quite place who it was but it had to be someone with the right teaching qualifications and a respected member of the Pro Hero community.

"Good morning class. For those of you who don't know I am Pro Hero Snipe and I will be your homeroom teacher for this year." Snipe-sensei said taking his place behind the teacher's podium, "You've all gotten this far in the hero course, the third year of a four year course, through hard work and resolve. You still have a ways to go though. Don't let up. Keep pushing yourself to go beyond!"

"PLUS ULTRA!" the students exclaimed finishing the high school's motto.

'Go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!'

It made sense even if it sounded like someone straight out of a comic book. Heroes were expected to be larger than life and were often tasked with facing threats that the ordinary rank and file protectors of the people couldn't realistically be expected to handle without serious damage. Therefore to encourage students to train hard and find ways to go a step or two further than any other person would or could was only natural. As long as none of the students got seriously hurt or killed of course because that was all kinds of wrong for a high school no matter what courses it offered.

Here's hoping this place is better than Sunnydale High School. She thought as the teacher began to take attendance, As long as it's not sitting on a barely sealed portal to hell it's got to be. Right?

^You do realize you've just jinxed us right?^

Shit.

U.A High School

Faculty Meeting Room

Two Weeks Later

Eraser Head aka Aizawa Shōta's POV

"Well that should settle the budget issues for this semester." Nezu-sensei said before they all closed the folder containing the necessary information, "Is there anything else anyone feels needs to be discussed?"

"There is the matter of our newest student, Alexandria Claremont, that I believe we should review." Recovery Girl replied bringing the attention of everyone in the room to her.

"You're concerned about something?" he asked only doing so in order to bring the meeting to an end sooner.

The group of first years he'd gotten stuck with was proving to be more annoying than he'd thought even after he'd used the usual means of weeding out those with zero potential as Heroes. The group that remained for the most part didn't have anything truly remarkable about them but neither was the probability of them becoming qualified Pro Heroes completely zero. He wanted to get back to his work for that class because he hadn't yet come up with enough ways to push them to get past their current limits. It was mandatory for all Pro Heroes to be able to go past what they and everyone else thought they could do so that they could truly reach their maximum potential.

They needed to be that good for obvious reasons.

While All Might had reported that All For One had been seriously injured due to the combined attacks both he as well as Miss Claremont had landed the fact of the matter was the Villain was still alive. As such it was only a matter of time before the world experienced the man's return and since Villains often had a well of pride within them All For One will likely make his return flashy. At the last meeting though they'd discussed how much time they likely had at length going through the registry of quirks they had access to determine which ones could facilitate the man's recovery. They also investigated to see who might've been responsible for his sudden disappearance from the battlefield since the man had not been in any condition to leave under his own power. Pooling all of that together they'd come to the conclusion that the soonest that All For One could return would be seven years and if they took steps to protect those people with desirable quirks it could be extended to ten years.

Time enough for them to put two full classes of students through U.A while at the same time refining the abilities of existing Pro Heroes to put them on the level needed to oppose the Villain.

Still he was somewhat interested in this new student that the principal had admitted to the school after her involvement in All Might's fight with All For One.

"Yes. Against what I'd predicted Miss Claremont revealed the details of her primary quirk 'Power Absorption' to her class. This has resulted in her being ostracized by her classmates who are afraid of getting too close to her for fear of their quirks being absorbed by her." Recovery Girl revealed unintentionally letting them know that she was keeping an eye on the newbie herself, "While this has allowed her to focus on her studies we cannot ignore the psychological effect such isolation will have on her. Not just the isolation but also the perceptions of everyone around her."

True.

When most people thought of quirks and even the job of Pro Hero they usually focused on the more positive aspects while downsizing if not outright ignoring the negative side of things. As such they didn't realize that not all quirks were ones that inspired positive responses or even neutral ones when they manifested. Some quirks inspired fear or revulsion even if the person who possessed them were perfectly polite and kind. As a result others kept their distance or in the case of children were told to by their parents with the behaviour eventually becoming ingrained habit. For those on the receiving end of such treatment it often led to bitter and resentful feelings towards the world around them and without the bonds of friendship that came with growing up those feelings could lead to villainy. Given the girl's primary quirk as well as the others shown during the fight with All For One the young lady could grow to become just as menacing a Villain as All Might's nemesis.

"This is indeed troubling." Nezu-sensei said his concern showing through his voice, "I invited her to enroll in U.A because I wanted to assure those outside our walls that everything possible would be done to mold her into a true Hero. If the behaviour of the students is potentially having the opposite effect then it could result in the total failure of this school's very purpose."

"But what can we do?" Midnight asked mirroring the look of concern on the faces of the other faculty members, "We can't force her classmates to suddenly like her any more than we can eliminate her absorption quirk."

"We need to create a situation where the students can be shown a single defining trait that they can admire in Alexandria." Snipe replied one hand resting on the other on the table, "It can't be connected to her quirks but rather who she is as a person. Something that convinces them that even if she could absorb a copy of their quirks she never would without their permission and perhaps not even then."

"What do you have in mind?" he asked even as his own mind began to put together possible solutions.

"I propose that we utilize an exercise similar to the one used in the practical portion of our entrance exam but with a twist." Snipe replied looking at everyone in turn to measure their reactions, "In the practical exam the students are pitted against robot villains to acquire points. What if we replace the robot villains with members of the faculty or Pro Heroes willing to volunteer for the exercise?"

"Wouldn't that be a bit much?" Ectoplasm asked from his seat, "The robot villains are meant to be challenging enough to prove who deserved to be taught at U.A. Pitting Miss Claremont and her classmates against Pro Heroes would be grossly unfair."

"Then we can have limiters placed on the Pro Heroes involved to make it more even. Perhaps wear weights heavy enough so that we'd have a harder time moving around." Snipe replied building upon his original idea, "Perhaps make it so that the students don't have to defeat the Pro Hero to win but merely reach a designated point in the fake city being used. If that's not enough then allow them to form teams or perhaps make teams mandatory in order to ensure at least one student can see that Miss Claremont isn't a threat but an ally."

"An interesting proposal Snipe-san." Nezu-sensei said sounding mildly in favour of the plan, "If we go through with it who here will volunteer to be their opponents?"

One by one each of the faculty members volunteered until only he was left.

Honestly he understood the concern but did not believe that they should be showing any sort of favouritism to any student regardless of their circumstances. If the other students in Snipe's class were afraid of Miss Claremont because of her powers then aside from some advice they should leave it to the young lady to overcome on her own. If the members of Snipe's class even suspected that the entire exercise was fabricated to help out a single one of them then it would only worsen their opinion of Miss Claremont.

"Count me out." He said refusing to bow to the pressure of the looks being sent his way, "This entire exercise is a time bomb waiting to blow up in your faces and I don't plan on being there when it does."

"Very well Eraser Head." Nezu-sensei said without any recrimination or guilt trips, "I will ask around to some of our past graduates to see if they wish to volunteer. Should we succeed in getting the necessary number of volunteers while also narrowing down the specifics then I am prepared to permit Snipe's exercise proposal to become a reality."

Typical.

While confidence in your abilities is indeed important as a Pro Hero in order to do their job they had to be careful not to let it develop into overconfidence. They should never lose the ability to examine all possibilities in order to find the flaws even it means things can't go the way they want it to. In the case of his fellow faculty members it'd been too long since any of their ideas had truly failed to a degree where they'd be compelled to reexamine how they did things. In his mind, as teachers, their responsibilities to the students should make them especially diligent in reviewing everything they did to spot the ways it could go wrong so that they could make changes.

This lot was barely even noticing potential problems never mind closing off all possibilities for failure.

He just hoped that the students didn't wind up paying the price.

It's a pain being the only rational one here. He thought with sigh of apathetic acceptance.