Hi y'all! After having binged the BNHA manga for four days straight, from start to finish, I decided that I would write a story of my own to contribute to the fandom. While reading the manga, certain questions came to mind . . .

Did Aizawa-sensei ever have a crush in high school? Did he even entertain the thought of one?

What if Endeavor had a rival growing up? Like someone that was around his age, was in the same grade (maybe even the same class?), and powerful enough to warrant such competition. Particularly not All Might, but someone that was at his level of combat, and who could command respect in a way that even he couldn't deny?

What if there was a Hero family that, well, actually tried to go against the grain and act like a typical family, even with their own share of internal issues? Like, they try to act normal, but due to their high pedigree, history of quirks, and popularity in society, normalcy is a hard thing for them to maintain?

Anyway, this piece will try to explore these questions and ideas, as well as involve the Hero families of BNHA a little more, mainly the Todorokis and Yaoyorozus (well, it'll try to. That counts right?) while also exploring my own original Hero family, the Onizakis. I'm also throwing in some Shouta Aizawa into the mix, simply because I love that man, and that love will never stop. (I'm a bit ambitious. I must admit.)

This story will follow the original, canon storyline, but with my twists to it, so don't worry, Izuku and Co. are coming along for the ride. (Phew) However, this is going to be a multi pairing story, mainly AizawaxOC, ShoutoxOC, and MomoxOC, with some others here and there. So, without further ado, let's get this story started with the prologue.

Let's get a bit into Aizawa's past, shall we?


Prologue - Interest

15 Years Ago

"I can barely keep my eyes open, and I'm probably opening myself to a lot of pain and embarrassment if I make it far enough . . . What the hell am I getting myself into?"

That was the first thing that popped into the tired mind of fifteen-year-old Shouta Aizawa as he looked up at the huge, glass building standing before him. It would be his home away from home for the next three years of his young, adolescent life.

The building wasn't just a building. It was a symbol, a beacon, a long-standing icon for a major component of the world today: heroism . . .

. . . And now he was a part of it, whether he liked it or not.

Shouta could have easily taken the regular high school examinations, and with a logical mind like his, he could have been accepted to a couple of the good schools Japan had to offer.

But no, he didn't choose the typical path.

For some reason that even he couldn't figure out, he didn't want to settle with normalcy.

He went for the atypical one. . .

He went for the path of heroes.

And it was going to start here, at the building he was standing in front of right now.

U.A. High School.

The U.A. High School.

The number one school for heroes in the country, and one of the best in the entire world.

Yeah, he could have easily made some of the other hero schools his top choice, but something in him (his innate heroic side maybe?) made him pick U.A. first.

Examination day came and went, and Shouta had to admit that he had a little luck was on his side that day. For the longest time, U.A. had used a thorough, two-part entrance exam to test those that weren't part of the recommended group, but starting the year after his, the test would be shortened and more streamlined, a suggestion made by an influential, outside group who thought that the students shouldn't be going through such a 'bulky, high-risk' test.

Aizawa immediately thought that reasoning was bullshit.

The written part was standard issue, but the practical was different. Each department in the school had their own practical they tested the kids on, and the students were allowed to take the practical of their choice for said department.

Most chose the practical for the hero course.

That was the main point in going to U.A. after all right? If you're not trying to be a hero, what's the point of going to U.A. in the first place?

However, not everyone could make it in, and the practical for the Hero course had a history of being the hardest in the entire school. So hard in fact, that it actually had three tests in one.

A combat test, a search and rescue test, and a test on teamwork.

The combat test was the most straightforward: take down robots to accumulate as many points as possible. The search and rescue test had the students look for planted dummies in a wrecked city simulation - the fact that U.A. even had the space to have the replica of an entire city built on their premises still stunning Shouta to this day - and rescue them to accumulate points. Finally, the teamwork test put the students in groups of five to go against heroes that volunteered to act as villains, including some of the U.A staff.

The latter still made Aizawa grimace, mainly because the group he got stuck with were mostly in it for themselves and didn't realize the true point of the test until he had to point it out to them close to the end. They managed to catch their 'villain', but from that instance alone, Aizawa hoped that the people he was paired with didn't make it in.

Yes, sometimes even he can get petty.

Each test was out of 100, making the total possible number that the students could get 300. Shouta had no idea what score he got, but he wouldn't deny that he was a little relieved to see the large white envelope with the U.A. insignia printed on the front waiting for him in his mailbox.

And now here he was, weeks later, standing in front of the building, currently questioning his life choices.

"Again, what the hell am I getting myself into?" he thought again, as if his already tired mind would somehow give him the answer if he just repeated the question.

Yeah, his brain was being no help on that front.

Taking in a deep breath, Aizawa joined his fellow students as they made their way into the building, following the throng until they reached the school's auditorium up on the second floor. He was never one for long-winded ceremonies since he always saw them as repetitive, a waste of time, and a complete pain in the ass. To him, they were simply distractions from better things to do, like sleep, which sounded mighty fine to him at the moment.

He was searching the room for a spot that was as far away from the main stage as humanly possible when he spotted a hand waving frantically nearby, almost desperate for attention. He almost scowled at it, but when he realized it was his friend Yamada who was doing the waving, he sighed in defeat, knowing that his friend wouldn't rest until he acknowledged him.

"Took you long enough to get here Shouta!" Hizashi cried as Aizawa slipped into the seat on his right, somehow managing not to yell the black-haired teen's head off in the process. "You did set your alarm clock for once right?"

"Who needs an alarm clock when I have a living loudspeaker as a friend constantly texting me wake up messages every five seconds till I answer?" Aizawa replied with a tired gaze as he rested his head on the desk. "Seriously though. 14 is just overkill."

"I was just trying to make sure you weren't late for your first day my man! I wouldn't have sent you all those messages if you just answered immediately. You only did answer right before I was going to send Number 15 anyway. . . Technically, this is on you." Hizashi replied with an unapologetic grin as he pointed in his direction.

Sometimes Shouta really wondered how they ended up being best friends despite their clashing personalities.

"How long do you think this 'welcome ceremony' is supposed to last anyway?"

"When is it supposed to start again?"

"8:30 on the dot. That's what the letter said." said Hizashi before pulling his acceptance letter out of his jacket pocket to recheck the info.

"That's still one minute too long."

"Really Shouta?!"

"What?" the teen grumbled as he looked up at his blonde friend. "You know I'm not a fan of these kinds of things. Why waste our time making us sit and listen to a whole bunch of spiel you know they recycle every year with each new class, when we could already be upstairs trying to get this day over with?"

"You really want to crawl back into bed already don't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" Aizawa's sarcasm was thick as the lights began to darken. "Oh, I guess they're starting now."

". . . Just sleep for now killjoy! I'll wake you up when it's over and tell you everything afterward," Hizashi suggested as he turned to face the stage. It was moments like these where Shouta appreciated that Hizashi was his best friend. "But I'm warning you now: if one of the staff members calls you out for sleeping, I'm gonna pretend we don't know each other."

"Deal!" Aizawa mumbled before slamming his head into the desk, his hair somehow cushioning the hit. He was quick to fall into a deep sleep, enjoying his temporary rest till he felt his shoulder being forcibly shaken. When he groggily looked up, Hizashi was looking down at him with a smirk on his face as students all around them were leaving, likely heading to their classrooms. "What'd I miss?"

"Not much. Same old, same old . . . Just like you predicted oh Sleepy One," he said with a shrug as the two made their exit. "However, the principal did say the school was doing something different this year for us first years."

"What is it?"

"Apparently, the staff managed to convince some of the upperclassmen to sign up to serve as mentors for us. There's supposed to be one assigned to each class."

"How nice . . ." Aizawa mumbled as the two made their way to homeroom. When they finally reached the room for Class 1-A, both took a second to look up at the huge door that stood in front of them; it had to be at least three times the size of a standard regulation one.

"Damn, the students that must have walked through here before us must have been huuuuuge!" Hizashi whistled as Shouta went ahead, simply so he could find his desk quick enough to get some more z's before the teacher came in. The room was already packed with the rest of their classmates when he opened the door, most of them chatting with those seated closest to them.

There were only two empty seats available, the last ones of the two rows in the middle. Shouta was assigned the seat on the right while Hizashi sat on his left, and while Hizashi was quick to strike up a conversation with the raven-haired girl on his left, Aizawa put his backpack on his desk, dropped his head onto it, and tried to tune out the world.

"This should be an interesting three years. . ." he thought, waiting for sleep to come whisk him away. From what he saw so far, his class was an eclectic bunch, with some there for noble reasons while others were more in it for the fame and riches.

He was quick to not like those guys.

Aizawa was never a fan of the heroes that actively sought the spotlight. He thought they were just being openly vain with themselves and gave a bad name to what it truly meant to be a hero in the first place. It was people like them that influenced his very cynical attitude on that front.

However, there was a bright side to the dislike. It led Aizawa to realize that he was much more of an in-the-shadows kind of guy, seeing himself in the future as one of those underground heroes that worked more in the background and actively shunned the media's attention.

Yeah, that was a life he was fine with living.

Swoosh-SNAP

The loud sound startled Shouta out of his musings, and he sat up in time to see his teacher, a middle-aged woman in a dark green bodysuit, with a matching domino mask, black boots and black gloves, step into the room. Her dark green eyes scanned the now-quiet room slowly, making sure nothing was out of place before stepping to the podium.

"Good morning everyone! I'm your teacher, Ms. Takabana, and if some of you guys have seen me on TV, then you know me by my hero name: The Tree Hero: Arbor Girl. It's a pleasure to meet you all . . . Now then, before I get into the usual speech about how U.A. High will shape you as individuals and as heroes during your time here and all the other good stuff, there's someone I would like you all to meet. Come on in please!"

Everyone's eyes turned to see the door sliding open to reveal the latest arrival, the quiet room somehow getting quieter as they did. From awe or wariness or some other emotion, no one could really guess.

"Shouta, I think we lucked out this year on the mentor lottery . . ." Hizashi excitedly whispered as he tried to keep his eyes from going up and down the girl's body. "She's a hottie! Don't you agree?!"

Aizawa just kept quiet, watching as the new girl stepped into the room and slid the door closed behind her. Internally, he was agreeing with Hizashi. She was hot, but he wouldn't describe her as just that.

To him, she was . . . well, breathtakingly beautiful. He wouldn't admit it though, and you couldn't tell he was thinking it by looking at the bored expression he had on his face, but he was definitely thinking it.

The girl had long whitish-blonde hair with a light red streak running down the left side of her face, dark red eyes set in a poignant glare that reminded him of garnets, and a body that looked willowy lean at first glance, but people with better eyes knew that it was a tone, limber one that was possibly capable of many feats of combat. She was tall enough, probably 5'8, and walked with a confidence that screamed "I look dainty, but I'll fuck you up if you try me!"

It wasn't just her physical appearance that intrigued Aizawa though. It was the aura she possessed. It was strong, dark, and it gave her a mysteriousness that the most aloof of people wished they had. (It was actually making Shouta a little jealous.) In a way, it was as if she was subtly warning people that there was something hidden underneath the pretty face, and for all Aizawa knew, that may very well be the case.

All he knew for certain was that this girl was the first person to intrigue him so thoroughly since Yamada befriended him back in middle school.

"I'm sure you all remember the principal telling you all about how this year, each freshman class is going to have an upperclassman as a mentor. Kinda like a big brother, big sister kinda thing."

Shota didn't remember it since he slept through it all, but he nodded like everyone else.

"Well, here's your big sister everyone!" Takabana-sensei replied with a cheerfulness that surprised a few in the room. "She'll be joining you during every homeroom hour as well as some of your hero classes on certain afternoons. . . The floor is yours Shizuna."

"Thank you, Takabana-sensei!"

"Oh kami, even her voice is hot!" Hizashi cried out, unable to stop himself from commenting on the husky smoothness that was Shizuna's voice.

Aizawa could only wince as he heard his friend slap his hand over his mouth, realizing too late that he had said that line out loud. A few - mainly the girls - laughed at his expense, but most managed to stay silent, either because they silently agreed with Hizashi, or because they were still staring at Shizuna with varying awed, love struck, and puppy dog looks on their faces.

And yeah, she noticed the faces, but her face was so stoic that Shouta couldn't tell how she really felt about them, which was putting him a little on edge.

Not in an 'I'm in some kind of danger and I need to run' kind of way; more like a 'I'm nervous because I'm in the presence of a beautiful girl who could likely kick my ass' kind of way.

"To the blonde kid wearing the sunglasses in the back that said that, I appreciate the compliment. However, if you want to make sure no eyes are suddenly on you because you believe you just said something embarrassing, my advice? Keep them opinions locked up tight! Don't let them slip from your noggin okay?" she said, pointing to her head like she was pointing a gun. "Got it?"

"Advice noted!" Hizashi called with a nod. He quickly took a notepad out of his backpack, scribbled down a few words, and showed them to Shouta, who frowned before turning away.

"'At least she talked to me'. . . Really Hizashi?" Aizawa thought, really wishing he had a telepathy quirk right now, just so he could yell at his sometimes-insufferable best friend.

"Anyway, hello everyone! My name is Shizuna Onizaki. I'm a second-year student, and your mentor for the year. It's nice to meet you all!"

Her last name gave everyone pause, and if it weren't for Takabana-sensei giving them all a stern glare, the room would have exploded into a whisper fit. The Onizakis were one of the most prominent hero families in Japan, right up there with the Todoroki and Yaoyorozu Clans. As of now, the heiress of the Onizaki family was already making a name for herself in the hero business, complete with a budding rivalry with the new head of the Todorokis.

However, their Quirk history was quite different compared to the other two clans. While the Todorokis were known for their fire and the Yaoyorozus were known for creating anything they set their mind too (with practice of course), the Onizakis were known for their more hybrid-like nature.

In the beginning of the clan's history, the first clan head had a powerful water quirk, while his bride had a powerful transformation quirk. Usually when a quirked couple got married, either the stronger of their two quirks was passed down to the next generation in a stronger form, or the resulting quirk was a combination of the two, but it wasn't the case for them. Both their quirks were very dominant in nature, which led to their resulting children either inheriting a version of their mom's quirk or their dad's. No one would inherit both until their third daughter revealed that she did four years after she was born.

The Onizakis were also notable (sometimes notorious) for marrying people whose quirks were based on one of the elements, and as time went on, members of the family would inherit either a variant of an element, transformation, or a mixture of both. Hybrids were a rarity in the family though, with one not being born in the clan for the past three generations.

"Judging from the looks I'm getting, I see that you're all quite familiar with my family name. Just because it's the first day and I want to be nice, I'll end the suspense for you now. No, I don't have an element quirk like my older sisters do. I'm part of the family that inherited a form of our noted transformation quirk. However, I don't use it much if I can help it. . . You're more likely to see me use hand-to-hand or my trusty katana before I actually do."

And Aizawa was intrigued a little more . . . still didn't show it though.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, why don't you use your quirk that much?" a brunette boy with shark-like teeth asked from the first row.

"Because I'm not a fan of using my quirk right from the beginning, like how most of the heroes today do these days," Shizuna replied as she crossed her arms. "I believe that the more times you use your quirk, the more times villains can see it. Thus, giving them more of an opportunity to counter them or figure out some way to overcome them. . . If I see that the situation doesn't need the use of a quirk to solve it, then I won't use mine. If the situation becomes direr, then I'll use it, but until that time comes, I'm fighting with either my hands or a blade."

"That's some decent judgement right there." Aizawa thought, feeling a newfound respect build for the older girl. He was also one of the few who thought there was too much of an increase of heroes overusing their quirks. They were becoming overspecialized on that front, neglecting to hone up on other skills that would help them in battle, or figure out ways to ensure that the villain couldn't counter their quirk. Granted, Aizawa knew he would have to hone his hand-to-hand combat skills as well simply out of pure necessity, but still, it was nice to see that there was someone else on his wavelength.

"Hmm, what she just said . . . It reminds me of someone I know." Hizashi whispered Aizawa's way, his glare poignant despite the sunglasses he wore. Shouta ignored him, preferring to pay attention to the girl as she continued her speech. It was the first time in a long time he really paid attention in class, somehow staying awake for the entirety of homeroom. When she left once the hour was up, he was a tad upset to see her go, but knowing that she was coming back tomorrow, well . . . he was looking forward to it.

"So, what do you think of her?" Hizashi asked, whispering low so Takabana-sensei couldn't hear him. "I think she's hot."

"Of course, you would say that. You were the one that admitted her voice was hot for the entire class to hear after all," Aizawa mumbled. "To be honest, I think she's actually one of the more reasonable people we'll ever find in this school."

". . . Yeah, you think she's hot too."

"I never said that!"

"No, but you were at least thinking it," Hizashi countered with an even bigger grin. "For crying out loud, I haven't seen you this wide awake in class since Health last year!"

"Don't remind me. I'm still trying to wipe that out of my memory," Aizawa grumbled as the history teacher, an older gentleman with a well-trimmed handlebar moustache dressed in a suit that reminded him of a penguin, walked in with some books tucked under his arm. "I can still hear the baby's screams."

"Sorry, but still. It's been a long while since I've seen you so interested in class Shouta. You ok?"

"I'm fine." Aizawa bluntly stated as he looked forward, now feeling tired again all of a sudden. He had to admit that Hizashi had a point. It had been a while since he was so awake in school, but he would never admit that Shizuna peaked his interest, simply because Hizashi would rib him about it for the rest of their high school lives, and probably their hero lives too. He would simply keep that tidbit to himself, his own personal secret.


Present: One month before the U.A. Entrance Exam

The U.A. High School staff room was quiet, with teachers not on duty catching up on work, updating lesson plans, or simply enjoying the reprieve they earned before having to go back to their respective classes. One teacher that didn't have to do any of those things was the now 30-year-old Shouta Aizawa, now known as Eraser Head.

Becoming the Erasure Hero soon after graduating from U.A, Aizawa eventually garnered a reputation as one of the top underground heroes in the country. However, it seemed he could never escape his high school for long, with a teaching offer eventually coming his way after just a few years of hero work. He had planned to decline it, but thanks to some convincing by Hizashi and Nemuri - who were both offered and accepted teaching positions as well - he decided to accept. Aizawa never thought he would like the gig, but after a while, the job grew on him, and he never had any thoughts of leaving it since his first few months. . . .

. . . Well, not any long-standing ones at least.

"MORNING SHOUTA!"

Aizawa looked up from the cup of coffee he was mulling over to see Hizashi - who most of the public now knew as the Voice Hero: Present Mic - walking in with a big grin on his face and a book in hand. Shouta simply nodded as he went back to his drink, his face half covered by the gray scarf he always wore around his neck.

It was both his comfort and his weapon.

"Still thinking over your lesson plans for your next set of first years?" Mic asked as he plopped down in the seat across from his longtime friend.

"Why should I since I never used my last set in the first place?"

"You mean the ones you created for your last class? The class you expelled after one day because they didn't meet your notoriously high standards?"

"Exactly; none of those kids proved that they had what it took to be a hero. Most of them were in it for the money anyway," Shouta grumbled as he finished the last of his cup. "Those plans are practically brand new. I'll use those, with some alteration here and there if this new batch of students prove to be worth it."

"How can you be so justified, yet so cruel at the same time?"

"It's a gift," Shouta mumbled as the school's resident 18+ hero walked into the room. "Let's just hope this new batch isn't a pain in my ass like the last set. I honestly don't want to break my record this year."

"Give those guys a chance first before you start dragging them down. Who knows? Maybe this year you'll finally have a breakthrough and won't have to expel anyone this time around." Hizashi advised as Midnight sat beside him. "Hey Nemuri! Had a good night?"

"You know it!" she told him with an excited grin that was bordering on scandalous. She was one of the more provocative heroes out there at the moment, and she reveled in it, much to everyone's chagrin. "Anyway, have you heard the news about the new staff members joining the crew?"

"We're getting new staff members?" Present Mic asked, looking absolutely shocked. Midnight looked genuinely amazed at Mic's lack of awareness while Aizawa simply shook his head. He knew his friend was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for, but sometimes Mic had his moments.

"Looks like he didn't read his email, again." Aizawa thought to himself as he threw his cup into the trash. "According to Nezu, he hired two new teachers for the new semester. One's supposed to handle the Foundational Hero Studies course while the other is gonna handle both World History and our new Combat Skills & Pragmatism class. We're supposed to meet them today Hizashi."

"Combat Skills & Pragmatism . . . Sounds like your kind of thing Aizawa," Midnight commented as she crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest. Shouta nodded but didn't say anything. "I figured out of all the classes you could teach here, Nezu would have asked for you to teach that one. Did you even ask about it?"

"I actually did, but he told me he found someone else for the job." Aizawa mumbled, surprisingly sounding a little miffed as he reminisced on the old memory.

He thought Nezu had the right idea with adding the new course. Most villains weren't the honorable sort, usually resorting to prior knowledge and dirty tactics to get their way, and heroes couldn't always rely on just their quirks alone to get them through the fight.

The new course was gonna supply the students with ways to combat those issues, and Aizawa thought it was a good course that he could teach. He was willing to volunteer himself for the position, but when he brought up the idea to the rat-bear creature during a one-on-one meeting a few weeks ago, Nezu flat out declined him.

"I wouldn't want to distract you from your usual work with the students Mr. Aizawa. Besides, I've already found a suitable candidate for the position - someone that you've met before actually - and she's already agreed to the job. . . . Sorry."

Honestly, Aizawa thought the denial was punishment for expelling his last class. He knew his decision didn't have everyone's approval, but if he was given the chance to teach that same class again, he wouldn't have changed a thing.

"Aw, that's too bad. I'm sure you would have been a badass teaching it," Midnight complimented, her shoulders going up in the smallest of shrugs. "What did he say exactly?"

"That he didn't want to distract me from my usual work with the students, and that the person he picked is someone that I've met before apparently." said the Erasure Hero as he looked up at the ceiling. "I'm still thinking it over, trying to figure out who I met before that would fit the Combat Skills course."

"I already got a prime candidate!" said Hizashi with a smirk. "What about Onizaki? Our old mentor when we first started here as students? She would fit the position well . . ."

"That's true," said Shouta, his face getting a little heated as he looked back on his high school days. Shizuna had been his class' student mentor up until she graduated at the end of his second year, and she had become a person that he grew to personally admire and respect over that time.

"Plus, she was a cute, beautiful girl that could knock an opponent to his ass with ease and knew her way around a sword. What's not to like about that?" Shouta absently thought, quickly tucking his chin back into his scarf before Hizashi or Nemuri could notice his burning face.

Ok, so maybe Shouta was as human as most of the guys in his class were and developed a crush on Shizuna, but he always swore that it was a tiny one. Still, he would find himself thinking about her from time to time, though he hasn't heard much about her since she graduated.

Last he heard of Shizuna Onizaki, she was doing hero work down in Australia, over in Sydney if he remembered correctly, but that was years ago.

"It's probably not her though," he mumbled, though a tiny part of him wished it was. "Onizaki mostly works out of the country anyway."

"That is a good point. However, she could have always come back to accept the position. You can't push that idea aside that easy," Midnight teased as she wagged a finger. "Her takedowns were always the best, especially when she did them on good ol' Mic here."

"Don't remind me. I always ended up with a sore back afterwards," grumbled the blonde as he reached for his back, as if it was actually painful for him to rehash the memory. "Eh, anyway, it's probably for the best you're not teaching the Combat Skills course anyway Shouta. . . You would have fallen asleep halfway through anyway."

Aizawa knew Hizashi was joking, but it still didn't stop his urge to wrap his friend up in his combat scarf and throw him into a trash bin, or out the window. He had just come up with a witty retort when the door opening caught his attention. Principal Nezu walked in with a smile on his cute face, but it was the man behind him that gave him, and everyone else in the room, pause.

The man was simply that unmistakable.

"No way! ALL MIGHT!?" Hizashi screamed as he jumped up out of his seat, almost using his quirk to shout out his fellow blonde's name. To his credit, All Might looked bashful from all the attention he was getting, even scratching the back of his neck in newfound embarrassment. "Are you one of the new teachers?!"

"That's correct!" Nezu answered for him. "Mr. Yagi here has agreed to take up the position as our new Foundational Hero Studies teacher."

"Mr. Yagi?" Midnight asked as All Might suddenly erupted into a puff of smoke, revealing his more skeletal looking form. Most in the room were already told about his current health predicament due to his last battle with the dreaded All for One. Thanks to Nezu and Recovery Girl, the resident school nurse, the staff knew most of the details about that battle, or at least as much as All Might wanted them to know, but most in the room were only now seeing the Symbol of Peace's true form for the very first time, and some were quite shook about it.

Hizashi practically had his jaw on the floor!

Aizawa was the only one that didn't look fazed by All Might's sudden turn, but you couldn't really tell due to half his face hiding behind his scarf. From reading the details of the battle, he theorized that something drastic must have possibly happened to him that would affect him for the long term, but he never realized it would be this drastic. "Is that a part of your real name?"

"Yes, actually. Toshinori Yagi is my actual name, but I guess I've gone by All Might for so long, that most people know me by my hero name rather than my real one, even the ones I've managed to call friends over the years," he calmly explained as he scratched his cheek. "Feel free to call me Toshinori if you like."

"I have a good feeling that I never will. It just seems weird to me. . . And hold up, when did he even get a teaching license? Considering how busy he can be, when did even have the time for it?" Aizawa thought to himself as Hizashi finally picked back up his jaw. "So, is this . . . well, the real you?"

"Ever since my clash with All for One? Yes." Toshinori explained, his voice turning somber. "I could still go into my Muscle Form easily enough, but I work with a pretty strict limit now. Gotta use my powers much more wisely these days."

"Mr. Yagi here is pretty much a rookie when it comes to teaching, but I know he'll get the hang of it once the new semester is in full swing, and I hope you all will help him out if the need arises," Principal Nezu calmly stated as footsteps could be heard coming up the hallway. "As for our new World History and Combat Skills & Pragmatism teacher, she comes to us with a wealth of knowledge on both subjects, having taught varying versions of both subjects during her short stints in the U.S and Europe. She's not a major media darling like All Might here - then again, who is? - but she should be quite familiar with some of you guys, especially her family name. . . Actually, she was a student here around the same time some of you teachers were."

"Really?! Who?!"

"Patience Hizashi. You can ask her yourself," said Nezu as he turned to look at the door, where the shadow of the figure was patiently waiting. "Come on in Ms. Onizaki!"

"Onizaki?" Aizawa thought, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked to Hizashi, who was watching him with the same look on his face though his face seemed a lot more smug, as if he knew that his prediction was just about to come true. "Then does that mean . . . It can't be?!"

Aizawa didn't finish his thought as he watched the door open, the sight of the woman confirming his suspicions, and making his heartbeat start to ring in his ears. She was taller than when he last saw her, probably now an inch shorter than his 6'0 frame. The light red streak was gone from her now waist length white-blonde hair and her frame looked as lean and willowy as ever.

She was dressed in her hero outfit: a dark red kimono top with billowy sleeves with a black undershirt with a turtleneck peeking out to cover her neck, a matching black sash cinched around her waist, tight black pants that hugged her every curve, and matching heeled boots that put her a couple inches taller than Aizawa. She wore fingerless black gloves that ran all the way up to her elbows when uncovered, a square garnet pendant around her neck, and kept a katana in a black sheath patterned with red leaves strapped to her side. Familiar dark red eyes looked around the room, her lips stretching into a smile when she spotted some familiar faces in the group.

Aizawa watched her as her eyes went from person to person, trying to keep his gaze leveled while trying to ignore his heartbeat ringing in his ears. He hadn't seen this girl, no, this woman, since the day before her graduation when she bid her formal goodbye to his class. He hadn't seen much of her since that day, since she constantly split most of her time between continents on hero business.

And now here she was, a few feet away from him . . . as his new CO-WORKER!

"Hello! It's nice to see you all, especially some of the familiar faces I recognize here today. We need to catch up. It's been years hasn't it?" Shizuna Onizaki said with a smile that would make weak men's legs even weaker.

"It really has been too long Shizuna-san," said Nemuri with an ecstatic grin, Hizashi shaking his head ridiculously fast in agreement. "Welcome back!"

"It's good to be back," she told her before her eyes finally landed on Shouta, the act sending a shiver down his spine. "It's good to see you again Shouta."

"Nice to see you too Onizaki." said Shouta, his voice as leveled as can be, but the rest of him was not. As Hizashi liked to say, he was shook, right down to his very core. You couldn't really tell though, since he developed the expert ability of maintaining a poker face, even when he was a freaking mess on the inside.

Shizuna just seemed to have an effect on him, even after all these years.

"Sheesh, I guess this really will be an interesting year. . . ."

He has no idea.

A/N: And there you have it, the groundwork for the AizawaXOC portion of the story. Chapter One will start us off with the Todorokis and the Onizakis as the day of the U.A. entrance exam arrives, with a bit of their history thrown into the mix. See you then!

Also, if you spot any grammar and spelling mistakes in here, please let me know in the reviews!

I hope you all enjoyed. Hope to see you next chapter! SandsnakeQueen out!