"Its a dog." Thirteen spoke, bafflement clear in her tone.

"I vote yes!"

Eraserhead, better known as Shota Aizawa frowned. Or frowned harder. This wasn't the first time his fellow hero, Present Mic, had yelled in his ear. And he unfortunately knew that it wouldn't be the last. He wished Hizashi would find a different place to sit, but he knew that the blonde liked to gossip during the entrance exam. Still, despite how useless he knew it would be, he muttered out practiced scolding words, "Don't yell. How did a dog make it past the campus defenses?"

His eyes narrowed on one of the three large screens of the exam surveillance room. The entrance exam was always a fascinating if messy affair. Gathering hundreds of teenagers into small, relatively cramped spaces and telling them to go nuts with their unrefined superpowers tended to do that. However in all the time Aizawa had spent as a teacher at U.A. he had yet to witness something like this.

On screen a robotic villain, a three pointer, fired a volley of missiles at an examinee. One who was ill prepared for such an assault. It looked as if they would be blasted out of the running for the test when a disk of golden light ripped open just a few feet away and from it a tiny figure appeared.

Even the robot seemed surprised at the appearance of the creature. Barely bigger than Aizawa's cats, frolicking from a fissure of golden light. The little brown furred thing gave a mighty yap mid leap, from which a golden shock wave rippled. The ripples coalesced into a golden portal near identical to the one the mutt had immerged from just besides the examinee, who looked very confused as they were unceremoniously tackled through the portal. A moment later he and the mutt appeared on a rooftop shown on a different monitor by a camera setup a block away.

"Like that apparently,"Ectoplasm mused.

"What the hell, its got a Quirk?" Vlad King asked.

"I guess our security system isn't as good as we thought?" Present Mic shrugged

"Excuse you! My security system is state of the art!" Power Loader shouted, though Aizawa noted that he was grinding his teeth as he watched the exam intruder run around.

"Huh... Welp, we gotta judge every applicant fairly though, right?" Snipe chimed in.

"Its a dog." "Its a stray mutt that broke into the facility, not an applicant." Aizawa corrected at the same time Thirteen repeated herself.

"Ahh, isn't it just adorable, though? Its so cute I almost missed the two Zero Point killers in Sites A and B. Oh, isn't this just thrilling? This year's first year class is going to be so fun to play with. I wonder if it can play fetch." Midnight, or rather, Nemuri spoke up, a happy grin on her face and head resting on her wrists.

"It'll be fun for you all, maybe. All I see are a bunch of kids with issues. The kid with the explosive hands, the second Zero Point Killer from Site A? Yeesh. I am not looking forward to trying to psychoanalyze that." The school guidance councilor, Hound Dog, groused. Aizawa could empathize, especially since he knew Nedzu would likely push for said walking bomb to be in his class. Hound Dog then gestured to the screens, "And are we really considering this? How the hell am I supposed to council a dog?

"With treats for good behavior?" Hizashi grinned. Aizawa hid his face in his capture tool.

"We know you have them, Hound-chan." Nemuri added coyly. Aizawa hid his face further.

"If you all start with the dog puns again, so help me-!" Hound Dog started, but was cut off.

"You aren't going to council it, its not an applicant. " Aizawa griped this time louder. On one of the main screen, the canine intruder redirected a volley of missiles from one of the faux robots with two golden portals. Aizawa's eye twitched as the redirected missiles destroyed a swarm of robots down the block.

"Now, now, my friends," The chipper, yet off-putting voice of U.A.'s principal sounded once more. Nedzu, the tiny bear- badger? mouse? mouse. - smiled, as he always did and took a sip of tea before continuing, "We can all agree that all of this years examinees have proven themselves quite the intriguing bunch. And Snipe-kun is correct. We must evaluate all potential students thoroughly. No matter how... unconventional they may seem."

The room was silent. Aizawa had to take a moment to review his boss' words in his mind. Once he did he gave a low sigh. Next to him Present Mic began to cackle. Midnight followed soon after the man, though she at least had the decency to hide her snickering behind her arms.

"Wait really? We're taking the whelp seriously?" Snipe asked, though he sounded more amused at than against the idea.

"Heroism can come from anywhere, no?" Nedzu answered in an innocent tone that no one in the room bought for a second.

"A nice sentiment, though a bit suspicious coming from one of the only other animals in the world with a Quirk. And the first to become a hero. Do you feel a sense of kinship for our furry intruder, Nedzu?" It was Recovery Girl who spoke now, from the back of the viewing room. Were it anyone else, they'd be on the receiving end of an unsettling smile from U.A.'s principal. However the older woman had teasing privileges. Apparently.

"Perhaps. However," Nedzu spoke and gestured to the screens once more. They showed the mutt land on a roof-top where an orange haired girl with giant hands was surrounded by villain bots. With a quick bark a portal shoots forward and the canine wracks up 40 points instantaneously as the robots are swept away. The terror just as quickly left a baffled and disappointed looking orange haired girl behind, leaping off the roof's edge and disappearing in a flash of gold.

Aizawa's eye twitched again as he realized something upsetting. The little intruder wasn't operating entirely off instinct.

The canine strategized - Aizawa noted that the mutt preferred to attack from above as it dove down from a portal to attack a robot. It also could recognize when someone was having trouble without prompting. The footage reflected his analysis as the mutt stopped to push a girl with green hair, Asui Tsuyu, if Aizawa remembered the girl's file correctly, through one of its portals before she could be overwhelmed by robots.

Afterwards - a block away - Asui and all of the staff watching looked on bemused as the puppy yapped at her legs, running around and between them, tail wagging. Aizawa grew tired just watching.

Though it was clearly of above average intelligence for a dog, the question of intellect was still up in the air.

"Given its performance, perhaps we aught to seriously consider offering our tutelage. After all, we shouldn't judge books by their covers." Nedzu spoke.

"Its a dog." "It didn't take the written exam." Aizawa and Thirteen spoke at the same time. Aizawa felt a bit of vindication. At least he wasn't alone in his suffering for once.

"Sir, you can't be serious?" Ectoplasm questioned. Another drove of robots disappeared in a flash of gold.

"Increased intellect is a side effect of Quirk manifestation, at least in animals. Perhaps we could teach them." Cementoss muttered to himself. A robot was thrown into another robot.

"Oh! Its so fluffy and cute I want to cuddle it to death!" Nemuri squealed.

"If ya like dogs so much why not get ya own?" Snipe wondered.

"Shota won't let us have one. Only cats allowed. I say its a double standard, but every time we bring it up he pulls out the white board and I just can't be bothered to listen to his three hour presentation against canines." Hizashi groused.

"It's not logical given our jobs." Aizawa snapped back, the familiar argument managing to get a rise out of him. He shot Nemuri a glare as she began to mutter about him 'just admitting that he wasn't a dog person'. He had no issue with dogs! They were just too high maintenance.

"I might have to share my treats..." Hound Dog mumbled dejectedly not really paying the screens or his coworkers any mind.

Apparently, however, Power Loader heard him and was quick to hiss, "Not if I squish it first!"

Power Loader mashed his fist down on a red button on his console. He let out a manic cackle as a portion of Site D exploded. Aizawa made a mental note to check to see if the man took his meds today.

A not so small part of Aizawa was disappointed, but not surprised as he watched children run away from a hulking machine. Taller than the buildings of the faux city and twice as imposing, the artificial force of nature that was the Zero Pointer began its rampage.

As against the illogical nature of the entrance exam as Aizawa was, the one thing he could appreciate about it was the use of the Zero Pointer. A nigh unbeatable obstacle proved to be an excellent test of not only the examinees' strategy, grace under pressure and resolve, but their character as well. In the face of such a threat, the only logical choice was to run. It was in these moments that the true weeding process for U.A. began. Aizawa had already denied several applicants who otherwise would have passed the exam for their actions during the Zero Pointers rampage. From leaving fellow examinees behind to freezing when other students needed help.

An outsider might think it unfair. But Aizawa was a Pro Hero and a teacher. He'd seen the results of these faults unchecked in the real world. And he knew from experience that certain things couldn't be taught in school. These teenagers needed to realize what it was to be in over their heads early so they couldn't become liabilities in the future. If they couldn't step up or wouldn't when it mattered, then they'd be better off realizing that before they failed someone.

As the Zero Pointer raged, some stepped up and others fell prey to human nature.

And then their was the dog.

Not moments after the beastly machine arose, the little beast appeared from a portal right in front of it and didn't stop as it landed on the street. It was almost comical watching from one of the wide angles as a tiny brown ball of fluff charged at a metal monster ten thousand times its size. The puppy made a leap and vanished into a portal, immediately reappearing from one above the Zero Pointer. And it wasn't alone. A three pointer, still loaded to the brim with the 'exam safe' missiles Power Loader had designed, crashed into the top of the Zero Pointer. The footage adjusted so that viewers could see high above the robot and the city itself. Just in time for the whelp to flip mid air give a resounding howl and dozens of portals to flood the sky.

And as the sky burned with golden light, every single robot that had been teleported away rained down directly atop the Zero Pointer. The footage caught sight of the dog disappearing through another portal as it fell towards the carnage. The footage then ended with the final shot being that of the little monster appearing in a flash back on the street below, skidding to a halt on its little paws. Behind it the Zero Pointer went down in flames.

The viewing room was silent.

Aizawa's eye twitched once more, despite both being wide open. Without looking he reached over and pushed Hizashi's jaw up with a click. Hizashi did the same for Midnight.

"Ya gotta be shittin' me..." Snipe said awe and humor on his tongue.

"I'm gonna have to share my treats." Hound Dog spoke this time looking defeated.

"This is going to be the best year ever!" Midnight cheered.

"Aizawa-kun," Aizawa didn't respond to Nedzu. He need not, the mouse - possum? badger? badger. - knew he was listening, "If you could endeavor to find our little friend after the exam is over?" Aizawa didn't bother arguing. He just nodded.

"What the actual fu-." Power Loader cursed, but didn't finish as the doors from the viewing room slammed open behind everyone.

"I AM HERE, RETURNING FROM THE LITTLE BOYS R- er, um?" All Might, waltzed back in to the viewing room from his break. He was in his big form as he entered in. However, he froze as all of the room's occupants turned to him at once, expression ranging from unsettling to unsettled to excited and more. Hound Dog seemed to be whimpering a bit, "Uh did I miss somethin- wait is that a dog?"

He pointed back at the screen as the dog scratched at it ear, panting happily from where it sat. In front of a pile of flaming wreckage. He had to wait a moment before he got an answer.

"No... its a monster." Thirteen spoke with a thousand yard stare.

"For her selfless acts of heroism, the prefecture of Tokyo presents this the key to the city to Mt. Lady, the number one Hero! Please accept this meager show of gratitude!" All Might smiled at her as he handed her a giant gilded key.

"Arf!"

Mt. Lady's smile slipped for a moment, but she quickly pulled it back on before speaking, "Oh, fair people of Tokyo- no Japan - no the world! I could never accept this gift. I may be beautiful and selfless and courageous, but I'm just a person doing the right thing. Its not about the reward."

"Arf!"

"Er, so you don't want the key?" All Might faltered.

"...well maybe I could hang on to it, you know just for-."

"Arf!"

The sound of curtains being pulled open and the feeling of harsh sunlight on her face woke her. She let out a low groan further snuggling into her warm couch in an attempt to fall back to sleep.

"Arf, arf!"

Yu Takeyama, known to some as Mt. Lady, gave a low and suffered growl as her eyes slowly creaked open. The first thing that registered was the angry glare of the sun coming in from her living room window. The window that she had definitely covered earlier. The second thing that registered was,

"Arf, arf, arf!"

"Oof," Yu let out a wheeze as a fuzzy ball of energy impacted her back. Maybe she could ignore it. She could go back to sleep, back to the dream where All Might was giving her the key to the city. A fuzzy face and wet nose poked and prodded at the back of her neck. She groaned in defeat at the feeling of excited little paws on tapping at her back.

She rose, earning a soft yelp from the little terror that had ruined her nice dream. Served the little devil right. Flipping herself over onto her elbows she rubbed the sleep and good dreams out of her eyes. After doing so she glared down at her fuzzy alarm clock.

"What, Banzai?"

The tiny, energetic, slightly insufferable toy poodle Yu had come to know as Banzai peered up at her from its place on her couch. The brown furred little fuzz ball looked far too happy with herself for Yu's grumpy mood. She was not a morning person. She made sure to tell the little beast as much,

"You know I hate mornings," She whined pulling her legs up to her chest and into her lavender blanket to hide her feet from the cold air. Banzai stopped panting and tilted her little head before hopping off of the couch and wandering off for a moment. A traitorous part of Yu's heart squealed at how cute the puppy was as she tottered away. The thing always moved like it was a little soldier marching onward.

Banzai returned soon after with her phone in its jaws, a sight that would have grossed Yu out if not for the handkerchief between the phone and the dogs mouth. She must have figured out that Yu didn't appreciate dog slobber on her things. Yu filed that away with in the ever growing list of oddly intelligent things her canine companion did.

Currently that list included using the toilet like a person, watching television when it thought Yu wasn't looking and telling her its name using charades. She was also fairly sure the creature knew how to cook and how to use her laptop. She sure certainly hadn't searched up 'vintage movie stores' or 'train schedule in my area'.

Banzai scrambled back onto the couch and dropped her phone before tossing the handkerchief onto the floor. Then the puppy tapped the upward facing screen with her paw.

Yu blinked and leaned down before tilting her head at the now glowing screen, "Oh. It's still Sunday. I was sure I would sleep until tomorrow," Banzai let out a small snort. Yu glared at her, "Hey, you don't get to judge my sleep schedule, ya little monster. Not all of us get to sleep in whenever they want." She groused.

Yu had always thought it was weird when people would talk to their pets. It wasn't like they could talk back and even if they could, how interesting could a conversation with an animal be? She always figured that people were really just looking for an excuse to make talking to themselves to seem less sad.

Banzai very clearly rolled her little eyes, dramatically, as if her eyes were dragging her whole head with them. The pup followed the momentum through using it to roll over onto its back. The whole motion gave Yu the distinct impression that Banzai was calling her dramatic.

Maybe Yu had underestimated how expressive animals could be. Or maybe Banzai was just special.

She smiled at the puppy and leaned over to give her a few scratches under her chin, "Yeah, yeah. I guess I shouldn't be so lazy, huh? Well we can't all be like you missy, going on adventures every other day. Some of us have jobs and are constantly fighting burnout," Her smile grew as Banzai rolled over again and hopped up into blue and green hoodie covered her arms. The puppy was a cuddle monster, "Where do you even go all the time?"

Yu's answer was a garbled mess of doggy babble.

She always got an 'answer' when she asked where the pup wandered off to, as useless to her as the puppy speech was. She supposed the fact that her dog wandered off for hours - sometimes days - at a time should've worried her. But Banzai was more like a cute fuzzy roommate that didn't pay rent. Or maybe the better term would be squatter. Given how the dog had first shown up, she felt squatter was apt.

It was about a year ago, just a month before she'd opened her Hero Agency and made her heroic debut. She'd gotten home from a long day of underground work - her last day in fact - and wanted nothing more than to eat some ramen, take a nice long bath and then sleep in until it was socially unacceptable to keep doing so. Alas, the universe had other plans.

The clean and quiet apartment that she'd left that morning was not what she returned to. Instead she'd had come home to a trashed apartment and a dog running around with her one of her spare hero masks wrapped around its neck like a cape.

Of course, her being the caring and kind hearted Hero she was, she spent the first half of her night cussing out a puppy, that didn't even have the decency to look berated before she kicked it out and the second half reluctantly cleaning her trashed apartment. A good chunk of that second half of the night was spent wondering how the dog had managed to track its prints on her ceiling.

She'd thought that would be the end of it. Like a fool.

Sixty seven. That was how many more times the little monster had Mission Impossibled into her apartment. Whether she was coming home, waking up or just lounging around the dog would just suddenly be there. Sixty seven was also the number of times she kicked the puppy to the curb. Yes she counted. At first she thought it was a prank or maybe some kind of villain messing with her. At one point she had pondered if the the dog was an angry spirit of some kind. But aside from that first day the little terror appeared, it hadn't caused much trouble.

She would just come home every other day to find it sleeping on her couch or running around her living room. Though she was fairly sure it was some how stealing food from her fridge, but she never proved it.

Eventually - after sixty seven separate incidents, twelve different locks on her front and balcony doors and a complaint from her neighbors about a dog howling in the halls - she woke up one morning to find the puppy sleeping in a yellow dog bed she'd bought.

No a picture of that moment wasn't her lock screen.

All things considered, Yu was happy with her choice to let the dog stay. Weirdly enough the dog was a a pretty good 'roommate'. Sure the newly dubbed Banzai had more energy in her tail than Yu had in her whole body after a full night of sleep. And sure the little gremlin straight up refused to eat anything even resembling dog food, forcing Yu to make extra food and buy extra groceries. And who cared if the little monster forced her to clean her apartment under threat of pitiful howling until Yu's ears rang?

Wait, why was she happy that this little parasite was still around?

Yu stiffened up before relaxing as she felt something wet brush her neck. Looking down she had to use every bit of combat training she had to fight off the smile trying to grow on her face. Banzai was now softly snoring on top of her, its little face tucked up against her collarbone.

Right, she'd nearly forgotten. Banzai paid rent via free dopamine. And she was already house trained. So that was a plus.

She gently played with the pup's floppy ears. Wherever the little creature had gone today had clearly tired it out. A shade of concern flashed over her for a moment before she shrugged it away. She knew she'd be wasting her time worrying. Banzai always made her way back home to Yu's apartment eventually, safe and sound. The longest she'd ever been gone was a full week, which had worried Yu. She had actually taken time off work to look for the little thing. Only to feel silly when, after two long days of searching the neighborhood for her little terror, she came home to find the pup scarfing down a cup of ramen. She was so relieved that she didn't bother questioning how the dog had gotten the ramen until she was patrolling that next day.

Glancing from her 'kind of' pet to her phone Yu checked the time. It was pretty late. Maybe she could call up the Debut Crew have some fun at that bar Kamui Woods had shown them. Backdraft had loved it and they had been trying to get back there for months. Not an easy task given she only had two full days off a month and her friends didn't normally have the same days off. Hell, she wouldn't have had the time to find the place had Death Arms not rebelled against their usual sushi place on patrol... hm. She glanced back down at Banzai.

The little terror loved sushi.

She let out a huff and smiled ruefully. Carefully, she removed herself from under Banzai and headed off to her room to throw on some civvies. Normal ones, no need to get dressed up for a sushi run.

The little monster would need energy for all her little adventures after all.

Hitoshi Shinso was not happy.

People veered around the purple haired boy as they boarded the train. He could hear whispers about the scary boy with the bags beneath his eyes.

For once he didn't care.

Today would be his first day at the greatest Hero school in Japan. Some would congratulate him on getting admitted to such a prestigious academy. They might even say he should be proud. But he couldn't feel anything, but contempt. Scowling down at his student ID Shinso read the words just beneath his name and picture for what felt like the thousandth time.

Hitoshi Shinso

General Education

He clicked his tongue.

One depressing train ride later and it wasn't long before he found himself dragging his suitcase down the bumpy bricks of a familiar campus path. He walked alone, unlike many of the other students who had parents or guardians to help them with their luggage. Shinso hauled his duffle, backpack and massive suitcase by himself. It wasn't like he had a lot of stuff anyway.

The path they all walked was very the path he had trekked up not a month ago to attend the entrance exam. He'd left that day with wounded pride, but he'd clung to hope. That hope had been dashed when he received a letter in the mail a week later,

"...we regret to inform you that while you did score enough points to pass the practical exam, ultimately you were not chosen from the pool of candidates for this years Heroics Program. We would like to extend our apologies and a formal invitation to U.A.'s General Education or Management Courses..."

Today he returned with scorn in his heart.

U.A.'s main building towered ahead, a shining beacon that drew people from all walks of life.

A stoic, giant of a boy with six arms and a masked face. A reserved, somber girl sporting a head full of vines instead of hair. A cheerful girl whose skin was entirely pink.

His scowl deepened. He entered the main lobby, joining his 'peers' in a semi-long line at the front desks where people were recieveing their housing information and class schedules from a number of desk workers.

A moody looking boy with a bird head instead of a human one. A normal looking girl with orange hair. A disgruntled boy with purple balls for hair. Shinso's grip on his bag tightened. His teeth ground together.

Who? Who was it that had beaten him? Which one of these privileged bastards had U.A. decided was better than him? Who had stolen his spot? A shrill voice came from the frm his lines desk as the receptionist shouted 'Next!' and the line moved forward. He did not too caught up in his own head to pay attention.

He'd known it would be hard. He'd known that with his Quirk he was likely to be rejected or overlooked. Somehow this was worse. He'd passed. He did what the pricks from middle school said he never could. And yet, his badge said General Education and not Hero Course.

He was pulled from his brooding with a tap to his ankle. He turned around lethargically, eyes full of petty jealousy. He glared at the boy behind him, a plain looking boy with grey hair. The boy gulped before holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"Uh.." With one of his hands the boy gestured downward. Hitoshi's eyes followed.

Brown fur. Bright brassy eyes. Wagging tail, "Arf!" A toy poodle with a grey, red and green striped collar stared back up at him. What the?

"Next!" Sounded from the front desk again. Once again Shinso ignored it.

"You brought your dog?" Shinso asked face nonplussed. As the boy behind him waved his hands back and forth, the people behind the boy became perturbed.

The boy stuttered, "Oh, uh, n-no its not mi-." And was promptly interrupted.

"Next!" "Yo, why isn't the line moving?" Two voices shouted, one from the front desk sounding annoyed and one from further back in the line, which now stretched just outside the front entrance doors. Shinso's brow furrowed. He looked from the dog to the boy to the growing line and back to the dog.

Whatever. It wasn't his job to keep strays off of school grounds.

He clicked his tongue in aggravation turning around to what was now thankfully a non-existent line and dug his shameful student ID out of his pocket. He was met at the desk by a woman whose purple eyes barely poked up from behind a computer screen. The receptionist, for her part, looked about as happy to be there as Shinso felt. She eyed him up and down as he walked up, her head in her palm, clearly unimpressed. She didn't even bother asking his name, she just jutted her hand out and made a rude grabby motion. After dropping his ID in her hand she quickly looked up his information.

"Hitoshi Shinso, Class 1-C, General Education," His dreams flew further away. The lady could care less continuing 0n in her monotoned voice, "Your dorm matches your year number and class, here's your class schedule and a campus map. Your Student ID functions as your dorm key, the Gen Ed dorms are that way. Welcome to U.A. Next!"

The woman he could barely see slid his ID and other information forward then stuck and arm out, pointing to her right - his left. He sighed and tried not to snap at the woman for saying his information out loud for everyone to here. Even though he'd desperately wanted to hide the fact that he was in Gen Ed, even for just a few more minutes. If not from those around him, then himself.

But Shinso was used to not getting the things he wanted. With a heart heavier than all his luggage, Shinso made to walk away when,

"Hey kid, I said next." Irritation laced the desk woman's voice behind him.

He didn't know why he turned around. Maybe he hoped seeing the nervous kid behind him suffer a little social anxiety would make him feel better. But he did turn around.

"Kid come on there's a line." "Uh, miss?"

The desk lady and the timid boy spoke at the same time. As they did the boy once again pointed down. The woman's brow scrunched and she stood from her chair to look over her desk.

"Arf!"

Shinso watched the woman's face go through a series of expressions, before settling on shocked. Shinso's face did a very similar thing. In fact, both of their jaws fell a bit as they stared at the stray - was it a stray? - dog from before holding a card in its mouth. A student ID.

What the hell.

"Huh... Okay. Sure, why not?" The woman behind the desk said after recovering (in Shinso's opinion) far too quickly. He was still frozen in bafflement as the woman walked around the desk and took the ID from the little creature. Looking it over as she sat in her chair, the woman's eyes widened for a moment before she scoffed. She typed away at her keyboard for a moment before,

"Banzai, Class... 1-A," What the, "Hero Course," hell?

Shinso stared at the scene eyes blown wide. He blinked in disbelief.

That... that couldn't be be right. He couldn't have heard that right. The woman clicked a button and waited a moment for papers to print from beneath the desk before roving back around it and presenting the pages to the dog.

"Your, uh, dorm matches your year number and class, here's your class schedule and a campus map. Your student ID functions as your dorm key and the Hero Course dorms are that way. Welcome to U.A. I guess... Next!." The woman once again spoke those blasphemous words while weakly pointing in the opposite direction of where Shinso was headed. The mutt let out a short yap before strolling off towards the Hero Course dorms.

He was shaking. Trembling. With rage, sadness or shock he couldn't tell. Was this a prank? This couldn't be happening, right. His schedule and map slipped from his fingers.

They wouldn't. They couldn't! A dog? The Hero Course...

Chose a dog over him?!

"This is the best first day ever."

Kaminari Denki whispered a he gave a toy poodle chin scratches.

"Its so fluffy I'm gonna die..."

Next to him a girl with bushy eyelashes and hair that shifted from green to yellow to pink depending on the light patted the dogs head. Denki mentally kicked himself as he tried to remember the cute girls name. Toru Hagakure? That sounded right...

"So is it, like, a therapy dog or something?" The boy who'd introduced himself as Kirishima Eijirou asked.

"Who cares its the cutest thing ever!" Ashido Mina, the boys friend from middle school apparently, squealed.

Denki agreed with her sentiment. Whatever the reason a puppy was in his homeroom class on his first day, Denki didn't care. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd been pretty stressed out this morning. Starting at a new school and meeting the people he'd be sharing his new living space with for the next semester had that effect. His big sister had teased and taunted him about it the whole day, even when they were tearfully bidding eachother goodbye at the dorms. Having a cute dog to pet was really helping him relax.

The rest of the class seemed to agree. Save for a few stragglers, like that angry guy, Bakugou Katsuki, who'd cussed out Iida Tenya when they were moving in to the dorms that morning. Or that Todoroki kid who none of them had even seen at the dorms. And that frog faced girl, Asui Tsuyu. She didn't seem all that interested in the dog either.

A bit odd since even Iida, who seemed pretty straight-laced, had been appreciative of the dogs presence. Though it took some convincing from Ochako Uraraka, the cute girl with the chestnut hair.

Those two seemed to know each other. Were they a thing? Denki hoped not, he wanted to ask her out. She seemed cool.

"Oi, if your hear to socialize then pack your bags,"

Denki along with all of the newly christened Class 1-A jumped a bit at the harsh tone. For the first time since everyone had gotten into the room all of the attention wasn't on the toy poodle they'd found sitting on top of one of the desks. Instead Denki turned with his peers to look at a hobo. At least, he looked like a hobo. A hobo in an ugly lemon yellow sleeping bag. Lying on the ground. Weird.

"Is that a worm?" "Is that our teacher?" "Its a hobo." Questions and theories flew amongst all of them at the arrival of the strange man, but it was Asui's comment that forced Denki to stifle a laugh. And then pale as a glare was fixed on him. The hobo - hey, Denki didn't have a name for the guy yet - removed himself from his sleeping bag with more grace then the action deserved. He moved to stand before the desks at the front of the class. Denki felt relief as that glare of his shifted, now scanning the class as a whole rather than just himself. The class grew silent as the man leered at them.

"Eight seconds is too long. Rational students would waste so much time," Tension fell over the room as the man sighed, "Listen up, I'm Aizawa Shota, your home room teacher. Welcome to the Hero Course."

"Why does he look so tired?" Jirou Kyouka wondered next to him. Denki shrugged.

"Maybe he's got insomnia or something?" His big sister had that. Pair that with being an underground Hero and she would wander around like a zombie every morning if she couldn't get some coffee.

"Alright, everyone put these on and head outside." The bag man, Aizawa-sensei, pulled a bag of different uniforms from his sleeping bag and set them on top of a podium at the front of the classroom. His classmates, apparently taking the man's logical words to heart, quickly moved to do as he said. But Denki had a question.

"Uh, hobo-san, err, I mean Sensei! Why was there a dog in her-." Denki spoke as he turned with his new outdoor uniform in hand. However, his words fell short as the hobo man was already walking out the door. His brow then folded in confusion when he and a few of his classmates noticed the little brown puppy toddling after the man.

"Huh. Maybe its his dog?" Kirishima mused, sidling up next to Denki as the rest of the class grabbed their garments and made conversation.

"Its not." Asui croaked before walking out the door herself.

The two boys watched her go, Kirishima looking confused and Denki wondering how the girl knew what she did. But those thoughts melted away as another question came to him.

"Uhh, do we, like, change in here? Or is there, like, a changing room or something?" His question sparked concerned and confused looks from his class as they all made to follow the hobo and the dog.

"Banzai, your up next."

Stress and Confused. If Izuku ever managed to graduate from U.A. he'd be sure to make that the title of his autobiography, if only to warn future generations.

It was bad enough that he was sharing not only a class but a dorm with Bakugou! That alone was stress too much for Izuku's poor heart.

Then there was a dog in his homeroom class which sucked because he was allergic.

Worse still the hobo man, Aizawa, their teacher had decided that the entire class was going to skip orientation. Instead they were taking a quirk apprehension test that he just knew he was going to bomb. And not in the cool way like Bakugou just had by throwing a ball over half a kilometer.

And to top it all off, whoever came in last in this test was going to be expelled.

Stressed.

Then Aizawa called for the dog to do the Ball Throw.

Izuku - and the rest of Class 1-A - looked on in utter confusion as the dog from earlier waddled forward escaping the clutches of a baffled Ashido and Hagakure.

Aizawa for his part tried to come off as professional as he explained the rules of the Ball Throw test to the dog, or rather, Banzai.

It was just as Banzai began to roll the ball from the place where Aizawa dropped it on the ground that the class as a whole recovered from their collective stupor. Kaminari, the electric blonde Izuku had met in the elevator at the dorms, broke the silence first.

"So... are we just gonna act like this is normal or..."

"Aizawa-sensei! I would like to express my confusion and concern." Iida piped up, though Izuku wished the boy wouldn't be so loud when he was standing right next to him.

"What the dog doin'?" Hanta Siro, the boy with the odd elbows and smile asked. Though he said it in a way that almost made Izuku laugh.

"Sir?" The smart looking girl, Yaoyorozu Momo, managed to pack several questions into just one world.

The man that dressed like a hobo let out a sigh that sounded thirty years old. He noticed Banzai had stopped what it had been doing, looking back at Aizawa as if unsure if it should continue.

"I'd hoped we could avoid wasting time on this, but I see now that was illogical. Alright, everybody listen up cause I'm only gonna say this once. That," He pointed a the toy poodle who waited patiently in the center of the circle, "Is Banzai. And as of today, like all of you, she will be a student here at U.A. To put it more clearly she is your final classmate. Now, back to the test."

Aizawa seemed content to leave it at that, waving at Banzai to continue. Banzai did, but the rest of the class wasn't so keen on dropping the subject.

"Wait? For real? That's so cool!" Kaminari said, shocked. So was Izuku.

"The hell?" Izuku flinched at the sound of Bakugou's voice. It sounded extra livid. He'd been fine - for him - earlier, but that had been before the boy had found out he had come second in the entrance exam. Aizawa had told him upon having him demonstrate the Ball Throw test for the class.

"Ah, so thats what is going on, kero." Asui said.

"The dog is a student? How? Why?" A mountain of a boy with puffy lips said in shock.

"The next person who speaks will be expelled."

Izuku's mouth clacked shut just before he could ask his own questions, though he felt inclined to do so less out of a fear of expulsion and more so that the man wouldn't say anything with so much venom behind it ever again.

A sharp but light sound rang as Banzai let out a yawn and rolled over onto her back. A few of his classmates laughed others cooed at the pups antics. Izuku felt an odd sense of déjà vu as the man gave a low sigh of defeat.

"Damnit, Nedzu... Oi, get on with the test, mutt," Aizawa griped at the dog. Banzai gave a soft snort but did as told, returning her attention to the base ball. Aizawa turned back to the rest of the class, "Don't interrupt me, don't expect anymore of an explanation than this."

A bark that was both tiny and mighty sounded. Everyone's attention was split between their intimidating teacher and supposed classmate. And yet all of their jaws collectively slackened as the dog worked and the man spoke.

"Banzai is the fifth animal in documented history to possess a Quirk,"

A small wave of light chased the sound of Banzai's bark. And suddenly a disk of glowing gold bloomed on the ground in front of the little thing.

"She has passed several intelligence tests and beaten several logic games. She has the intellect of the average human adult, though she is still very much an animal. Still, I expect everyone to treat her the same as any other student. In fac, youd best start now. Because if you don't,"

Banzai unceremoniously pushed the ball into the portal. There was a brief pause as the class stared dumbly at the glowing portal, as if half of them couldn't or didn't break the laws of physics on a regular basis.

In a small, petty part of his mind, Izuku raged at the fact that a dog had gotten a quirk and he hadn't.

The rest of hismind was put to better use. He had formulated no less than fifty-eight different questions about his unexpected classmates Quirk. And was also trying to fgure out how he would get the answers to said questions, considering he wasn't sure Banzai could communicate. And he was still deahly allergic to dogs.

Aizawa didn't bother looking at the dog or what she was doing. He just let out a small scoff while looking down at his phone and Izuku could of sworn he heard the man mutter something about his pay before presenting the device to his class.

244.9 km

K-kilometers?

"She may just take your spot today." Aizawa finished, staring at the agast group of teens intensely. Banzai waddled back to her place in the group.

Several of the teens, Izuku included took a step away from the dog.

"We've been placed in a class with a monster... Kero..." Asui muttered. Izuku couldn't agree more.

Somewhere in Hosu the Pro Hero Ingenium sighed as he entered his office.

He removed the helmet of his hero costumeas he sat down at his desk.

The air above him flashed bright. A baseball landed in his lap.

The man sighed again.

Stupid dog.