Before we begin, there's something I'd like to address. Sakra95, don't worry. He's not going to be telling his whole life story, just telling off the MHA society as a whole. Some of what he's about to say includes my personal views on their society as well, so I'm kind of talking through him. Let's get started.

Everybody was on the edge of their seat, waiting to hear what Spider-Man would say next. Quirks had been around for a while and there had been plenty of vigilantes. However, most just wanted to be famous and cared about nothing else. Spider-Man was different, and everybody wanted to hear his motivations.

"Where I come from, hero licenses aren't a thing. But there also aren't 'quirks' or whatever you call them. It's a society of normal people. No shooting fire from your fingers, lifting stuff with your mind, or growing scales on your arms. Everybody is just a normal person."

Everybody watching was understandably surprised. A society where quirks didn't exist? How could that be possible?

"Almost everybody anyway. There are a few people, people like me, who are different. There weren't many of us, but there were enough. Some of us didn't even have powers. A few members of our hero team were totally powerless and were still hailed as heroes."

In a small apartment complex some 50 kilometers away, a green-haired boy stared at his computer screen in shock.

"We didn't have hero licenses. We didn't get paid to help people. Sure we were famous, but that comes with the territory. We weren't heroes for our own gain, but because it was the right thing to do. Because we could do things other people couldn't and we used our gifts to help them."

That surprised Mirko a little. Heroes who didn't get paid? How did they survive? Did they have jobs outside of hero work? How could they make time for both?

"Since I got here, I've tried to continue my work, to help the little guy with no rewards in return. But I can't. I've been here for two weeks, and every single time I try to help somebody, some clown in a suit tries to arrest me for 'illegal heroism.' What the hell is illegal heroism? You're saying being brave and putting others before yourself is illegal? That people like me should be prosecuted for doing the right thing?"

Peter was becoming angry, his voice growing louder and his face becoming red.

"Then there's this vigilante crap. I've seen the news. You call me things like 'criminal' or 'glory-seeker.' Glory? Is that why you think I do this? Glory is the least of my concerns. As I said, I've been here for 2 weeks. Do you know what I've been doing, how I've been living? I sleep in alleyways or on rooftops. If I'm lucky I have a box to sleep in or newspapers to cover myself with. I eat scraps of food out of the trash. And to make it all worse, I'm treated as a villain for helping people."

The reporters remained silent. They still weren't convinced this vigilante was in the right, but they still felt bad for him. No 15-year-old kid should be homeless.

"That's my situation. I'm homeless, hungry, and alone. I don't want your damn glory. I want a home, food, friends." Peter's voice broke when he said friends, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and his expression once again became one of anger.

"Let me ask you something. Say there was a bridge collapsing. No heroes are around and people are stuck on the bridge. Now imagine there's a civilian with a speed ability or flying powers. They could easily save everybody on that bridge and get themselves out safely. But why would they? What would the point be if they would be arrested for using their powers illegally? Arrested for being heroes, I should say."

A certain buff blonde man stiffened at those words, something that did not go unnoticed by the mousy principal of UA.

"It's sad that you can't be called a hero in this society unless you have a little plastic card with 'hero' written on it. It's even sadder that you people have the balls to call yourselves heroes. A hero is somebody who puts themselves at risk, who does whatever they have to in order to help people, without asking for any reward in return. In this society, where you go through a training course and get paid for your work, you're not heroes. At best, you're glorified police officers. Uh, n-not that police officers aren't heroes, they're brave people doing good work." He added quickly, waving his hands wildly.

That got a few chuckles from the reporters.

"Anyway, you people don't have the right to call yourselves heroes. I'm sure there are good people out there, but from what I've seen, they don't exist. You're all heroes for money, fame, or recognition. So far, Ms. Mirko here is the only hero I've met who doesn't fit that mold. She hates the press and tries to avoid coverage, and seems to be genuinely happy helping people. I've seen her around the city, helping with mundane things most of you 'heroes' would consider to be beneath you."

Mirko wasn't expecting to be shouted out like this. Also, when did this kid see her? How had she not heard him? She could hear footsteps from dozens of meters away courtesy of her rabbit ears. Wait, is that what he meant earlier when he said he hadn't seen her up close?

"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that there are very few true heroes in this society. You don't need a plastic card or a reward to be a hero. If anything they prevent you from being one. There's no such thing as illegal heroism. The right thing is the right thing, and you shouldn't need a plastic card to help people. The problem with this society, is that you've all forgotten what it means to be a hero. Now if you'll excuse me, it's getting late and I need to find some food and track down a box to sleep in."

His speech finished, he walked away and raised his arm to swing away, but he was stopped by Mirko.

"Listen well boy. You impressed me today. You're clearly strong, far stronger than you should be. From now on, you aren't allowed to lose to anybody else, got it? I'll be angry if you do."

He looked a bit confused, but smiled anyway. "Sure Ms. Mirko."

"Drop the Ms. it makes me feel old."

"Well, how old are you?" [1]

"Normally, I'd knock you out for asking that, but we've already confirmed I can't do that, and I suppose I owe you. I'm 20, kid. Best years of my life."

Not saying anything else, Peter turned his head away and swung off. He was a speck in the distance before long, and then he was gone.

"What an interesting kid," MIrko muttered to herself before being overtaken by reporters. "Damn it, I forgot they were here."

Later, at UA

Principal Nezu had once again called the heroes together, only this time Mirko was among them.

"This is a serious problem. He beat a group of heroes, the number 5 hero among them, on national TV. To make it worse, his message will likely spur more vigilantes into action." Nezu stated gravely.

"Which means more trouble for us. I really hate that kid." Mt. Lady grumbled angrily.

"Oh stop whining. He made sure you landed safely didn't he? He could have just let you fall." Mirko laughed to herself as Mt. Lady's face turned red.

"Mirko," Nezu began. "This is no laughing matter."

"Oh calm down old man. You know as well as I do that while the quirk laws are there for a reason, they are a bit too restricting. His example perfectly demonstrated that. If something like that really did happen, regardless of how many people they saved, the civilian would be arrested before the end of the day."

"Because they would have recklessly endangered themselves and the people on the bridge. It would be better if they just waited for heroes to show up." Snipe angrily broke in.

"We both know heroes won't always be on scene in time. If there were no other options and time was running out, what would you have them do? Run like a coward and save themselves, or be a hero and save the others, consequences be damned, like a proper hero would?"

None of the heroes said anything, unable to retort to Mirko's comment.

"How do we know he wasn't lying? I mean, a quirkless society? That has to be made up." Ectoplasm spoke up.

"He wasn't," All Might's booming voice broke in. He gestured to a much smaller man at his side, wearing a police uniform. "This is my friend on the force, detective Tsukauchi. His quirk allows him to tell when people are lying."

"And Spider-Man wasn't," Tsukauchi stated firmly. "I've watched the recordings nearly a dozen times and not once did my quirk go off. Everything he said was the truth."

"I figured that'd be the case. He seemed fairly truthful when he spoke to the reporters. Plus, he doesn't seem like the type to lie anyway." Mirko chuckled.

"If I may, Mirko, you seem to be very fond of this boy. Why is that?" Tsukauchi politely questioned.

"Kid's interesting," She said simply. "He has progressive views on society, and he's strong. I respect people who are strong. You all saw that news report, how easily he took us all out. He even got me with one punch. Truth is, I could have kept going, but I chose not to."

"WHAT?!" Most of the assembled heroes yelled in anger.

"YOU ALLOWED A VIGILANTE TO WALK AWAY?!" Midnight yelled.

"Yes. And do you know why? There are two reasons. First off, I could tell he was holding back. He took out Eraser and Kamui in a single kick, easily dispatched Present Mic and Mt. Lady, and took me down in one hit. Even then, he clearly held back. He was slow, weak, and his reactions felt off. He held back in every sense of the term. Even if I kept going, I'd have no chance as soon as he started getting serious."

The room was silent. Mirko was the number 5 hero, known for her speed and power that allowed her to take out incredibly strong villains in one attack. It was terrifying to think that a 15 year old kid took her down while still holding back.

"Secondly, why should I have gone after him? You heard him. Kid eats out of the trash can and sleeps in boxes. He's suffering enough. He doesn't need me going after him to add to his troubles. He could beat me easily, so I'd just be an annoyance."

Again, the heroes were silent. After a few seconds, All Might broke in.

"You have a point. He doesn't seem to see anything wrong with what he's doing. He's good enough at what he does to not put himself at risk, and every crime scene he's shown up at, there have been little to no injuries, and zero deaths. He isn't a risk to himself or others, and he only bothers pros that try to detain him."

"So, what then? You're saying we should just allow him to continue breaking the law as he is?" Aizawa questioned the buff man.

"No. I'll have a talk with him myself. He needs to be brought in soon anyway. He may be a vigilante, but he still has good intentions. A person like that shouldn't be living off trash in an alleyway."

"Even if you manage to find him and get him to talk with you, what would you propose?" Nezu asked.

"To become a student at UA."

All Might's simple response was met with yells of outrage from most of the room, aside from Nezu and Mirko. All Might raised his hand and asked to be allowed to continue.

"He's clearly capable. He's taken out plenty of pros without seriously injuring them while not sustaining any apparent injuries himself. He has the heart of a hero, just not the tools of one. He made good points about our society, but the law cannot be changed simply through the words of a single teenager, much less a vigilante. UA is the perfect school for his abilities, and after getting his hero license, he'd be a wonderful hero."

"He already is, old man. Or did you miss the recordings? His fights and his speech?" Mirko questioned him, sounding slightly annoyed.

"I am aware, Mirko. Personally, I believe he already is a hero. But I can't say the same for the rest of society. Undoubtedly, he already has many followers who have taken his words to heart. By getting his license, more people will see him not as a villain but as a hero."

"I see your point. However, there will likely be a major PR issue over allowing Spider-Man to join our school. It'll take a lot of work to pull this off All Might." Principal Nezu broke in.

"Fear not Mr. principal. Everything will be handled in time. Why? Because I am here!"

This was a fun chapter. And yeah, this chapter more or less stated my views on the MHA society. I'm not an idiot. I'm aware that everybody running around using their powers would be chaos. At the same time though, if no heroes are around or if a hero needs help, you shouldn't be arrested for handling the situation. That's just arresting somebody for being an actual hero instead of one of the selfish, paid pretenders who call themselves heroes.

Also, Peter's helmet was down this whole time, so you're probably wondering how he's speaking/understanding Japanese. Basically, he downloaded a textbook on the Iron Spider and studied it. To be fair, this is the same guy who built an extremely high tech suit in less than an hour. I really don't think he'd have any trouble learning at least part of a language in 2 weeks. Anyway, that's it for this chapter. Chapter 7 will be up in about an hour.

[1]: I have no idea how old Mirko is, and Horikoshi hasn't confirmed it as far as I know, so I'm just making a guess based off her appearance. She looks pretty young.

Aren signing off