Author's Note: This chapter has everything to do with the main bad guys, the U.A. Spy, and some origins.

Author's Note: Take-2: Also, the ending of the manga (no spoilers) sucked. So I'm hoping that my fellow MHA writers will endeavor (pun intended) to continue with their own versions of the story...and come up with an ending that better than...that...por favor 😑

8: X-Treme Measures

Doctor Kyudai Garaki, as he was currently known, was not overly fond of Heroes. How could he be? He himself was considered a Villain, even though his experiments were meant to strengthen Quirks. What did it matter to him if some of his test subjects expired during the augmentation procedures? He could still collect valuable data from the corpses they left behind.

However, some of the best Quirks he had seen were produced by Heroes.

The idea sent a shiver of disgust through him. Truly he hated Heroes that couldn't see the need for his brilliance. Which was why he had kept his research secret for the better part of two centuries. It helped that his Quirks allowed him not only to live a long life, but also kept him from being recognized.

Yes, Kyudai Garaki had more than one Quirk. It was quite a feat to accomplish considering what had to go through to obtain them. Now, thanks to his centuries of long, grueling work, he was functionally immortal.

Yet, it wasn't enough.

He wanted so much more.

Which is why, when his master had appeared before him all those years ago, he had regarded him akin to a god. Now, so many long years later, they were almost ready to see the product that the doctor had been waiting for since the days of his youth.

"I heard that two of your old experiments passed the U.A. exams recently," the voice of his master said from a staticy screen off to the side of where he was working. "You must be quite proud of them?"

The doctor snorted, "Hmph," he turned to the screen, "I'm not so proud of their chosen careers, Master," he said with frown of disapproval on his face, "One of them I knew was going to be a lost cause considering how much he idolized that hulking buffoon, All Might," he heard his master chuckle from the screen, "However, I thought the other one would be more inclined to walk the darker path, considering how aggressive he's become."

"There's still time, my old friend," the master said with a hint of amusement in his voice, "After all, my spy within this year's crop of students recently informed me of his acceptance into that idiotic school." The master began to chuckle more loudly, a wheeze entering his voice, "If all goes according to plan, you may yet have one or both of your experiments back."

Kyudai gave out a breathy sigh, "I certainly hope so," he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I would do most anything to have them back, of course, but that one boy is dead set on becoming a Hero," he sat back with longing entering his voice, "His powers are only going to get stronger from this point on. It was blind luck that his Quirk hadn't activated before meeting with me the first time."

"Quite powerful, is he?" The master asked. "I remember you telling me over tea that his parents had the potential to produce quite a unique offspring?"

Kyudai gave a very wide, sickening grin, "Oh, my dear old friend," the doctor said in amusement, "I think you'll find that this boy has quite the surprise in store for us all." He chuckled, "Speaking of surprises, did you happen to receive the documents I forwarded to you about Chisaki and his Anti-Quirk Bullets?"

"I did, indeed," the master said, "My young apprentice and I found them quite an interesting read," his voice hardened, "I involuntarily sucked the life out of my mother the day I was born, but I never actively harmed children."

The doctor waved his hand dismissively, "Which is why I'm only working on the refinement," he said, "I know you don't care for the butchery of children, so I would rather keep my hands clean, so to speak."

"A wise choice," the master said, "Let us speak more of our coming operations at U.A.," he suggested, "How go the enhancements for the Nomu?"

Kyudai hummed in thought for a moment, "Quite well, honestly, the physical enhancements have all been completed to the point that even if the creature didn't have a Strength Augmentation Quirk, it would still be far stronger than anyone at that school save for All Might," he said rather fondly as he continued on about the experiment, "Initially, I had planned to only integrate three separate Quirks, however, I thought that a few more couldn't hurt."

"My apprentice will be pleased to hear that," the master chuckled, "He's rather looking forward to commanding the beast."

The doctor smiled proudly, "As he should," the man said, "Along with the Hyper Regeneration, Shock Absorption, and Super Strength, I've also taken the liberty of integrating a variation of Spear-like Bones into the creature: Bone Claws." He grinned widely as he laughed, "Getting close to this creation of ours will be a tremendous mistake for any Heroes that dare to fight it."

A dark chuckle came from the screen, "Well, we did design this creature with All Might's death in mind," the master laughed, "Speaking of design, I was thinking of rewarding our little spy for his efforts at the entrance exams."

"Oho?" Said the doctor in a pleasant tone, "What did you have in mind?"

The screen crackled for a moment, "You are aware that the Navel Laser and Optic Blast Quirks are twin Quirks birthed from that Plasma Blast Quirk I obtained some time ago, are you not?"

The doctor chuckled, "But of course," he said, "The subject we extracted that particular Quirk from was rather..." the man trailed off on another round of soft laughter, "Shall we say more than a little perturbed about losing his powers." He said rather fondly.

"Wasn't he, though?" The master chuckled, "As you are aware, the original Quirk allowed the body to metabolize ambient energies such as gamma, x-rays, and stellar energies, into a powerful plasma blast that emanated from all sides of the body?"

Kyudai nodded, "Yes, quite a magnificent Quirk," he said, "As I remember, you had me make copies of it so that we could potentially reward our underlings." He looked at the screen curiously, "Your spy has a limited control over it, considering that little kickback you worked into it." He chuckled, "That truly was a cruel trick you played on the boy, especially after his parents begged you to help him."

"Oh, yes, I know," the master chuckled darkly, "But I really couldn't resist," he admitted with no hint of shame in his voice, "However, since the boy did so well in this first test, I thought about rewarding him with the original Quirk."

Kyudai gave the screen a frown, "Are you certain?" He asked, "Should he turn against us, that particular Quirk could prove quite the annoying thorn in the side."

The master chuckled gleefully, "I understand your concerns, my friend," the master said, "However, you must remember that not only do we have the boy's parents under constant surveillance...but the boy is also a sniveling coward."

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One Week After U.A.'s Entrance Exams...

"I'm telling you, Deku, the sooner we do this, the better!" Katsuki said with his arms crossed in front of his friend/rival. "You don't need to be a fucking baby about it!"

Even behind his ruby quartz glasses, the ashen blond could tell that the boy's eyes were watering to extreme levels. "Bu-But I've had them for years!" The verdette whined, "I can't just give them all up!"

Katsuki sighed in exasperation, "You want the bike, don't you?" He asked while his friend nodded slowly, "Auntie Inko doesn't have the money for it, so if you really want it, then you gotta bite the bullet and get the money yourself," he gestured around the room, "And that means selling your All Might merch!"

Izuku hit his knees, "I can't!" He threw his head back in despair, "It's all mint! First edition!"

"Valuable!" Katsuki yelled at him, rubbing his fingers together, "Worth a lot of money! Enough money to buy that bike!" He reached down and hoisted Izuku to his feet, "Now stop being a total bitch, and help me pack some of this shit up!"

"It's not shit, it's my treasure!" Izuku shouted back heatedly, starting up a whole new argument.

In the living room of the Midoriyas' little apartment, Inko and Mitsuki were listening with great amusement, "Wow," the ashen blonde woman chuckled, "To think that Li'l Izzie's seriously thinking about selling his All Might collection?" Her lip twitched as she saw her son with a box in his arms while Izuku, his glasses sitting on his face crookedly, was being dragged across the floor whilst holding onto one of Katsuki's leg (thank goodness he had his eyes closed). "I never thought I'd see the day!"

Inko nodded somewhat sadly, "I know, and I feel terrible about the reason he's doing it," she sighed whilst listening to her son's forlorn wails. "I mean this wouldn't be necessary if I had pushed for more money during the divorce."

"NO! NOT THAT!" Izuku suddenly roared, "THAT ALL MIGHT BUST IS ONLY ONE OF FIVE IN THE WORLD!"

"OH GET OVER IT YA PUSSY!" Katsuki roared back, "IT'S THE SAME STUFF THEY MAKE TOILETS OUT OF!"

"IT IS NOT!" Izuku yelled, completely outraged.

"BULLSHIT IT ISN'T!" Katsuki fired back, "NOW GIVE IT HERE!"

"NO-O-O-O!"

Mitsuki glanced at her friend, seeing her cheeks puffed out in silent laughter. "Terrible, huh?" The woman grinned at her friend while Inko shushed her, "I think it was pretty mature of him, though," she went on while their sons continued to argue back and forth about what to take, "I mean, sure, he could keep it, but what good is a bunch of posters, toys and whatnot going to do him?" She reasoned, "Now that motorcycle he's wanting, that's an investment!"

"Just so he doesn't have to take the train home when he wants to visit me," Inko said with a sniffle, "Oh, my baby boy really is leaving, isn't he?" Mitsuki reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table and plucked a few out for her, "This is so hard! Where did all the time go?" Inko blubbered before blowing her nose.

Mitsuki snorted, "I hear you, but I can't help but think of this as an opportunity," Inko looked at her curiously, "Well, think about it: after my brat was born, Masaru and I couldn't even think of having another kid since Katsuki's Quirk is so..." she trailed off, her thoughts bringing up bad memories of when her boy had hurt her nephew so badly, "Erm, ahem," she coughed, "Let's just say that we're starting to think about child number two." She gave a small mischievous grin at her friend, who giggled.

"It had better be a girl, this time," Inko said, "You were so disappointed when you found out Katsuki was going to be a boy."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes, "Thank god we picked out a unisex name," she muttered, "We spent months trying to think of a name for the ki before he popped out."

"NO! NOT THE TRADING CARDS!"

"HAND'EM OVER YA DAMN UBER NERD!"

"BUT THEY'RE GOLD LEAF!"

"WHO CARES?!"

Mitsuki hung her head as the boys' shouting rose in volume, "But instead of a beautiful little girl, I got saddled with that," she pointed her thumb in the direction of the arguing boys before raising her eyes to the ceiling, "Lord, if you're listening, please bless me with a baby girl!" She prayed while wiping a fake tear from her eye.

Inko giggled quietly, "Oh, come now, Katsuki's come a long way these last few years and you know it."

Mitsuki frowned at her, "Duck."

Inko ducked her head down just as an action figure sailed over her. "Well," the woman muttered as she straightened back up, "It's still an improvement."

"HEY! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE ACTION FIGURE!"

"YOU'RE TOO FUCKING OLD TO SLEEP WITH DOLLS!"

Mitsuki's brow rose as she looked from the fallen toy to the squabbling boys, "He's...just being a brat...right?" She asked as she pointed to the toy, "He doesn't really sleep with any of them, does he?"

Inko shook her head, "Oh, no, he hasn't done that in..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing.

Mitsuki snorted, "Had to think about that one, huh?"

The woman shook her head while rolling her eyes, "Honestly, I'd rather I caught him in bed with a girl," Inko muttered while the sounds of scuffling continued. She shook her head, "I swear, Mitsuki, it's been murder! That boy of mine is such a ninny around girls that I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be a grandmother!"

Mitsuki belted out a laugh, "Oh, I know what you mean!" She laughed holding onto her stomach, "My boy likes girls well enough, I can tell from all the magazines I found under his bed," Inko grimaced: she knew boys would be boys, but she nearly cried when she found a full body spread of Midnight tucked under her son's mattress. "But the only girls he would actually be interested in would be one that could literally kick his ass in a straight up brawl!"

"You know, I think I'd like to see that," Inko giggled goodnaturedly, "Little Katsu getting beaten up by a girl half his size!"

Both women laughed as said ashen blond boy came out of Izuku's room with several boxes in his arms, "DEKU I SWEAR TO GOD!" He snapped at the boy still clinging to his leg, "MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND! THE BIKE OR THIS USELESS JUNK!"

The boy looked up at him with tears streaming from under his lenses, "BUT THESE ARE MY TREASURES!" Izuku whined as he was dragged along toward the front door.

"I ALREADY SOLD MINE!" Katsuki reminded him, both boys being avid collectors of All Might memorabilia and Hero merchandise in general, the blond bomber had sold his collection the previous day when they had gotten their acceptance letters. Now he was all set to purchase his own motorcycle.

And he hadn't shed a tear. Not Katsuki Bakugo. Nope, not a single tear (Izuku would forever keep the picture of his best friend crying over his lost treasures).

Both women chuckled and giggled as the two boys bumbled their way to the front door. Katsuki was extremely determined to even up to score of them selling the merchandise at this point, and there was nothing that was going to stop him since both boys had agreed to sell their collections. But as he reached for and opened the door, it was to find their blond-haired trainer standing on the other side, his hand raised poised to knock.

"Oh," the man said in a jovial tone, "Perfect timing, Young Bakugo!"

Katsuki's sneered turned into a friendly (for him) grin, "Oh, hey, Yagi!"

The man nodded at the greeting before he was startled by Izuku from his spot on the floor, "Mr. Yagi!" The boy yelled tearfully.

"Whoa'kay, Young Midoriya is on the floor!" Yelped the man as he stumbled back, "Er, why is Young Midoriya on the floor?" He asked Katsuki, more calmly this time.

"Kacchan's making me sell all of my treasures!" Izuku wailed as Katsuki looked down at him with disgust, "Please! Make him stop! I don't need the bike!"

A vein pulsed on the ashen blond's head, "Oh, no you don't!" He snapped, barging passed their trainer whilst dragging the sobbing teen along, "I had to sell mine! You're gonna sell yours!"

Toshinori chuckled as the pair vacated the complex, and let himself in. "I always seem to catch this little home in an uproar," he said by way of greeting to the two women, "What was that all about, anyway?"

Mitsuki just chuckled while Inko's face visibly brightened when she saw the man, "Oh, the boys had their eyes on a couple of beat up motorcycles," the blond woman explained flippantly, "And poor little Izuku went on one of his muttering sprees and suggested selling off some of their collectables...or all of them in my boy's case, so of course he wanted to keep things fair between them and...convinced Izuku to sell his, too."

"Convinced is a very strong word at this point, Mitsuki," Inko giggled as she invited the man to sit with them, "It was all fine and dandy when Katsuki sold his things the other day, but my poor boy went completely bonkers as soon as they started boxing things up!"

Toshinori had a good laugh at that while he seated himself, "I can't imagine a huge fanboy like him wanting to sell off any merchandise like that," he chortled, "Anyway, I wanted to drop by today and let you know that the boys can start moving into the dorms as early as today!"

"What?!" Inko squawked forlornly, "So soon?!"

Toshinori looked to Mitsuki for an answer, and the woman shook her head with a shrug, "No looking forward to having an empty nest."

"Ah," the man nodded before turning his attention back to the petite woman, "Never fear, Ms. Midoriya, Izuku will surely visit you as often as he can!"

Mitsuki nodded, "If for nothing else than to have his favorite meal prepared," she grinned while Inko glared at her.

エックスメン

Yaoyorozu Estate...

Momo was absolutely giddy with excitement as she packed the few belongings that she wished to bring with her to U.A. Finally...Finally she would be free of her stifling life in her family's mansion! Of course, she couldn't let such happiness show in front of her family maids or butlers, no. They would more certain inform her father of her elation and eagerness to get away from him.

"Young Miss," one of said employees said from the door, not even bothering to knock, "The furniture that you requested be moved to the dorms has been transported." The maid said with a bow.

"Thank you, Sakurai," the young woman said in her false tone, "Have my luggage transported next." She then instructed, "I wish to familiarize myself with the school and its curriculum as soon as possible."

"At once, Young Miss," the maid clicked her fingers, prompting to young men in black attire to attend to Momo's luggage. "Also, Young Miss, the master wishes to speak with you before your departure."

Momo suppressed a feeling of dread, "I will see him now, then," she said and followed the maid out of her room.

As they walked along the halls of the huge mansion she had called home for the last fourteen years, she felt no remorse in the thought of leaving it behind. How could she? She was as much a prisoner in her own home than she would be at Tartarus.

The maid opened the door for her, announcing her to her father as she entered his study. As always, she found him sitting at his desk, pen in hand, signing away on one document after another. He looked up at her as she entered, "Ah, good, you've come," he gestured to the seat in front of his desk where she quickly and gracefully sat, "I'm told that you wish to leave this evening to familiarize yourself with the campus and its inner workings?"

"I thought it prudent, Father," the girl said in a flat tone, "However, if you wish for me to delay my departure...?"

Her father shook his head, "It is of no consequence," he said dismissively, "However, I must remind you to conduct yourself properly as befits a member of this house."

"Of course, Father," Momo nodded.

Her father looked up from his documents, and placed his pen down, "Make no mistake, dear daughter," his eyes were cold and dark, "I have spared no expense for your education. And U.A., while hailed as the finest educational facility in the country, is not my first choice for you."

"I understand, Father," she replied, fear of his change of heart rising in her chest.

Her father continued speaking, "Yes, as you should, however, this is business it requires that you attend that ridiculous Hero School," he laced his fingers together and sat back in his chair, "And while I find the business itself somewhat distasteful, I would remind you that your efforts to sway the Todoroki boy will have to be exemplary. I will not have that second-rate Hero ruffian looking down on us."

Momo's brow creased in determination, "Of course not, Father," she said, not willing to let the giant of a man see her in an unfavorable light...for a while. "Father, could I pose a question?"

"Which is?" Her father inclined his head.

"Do you not care for the Heroic profession?" She asked with a straight face while the man's eye gave a barely noticeable twitch. "Forgive me if the question is out of line, however you've been in a foul mood whenever you bring up Endeavor, or any of his colleagues.

Isshin furrowed his brow, "I care very little either way, as it so happens," he said with a lift of his shoulders, "Though, as you know, Heroes can be an irritation for some of our family business ventures, they are merely an annoyance that can be easily rectified by lining the proper pockets."

Momo made a mental note to remember which Heroes her father had in his pockets when she had the chance. It would be good for her to have some form of information on them if she needed it.

"I see," Momo nodded in understanding, "As we are speaking of my betrothed," she went on with a small look of distaste that she knew her father would forgive, "What if he should remain disinterested in me?"

Isshin shared her look of distaste, "I have been assured that his disinterest will not be a problem when the time comes," he said with assurance that made Momo's stomach drop, "He will perform his duties without difficulties...though if he is violent toward you - "

Momo's eyes hardened with pure malice, "He will not remain a man for very long."

Isshin seemed pleased with her answer, "That should go without saying." He said with approval. "Now, as you are about to embark, I will only remind you to remember your manners, and mind your grades." He said with a hint of warning, "Just because you are in the Hero Course does not mean you should neglect your other studies. U.A's Business Course is the best in the country after all, and should this business venture of mine not pan out, that course should be open to you."

Momo rose with determination and bowed, "I will not fail you, Father."

"I'm certain that you will not," her father said, dismissing her. She turned and started out of the room, "Oh, and Momo?" She turned, "Stay away from that Tokage girl," he cautioned her, "That child is obviously a bad influence, and I will not have her actions taint your time in that school."

Momo offered him a smile, "Of course not, Father," she said, tongue in cheek, "I shall not let anyone divert me from our family's goals."

エックスメン

Jakku Hospital...

"Now you're going to feel a minor amount of discomfort as the Quirk takes root, young man," Kyudai said to the prone boy strapped to the examination table, "But that should only last for half an hour or so."

"Bien sûr, monsieur," the young man said through grit teeth, "I cannot thank you enough for ridding me of that horrible sideffect my dazzling beams caused." He said with true gratitude, "I truly did not expect mon bienfaiteur to be so pleased with my recent work."

The doctor chuckled, "Oh, but he was quite pleased," he said jovially, "And he is looking forward to your continued cooperation during the next phase of our plans."

"Mais bien sur," the boy said, "Are my maman and papa doing well?"

The doctor smiled at his worry, "Oh, they are quite enjoying their stay, my dear boy, make no mistake," he leaned down over the boy with a sneering smile coming to his lips, "But do keep in mind, dear boy, mistakes are what decide if your parents continue to enjoy my master's hospitality."

The boy shivered, "O-oui monsieur," he mumbled fearfully, "What is to be my next assignment?"

The doctor straightened and plucked at his mustache, "We will contact you concerning that once your classes start," he informed the young man, "Though you should try not to draw too much attention to yourself," he said with a hint of caution in his tone, "It wouldn't do for you to be pinned as a spy, would it, Mister Aoyama?"

"Non, it would not," Aoyama said, defiant tears coming to his eyes as he silently vowed to free his parents...somehow.

エックスメン

U.A. High School Conference Room Several Hours Later...

As per usual, Principal Nezu, the creature that could be a mouse, a dog, or a small bear, was seated at the head of the table while conducting a meeting with the faculty concerning the upcoming term, and the arrivals of the newest round of first year students. The two teachers that he was directing most of his attention to were Shouta Aizawa, and Sekijiro Kan, the homeroom teachers for classes 1-A and 1-B respectively.

"I've gone over the list of students you've requested for this coming year," the mammal said, a stern look on his furry face, "Is there any particular reason that I've found a request for Izuku Midoriya in both of your files?"

Kan shrugged his large shoulders, "I took a liking to the kid," he said by way of explanation, "From what I was told, and my short interactions with him, the young man seems to have a pretty good head on his shoulders and he's sharp as a whip to boot."

"I've grown rather fond of him myself," Nezu relented with a small nod, "But what makes you want him in your class?"

The Blood Hero say back with a sigh, "Truthfully, I wanna see what I can do with his combat prowess," the man sighed, "Don't get me wrong, that Quirk of his is powerful, more's the pity that it seems uncontrollable without those glasses Majima made for him," he looked at the Support Course teacher, "Nice work on those, by the way."

Power Loader nodded his head, "Thanks," he said with a hint of pride in his voice, "I'm just glad my hunch was right about the ruby quartz."

Kan cleared his throat, "Right, well, needless to say," he went on, "With that much power stored up in his body, and with how much he's capable of releasing, I thought my brand of combat might help him when using his Quirk is too dangerous."

Nezu gave a small nod, "Understandable, yet Aizawa could easily do the same with him in his own class," the mammal pointed out, "Is there anything else you would like to add to your explanation?"

"Other than the fact that I think the boy's too timid for Aizawa's hazing tactics?" The man asked with a thumb pointed in the scruffy teacher's direction. "I want this kid to do well, Nezu, and I'm worried that if Aizawa gets him, he'll be too harsh with the boy."

Aizawa looked at the man, "I don't believe in coddling my students, Vlad."

"I don't, either, Eraser," Kan shook his head, with a gestured toward him, "But when was the last time that a class, let alone a single student survived your hazing?" He demanded, "There will be no 2-A class this year, thanks to you." He reminded the man.

Aizawa shrugged, "If they're not worth training, then it's irrational to have them at this school at all."

Kan frowned at him, "You do realize that two out of the twenty students we are allotted with have been recommended, don't you?" He demanded, "Whether you think the rest of your students are worth training or not, at least those two students alone should be immune to your hard-handed methods!"

"And this kid we're arguing over isn't even one of them," Aizawa pointed out, taking the folder in front of him, "As I see things it shouldn't matter if these students were recommended or not, because I refuse to show favoritism to any one student in my class."

"I'm not asking you to show favoritism, Eraser, I'm asking to act like a proper teacher!" Kan snapped, "This kid has a bright future ahead of him, but if he's put into your class - "

Nezu raised his paw, "Gentlemen, please," the mammal said in a soft tone, "If you two continue on like this, we may never get anything done!" He looked toward Aizawa, "Of the list of students that you have made, how many of them suit your standards?"

The man grumbled as he picked up and opened his folder, "Honestly, all of them have some form of potential," he muttered, "However, some of them seem too entitled to me." He flipped the page open to Izuku's file, "It says here that Midoriya's Quirk has been actively gathering up solar energy for the passed ten years before it was able to be of use," he muttered while gesturing with the file, "If his Quirk has a limit to how much energy that his body can safely contain, then there's a chance that he could empty his reserves out and lose all of that energy if he overuses his Quirk."

"And that's justification for putting a target on his back?" Kan demanded.

Aizawa frowned at him, "What if he uses up all of his stored power, and it takes another ten years for him to gain enough to use it again?" He countered, "Think about it, Vlad, if his body acts like a battery, then eventually that power is going to run out."

"It's a valid concern," Nezu put in, "However, while we don't know if Mr. Midoriya's Quirk has a limit to how much power he can unleash, that certainly doesn't mean that he's beyond help," the mammal reminded the scruffy teacher before looking at the newest member of his staff, "Toshinori, you've been training the boy for several months now." He said to the skeletal blond, "What are you takes on his capabilities?"

Toshinori sat back in his chair, thinking for a moment, "In all fairness, I wouldn't count the boy out even if his powers did run dry," he said, "There's also the fact that he doesn't use his Quirk at full force often," he looked toward the scruffy teacher with a harsh glare, "I know you want your students to go all out in your tests, but doing so with Young Midoriya, I think will only result in massive damage."

"Right, the kid's packing a bazooka behind those eyes of his," Kan reminded them all, "I realize that you think he's not ready to be put into a Hero Course, Eraser, but leaving him out in the cold like you always do would only make him a bigger target for anyone that wanted to make use of the kid's Quirk."

"Besides," Nemuri Kayama put in with a small gesture toward the two teachers, "You saw how he fought during the exams," she reminded the teacher, "While I don't know what you're looking for in order to ascertain his level of control, I saw some of those beams of his curve, almost as if he was controlling them."

Cementos nodded in agreement, "There were also a few moments when I saw him make shots with those beams that should have been impossible." He went on as he recalled watching the boy with fascination, "His beams seem to be able to ricochet off of any surface, reflective or otherwise."

"That is something we discovered later in his training," Toshinori put in, "His Quirk can bounce off of nearly anything in order to hit a target." He chuckled, "After he discovered that little skill, he honed it to extreme levels." The other teachers looked at him curiously, "What I mean to say is that he's gained an extreme form of spacial awareness. He can see his surroundings, and immediately be able to tell how he can use his Quirk on a target, even if he doesn't have a clear line of sight."

Kan frowned, "He's going to go far," he growled with a sour look in Aizawa's direction, "Provided that he is allowed to attend this school."

Nezu chuckled, "If you're worried about Aizawa expelling him on the first day as he did with his previous class, then please don't," Aizawa jumped a little as the mammal's piercing black eyes landed on him, "Due to the backlash we received from not only the media, but also the H.P.S.C., if any students are to be expelled from this school, you must come to me well in advance, and even then I intend to see that the student in question be given a chance to improve before any final decisions are made this time around."

"I thought that I was allowed to run my class as I saw fit," Aizawa frowned at the principal.

"And you are," Nezu sai with a softer tone, "However, you must remember that tactics such as yours can easily be seen as negative in the eyes of others," he reminded the man, "Keep in mind that this school, while it is hailed as the best Hero School in the country, if not the world, we have much to worry about." He continued as he regarded the teachers, "The R-Rated Heroine, Midnight, known for her necessary displays of nudity while using her Quirk in her early days as a Heroine, has long been a sour point for many that wish their children to be taught here."

"I don't mind it," Midnight smiled with a flippant wave of her hand, "At the end of the day, I just want to make sure my students are well educated."

Nezu nodded, "And they are," he smiled at her, "And then there's you, Mr. Aizawa," the man frowned beneath his scarf, "You're practically unknown to world, which is, as I understand, how you like it, but that coupled with the fact that your teaching habits seem harsh, and lazy at times, give this school more than enough problems."

"Which is why you're telling me not to expel any students," the man sighed, "Alright, fine, I won't just kick them out," he said before giving the mammal a harsh glare, "But so help me if any one of them proves me right, they are out of this school, and banned from ever attempting to enroll in another."

Nezu sighed but reluctantly agreed, "Fine. Now then, there's something I'd like to bring up with you about the students from the recommendation exams." He pulled out two photos from his vest, "Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki," he looked at Aizawa, "I realize that they are both in your class, Aizawa, but I would prefer to have them separated."

"Any reason why?" The man asked curiously.

"Indeed," the mammal said, "Their fathers have arranged a match between the two of them, and I've noticed from my interactions with the two of them that neither seem keen on the idea."

The scruffy teacher just shrugged, "Arranged marriages may be old fashioned," he said, "But they are hardly unheard of when it comes to wealthy families."

"And it's not like this is a Quirk Marriage," Kan put in, "If it were, then I think that Endeavor at least would have picked a partner with a more compatible Quirk for his son." He said thoughtfully, "For example, since his son uses both fire and ice, a partner with telekinetic abilities would have been better than Miss Yaoyorozu."

"Yes, you are quite right, Vlad," Nezu said, "However, I still think that one of these students should be in your class, Vlad," he continued, "While I don't think that they will cause harm to each other, I would rather not take the chance of any altercations in or out of the classrooms."

Kan and Aizawa looked at each other, "I want Todoroki." Kan said.

"Alright, but that gives you three students that were recommended," the man said, "In exchange, give me...how about that Tokage girl?" He asked, remembering how well she had performed in the tests.

Kan gave short nod, "Sounds like a fair trade."

"These are students, not trading cards," Snipe muttered from where he was sitting, "Still, you sure it's gonna be alright to have them in separate classes?" The steampunk cowboy themed Hero asked.

"If you're asking if separating them will cause issues with the parents," Nezu said, "Then I have very little doubt that it will. However, I have my ways of getting around it." He rose from his chair, "Now then, let us prepare to welcome our new students," he said cheerfully, "As I understand it, Miss Yaoyorozu has already begun moving into the 1-A dorm. What an eager young lady!"

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Author's Notes: I left plenty of easter eggs in this chapter for you all to find, and I hope you enjoy them, amigos! Now, I didn't like that Aoyama was the spy all along and didn't have very many rolls to play other than the...sparkling personality...in this fic he will have a much broader roll. Also, how many of you guys hate Momo's papi at this point? Show of hands.

Also, hoping very much you like the comedy routine with Izuku and Katsuki, I figured that both of them being Hero fans, they'd both be huge wine bags about their collections (if cannon Katsuki had one) when it came to potentially selling it all off. Si, both boys are going to get motorcycles...for reasons yet to be written.

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