Obi Wan smiled as the students walked into the classroom he'd selected to teach heroics in.

It wasn't the normal classroom that was used. When he'd looked at the one used the previous year he had been utterly disappointed. It was far too… sterile… to serve his purpose. It reminded him of Kamino and that had made him shudder and feel disgusted. He had never liked how the clones were raised, kept in a world of durasteel and muted colors. He'd argued that they needed to upgrade the facility, to make it so one didn't feel like they were forever living in a trooper's helmet but he'd been overruled. There wasn't the money or the time, he'd been told.

Insanity. They claimed they were better than the Separatists because they actually fought for what they believed in rather than hiding behind their droids. But that was exactly what they had been trying to turn the clones into: droids. They even gave them serial numbers rather than names. It was why Obi Wan had, very early on, asked his men to pick names for themselves. Why he had startled so many in the Jedi Council by being the first General to allow his men to decorate their armor however they wished, so long as they stuck to the orange that denoted their division. Why he had spent his own money to get Pricker the lessons he needed to become a tattoo artist, so that he could give the clones something that would identify themselves amongst their brothers… and why, in a spot NO ONE would ever see, he had a small tattoo himself of the 212th's unofficial symbol: a droid's head crushed under a trooper's boot.

He didn't know why people were shocked by him being so at ease with his troopers… his master had been the biggest rebel in the Order. His grandmaster had been one of the Lost 20 and before that had been a rebel himself, disobeying Yoda time and time again. And he'd raised Anakin. He merely was better than all of them at hiding his more rebellious nature.

(And he was sure somewhere Master Yoda was remembering everything Obi Wan had done in his youth and snorting at that)

If he had believed in giving the clones a place to learn and grow that was warm and inviting then of course he required the same thing for his new students. As such rather than the typical classroom he had gone with a small lecture hall, with raised seat that were numerous enough that his students could easily sit apart from each other and lounge if they wished. He'd demand they pay attention, of course, but he'd learned with Anakin that sometimes a student learned better when they were comfortable. The front of the hall was large enough for him to do demonstrations and there was a door that lead to a hall which was connected to one of the school's gyms, ready if he decided that the day called for them actually practicing physically.

But… not today. He had decided that already.

He watched as the students looked about, confused by the large area, not quite sure where to sit, and couldn't help but smile at their befuddlement before waving a hand at the chairs.

"Sit wherever you wish," he told them. "We'll do introductions once you are all settled."

It took about 2 minutes for everyone to take a seat, with some even getting up once they'd settled in order to join someone else, looking to him for guidance or permission and receiving it with a slight nod of his head. Finally though they were all in their seats and Obi Wan stepped forward.

"Hello there," he said cheerfully. He was in his full set of robes, which he was sure must have been odd for them, but he'd wanted to have something that… grounded him… when he met with them all. This was his first class, after all, the very first students that he would be teaching at UA. "Before we go on any further I think it best we introduce ourselves. Please state your name, your quirk, and one interesting fact about yourself." The students all blinked at him, save for Ahsoka who was watching him with dry amusement. "I'll start. My name is Obi Wan Kenobi… or Kenobi Obi-Wan as you would say in Japan. My quirk is known as The Force and I have a passion for the study of exotic reptiles." Ahsoka muttered something about Krayt Dragons and he shot her a looked. "Ah, a volunteer," he said, gesturing at Ahsoka."

She scoffed by rose up all the same. "My name is Tano Ahsoka. My quirk is a variation of The Force and I rather enjoy swimming even though my Guardian, Anakin, is horrible at it."

"To be fair Anakin did grow up in the desert."

"Do you know each other, Mr. Kenobi?" a pink woman asked.

"We do," Obi Wan stated. "I raised Anakin because he has his own variation of The Force and when he took in Ahsoka I helped… supplement her training."

"By that you mean you didn't let me just run around throwing rocks," Ahsoka teased.

"Quite," Obi Wan stated. "Now then, who is next?"

The introductions went rather quickly after that, with students raising their hands and volunteering to be next once they saw that Obi Wan was going to be rather casual with whatever they wished, or did not wish, to say.

Uraraka Ochaco. Gravity Quirk. And apparently she knew how to reshingle an entire roof.

Ida Tenya . Engine. He could recite PI to 32 decimal points.

Kirishima Eijiro. Harden. Able to juggle.

Todoroki Shoto. He had… paused before finally stating his quirk was Hot/Cold. And had stated his height as his interesting fact.

Bakugo Katsuki. Explosion. Had received the highest grade point average for his entire elementary and middle school days every year.

Yaoyorozu Momo. Creation. Stated she could recite PI to 33 decimal points which had caused Tenya to blink before he had admitted his respect for that.

Shinso Hitoshi . Brainwash, though he'd been reluctant to admit it, looking down at his shoes before meeting Obi Wan's gaze with utter fierceness when he declared his quirk type. When no one had reacted Hitoshi had finally admitted that he liked watching cat videos on Youtube.

Yoarashi Inasa. Whirlwind. Apparently had once won a junior singing contest and demonstrated for the class some music from Pre Quirk musicians known as 'Gilbert and Sulivan'. To Obi Wan's amusement he'd noticed Katsuki mouthing the words as Inasa sang about being a general.

Ashido Mina. Acid. She had managed to read every one of the Twilight books even though they had been thought destroyed 40 years earlier as crimes against humanity.

Kamakiri Togaru. Sharp Blade. Loved collection insects and commented on his butterfly collection.

Shoji Mezo. Dupliarms. Stated that his favorite food was squid ink pasta.

Yanagi Reiko. Poltergeist. Had been rather disappointed in Twilight as she thought that 'Cullen should have eaten Bella'.

Tokoyami Fumikage. Dark Shadow. Could identify an apple's type just by smelling it. He'd also been rather startled when Obi Wan had asked if Dark Shadow wished to share anything with the class. The dark quirk had been utterly startled by that, sharing a quick conversation with Fumikage before admitted they while apples were fine they actually like the smell of grapes.

Komori Kinoko. Mushroom. Stated that if she hadn't have been able to become a hero she might have become a Pop Idol.

Kaminari . Had the record for shorting out the most blocks in a city in a single week. Obi Wan wasn't sure WHY he was proud of that but he was.

Jiro Kyoka. Ear Jack. Preferred vinyl records to other kinds of media storage.

Asui Tsuyu. Frog. Had once found a clown dead in the woods but it was okay because she was pretty sure it had been evil. Obi Wan was… concerned… that most of the class nodded in agreement with that assessment, with even Katsuki declaring, "Everyone knows clowns are fucking evil!"

Aoyama Yūga. Navel Laser. Enjoyed clothes shopping and "montaging" , whatever that was.

The only person not to volunteer, who Obi Wan had to call on, was Midoriya.

"Uh… Midoriya Izuku. I… I'm-" he muttered in a quick and quiet voice, "quirkless. For interesting fact I have a rare misprinted All Might-"

"Quirkless?" Kaminari exclaimed. "Did you say you were quirkless?"

"…yes?"

"But… you're in the hero course!"

"… yes," Midoriya said, shrinking in on himself.

"You were there when Blasty blurted it all out," Ahsoka said, rolling her eyes.

"Shitty Deku got in on a technicality or affirmative action or some fucking tripe like that!" Bakugo declared.

Obi Wan narrowed his eyes. "Bakugo, if you insult and mock your classmate again you will receive detention."

"I'm not insulting the little freak!" Bakugo bellowed. "I'm telling the truth! He's just a fucking loser without a quirk who thinks he's better than he really is-"

"Like you?" Ahsoka snapped back.

"You're comparing me to Deku?!"

"And finding you don't stack up. Considering you can't go 10 seconds without screaming at someone how did you ever pass the final part of the entrance exam?"

"Listen here, Shit Horns-"

"Bakugo," Obi Wan said sternly, narrowed his eyes at the young man. "I mean it. Detention if you insult anyone again. Ahsoka… one more word. Just one."

The two glared at each other before settling back in their chairs and Obi Wan made a mental note to talk to Anakin about his padawan and her temper and… oh, who was he kidding? With Anakin he'd probably think Ahsoka was too nice and teach her new Hutt Curses.

"Yes," Midoriya said, drawing attention back to himself. His essence in the Force flared out with confidence thanks to Ahsoka speaking up for him, making him square his shoulders and stand without slouching. "I don't have a quirk. And I will be a hero."

"Dude… why ya so nervous?" Kirishima said, a large smile forming on his lips. "That is so MANLY!"

"I agree!" Yoarashi said rather loudly, pumping his hand up into the air. "To have such drive and passion to do what is right, even when so many would say you can not? That is the will of a true hero!"

"Hey!" Kaminari said in a panic. "I have nothing against quirkless people! I… I just thought that UA required you to have a quirk, that is all."

"Quirk, quirkless, villain quirk, heroic quirk… none of it matters," Tokoyami said sagely. "All of us dance along the edge of the abyss which cares not who we are."

"…what he said," Asui replied simply.

Once that was done Obi moved to the table that was in the center of the lecturing area and pressed a button, causing a screen to slowly lower down behind him. "Now then, for today's class we are going to observe some footage of heroes in action. These clips will show a wide variety of crimes a hero will see in their career: simple muggings, hostage situations, block-destroying villain attacks, rescues, so on. What I would like you to do is list everything that did wrong."

"Wrong?" Ida said, raising his hand in the air. "Sensei, clearly you are mistaken. Unless they failed to stop the villains how can you say they made a mistake?"

Obi Wan considered that for a moment before crumpling up a piece of paper. "My goal is to use my quirk to throw this paper into the trash can." He focused and the ball easily lifted from his hand, floating over to the trash can… only for him to suddenly send it flying about the room, causing people to scream and cry out as it divebombed them. Some ducked, others tried to bat it away, and others merely watched in surprise. Finally though the ball fell into the trash can neatly.

"Would you say that I was successful in throwing that away? Or that while I achieved the goal I utterly failed in doing it neatly?" The class stared at him, the answer rather clear. "A hero is just a person. Flesh and blood, no different than any of us. They aren't perfect and there is always room to grow. Even I can learn, to realize I have made mistakes. The same with any hero."

He looked about the room, gauging their reactions. He of course expected Ahsoka to understand what he was getting at, as it was very common for Padawans to review missions with their masters, going over the high points and the lows. Not just their own but of other Jedi, to learn and grow from the trials and errors of others. He was a bit surprised to see Midoriya nodding in agreement; oh, he knew that Rex had been training the boy but the Captain had also admitted that Midoriya had a bad case of hero worship, much like the rest of the world. Then there was Todoroki. He didn't nod his head in agreement or scowl in disgust… rather he just sat there, staring at Obi Wan. He would have thought him utterly emotionless if he couldn't feel swirling in the Force his well hidden surprise… and pleasure.

He knew. He understood. Heroes weren't perfect.

But it was just those three.

In fact everyone else in the class was staring at Obi Wan as if he had declared that the sun set in the east, rose in the west, and that the best way to live was the fill their lungs with salt water.

"I know it is difficult to accept that heroes make mistakes. From the moment you were born you were told that heroes were… larger than life figures. That they were all knowing beings, perfect in every way." Obi Wan had heard as much said about Jedi back in his galaxy. "But heroes make mistakes. They are flawed. A good hero learns from their mistakes. A great hero learns from the mistakes of others before they repeat their flaws. That is what we are going to do today… yes?" He pointed at Kamakiri, who seemed to be vibrating in his chair, wanting to be called on.

"I thought we were here to learn how to be heroes. Not… study tape and fill out forms! How are we supposed to save people if we aren't going around learning how to fight."

"You will be learning to fight," Obi Wan assured him. "I am not trying to make it seem like all we will do is sit in here. But just as you can't drive a car without learning how to turn it on, you can't be heroes without understanding how to save lives."

"Then let us go out and fight!" Bakugo yelled, leaping to his feet. "Come on, this is fucking ridiculous! Maybe these fucking extras need the special ed courses… Deku does, that's for sure… but I don't!"

"So you believe you are without fault?" Obi Wan asked, raising an eyebrow. "That you are already a hero."

"Of course not!" Bakugo declared, honestly surprising Obi Wan. Apparently for all his hot-headedness the boy did know his limits. "But I'm here to learn how to be a fucking hero and you don't stop bad guys by sitting in a chair studying footage."

"No… but you do learn how to be a better hero than those out there by doing so."

THAT caused Bakugo to pause and Obi wan reached up, stroking his beard to hide his smile. He had him.

"Every great hero learns from studying those that came before. Ahsoka, Anakin, and I all use a… support item… called a lightsaber. It is a blade of energy that can cut through many materials. It is very effective when coupled with our quirks. When I was a student there were six forms. Think of them like martial arts… judo isn't the same as kung-fu, for example. There was a seventh but it was seen as villainous and no hero should use it… until one man, Mace, developed a version of his own that was seen as heroic. As for me I mastered Form III, which was designed entirely around defense. It uses as little energy as possible so that I can tire out a foe with little risk of exposing myself. I sought to master it after… well…"

He stopped, remembering a face of red and black with burning yellow eyes, and the gasp of his master.

"…I sought to master it. I studied the form, watched old battles that used it, practiced it again and again until it became as natural as breathing for me. I didn't even truly understand what I was doing until Mace and I discussed it. He commented that everyone said he was a great hero because he had created a form. However he felt I, who had taken a form everyone knew and made it my own so that I not only stood above my peers but all those that came before… was the one that was truly great.

"That is what we are going to do here in this class. I am going to teach you all to surpass every hero that lives now… and lived since the dawn of quirks." He pointed at Ida. "Your brother… he is Ingenium?"

"He is," Ida said with pride.

"He is a great hero?"

"He is."

"I will help you go beyond him. The same for each of you. You will learn from those that came before so that when you become heroes you will already be planets beyond them."

Bakugo sat down.

"Heh, why didn't ya just say that?"

Obi Wan chuckled.

"Now… let us begin, shall we?"