Aizawa couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. A truckload of paperworks that he had to do, courtesy of that transfer student. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the files concerning the kid. There were a few things that Aizawa picked up. Firstly, the boy had a peculiar name. 'Kratos'. Whoever picked that must've had a few screws loose in their minds, or maybe it was identity forgery, but Aizawa felt like he was stretching this out more than he should've, so he kept that assumption sealed at the back of his head.

Secondly, his quirk is the height of all irrationality. 'Inferno'. A quirk that activates at the slightest hint of emotion. With something this volatile, he had no doubt that the kid would have a lot to work with, especially if he wanted any hope of ever competing with the other students in a prestigious school like UA.

Thirdly, and this was the thing that he didn't like the most: The kid was going to be in his class, and he was going to be his homeroom teacher.

I should've stayed at Hosu with those two idiots.

At least he had ten months to prepare for. Not that he thought it was enough time for him to prepare, but it was still something.

I expected a year or two. Aizawa curtly thought, leaning against the back of his seat.

"You doing good, Shota?" A familiar voice chimed in from the right.

Aizawa sighed, begrudgingly tilting his head towards the annoying blond idiot sitting at his right side, "Would it kill you if you just leave me alone for the remainder of the day?"

"I just finished teaching my English class, and I got nothing to do now." Hizashi said.

"And you opted to be a nuisance when there are other productive things that you could be doing right now." Aizawa said dryly.

"Such as?"

"Do you really need me to tell you?" Aizawa furrowed his brows, "You're not a child, figure it out yourself."

Hizashi huffed, "Aw, you're such a spoilsport. What are you working on, anyway?"

"A transfer student. One who is possibly going to be a part of my class after the final semester ends," Aizawa blew the air out of his mouth, his expression deflating, "Worst of all, this kid's quirk is...well, volatile, from what I've seen in his file."

Hizashi nodded, "I mean, you've dealt with a lot of kids who have volatile quirks like this kid, so..."

"Hardly my point," Aizawa blurted, "While it's no pushover, I can't have him wrecking havoc in my class while I'm occupied in my sleeping bag."

Present Mic deadpanned, "Of course it has something to do with your irritatingly endearing habit of loafing around."

Aizawa's dull eyes remained trained on the papers, "Well, it's not like I slack around when the situation calls for it. This boy, for example...I may have to relinquish my sleeping bag for the time being."

."Hah!" Present Mic slapped Aizawa right on his back, much to his exasperation, "That's not something that you hear everyday!"

"For a limited amount of time." Aizawa added.

Hizashi only laughed, "That's still better than nothing, dummy!"

Aizawa snorted, leaning against the back of the chair. He kept his mind at bay, thinking about what approach to take with this kid.

I really should've stayed at Hosu.

...

"From beyond the stars, from the outstretched canopy of the heavens, came down an exceptional hero that will vanquish every evil there is. Exquisite in every manner, but modest in the heart. She is an exemplary, a model! But oh no, liberating the innocents from the grasp of the wicked isn't all there is to this hero. No.. She is especially adept at manipulating the trajectory of fate, for destiny is like a child's play to her. May I present to you...

THE FATETRESS!!!"

A woman with a black bride gown came out of the curtains. Her attire consisted of a fur-coated cape that had three extensive cuts protruding at it's edge, an exquisite, black-tinted gown that extended from her shoulder to her feet, "Sorry for the long wait, ladies and gentlemen. I ran into quite the troublesome individual along the way. Can you believe it? He wanted me to change his fate! But fate can't be easily bought, especially if one is a fugitive of justice!"

The woman leaped into the air as the trail of smoke followed her movements. A platform landed in front of her just as she was about to land.

She waved at the supposed crowds in front of her, "Let me hear your delight! That's the sound of triumph! A cry that justice has prevailed!"

The crowds erupted into cheers and adoration, their eyes trained on the heroine standing atop the floating platform.

...

...

Fatetress let out a soft exhale as she slumped into the chair, the bead of sweat sliding through her forehead. There was no place better than her office, even though it was damp. She should've installed the air ventilation by now.

Then, the telephone rings. She answered the call, "What is it? I just had a really long day so I'd appreciate it if you-"

Fatetress swallowed the annoyance in her tone when she was interrupted by the door sliding to the side.

A man sporting a professional attire came forward, "Rin-san."

"Couldn't have picked up a better day to show up at my office? Talking to you is not in the list of my schedules right now." She scowled.

"My utmost apologies for coming on such a short notice, but I believe it's imperative that we should discuss this as soon as we can."

"Can it wait?" The Fatetress insisted.

The man closed the door, his expression grim, "No. It can't."

The Fatetress was silent for a moment, her lips pursed as she said, "Oh wow, bolder than usual now, aren't you?"

The man immediately sat down, saying, "We are in dire need of change if our alliance is to be preserved. Your supply of materials and tools are inadequate, not enough for us to conduct our business."

"Fifty tons of carbon alloys and aluminium, was that not the original deal?"

"Increase it by a tenfold, and you got yourself a deal." The man said, almost demandingly.

The Fatetress chuckled, "Right, you want me to supply ten times more the amount with ten times less the budget. Oh, you must've been inhaling quite the narcotic earlier this morning, haven't you, Genji?"

Genji's expression remained prone, maintaining his composure as he replied, "As I have iterated before, Rin-san, you are treading on a very thin rope with us. Every indecision will result in fatal consequences."

"Never pegged you for the type to make threats like that," The Fatetress let out a soft chortle, "I'm not sure if I can meet your demands on time, though. Might want to lower the demand just by a bit."

Genji's brows furrowed, "...Rin-san, the rumours circulating around you and your exploits, don't you think it's important to keep those under wraps?"

Rin's expression dropped, "What are you referring to?"

"Don't you feel remorse for the affliction that you've inflicted on those poor little saplings?" Genji feigned sorrow as his tone lowered, "Oh, the anguish they must've faced. To think that their hero, the woman that they've looked up to for their entire lives, would turn against them and keep them captive inside of an enclosed space, where their screams remain unheard and their pleas are silenced."

Rin clenched her fists, "Get out."

"I would advise against raising your tone, as your legitimacy of being a hero is hanging on the balance. Soon enough, the world will know what you have-"

"FINE!" Rin slammed the table hard enough that a cleavage was formed from one end into the other, "You want your goddamn raise? You'll get your goddamn raise. Just give me time to collect the materials, and we're set to go."

Genji's lips slightly bent upwards, and she could've sworn that the smug bastard was smirking. He turned around, walking away without a word.

Rin clenched her teeth as she said, "Wait."

"Hm?"

"How'd you know?" Rin uttered, her eyes bellowing her indignation.

Genji then replied, "The Yakuza have their ways," and then went out of the room without further altercations.

Rin was left to her own devices, pondering about what course of action she should take next.