When Uraraka's alarm went off in the morning, she drowsily opened her eyes. There he lay for five minutes, examining her small apartment. With a brief yawn, she quietly sat up. You know it was the funniest thing for her. Her slumber had a never-ending dream of passing the UA entrance exam. But that couldn't have been true. Her of all people passing? No. Although looking around her room, she noticed a large circular machine on the floor.

Uraraka didn't remember getting a Roomba, as she couldn't really… afford… Her eyes immediately widened in shock before she leaped out of bed. Rushing to the machine she picked it up and shook it. It… It wasn't a dream, she had passed. A wide smile grew on her face as she remembered the prior days. It had been weeks since the exams, with her third year of junior high coming to an end.

With it, came a new chapter in her life. As much as Uraraka wanted to turn on the machine to rewatch her acceptance letter, she quickly noticed her clock display was 7:40. Homeroom starts at 8:25. That meant twenty minutes to get ready, and twenty-five to get there on time. Quickly she rushed about her small apartment gathering all her school stuff. At the same time, her phone began to ring.

Multitasking Uraraka brought it to her ear.

"You up pumpkin?" her father asked on the other end. Uraraka could only mumble out a response, her mouth holding onto a piece of toast as her hands adjusted her uniform's tie. The only thing holding her phone was her head leaning against it and her shoulder. Her dad got the message though, chuckling to himself.

"Ochako honey, do you have everything?" she hears her mom ask. With a now free hand, she grabs the piece of toast in her mouth, as her head tries to her phone stable.

"Yeah, mom," Uraraka calmly replied, her eyes examining her uniform. She quietly grumbled in her head, becoming somewhat nervous as she looked over every bit of the sewn-together mess. Her family couldn't afford the normal UA uniform, so they got it from a thrift shop. It originally had a few holes, and the material was stretched making it look misshapen in some spots.

Over the days leading up to her first day, she'd been fixing what small things she could find. Now it at least looked presentable. At least, that's what she hoped, Uraraka's eyes crossing over a patch of thread just a tad bit darker than the rest of the jacket. No no, it was fine, barely noticeable even. It was just a shade darker, just a shade. Her mother's voice drew her out of those thoughts.

"I wish I could see you right now," her mother told her over the phone, with the faint sound of sniffling.

"To believe my little girl is already in high school," her father added.

"Dad," Uraraka muttered, glad no one else was hearing this call.

"It seemed like just yesterday you could barely reach my waist. Now you're off learning to become a hero," he continued, with a dry sad chuckle between words. It brought a few tears to Uraraka's eyes, with a wobbly smile.

"I… I miss you both so much. I'll make you proud,"

"Pumpkin, you already have," her father replied, before something distinctly crashed in the background, "Ah crap. I'm gonna have to go, have a great day honey!"

Uraraka was about to ask what happened but stopped when she heard her dad's tone. It didn't sound worried, so neither should she.

"Bye Dad, love you,"

With that, she hung up and took a deep breath. First day at UA. As nervous as she felt as the gravity of what the day would bring hit her, Uraraka believed it wouldn't be that bad.

This school was like a maze. Every twist and turn leads Uraraka to a series of mass dead ends, with her looping back to the general education classes three separate times. She anxiously searched through the halls, terrified of showing up late on the first day. She was damn near sprinting in search of her class. Yet as the clock reached 8:05, Uraraka stopped to take a breather.

It was fine, she would find it. All she needed to do was check the campus map. Backtracking a little she found a large display showing off all the campus's facilities- oh this place is big. That was Uraraka's initial reaction upon seeing the map. Listed were over a dozen different sites. Two forests, several city-sized arenas, something Uraraka hoped was Universal Studios Japan, a staff building, and a series of bus storage facilities. Her hometown was smaller than this campus.

Uraraka felt light-headed as the sheer scale of the place began to hit her. She tried to imagine how much money it would have cost to build this place but ultimately stopped. If the sheer size of this place made her light-headed, the realization of how much money it cost to build would have killed her. Luckily her class was in the same building she was in now. So that eliminated a large portion of this maze campus. If only she could-

"This place has too much stuff,"

"Tell me about it. Wait, when the hell did they add a baseball field!?"

"Forget that, when did they add a pool?"

Slowly Uraraka turned to look behind her, shrinking back when she found the same masked men from the entrance exam. Who were they? She had gone online to find out who they were after the exam, but Uraraka couldn't find anything. Maybe they were new heroes? That would explain why no one knows of them yet. But then why dress the same? They wouldn't become well-known heroes if they all had balaclavas covering their faces.

Uraraka realized she had been staring when one of the men looked her in the eye. She froze for a second, trying not to flinch back.

"You good kid?" the man asked, dragging over his buddies' attention.

"Y-yep! Just uh, looking for my class," Uraraka replied, still wary of the unknown men. She hoped her response was enough, but the others began to look at her curiously.

"Hmm, oh wait I recognize you! You're the kid who jammed the zero-pointer's treads." one of the men stated, forcing a small eep out of her, "You're looking for the hero course, right?"

Uraraka nodded in response, with the man snapping his fingers quickly.

"Well, if you are in 1A you head straight down to the end of this hall where you take a right." the man told her, to which her wary demeanor faded away slightly, "Then keep going down until you reach the stairs. There you'll go up and take another right. If you're in 1B you do the same until that final right, where you instead take a left."

"Oh, all I needed was 1A but thank you!" Uraraka exclaimed quickly, walking off to her class.

"Eh, it's nothing… oh wait shit! The logical ruses are lies! Don't trust the hobo!"

Uraraka didn't know what the man said once she left, and it might have been rude to keep going while he talked. But in her defense, it was 8:20. She had a total of five minutes until class started. Though she did hope the man wasn't telling her anything important. Then again they all seemed very familiar with UA. And they seemed somewhat friendly. Food for thought later though, as Uraraka now looked at the massive door in front of her.

Several questions came to her mind, her neck becoming strained when her eyes reached the top of the door. But they were ignored as she opened the surprisingly light door. One would think it heavier due to its sheer size. With it, Uraraka took a single breath and stepped through the door. Looking around the class was… interesting to say the least.

"Take your feet off of that desk now!" a tall student with dark blue hair exclaimed. The student he was addressing, a blond with spiky hair, quickly had a malicious smirk.

"Huh?" the blond replied mockingly.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" the blue hair student again exclaimed.

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?" the blond replied snarkily. Now Uraraka wanted to stay out of that conversation as her eyes looked over the rest of the classroom. Everyone's attention was drawn to the loud commotion between the other two students, as was the disinterested look of… the cowboy from the entrance exam.

Uraraka's head snapped over to the man the moment she caught him in her peripheral vision. The cowboy sat lazily at what would be the teacher's desk, his feet kicked up on top of it and oddly enough revolvers spinning in his hands. Every few seconds he would toss them into the air, juggling them slightly, before holstering one and spinning it around his pinky upside down. Who was he? He couldn't have been her teacher, right? He was with those masked guys from the entrance exam, and they didn't seem like UA staff or heroes.

Uraraka wanted to question this further, but then the tall blue-haired boy stated something else.

"It's her,"

Very suddenly, Uraraka found the classroom's attention on her. It caught her off guard for a few seconds, before she brought forward a calm demeanor. She offered the class a small wave with a slight chuckle.

"Uh, heh, hi?"

The blue-haired student began to quickly approach her then, a look of… something in his eye? Was it curiosity? No, that didn't seem right. Admiration? No, who would ever admire her of all people? She was a poor nobody. What about friendliness? You know what, she decided to go with friendliness.

"Good morning, my name is Iida Tenya," the approaching student introduced.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Uraraka Ochako," Uraraka replied, bringing forth a wide smile. However, just as soon as she introduced herself, a look of confusion crossed her face.

"Wait, what did you mean by it's her?"

"Ah, my apologies. I meant no offense." Iida quickly told her, "Thinking about it now I might be wrong, but you were the one to immobilize the zero-pointer, weren't you?"

Oh. Oh no. Uraraka could immediately feel her face turn red.

"Well… uh… heh… yeah, that was me," she replied. Uraraka regretted it instantly as the entire class was soon brought into an uproar and circled her.

"It truly was a remarkable display of courage. Something we should all strive for at UA," Iida told her confidently.

"Wait, that was you? You're the one who made the thing start spinning in circles?" a student with pink skin and hair asked. Unnoticed by everyone the spikey blond began to glare somewhat in Uraraka's direction. A small popping was heard around him the more the class talked.

"You immobilized a zero-pointer? That's manly as hell!" a different boy with red spiky hair exclaimed.

"You must have a powerful quirk to pull that off, kero," a girl with green hair bluntly stated. To which Uraraka slowly nodded along, ignoring the thoughts that were beginning to stir.

"So fucking what!" the spiky blond finally yelled, "She didn't destroy the thing, just had it running in circles. Anybody could do that!"

"Geez, you don't need to be rude about it," a boy with electricity for hair muttered.

"Boo, fucking who. If you extras can't handle it, then leave," the spiky blond smugly replied. The moment he finished talking the first bell rang. The moment everyone heard it, they all rushed back over to their seats. There they sat, looking up at the teacher's desk and the cowboy. For another two minutes, they sat there in silence, the cowboy uncaringly spinning his revolvers.

After a third minute, Uraraka saw Iida hesitantly stand up and say, "...sir?"

"Yeah?" the cowboy replied, now inspecting the chamber of one of his revolvers.

"The bell rang," Iida told him. The cowboy nodded his head in response, before pulling out a small cloth. There he slowly polished and cleaned the revolver, to the class's confusion.

"That it did," the cowboy replied with a sigh, holstering the now clean revolver. He then pulled out a ten thousand yen bill and placed it on the table. To the surprise of everyone he then spoke seemingly to himself.

"You expect too much of them," the cowboy muttered, standing up from the desk.

"You expect too little," someone tiredly replied, before the sight of a large yellow something standing up caught them by surprise. It caused a few to shout in shock before they saw the face of a very tired man.

"It's their first day, and you're expecting them to have eyes in the back of their heads," the cowboy countered. He then walked away from the desk and out the door. The move left the class stunned, as none of them had a clue as to what was happening. The now tired man whom Uraraka assumed was their teacher, simply due to the fact the only other candidate walked out, and unzipped the yellow sleeping bag around him.

"It took all of you far too long to quiet down. And when you finally did, none of you noticed the bright yellow sleeping bag on the floor. Rational students would have." the man stated, before quickly walking to his desk. He dragged his sleeping bag with him, and then put the money the cowboy left into it.

"I am Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher." he continued ignoring the confusion the other students still had, "No time to waste, so put these on and head outside."

Aizawa had fished out a pair of gym uniforms, which Uraraka had a few questions about. Such as why they were in his sleeping bag. But a simple glare from the teacher and everyone was quickly mobilized.

When Uraraka and 1A stepped out onto the field, the first thing they saw was a very pissed-off Aizawa. Why you may ask? The cowboy was back.

"I thought you were leaving," Aizawa stated, the class now quietly watching as the two interacted.

"I changed my mind," the cowboy replied snarkily, before flipping his revolvers in the air and catching them with his pinkies.

"Of course you did," Aizawa muttered, already seeing what the cowboy was up to "My methods work."

"Some of your methods work, but not all." the cowboy retorted, which caused Aizawa to scoff.

"And you think this one doesn't?"

"Why else would I be bothering you? For a man who prides himself on logic, you do the dumbest things."

"Orientation is illogical. They can learn what they need to know about the school on their own time." Aizawa told him, now seeing the class for the first time. He attempted to address them but the cowboy wouldn't stop talking.

"Oh you have me mistaken, I'm here over this test you're doing. Not your class skipping orientation."

"Sure," Aizawa sarcastically remarked. It left the class still confused about what they were arguing about. And it left Uraraka puzzled about who the cowboy was. At that point though Aizawa began to walk closer to the class, with the cowboy quickly following him.

"I'm serious Aizawa, it- the glowing eyes trick doesn't work on me, remember?" the cowboy said unfazed as Mr. Aizawa's hair began to float and his eyes glowed red. Sure enough, nothing happened to the cowboy. It did, however, distract him from Aizawa's scarf, which lightly tripped him up. It allowed Aizawa to fully reach the class, with the cowboy having to catch himself before walking over.

"You all took far too long to get here, that's going to change. For right now, we are going to be running a quirk assessment test." Aizawa told the class before the cowboy could speak up again. The statement left them all confused for a second and somewhat surprised.

"But sir, what about orientation?" Iida quickly asked, his hand raised slightly.

"We're not wasting time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions," Aizawa replied.

"Bullshit," the cowboy muttered, coughing into his arm, with Aizawa barely sparing him a glare.

"That means that I get to run my class however I see fit." Aizawa continued, stepping off to the side.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational."

The cowboy visibly rolled his eyes then before juggling his revolvers. The lack of response caused Aizawa to look back at him.

"No remark this time?" Aizawa inquired, to which the cowboy chuckled, catching his revolvers. He then holstered one and aimed the other at Aizawa.

"Can't prove you wrong without a demonstration," the cowboy replied, a few of the students growing nervous as they watched the cowboy hold their teacher at gunpoint.

"Or did you forget what I am," the cowboy added, leaving the students even more confused. Eventually, Uraraka saw the spikey blond shove past a few students, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Alright, who the fuck is this extra?" the blond somewhat demanded. Now, the boy did not see it, but he had made a mistake. Uraraka could see it in the cowboy's eyes, as an almost dark look took hold. The cowboy still held up a smirk as he looked back at the blond.

"Me? Oh, I'm afraid that isn't important, smokey."

"Smokey!? You son of a bitch I am not-" the blond exclaimed only to be quickly interrupted.

"You, however, can call me Ocelot." the man replied, back to spinning his revolvers.

"Ocelot," Aizawa grumbled, annoyed. Ocelot then held up his hands in mock defeat and stepped back, before Aizawa then turned and gave the blond a disinterested glare.

"Bakugo, for your information, he is a high-ranking member of the Hero Commission the principal trusts. For your future as a hero, I suggest refraining from calling him an extra," Aizawa stated, even though the class could see his annoyance with the cowboy. The blond for his part, simply scoffed and stepped back

"And here I was worried I'd have to pull rank," Ocelot somewhat joked. Aizawa elected to ignore him and got the tests underway.

"Now then, Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in junior high?"

"Sixty-seven meters, I think." the blond replied. Aizawa then held out a ball and tossed it to him. He then motioned out to the field behind him.

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle," Aizawa told him, the boy quickly moving over to the circle.

"Go on, you're wasting our time," Aizawa muttered, causing Bakugo to grumble to himself. Now Uraraka had no clue as to what Bakugo's quirk was. Yet she kept hearing some popping sounds coming from his direction. She had a few guesses, but nothing concrete. Then Bakugo threw the ball shouting "Die!", and a massive explosion erupted around it. The ball flew like a missile, pillars of smoke trailing behind it.

Uraraka was completely shocked, not expecting the amount of power. It did explain a few things about the blond though. Around her students shared similar sentiments, of shock and admiration. Then Uraraka looked back at Ocelot, who held the most disinterested look on his face. It was as if the explosion didn't faze him. Unbeknownst to Uraraka, Bakugo noticed this too, grumbling quietly to himself.

Aizawa meanwhile, turned back to the class.

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." Aizawa told them, before holding up a phone in his hands. At the same time, he glared at Ocelot, knowing the cowboy was about to cough into his arm again. Uraraka meanwhile stared in amazement at the number listed. Other students gasped in surprise.

"Whoa, seven hundred and five meters, are you kidding me?" one student asked from the crowd. Who it was, Uraraka couldn't tell.

"I wanna go! That looks like fun!" a pink-skinned student exclaimed. And then, to the confusion of everyone, Ocelot began to laugh. It started slow, but quickly sped up into uncontrollable laughter. Most of the students looked over at him concerned, but then Aizawa spoke up.

"So this looks fun, huh?"

The class went quiet, slowly turning back to Aizawa. Uraraka very suddenly became worried, registering that her classmates had said something wrong.

"You have three years to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and playtime?" Aizawa continued, ignoring the boisterous laughter of Ocelot, "Idiots."

Uraraka's worry dramatically increased the more Aizawa talked. Where was he going with this? What made Ocelot think it was funny? Why was Aizawa now smiling maniacally?

"Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately."

Uraraka felt as if every part of her froze, the class around her erupting in a shocked murmur. She soon noticed the other students giving each other fearful glances, with some eyeing the other suspiciously. And why was Ocelot still laughing!?

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?" Aizawa stated, lifting strands of hair from his face as Uraraka got a closer look at his manic smile.

"If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

Now, against her better judgment, and every self-preservation instinct she had, Uraraka stepped forward. She and everyone here had put far too much into this, just to be expelled now. She was almost crushed in the exam for crying out loud! She didn't know it but assumed the same could be said for others who were in her testing center. They didn't spend all that time preparing for the entrance exam, just to be kicked out now.

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!"

Aizawa opened his mouth ready for a retort, only to be beaten to the punch.

"Heh, well little lady, that's how this life is." Ocelot told her, now getting over his laughing fit, "The battlefield will kill you without mercy. It doesn't give a damn how powerful your quirk is, or how well-trained you are. It isn't fair. But in this life, it's your job to beat it over the head until it is."

Every word he uttered sunk in deep, not just to Uraraka, but to the class as a whole. A few thought over what he said and kept thinking on the subject. Others, you know who they are, scoffed at the notion of it not respecting their quirks. To Uraraka's small worry, Ocelot held out one of his revolvers, spinning it slowly, before holding it out for everyone to see.

"You know, there's a saying I've heard time and time again. God made men free, but Samuel Colt made them equal." Ocelot added, more so addressing the entire class now.

"That's going to be your job. Making sure everything's all equal, and fair. Think you're up to it? Because when this is done, hell will look like a nice vacation spot," Ocelot told them.

"Why is it now we find something we agree on?" Aizawa quietly muttered to himself, somewhat annoyed with Ocelot's actions. It did make the next part easier.

"Now then, show me it's no mistake that you're here."

"You know Aizawa, I'm beginning to question your line of logic," Ocelot stated, the two watching as 1A ran through the first set of tests. This one in particular was a fifty-meter run. Two students were lined up, Asui Tsuyu and Iida Tenya if he was correct, and got into position. Aizawa held up the starting gun and quickly fired.

"You don't say," Aizawa sarcastically remarked, both men feeling the large gust of wind blow by them as Iida zoomed by. Asui then joined him though at a much slower speed.

"All of these kids' quirks are different, remarkably so. But you're testing them as if they have the same quirk, even though you said it was illogical to do so," Ocelot commented watching as two other students, Uraraka and Ojiro moved to the starting line. Aizawa then readied the starting gun again and fired.

"I said they never used their quirks for tests, not that they were never tested on them. Besides, to do so would be illogical." Aizawa quickly countered.

"Would it? I see a bunch of these kids have nothing to physically help them. Hell that one there is a walking brick of muscle," Ocelot retorted pointing towards a student covered in arms.

"And you expect me to believe he isn't going to pass every test? Especially compared to the eavesdropper behind me?" Ocelot asked.

"Eep!"

The sound of someone quickly walking away from them was soon heard. He barely had to spare a glance to know it was the invisible girl, Hagakure he thinks her name was.

"That's why the test is how it is. You can't exactly test invisibility now, can you? If I were to gear every single test to every student's quirk, we'd be out here for hours. It's illogical to waste that much time." Aizawa replied. Ocelot was about to bring up a counterpoint, but ultimately couldn't think of one.

"...Touche," Ocelot conceded, bringing a small smirk to Aizawa's face. It was now seven to one on the scoreboard. Where did Ocelot get seven points? Mild tampering but don't question it. Soon enough the races were finished, and they moved on to the next tests and the next. Until they were back and completed the final test. It was over relatively quickly, with Aizawa bringing the class back together.

"All right, time to give you your results." Aizawa began, lifting the phone in his hands. He pressed a single button and a hologram lit up in front of them. To the students, it was an impressive piece of tech. To Ocelot, it was a glorified PowerPoint presentation. No seriously, that's pretty much all it was programmed to be.

"It's illogical to do them one at a time, so I'll just pull up the whole list." Aizawa continued. And Ocelot watched as all the kids looked to find their scores. A few turned deathly pale as they saw how close they were to last, yet also sighed in relief. Well, most did.

"No! I've only been here a day! There was so much I wanted to see!" a very short kid with purple balls for hair exclaimed. Ocelot didn't miss what the kid was looking at when he said that last part though, the teen's eyes glued to a rather… well gifted student. He simply shook his head disapprovingly. That kind of mentality got people killed on the battlefield, Ocelot thought. One prevalent memory he had was of Snake infiltrating a base with a cardboard box and a bikini model poster.

It was impressive, but genuinely worrying that it took a bikini poster to defeat a couple of guards. If he was right, this kid was going to end up like those guards. Maybe Nezu would let him interfere with another training lesson, Ocelot still had a lot of barbed wire left over from the last one. He was ultimately dragged out of these thoughts, however, as Aizawa spoke up.

"And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a logical ruse to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

The shocked cacophony of voices broke out again as the students shouted in surprise. The student who would have been expelled was now lying on the ground, crying tears of joy.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry, I guess I probably should have said something." a student with black hair and a ponytail said sheepishly. The statement almost sent Ocelot into another fit of laughter. That was until he found himself wrapped up in Aizawa's capture scarf.

"You're not telling them," Aizawa told him, with Ocelot angrily mumbling into the scarf that he would be telling them. After all, what good would a threat be if no one thinks you'll act on it? Ah well. He'd tell them later, somehow.

"A logical ruse, I still can't believe it," Uraraka muttered as she picked at the contents of her bento box. Iida simply nodded along, the boy deciding to sit with someone he at least knew a little.

"It… was surprising. But if UA has him as our homeroom teacher, then they must have a good reason."

"Still to threaten us with expulsion, it's only the first day!" Uraraka exclaimed to which Iida again nodded.

"True, that seemed underhanded," Iida replied, before eating some rice. At the same time, they both heard footsteps approaching them.

"Mind if I sit here, kero?" someone new asked.

Uraraka turned to face the voice responsible, finding the same girl with green hair from earlier. She stood with a small bento box next to a nearby open chair. Calmly Uraraka shook her head as Iida did the same.

"No, we don't mind," Uraraka answered with a smile, right as the girl sat down.

"You're Uraraka right?" the girl again asked, while slowly opening her box. Uraraka nodded in response.

"Yep! And you are?" Uraraka asked in turn.

"Asui Tsuyu, but call me Tsu,"

"Oh, ok," Uraraka replied before a small awkward silence loomed around them. It remained for a few seconds as Uraraka attempted to think of something else to say. Iida tried to do the same, but couldn't think of anything. That was until all their attention was dragged away. Behind Iida sat the same four men in balaclavas that Uraraka had met previously. Both Iida and Asui looked at the men in confusion, while Uraraka held a look of recognition.

"Pay up fuckers," one of the men said, with the others groaning in annoyance.

"Son of a bitch, he did it, didn't he?" another muttered, holding up a few yen bills as the first man picked it up.

"Yep," was the first man's reply as his hands slowly counted the money he had collected. Uraraka paled slightly as she counted what he accrued. Each one had handed in eight thousand yen bills, totaling around two hundred and forty thousand yen. In USD that would be around one thousand six hundred dollars, with each man handing out a minimum five hundred dollars. And they did it so carelessly as if the money was a mere afterthought, a small unimportant annoyance.

But then they kept speaking and Uraraka's eyes were dragged away from the money.

"He pulled the same logical ruse card?" one of the men asked, sawblades jutting from his forearms like shields.

"That he did," the one with money replied, before pausing and silently cursing. He then passed the large wad of cash to the man with sawblades who chuckled loudly.

"Ha ha! Seems I'm making bank tonight."

"Can't believe he's still employed," the first man muttered, the others nodding in agreement.

"Tell me about it." The fourth man stated, "You know it was a miracle this year, not a single student was expelled."

"Bullshit. Not a single one?" the man with sawblades asked.

"None," the fourth man confirmed. It brought the first and third man to chuckle.

"Whew, those kids are doomed." one commented.

"Oh, absolutely" the other muttered, "I give it one week before one of them is expelled,"

"Such a negative Nancy as always, I'm gonna say a month." the man with sawblades stated confidently.

"What about you Mura? Wanna sweeten the pot?" He turned back to the first man who spoke. The man held a hesitant look in his eye before relenting.

"... Ah what the hell, three weeks," he answered confidently.

"There we go! Show a little backbone man," the fourth man jokes.

"Hey, not all of us have a massive inheritance to fall back on." the first man countered.

"I have no clue what you mean," the man replied, now fanning himself with cash. It caused the others to laugh when they noticed the money that had mysteriously appeared. All the while Uraraka could only watch on confused, and slightly jealous but that wasn't important.

"Such crude language, are they faculty?" Iida asked warily.

"I don't think so, kero. If they are, they're not heroes I recognize." Asui replied, watching the men carefully.

"They're not faculty," Uraraka answered, with the two looking at her questioningly.

"I ran into them at the entrance exam. I didn't know who they were but they walked onto campus, talking about how their boss knows the principal. After that, I ran into them while I was trying to find the classroom." Uraraka explained, now looking back over at the group of men.

"They seemed so familiar with this place, and if what they're saying is anything to go by they know Mr. Aizawa."

"Maybe they're former students?" Iida questioned, while Asui brought a finger to her chin in thought.

"But wouldn't they then be heroes? Mr. Aizawa is the homeroom teacher for the heroics course," Asui reasoned, to which Iida paused for a second.

"They also know that Ocelot guy from class," Uraraka added, drawing back their attention.

"Right, him. You know I knew someone so unprofessional couldn't be a teacher. He did not care for us, not to mention his disrespect of school property." Iida commented, remembering how lazily he had sat at the teacher's desk.

"Still, to think he is a member of the HPSC, it sullies the very institution of heroics," Iida added.

"Whoever he is, the principal seems fine with him here." Asui reasoned quietly before the frog girl slowly paused. The two quickly noticed her silence and gave her a questioning look.

"Is something wrong Tsu?"

"They were making bets on when we'd be expelled," Asui commented. They had barely noticed it at first, forgetting that part of the men's conversation and instead focusing on who they were. But now that they thought about it, they all slowly went pale.

"So then… Mr. Aizawa wasn't bluffing," Uraraka realized quietly, her face continuing to pale.

"He was fully willing to expel us," Iida added surprised, "On the first day no less."

"Why did he keep us then?" Uraraka quickly asked. Why? If the men over there were making bets that they would be expelled, in a week no less, then why weren't they expelled now? Was this some kind of joke? Mr. Aizawa did say something about seeing potential, but did that mean that potential could go away? Was he willing to expel them if they didn't reach his expectations on everything?

The questions only made them pale further, as a dark picture quickly set in. Mr. Aizawa could expel them for any reason, and if the bets were anything to go by, he was trigger-happy.

"Can't believe this place was a ghost town two years ago," Abraham muttered, the police officer resting his head on the wheel of his squad car. Next to him, his partner Tom moved to sit down, two coffees in his hands.

"Tell me about it, it seemed like yesterday we were cleaning rubble out of this place," his partner replied. His partner then held out a cup of coffee, which he graciously accepted. Sitting back he watched as people walked about Mgbaba's streets, the once-empty city now bustling with life.

"You know a new Indian place opened up nearby," Abraham told him, to which his partner violently shook his head.

"No, no, no. We're not doing that again,"

"Come on," Abraham softly elbowed him, and Tom looked back at him annoyed.

"No. The last time I had Indian food I was fighting for my life! My damn lungs were on fire." Tom stated, with Abraham holding up his hands in mock defeat.

"Alright alright, how about Maxi Buns? A good burger won't hurt." Abraham told him, with Tom bringing a hand to his chin.

"Nah, had burgers last week. Besides they're good, but holy hell are they expensive." Tom answered.

"What about Chinese then?" Abraham inquired.

"Maybe, never had roasted duck before," Tom replied, looking somewhat intrigued by the idea.

"You should try it. It's really crispy but in a good kinda way." Abraham added before Tom gave him a confused look.

"What other kind of way would there be?"

"Well, there is extra crispy,"

"Touche."

"So, Chinese?"

"Eh, I don't see why-"

Screams erupted around them as the two's squad car began to violently shake. Both officers began to look around the surrounding area, trying to find the cause, yet nothing was seen. Nothing except a massive shadow flying over them, and the loud cacophony of sirens.

"Any available unit a 211 just occurred at 612 Joy Boulevard, suspects are a large pterodactyl mutant, a white male quirk unknown, and a black female quirk also unknown," the radio suddenly announced. In mere seconds Tom had rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

"Mother fucker!" he loudly exclaimed dropping back into the car. He then quickly grabbed the radio, before motioning for Abraham to follow the shadow.

"This is unit 1A8, spotted the suspects on 190 Fury Lane, currently in pursuit."

Abraham still had no clue as to what was going on, that was until he leaned forward slightly and looked up. For you see 612 Joy Boulevard had a very key building, the Mgbaba National Bank. This bank was centuries old, older than the age of quirks even and going back to the 1960s. Why is this important? Because Abraham now found himself staring at a large mutant, flying around with a several-ton bank vault and hundreds of dollar bills flying out of it.

"Son of a bitch, that's the seventh robbery this month!" Abraham exclaimed, his squad car's sirens now loudly blaring around them. With the chase on they found the mutant criminal was having a bit of difficulty flying. So much so that the bank vault ended up crashing into several buildings. Walls fell with Abraham dreading the amount of damage and possible civilian casualties.

"Where's a Barret when you need one," Tom muttered to himself. Abraham silently agreed, quickly taking a hard right, as the suspects flew over a series of apartment blocks. Then he took a hard left. Then another hard right. Slowly but surely it became harder to keep up, as the windy streets kept forcing the officers to take different routes. After ten minutes, both men were forced to stare up at the sky, the criminals no longer in sight.

"Affirmative dispatch, suspects have escaped," Tom dejectedly said into the radio. Both men sat in the squad car annoyed, with dispatch trying to find the robbers. They came up empty, however, now scrambling helicopters to search the area.

"They can't get far at least," Abraham muttered trying to see some positivity in the situation, "The flying one is too damn noticeable not to miss."

"Not to mention they're stuck in the country unless they want to reach the frontlines," Tom added quietly. The car was quiet then, both officers wallowing in their failure. After a while Abraham had the car moving again, starting their patrol back up.

"Think they're gonna increase funding this time?" Abraham quietly asked.

"They better," Tom replied dryly, "this shit's gotten out of hand."

"This marks the seventh mass quirk attack on the Mgbaba national bank, with local law enforcement requesting assistance from the federal government. Commissioner Raphael Bouba has gone on record to state that his officers need better equipment to deal with these new rising threats. This echoes similar sentiments to other cities' pleas across the country, with a motion to increase police funding nationwide being sent to the Senate. Whether the motion will be passed is still unknown, as several representatives view the motion as an attempt to increase law enforcement's political influence, splitting the senate in two-"

Snake turned the TV off, examining the documents that had arrived on his desk. With a grumble, he stamped out his cigar and looked over at Miller.

"They've come to a decision?" Snake asked, hoping the senate had made some kind of decision. Miller shook his head no in response.

"No, the floor is still landlocked, so they asked us to intervene." Miller calmly answered, before bringing out a few pots of coffee. Seeing this, Snake could already tell it was going to be a long night.

"Two years since Outer Heaven's creation, and they're already voting for us to do something," Snake muttered, grabbing a cup of coffee Miller was handing him.

"It makes sense. Seven mass quirk attacks in one city over the last month." Miller muttered, "The easiest bet would be to approve increased funding."

"The problem isn't a need for more funding Kaz, the cops can handle the vast majority of criminals on the street with a standard 9mm. The problem is the more building breaker villains." Snake countered before taking a sip of his coffee. And it was true, most villains had nothing they could use to cause actual harm. Those that did were still killed or arrested, but that was after the perpetrator collapsed a four-story building, or in this case flew off with a bank vault.

"Well, restricting general quirk use won't do anything except piss people off. We could have them increase patrols, that way response time is much faster." Miller reasoned.

"Which would require more funding," Snake commented, "And thus an increase to the police budget."

"Hmm, right." Miller realized. He examined the documents again going over every detail the civilian government had given them.

"What equipment do they have currently?" Miller then asked, not being able to find it on the report.

"If I remember correctly, a basic patrol officer has a military surplus M18. In case they need something extra for emergencies they also have either an AR-15 or Benelli M4 in the trunk of a squad car."

"And for SWAT teams?"

"Normal equipment. We equipped them with everything they would need Kaz. Surplus military helicopters, squad cars, body armor, snipers, ballistic shields, bomb-defusing robots, and everything else a normal police force has. The only other items we could give them would be tanks and missiles." Snake continued, before taking another sip from his coffee. It brought about a long silence as the two thought out their options. But then Kaz realized something.

"The problem seems to be response times then," Miller muttered, "We can kill these villains a dozen different ways, but we're not fast enough to stop them before harm comes."

"Which would again require more funding and more patrols," Snake added.

"This seems to be the only option." Kaz stated, "More funding means more officers on the streets,"

Now Snake knew more funding would be beneficial to basic security for Outer Heaven. However, he couldn't help but feel as if there had to be better options. Heroics wasn't it, and they already had some version of SWAT. Maybe they needed something like the FBI, he wasn't entirely sure.

"What about mandatory quirk training?" Snake asked, "If we're going to increase funding anyways, then add on quirk training."

"Well… that should help somewhat." Miller hesitantly replied. The prospect was giving him an idea though the more he thought about it.

"How about a special forces unit as well? The cops will still get quirk training, but we could also create a group specialized in CQC, firearms, and quirks, that focuses on anti-terrorism operations." Miller asked in return, with Snake giving him a questioning look.

"So SWAT?" Snake inquired, to which Miller shook his head.

"No, more than SWAT. If the situation is desperate enough this unit could be mobilized for civilian affairs, but could also operate in military operations."

"A group fighting both on the frontlines and back home. Should give them a wealth of combat experience." Snake realized as his hand scratched his chin in thought.

"We could have them specialized in infiltration like you, sneaking into hostage situations without ever being seen. At the same time, they'd specialize in more frontline combat so they could take down powerful opponents, either with firearms or quirks." Miller continued with Snake slowly nodding along.

"This could work," Snake commented. Yet it could also turn into a secret police-like force. Which didn't seem good. If it was to work they would need heavy restrictions on this hypothetical organisation to keep it in check. Even then, what would they name it? Slowly Snake looked around the room, not for any particular goal or reason. More so because Kaz was writing up the paperwork for their new special forces group. But then Snake looked down at his left arm. He couldn't see it, but he sure as hell remembered the FOX patch resting on his sleeve. Hadn't that been a thought, FOX?

It had been years since his time in it, yet it was something he reflected on now. Slowly he thought of something, he'd bring FOX back, but make it something new. Something different. For that, he couldn't just name it FOX. Instead, he thought of a different name, FOXHOUND.

"Dad?" Midoriya asked, somewhat concerned, snapping Snake out of his thoughts. Wasn't he just talking to Miller a few seconds ago? Wait no, that conversation was three years ago. How deep in thought was he? Shaking that realization away he found himself sitting across from him at a table in the mess hall, the two busy getting lunch before their next op.

"Hmm?" Snake asked, turning over to his son.

"You've been staring at that patch for half an hour," Midoriya replied, pointing at the patch in his hands. Snake simply chuckled before looking back at the FOXHOUND patch in his arms.

"Ah sorry. Just reminiscing," he replied, before putting the patch away. Now he remembered what he was doing. The newest FOXHOUND patches were being given out, and the designers gave him the first one. When he received it, he found memories of his time in FOX, and what this new unit was supposed to represent. Both units were different, but Snake couldn't help but see their similarities. Midoriya meanwhile, seeing his dad so out of focus, wanted to try something.

"So… can-"

"No,"

"Worth a shot," Midoriya muttered as he picked at the cooked frog in front of him. What it tasted good, don't judge him!

"I get you want to do contract work, but it's still far too dangerous."

"I know… It's just, well,"

"You want to help people, to get out there and fight for something. I know and I'm proud of you for that," Snake told him, which brought a small smile to Midoriya's face.

"But you can do that when you're older." Snake continued, "This life I live, that we live, it isn't pretty. I know I've told you before, but you will have to kill someone in this life. And it is a hard thing to carry, especially at your age."

"Not if I only do animal preservation contracts," Midoriya tried to counter. His argument fell flat though as Snake raised an eyebrow in response. He wanted to help people in general, so Midoriya staying on one contract type would never happen.

"Tell you what, all your training has you ahead of some soldiers. Wait two more years, and you might have a spot in FOXHOUND." Snake reasoned. The moment he finished his sentence, however, Midoriya was up and dragging him out of his seat. A newfound fire was in his eyes, as Snake resisted his son's pull.

"Training later, lunch now!"

"But the contract is in an hour! If we start now I'll have an hour of training time!" Midoriya replied to which Snake chuckled. Snake's hand reached out and managed to grab the MRE he was eating, before walking after the now-running Midoriya. With a smile on his face, he shook his head at the boy's nonsense. He still had two years until he was eligible for service, regardless of how much Midoriya tried to rush it.

Snake grumbled as he looked up at the large naval vessel in front of him.

"Is this really necessary?" he muttered to no one in particular. Yet Miller who stood next to him sighed, as he too looked up at the massive warship.

"It's good for morale, Boss. Besides, after five years of work I think celebrating this achievement is worth it," Miller replied, as the vessel in front of them was one of Outer Heaven's first locally built ships. It wasn't a stolen vessel from the US or UK, it wasn't a repurposed cargo ship or oil tanker. No, it was built, tested, and now christened by them. It was a new Gerald R. Ford-class aircraft carrier, one that had taken over five years.

"Still, it seems pointless to smash a bottle of champagne against a ship." Snake quietly countered, as he slowly turned to face the surrounding crowd. It was made up of thousands of civilians and soldiers alike, waiting for the moment of truth to occur.

"I've never understood navy traditions either, but it's what they want, so best to go through with it." Miller reasoned quietly to which Snake reluctantly agreed. After a few minutes, a couple of speeches, and Snake smashing the bottle against the ship, it was done. The carrier was led out of the dry dock and towards the open ocean, where it would soon meet up with a new fleet.

It was an odd sight to see, the MSF and Outer Heaven flags flying off a part of the ship. But it was also a startling realization, that thirteen billion dollars was now floating away. Surprisingly enough the hardest part of the ship's construction was naming it. The first few years had brought billions of dollars to Outer Heaven's treasury, so funding the ship's five-year construction was easy. Add in investments and trade deals with several allies and money was barely an issue.

But regardless, that was in the past. With a content sigh, Snake pulled a cigar from his pocket, watching as the ship sailed away and the crowd continued to cheer.

"So, how many of these did the navy order?" Snake tiredly asked as he turned to face the rest of the dock. There he saw a dozen other ship types being built or looking almost finished. Most were of older classes, as R&D was still developing the DDG(X) and the FFG(X)'s construction was abandoned centuries years ago. That said, a lot of the tech on board was being modernized. Snake spotted a pair of Arleigh-Burke destroyers and remembered a report stating how railgun tech was being transferred to its main gun.

Not to mention future AI integration between ships and experimental laser defense systems. It would be impressive, were it not for Snake being forced to christen these ships. Maybe he could force the guy in charge of the Navy to do it. Miller, seeing his frustration though, elbowed him in the arm and laughed.

"In terms of carriers, another five. For every ship class, oh, a couple hundred." Miller answered.

"We just had to form a navy," Snake muttered with a small laugh while bringing the cigar to his mouth.

"Gentlemen, may I present to you the newest advancement in medical technology, the gooaid," Ali began, holding up his prized achievement. It looked like a regular bandaid, however, there was an odd golden goo that seemed to stick to the fabric. Now Ali thought it was impressive, but his higher-ups at Biovex looked at him confused.

"... what?" one of them asked, to which Ali dryly chuckled to himself. Things were already not going well.

"I know, the name needs workshopping. But in simple terms, this," Ali began, moving the bandage around for the rest of the room to see, "Is a bandaid infused with the healing properties of my good friend's healing quirk."

That statement brought a few murmurs and looks of shock from everyone in the room. Mentally Ali sighed, glad he managed to reel them back in so quickly.

"Explain,"

"Gladly. During my time in the MSF, I ran into a Polish hero with a healing quirk. It was rather interesting, as he secreted this golden goo that would efficiently heal the body. Would you like a demonstration?" Ali asked. His project manager thought it over for a moment before ultimately nodding his head.

"If it helps,"

With the go-ahead given Ali grabbed a small pocket knife, and cut his finger. A few people cringed in discomfort but didn't look away. Then Ali took the bandage and wrapped it around his finger. A few minutes later he took it off, and the cut was completely gone.

"Now, when I left the MSF I got in contact with him and got to talking about his quirk. We had a few beers and talked about the specifics of his quirk. Then a few days later he gives me a small sample of the goo." Ali explained, "I ran this through a chemist buddy of mine, who after months of work managed to make a synthetic copy of the goo."

That alone left the room quiet for a few minutes before the project manager finally spoke up.

"How close is the synthetic version?"

"Somewhat," Ali answered "Whereas the real version would heal a broken arm in an hour, the synthetic version would take at least a week. It's not as fast, but compared to six or eight weeks, that's fast."

"Hmm, this could be used for several products. Might even be able to score some deals with the military." the project manager muttered the sheer scale of the prospect coming to light. They could effectively sell the power of a quirk at a mass-producible scale. The rarity of healing quirks we no longer be a consideration, not with this advancement.

"I assume it's perfectly safe?"

"Ran over a hundred tests on both animals and humans. It is one hundred percent safe." Ali replied confidently.

"I think we can make a deal for this then."