Bone of my Sword

by Brony-wan Kenobi

If an effort to help a quirkless Izuku, his parents take him to the U.S where he will take part in a top secret experiment. There he will meet a certain blonde haired, horned girl which will start him on a new journey...

15. Chapter 15

Aizawa grumbled to himself as he walked down the hallway towards his classroom, sleeping bag tucked under one of his arms. Normally when he did so his steps were silent so that no one, neither student nor hero, would detect his approach. But now, his steps echoed through the hallway while carrying a sense of foreboding to anyone who heard them. Perhaps this was aided by the stillness of the hallway, the noise piercing it in the same manner as a horror movie slasher's weapon.

The meeting in Nezu's office had officially wrapped up just a few minutes ago. And the man couldn't have gotten out of that room faster even if he had tried as he felt it had been an utter disaster. He had vastly disagreed with a majority of the things said, even the parts he had kept quiet about. Had it been up to him, those two former students would spend the rest of their lives locked in a cell in the deepest part of Tartarus for doing what they had done so soon after the security breach at the USJ. Especially for such a pathetic and irrational reasons. As for the blackmail drive, well, he wished he had pushed more into getting it examined. It was the most rational course of action along with expelling all of the students they caught. Any hero who allowed themselves to have something hanging over their head was a liability a best. He had seen it before. Heroes looking the other way, allowing a criminal to get away with their crime all because they had proof the hero was cheating or had a gambling addiction. All it would take was the right scandal and their career was over in the blink of an eye. Unless, of course, the hero did what the villain wanted. So why not save themselves the trouble and remove the as much of the wasted potential right under their roof?

Then there was Uraraka and Ashido…

Sighing, Aizawa shook his head to dismiss the thoughts. While he still wanted to expel Uraraka and send Ashido packing to General Studies, perhaps their continued presence within his class would prove more effective for his ultimate lesson. The same lesson he had mentioned to Kan not more than a few weeks ago when he had to haul his two troublemakers out of the lunchroom.

And if the class still didn't learn anything after that, then he would just have to expel them all.

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"Good morning!" exclaimed Mina, her voice carrying a sing-song cheerfulness to it as she opened the door to her homeroom. There was a smile on her face that her heart really wasn't in, her uniform slightly damp due to the rain allowing her pink skin to bleed through the uniform in random spots. Thankfully, nothing around her chest was visible though she suspected that the back of her bra could be seen. Still, despite this as well as how dark and gloomy it was outside, Mina did her best to keep herself in high spirits. Which was why she raised her hand high into the air as she walked in, as if to high-five the first person she saw.

Even if she didn't want to today.

Yet there was a level of gloom within the classroom that had nothing to do with their homeroom teacher. Instead, it was coming from a student whom the mere sight of dried up all of Mina's sparse supply of good cheer.

"What happened to him?" asked Mina dryly as she walked across the room, her eyes showing disdain for Monoma as he sat at his desk, bent over as he stared at the flat surface as several students gathered around him. The most noticeable was Ida, looking down at the copy quirk user while shaking his head. Then there was Yaoyorozu, standing there with her arms crossed under her chest with a scowl on her face. Kaminari was there as well, standing off to the side with his hands behind his back. Then there was Toru. Judging by the way the invisible girl's clothing was moving, Mina guessed that she was rubbing the blonde braggart's back. Seeing this caused Mina to briefly narrow her eyes before letting it pass.

Kaminari was the first to register the acid quirk user's approach, twisting his upper body to look at her. "Hey Ashido," he said before gesturing to the depressed blonde with his elbows. "Monoma here is depressed like all hell. Dude got in serious trouble last night."

"Oh did he?" asked Mina, doing her best not to purr as she spoke.

"Yeah," said Toru, her voice indicating that she felt sorry for Monoma. At once, Mina's head snapped to look at the floating clothing with shock in her eyes as her friend continued to speak. "He almost got suspended for improper quirk use, spying on another class, and exposing himself in front of other students. According to Monoma, Principal Nezu said he should be grateful that he wasn't being expelled for all that considering what happened with the lunchroom incident. It would have gone from today all the way until the end of the Sport's Festival."

"Yeah, but thankfully, Aizawa managed to talk him out of it," said Kaminari, a grin appearing on his face. "Instead, his parents are coming over to talk to both Aizawa and Nezu tonight to discuss his behavior and that he has to clean up the stadium every day during the Festival."

Mina's yellow eyes then shifted back toward the hunched over figure before her, clear disdain present in them. "And did he tell you how he did all that?" she asked in annoyance. Despite everything that had happened the night before, she couldn't forget about Monoma's brief intrusion. The way he was watching them, using his quirk so that no one could see him. Just like the cameras they found in the locker room afterwards. Just thinking about it caused a surge of disgust to race through her body. Yeah, he should be counting his lucky stars that he wasn't kicked out of the hero program on the spot or flat out expelled! But to escape suspension again? Aizawa must be going all out to protect them, putting in far more energy into that than he did in class!

"Yeah," said Toru, her tone dripping with awkwardness while at the same time snapping Mina out of her thoughts. "He, ah, used my quirk to, you know, sort of spy on-"

"There was no sort of about it!" interrupted Mina loudly. She could tell Toru had flinched, but at this moment Mina was seeing nothing but red right now. In fact, she barely noticed that the rest of the class had moved their attention over to her. But she didn't care as she pointed a finger at Monoma. "He did it! This little creep walked all the way into the gym, naked, and began to spy on all the people in the training class! And using YOUR quirk to do it!"

"Ashido please," grumbled Ida. "Monoma has embarrassed our class enough. We don't need you causing a scene."

"Oh," whispered Kaminari, wincing at the look of furry in Ashido's eyes before backing away. "Oh, Ida. No man. Just no."

"Causing a scene?" seethed Mina, her words dripping with anger as she rounded on Ida. "Embarrassed our class? Is that all you care about? Not the fact that people who were just going about their day had their privacy violated? That a member of our class acting like a villain is JUST an embarrassment to you. Do you even know what else happened last night after we caught him?"

"No," said Yaoyorozu quickly, elbowing Ida quickly when it looked like he was about to talk. Most likely to shut him up before he could make the situation worse. "Did something else-"

"She's just mad that I might have ruined everything for her," said Monoma finally, turning to look at Mina for the first time. His voice now held some of his normal smug tone, as if he were looking down at her even as he sat there in his seat. "You know, this wouldn't have been necessary if you and Uraraka were more forthcoming with sharing the wealth. But I suppose that it is every man for themselves."

As Mina narrowed her eyes at Monoma, wondering where he was going with all of this, Ojiro spoke up. "What are you talking about?" he asked. In an instant, Monoma sprung up from his seat as if there had been a spring there. With a flourish, he spread his arms out wide like a showman before spinning around to face the class whose attention was now solely on him.

"What I mean is that Ashido and Uraraka have been sitting on a wellspring of information," he said. "Both of them have been attending 1-B's little group in its delusional attempt to catch up with the superior members of class 1-A. Meaning these two now know all of the potential quirks that will be used against us."

"Whoa, really?" asked Kaminari as he turned to look at Ashido. There was a large, expecting grin on his face that Mina really didn't like. What's more, she could see that the rest of the class was now giving her their undivided attention save for three: Todoroki, Tsu, and Bakugo. Todoroki was just seated at his desk, head resting on a propped up open palms with his eyes glued to the pages of the open book laid before him. Meanwhile, Tsu was still at her seat watching everything going on with an unreadable expression on her face. Like she was just watching things play out. As for Bakugo, he was in his usual position: feet on his desk while leaning back like he was trying to get some sleep before the beginning of class. But the rest? They just stared at Mina. Even Yaoyorozu looked at her with a hungry expression at the information the pink skinned girl could provide.

"Well come on," said Sero as he approached the pink skinned girl. "Don't hog all the good stuff!"

"Yes Ashido, why don't you share with us?" said Monoma, a sly smile on his face as he looked at her. Seeing this caused Mina's eyes to harden as she realized what the creep was doing. She was almost positive that he had wanted to collect as much information he could on the other classes for his, and only his, benefit. But seeing as that plan had failed, he was trying a new tactic. Monoma was now putting her on the spot, getting the class to exude pressure onto her so that she would tell them everything. Not only getting revenge, but possibly getting some small measure of revenge. And it was sad that part of the plan was working as so many of her classmates were waiting with bated breath to hear what she had to say. All with so little resistance.

"No," she said flatly.

"What?" cried Kirishima. "Come on Ashido, I thought we were buddies!"

"Yeah, come on and help us out," added Jiro.

"I'd like to think we're friends," said Mina, her tone making several of her classmates flinch. "Both me and Uraraka made a promise to everyone there that we wouldn't talk about quirks. We don't tell you about their quirks and they won't pester us to learn what all of you can do. That was the sole condition that we agreed to in order to join them. So, if we are really friends-"

"Yeah, but they won't know," said Sero as he moved next to Mina, wrapping an arm around her shoulder while giving her a smile she didn't trust. At the same time, for a brief moment, she noticed Monoma moving towards Ida. "Come on, it'll be our little secret."

"Yeah Mina," exclaimed Toru, her voice causing the acid user's heart to sink while the floating clothing began waving its arms around. At the same time, several others began to crowd around her. Perhaps, while she couldn't see it, surrounding her completely. Even, much to her disappointment, Kirishima.

"But I would know!" Mina snapped, body tensing in case the worst happened. "As far as I know, the only quirks from our class that they know about are from the recommendation exam along with myself, Uraraka, and Mineta's. So if you want to know anything about them, how about you ask Todoroki or Yaoyorozu." Feeling that was a good enough compromise, after all that was how 1-B got their info, Mina watched as the gazes of most of the class shifted towards the two recommendation students.

"I wasn't paying attention to anyone else there," said Todoroki coldly, his answer not really surprising as he was one of the students who was most isolated from the rest of the class. Slowly, everyone turned to look at the black haired rich girl who seemed taken aback by the sudden attention she was getting.

"Oh, ah," began Yaoyorozu as she brought a hand to her chin. "I think I saw what they could do, but honestly I don't remember. I was sort of focused on doing my own thing that day."

As the rest of the class seemed to sigh in disappointment, Ida stepped forward. "Ashido, enough of this selfish behavior," he stated, adjusting his glasses with one hand while making a chopping motion with the other. "You have valuable information that would be beneficial to the rest of the class. As a hero in training at the best heroic schools in Japan, it would be disrespectful of you not to share this information with the rest of the class. I understand that parts of the Sports Festival are-"

"This isn't a plate of cookies that I brought in from home!" interrupted Mina, temper now truly flaring. "This is a promise that I made. One that I intend to keep. So sorry that your morals and values are so flimsy that they bend whenever a small breeze hits them!" Ida looked a gasp at that, actually stumbling back several steps until his ass hit the desk behind him. The impact nearly caused him to fall to the ground, only stopping himself as his hands landed on the table. Rather than compose himself, Ida glared at Mina from that position.

"How…How dare you insinuate that my motions are-" he began, but the red Mina had been seeing was taking over and it would not let Ida finish that sentence.

"Are self serving. Just like the rest of you," she snarled, glaring at everyone around her and watching as they all jumped back a bit. "You are all asking me to go back on my word, betraying people who have been nothing but good to me. Like my integrity doesn't even matter to any of you. Yeah, I might like gossiping, but when someone tells me to my face not to say something, I keep that because I would hope if the situation was reversed they would do the same for me! And if I can't be trusted to keep a promise for something like this, then how can I be trusted to save lives when it matters! But, do you know what really is pissing me off right now? Do you? Do any of you? It's about how all of you treated Uraraka! She came to ALL of you, begging for help. And each and every one of you said no. It was everyone for themselves. Because helping her didn't benefit any of you. But now, when there's something to gain, you pull this? Saying I am obligated to help you out with what I know? I'm sorry, but you don't get to pick and choose when we're a class. At least, not like this!" With her cheeks now burning red, Mina looked around to see that a few of her classmates looked more than a little ashamed of themselves. Kirishima was looking away, scratching the back of his head as he backed off. The same went for Jiro who seemed more than a little uncomfortable right now. But the rest, while unable to meet her gaze, stood their ground.

"Oh my, how defiant," moaned Monoma in a dramatic fashion. "But one has to wonder why? Is it simply because you 'want to keep a promise' or is it because you don't want everyone to know that you sold them out." A manic smile appeared on Monoma's face as he stared at Mina, the pink girl clenching her hands into fists at the sight of it. "I mean, you had to offer them something in order to let you join them. After all, I doubt they would have done something like that out of the goodness of their hearts. But, if they were to be given information on the superior forces of 1-A, I think they would have accepted it. That or you and that poor bitch spread your legs for them." At that moment, Mina saw colors of red that had never before been seen by human eyes before as she looked at the smiling face of Monoma. Only briefly she could hear Ida telling her not to do anything, but she was barely paying it any attention. Instead, she was using every fiber of her being not to go over there and punch the copycat right in his smug face.

Only, that was getting harder by the second as were the number of targets she wanted to attack. Why? Because she could see the looks that others were giving her. Distrust. Betrayal. All of them acting as though there was a chance that Monoma was right. Then there were looks of disgust or outright leers from people like Kaminari and Mineta. Like they were imagining the two girls actually doing that. It made her sick. It made her angry. It made her all the more glad that she was doing everything in her power to get out of this class!

Then, before she could snap, the door opened, gaining everyone's attention.

"Good morning everyone!" exclaimed a practically glowing Uraraka. The girl walked into the classroom with an obvious skip in her step as she seemed to be practically radiating happiness.

"Well, well," sneered Monoma. "If it isn't the other-"

"Why aren't you all in your seats?" demanded Aizawa, opening the door as the bell rang. There was a moment of hesitation, but once it had passed everyone who was standing rushed to their seats. Several of them making sure to bump into Mina on their way.

As Aizawa made his way to the front of the room, Mina noticed his eyes coldly lingering on her for a moment before snapping towards Uraraka. Those eyes filled with disapproval and something else that made Mina's veins run cold seemed to focus all their efforts in destroying whatever was making Uraraka so happy. And, amazingly, it failed! It was like there was this bright pink aura surrounding the anti-gravity girl blocking her from all negativity. Then, when it looked like Aizawa realized he couldn't glare someone into a state of depression and seriousness, his mood seemed to sour even more than usual. Honestly, she was surprised that he didn't threaten the brown-haired girl with expulsion if she didn't knock off the happiness.

"Alright," said Aizawa stiffly. "Based on certain events last night, I was asked by Nezu to talk to all of you about them and disrupt my teaching plan to go over certain topics. However, seeing as the situation has been dealt with, dwelling on it more with first year students would be a waste of time and irrational."

'Oh yeah,' thought Mina sarcastically as Aizawa continued with his normal duties. 'Don't tell them that a couple of our seniors were using cameras to spy on us as we changed. That a group of students went and dealt with something going on that you were completely unaware of. Bet they all think that this is just about what Monoma did.'

Already she could tell this day would test her more than anything All Might could ever throw at them.

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Elsewhere, back when Mina walked into her classroom, Izuku found himself in his own awkward situation. Both he and Pony had been walking to class together, Uraraka and Tokage having gone ahead after the brunette had finished her breakfast. Before they left however, Izuku told his girlfriend what Tokage had told him. At first, she was horrified to learn that students of U.A. would put up cameras to spy on people in the bathrooms as well as being glad that their friends and classmates had been the ones to take them down. It would have been a moment of pride for both of them, had it not been for the crippling realization that their escapade in the shower could have been recorded. A recording that was probably in the hands of the teachers as well as principal.

There had been, of course, panic running between the pair. Though neither ever blamed the other as they had both agreed to the act. Instead each blamed themselves. Pony for coming up with the idea in the first place, leading Izuku into the shower. As for Izuku, he pretty much blamed himself for not exercising more caution as there was always the chance that they could have been caught. Still, as they pointed out to each other, there was no way either of them could have known that this would have happened.

The only consolation they had was that neither of them had been contacted by the school to report to the teacher's lounge or Principal Nezu office. That gave him a small sliver of hope that maybe those two upperclassmen had taken the cameras out of the locker room before they had had their fun.

That hope kept both teens calm as they made their way to their homeroom, walking in silence and holding the other's hand for support.

Yet, when the two reached their classroom, they found Kan waiting by the door. The man stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he gave polite yet quick greetings to the students who passed him. And once the man looked over in their direction, both Izuku's and Pony's hearts sank. The reason for this was all in the man's expression, which became hardened and neutral as he pushed himself off the wall to approach the two.

"Can I speak with you both for a moment?" he asked, his voice a little gruffer than normal. He then gestured to a nearby hallway that looked somewhat deserted. "Away from prying ears."

Both teens could do nothing but nod, their voices lost to them while all color left their skin. Slowly, as if in a robotic daze, they followed the taller man as they knew within their souls that this was it. Almost as one, the young couple tightened their hold with each other. Whatever happened to them, they would face it together.

Finally, once they were far enough down the hallway with no one else around, Kan spoke. "I wanted to speak with you both about what happened last night," he began.

"W-We already know," said Pony, almost breaking out in a mixture of Japanese and English as she spoke. Her words caused Kan's eyebrows to raise in obvious surprise.

"You do?" he asked.

Izuku nodded. "We spoke to Tokage before we left the dorms," explained the bone quirk user. "She filled us in on what happened."

At that, Kan let out a sigh before his body visibly relaxed. "Oh thank God," he exclaimed. He then looked at them with a bit of a smile on his face. "Sorry about this, but seeing as you two were the only ones in our class not present, I wanted to make sure you were up to speed on the whole affair. But knowing that you both already know takes a huge laud off my shoulders. Especially after what happened this morning." As Kan said this last part, he shot a look off to the side in the direction of Class 1-A.

"Ah, I have a question," began Pony, gaining their homeroom teacher's attention. "About the footage. Has anyone seen it?"

A small smile appeared on Kan's face before he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Don't worry about it," he said with a tone that seemed to suggest that he knew what Pony was worried about. "For the most part, no one is looking directly at the data. All the flash drives are having their data deleted before the drives themselves are physically destroyed. Same goes for any files they might have in the Cloud."

The man then paused, the smile on his face fading slightly. Though his expression had hardened slightly, it felt more like he was having an internal argument with himself. No doubt debating if he should be telling them something. An action that both teens clearly noticed, their hearts beating faster once more. Then, after a moment, Kan came to his own conclusion with a nod.

"I probably shouldn't be telling either of you about this," he began, his voice low. "However, given how Midoriya is vice-rep and Tsunotori's mother is a pro hero, I believe I can trust you both to keep this confidential for the time being." The man waited for a moment longer, only speaking again once both teens gave their confirmation. "I'm not sure if either of you are aware, but there was one flash drive that stood out from the rest. One labeled 'Blackmail'. This was the only one that was viewed by a limited number of the staff. Or at least what we could salvage from the device as it was damaged during the capture of the two masterminds behind this scene. Personally, from what I gleaned, I believe that they were targeting those who had bright futures ahead of them or had connections to current pro heroes. So, if they planned on threatening Mrs. Tsunotori with this ill gotten footage, it was lost during their take down. Still, out of respect for a fellow pro hero, I plan on informing her of the situation as well as letting her know that it has been handled."

As the pro hero spoke, both Izuku and Pony could feel color returning to their skin as relief began to flood back into their systems. All of their lingering fears were leaving them as the school seemed to be doing its best to respect the privacy of the students by deleting everything without looking. And, judging by Kan's words as well as the way he was acting, Izuku felt confident that the man never saw anything about what they had done.

"I'm glad," said Pony with a sigh, right as the bell rang.

"Well, class is starting. I think I can overlook the both of you being a little tardy," he said, in a good natured joking tone.

With that, then both Izuku and Pony thanked their teacher before the three made their way into the classroom. Once inside, the couple took their seats while the rest of the class became silent as Kan went over the class roster. When it was clear that everyone was present, the white haired man nodded with approval before clearing his throat.

"Due to events from the previous night that you are all aware of, homeroom classes this week will be dedicated towards conducting special lessons by request of Principal Nezu. One that is normally saved for third year students," said Kan. "However, given the nature of what happened last night, I agree that this is necessary. But before we begin, there are a few announcements that I would like to make. First: your hero costumes. If any of you would like to request modifications to them, please head over to any of the support courses and fill out the paperwork there. Though I would recommend doing this as soon as possible to make sure your costumes are ready for your internships that will be taking place after the Sports Festival. It would also be in your best interest to stay within your year. I know it is generally better to go with a third year student, one who has much more experience in doing something like this, but your fellow first years will thank you for this.

"The second has to deal with your hero names," continued Kan, who seemed to already sense the growing excitement with his students about both this as well as the potential to improve upon their hero gear. "I would like you all to start giving these names some thought and, if possible, submit them before the end of the week. Many of the pro heroes who will be scouting you as possible interns will be requesting the data we have on you. Having a heroic persona attached to that goes a long way. Plus, it helps Present Mic when he's introducing all of you to the crowd. Remember, this will be the first time you will be introduced to the public. So make the most of it and lead with a good first impression. But, if you need more time, the final deadline will be when we come back from break after the Sports Festival."

By this point, Izuku as well as the rest of the class seemed to be abuzz with excitement. Hero names and costume upgrades? Glancing over to his side, he looked over at Pony with a wide and excited smile on his face. One that Pony returned. No doubt the two of them would be brainstorming all their various ideas tonight. Heck, maybe during tonight's training they could all start a brainstorming session to help those who needed some advice. Or at least have the idea on the table. Another option would be for Izuku to tell everyone if they needed help and wanted it to be kept confidential they could email him. He was, after all, known to be the biggest hero nerd in the class.

After a moment Kan's face, which until this point had a pleasant expression on, became more serious as he cleared his throat. Seeing this shift, the class became silent with most of them pulling out a notebook while waiting for him to continue.

"Now that the announcements are out of the way, we must begin the lesson," said Kan in a grave tone. "For the rest of the week, we will be focusing on elements of heroics that are darker in nature. These will range from invasion of your personal living space to quirks being used on not just yourself but civilians as well. How you handle these situations can mean the difference in how your career progresses. To start off with, who here knows what a Non-Public Discussion Quirk is?"

As soon as the class heard that, many faces began turning red. More than a few shifted uncomfortably in their seats while averting their gazes. It was like a certain aura of discomfort had descended down upon them. Finally, Shiozaki raised her hand.

"A…Non-Public Discussion Quirk is a term usually used to describe quirks of a…sexual nature," said the vine haired girl, her face glowing bright red from embarrassment from just that.

"Correct," replied Kan. "This designation was created with public decency in mind. Thankfully, quirks of this nature are few. So much so that there is a large chunk of the population that believes that they don't exist outside of porn. However, you should all be aware that they are real. And can cause more trouble than most other quirks out there."

"I find that hard to believe," Tetsutetsu said with a huff, arms crossing over his chest as he spoke. "How can a quirk that gives you an extendable penis or something like that cause more damage than being burned by a guy with a fire quirk? Or some chick who can turn her nails into steel daggers?"

Kan let out a small hum as he began to walk across the room towards Tetsutetsu's desk, his steps slow and precise. "Oh? Is that what you think?" began Kan. "Then imagine this. Say there is a woman at a club. She's young, maybe early to late 20's, and alone looking to have a good time. After a while she is approached by a random stranger. They talk, have a few drinks and laugh. All seems well…until she turns her back to him for whatever reason and the man uses this moment to stick his finger in his mouth before tracing the rim of her glass with his saliva. He then watches her take another drink with rapt attention, noticing as her eyes seem to glaze over with lust. What's more, her clothing is getting uncomfortable and it feels like the temperature of the club just shot up several dozen degrees. Later she wakes up in the man's bed as the latest conquest of his sexual crusade." By this point, Kan was in front of Tetsutetsu's desk looking directly at him. "Try and put yourself in her shoes. Just imagine the fear she's feeling, blaming herself for possibly drinking too much the night before without knowing it was a quirk. Now she has to contend with the shame, the possibility that she might be pregnant or have an STD. Then imagine how she'll feel when this guy gets caught, seeing him being hauled away by the police and the reporter talking about his quirk. The feeling of having been violated and helpless, blaming herself for allowing that to happen. All because this man used a quirk that makes his saliva act like an aphrodisiac on steroids."

Once he was done, Kan moved away from a shell shocked Tetsutetsu. However, Izuku couldn't blame him too harshly. The bone quirk user had heard plenty of people back at his old school who used to laugh about such things as well. Thinking that people with Non-Public Discussion Quirks just had abilities that made them shoo-ins for the porno industry. There was one that was pretty well known, a Canadian woman whose quirk allowed her to turn any part of her body into an erogenous zone. Often she worked with another woman whose quirk allowed her to transform her clit into a dick. Those were the two that Izuku had heard the most about in the locker room. Izuku, on the other hand, knew better. He had studied quirks his entire life, fascinated by them. Even those that people didn't want to talk about. So he knew that there were far more sinister Non-Public Discussion quirks out there than what the kids in the locker room used to joke about. And far worse than what Kan had just told them.

"Now, does anyone know of any villainous uses of Non-Public Discussion Quirks?" asked Kan. At that, both Izuku and Pony raised their hands.

After a moment, Kan gestured to Tsunotori to speak. "I heard about this one from Izuku and my mother," she said, cheeks looking like they were burning slightly. "But there was a hero back in the states who had a quirk like that. His name was Captain Amazing." Upon hearing that name, Kan took a deep breath while also looking very uncomfortable himself. However, the man visibly steeled himself before nodding.

"Yes, probably one of the worst misuses of a Non-Public Discussion Quirk the world has seen to date," said Kan, his mouth seeming to go dry for a moment but quickly righted himself. "This goes back to when All Might was first making a name for himself in the States. At the time, it was believed that Captain Amazing, whose real name was Doug Mullet, had a quirk that increased his physical capabilities. And it did…though not in the way that people believed. See, the way his quirk worked was that he didn't have sperm like men normally do. Instead, he had a type of parasite that held a sort of link to his original body. Whenever he ejaculated into someone else he would be injecting them with thousands of these parasites that would bind themselves to the internal walls of the body. Once they had taken root, they would then begin sapping their victim's strength before transmitting it constantly to Mr. Mullet. Now, the strength they sapped wasn't a lot. In fact, most people he had slept with barely ever noticed that anything was wrong with them. However, the more people he infected, the more his strength grew. Something he knew all too well. Now, to this day, we are unaware of when his actions began. But, we do know that when Mullet was starting out as a sidekick he would pay a prostitute or a stripper to do his business while breaking the condom to ensure that his parasites could do their business. When money was tight, he committed countless instances of rape against the homeless while hiding behind a different mask. This pattern ended once Mr. Mullet went pro. From this new position, he had a seemingly endless supply of fans who he began to sleep with, fueling his quirk and getting stronger. Soon enough, he was sapping the strength of thousands of people in the states. What did it in for him was a side effect of the parasites. One of which was that they prevented their targets from being impregnated. It's still unclear if these parasites killed the sperm, sapped them of their energy until they died, or something else. But, eventually, they were discovered and soon the American government began putting the pieces together. By that time, Mullet was a power house and taking him down would be difficult. In the end, it took All Might to take him into custody."

Hearing all that sent a chill down the spines of every young hero in training. It was a hard thing to process, a slap in the face for everyone who believed in heroes. Sure, not every hero out there was a saint. That it wasn't too big of a secret that there were those who did the job for money and/or fame. But, still, the idea that there would be a hero out there that would commit such horrendous crimes and take advantage of the people who trusted him just to gain more power was like a sucker punch to the gut. Then there was the act itself.

"There are a few others out there," continued Kan. "In France, there was a crime lord who started out as a prostitute. Her quirk made it so that her, ah, sexual fluids contained an extremely addictive property. She managed to get enough people hooked on it to the point where they were willing to do anything for her just to get their fix. In Argentina, there was a man whose quirk allowed him to read people's minds but depended upon the level of physical contact. The more intimate and passionate the contact, the clearer he could view their memories. With his quirk, the man was able to commit levels of identity theft."

Kan then paused to take a breath. "I do hope that you are all beginning to see the danger in these types of quirks," he continued, eyes glancing around at his students. "With most villains using their quirks, most of the time the effect is obvious. A man growing giant sized, reaching into a bank and pulling out its safe is an obvious crime. A person who can turn their arms into blades while holding an elderly woman captive is certainly up to no good. But with Non-Public Discussion quirks, things are not as clear. Most of the time, the victim is unaware that something has been used on them. It can take days, weeks, or even years before the effects of their actions can be seen and by that time the culprit is long gone. It doesn't help when the victim omits that some level of intimacy happened, mostly out of a sense of shame and betrayal."

"Sir Kan, forgive me for asking this," began Shishida. "But, should we not assume that all people with Non-Public Discussion are villainous?"

"There are people who think that in the same way that they think that your friend Shinso is a villain," answered Kan. The tall man then looked up, his face clearly remembering something. "In truth, those examples that we have been talking about until now are the more extreme cases. Simply put, most people with Non-Public Discussion quirks would rather not talk about them and would be more than happy to live a peaceful life. Though that is harder for them as they are always questioning whether the people in their lives actually love them or if they are only there because of their quirk. Or dealing with people who exploit their quirks for their own ends."

At that Awase raised his hand. "Sir, have you ever had to deal with someone like that?" Now Kan really looked like he was watching his past flashing before his eyes. Slowly, his lower lip trembled while tears began to form. Yet he managed to compose himself for a moment.

"I," he began, his voice sounding choked. The pro hero paused, clearing his throat before continuing. "I did. This happened shortly after I graduated from hero school, making me a few years older than you all are at the time. I was a young, fresh sidekick at the time. Meaning I was often given the jobs that the more senior sidekicks or the hero didn't want to do. My first job made that painfully clear as I was sent to a high school close to the agency to check in on a case of potential quirk misusage. More importantly, I was told to make it quick." Kan then paused again as the weight of the story he was now telling seemed to hit him harder. It looked like he was having trouble standing, body slightly trembling as he began to relive the events of that time. Yet despite all of this he continued. "So off I went, bright eyed and ready to make a difference in the world. They never told me what the issue was, so I assumed it was some kids pulling pranks on each other with me being sent to 'scare them' into obeying the law. Even today, I wish that had been the case."

Now Kan moved to his desk, sitting down as it seemed that standing was becoming far too difficult. The class watched as their homeroom teacher brought his hands together, nearly blocking his face as he continued. "When I got there, the school brought me to the 'perpetrator'. I found her, curled up in a corner of an empty room trembling as she hugged herself. When she looked up at me, she had two black eyes as well as several cuts that had not been treated. And when she saw that I was a hero, she became even more scared. She screamed over and over again that she didn't do anything. To not take her away. I was confused and more than a little worried. I tried to approach her, but she screamed at me not to come near her. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I slid my first aid kit over to her and then asked to hear what happened. Apparently, this girl's quirk caused her to sweat an aphrodisiac. She explained that she had to get really sweaty in order for it to have any real effect, often whenever she pushed herself too hard during gym. She swore that she did her best to make sure that it never became an issue. That she had special shampoo and body wash to remove the substance after gym class as well as keeping her gym clothes sealed away tightly. Her doctors told her that, as long as she did things like that and avoided going out on extremely hot days, she could live a normal life. She had never had an issue with her quirk until today. One of her classmates had attacked her, screaming that the girl had used her quirk to seduce her boyfriend. It wasn't until later that we discovered that her boyfriend was a cheating pile of scum who had been fooling around with over a dozen girls. When he was caught, he lied using that poor girl as a scapegoat."

Kan then shuddered. "At the time, I was confused on how best to proceed," he said. "When I saw that girl, I didn't see a villain. Just a scared girl who had been the victim of an attack and a wild accusation. But the school wanted her to take the blame. The parents were all demanding that this girl be removed from the school. And the agency was telling me to hurry up even though I had only been there for an hour. In the end, all I could do was take her to the hospital and request a more detailed investigation into the matter. Sadly, my request was denied before I could finish my sentence by the very hero I was sidekicking for. Later I learned a very uncomfortable truth of that day. Heroes tend not to get involved with cases like that. The amount of money that the government pays for situations like that are miniscule when compared to more flashy crimes so there is no benefit for most heroes to get involved. On top of that, the media tends to steer clear of crimes of this nature and, if they do, will often hint that they believe that the victim was at fault. And when a hero does go to bat for the victim only to be later proven wrong, they are seen as a fool by the public. Finally, cases like these take a long time to sift through. This isn't a situation where you can just punch the problem away or simply lift heavy debris off of someone trapped. When you take all of that together, cases like that are not worth the effort."

"That's awful!" yelled Izuku, unable to hold himself back. "How can anyone call themselves a hero when they see someone in need and look the other way?!"

"That hero was nothing more than a vile sinner," added Ibara.

"That is the most unmanly thing I have ever heard," stated Tetsutetsu in disgust, slamming his fists on his desk. "Please tell me that something eventually happened."

"Yes, eventually. Though not before that girl was dragged kicking and screaming into hell," said Kan. "After that incident, she was treated like she had the plague. All of her friends abandoned her, suicide baiting written on her desk. Daily she was sexually harassed with people claiming that the only reason they did it was because of her quirk. Then, the most unforgivable thing happened: her own father raped her repeatedly. When the man was discovered, he claimed that his daughter had seduced him, using her quirk so that she could have some control over him like a villain. Her 'mother' believed this lie, kicking her daughter out of the house at knifepoint. Though not before slashing one of her eyes. So there she was, broken and alone on the streets with barely any clothing on while bleeding horribly. She was lucky that a sidekick who had requested patrol in that area showed up soon after, having been informed of a loud commotion by one of the neighbors."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone was so engrossed with what Kan was telling them that they all jumped when they heard the sound. Izuku turned to see Midnight standing there at the door, her usual sultry persona longer present as she looked at her colleague with clear empathy.

Kan, for his part, just let out a soft sigh as he got out of his seat. "Guess homeroom is over. How long have you been there?" he asked.

"About ten minutes," she said as Kan approached the door. "I didn't want to interrupt." Kan merely nodded before turning to look at the class once more.

"Before I go, I would like to remind you all that your Heroics Class today will be with All Might," he said. "Tomorrow, we will pick up where we left off on the topic of Non-Public Discussion quirks. How to properly deal with the situation and so forth." With that, the man was about to leave when Izuku stood up out of his seat.

"Wait, that girl you were telling us about," he began, getting Kan to pause. "What happened after she was found?" For a moment, Kan seemed to hesitate. He then gave a look at Midnight, clearly silently asking for her permission to answer seeing as he already cut into her time. Almost instantly the woman gestured for him to continue while wearing an understanding smile.

"That night, she was taken to the hospital to receive proper treatment with the sidekick standing guard to make sure everything was all right," answered Kan. "Once her wounds were treated, the sidekick sent a report to the Public Heroes Safety Commission. While they did keep the incident out of the press, the agency I had been sidekicking for was investigated and the hero running it was stripped of his license. It wasn't till I had my own agency that I found out that my former boss had glossed over the incident at the school and allowed the situation to grow worse due to his negligence. Last I heard, that hero is still working as a part timer for KFC. As for her parents, the 'father' was charged and is still in prison while the 'mother' got out two years ago."

"And what about the girl?" asked Ibara, her hands clasped together in prayer. "Did things get better for her? Has she found happiness?"

"I like to think so," was all Kan said before leaving.

[hr]

Kan walked down the hallway of the school while memories of the past played in his mind. With his head down, he recalled that first day with perfect clarity. He remembered himself as he was back then; not as muscular as he was now, his face softer, and his hair long enough to be tied into a ponytail. How he stood there, mouth hanging open as he looked at a girl curled in a corner crying her eyes out. He still recalls how every strand of her long, neon green tried to hide her face while those piercing arctic blue eyes managed to be seen despite the swelling. The way she trembled, scrambling into the corner with her movements causing the various footmarks and rips into her uniform to become more pronounced. He was so out of his depths back then. Perhaps that was what helped her open up to him that day, the fact that he was so clearly clueless to the situation yet still wanted to help.

Eventually, Kan paused in his walk before pressing his back against the wall. Not caring if someone came by and noticed him, the blood themed hero reached into his utility belt where he kept his wallet. There wasn't much inside; his hero license, a couple of bills, a U.A. credit card, and one other thing that was precious to him. It was a picture. Lifting it up, the man looked at it with a smile on his face. There he was in a black tux, his hands on the waist of a young woman only a few years younger than himself. Dressed in white, the woman was smiling as she was spun around in the moment with her neon green hair shipping around. The long, deep scar covering half of her right face was clear as day but he didn't care. What some people called an imperfection just made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.

Aizawa, when he found out about their relationship, called it irrational and unethical for them to be together. He spouted off about how likely it was that her emotions weren't real, that she was just clinging to him for support and security. That he was just feeding into some damned fairy tale happy ending that she wanted to believe in since her 'real world' was hell. The man had also clinically stated that he was probably mixing up his own feelings, marrying her for the sake of trying to make up for his past mistakes. This was one instance that Kan couldn't hold a grudge for the views of the man as he wasn't the only one who thought that at the time.

Somewhat lost in the memories, Kan pulled out his phone. By the third ring, the man was ready to just end the call. It was, after all, out of the blue and she did have her own job. But before he could, he heard a voice that was sweet as honey.

"Sekijiro?" his wife began, confusion in her voice that was swiftly turning into panic. "Is everything ok? Was U.A. attacked again? Are you being taken to the hospital?"

"No, everything is fine Megumi," replied Kan in a reassuring tone. He paused, allowing her to collect herself. Faintly Kan could hear her exhaling, no doubt releasing the fear she had been holding inside.

"It's a little funny," Megumi said after she had composed herself. "When you told me you were leaving your agency behind for a teaching job, I thought you'd be safer. That I wouldn't have to worry when you were late coming home." There was another pause in which the blood themed hero could just barely hear her hair swaying about. No doubt from her shaking her head. "So, if the school's not under attack, why did you call? You normally wait to call me when we're on our lunch breaks. Not that I mind this little surprise."

"I…I'm having a rough day," admitted Kan. "And I needed to hear your voice." As the pro hero said this, his thoughts lingered to Aizawa's views on heroic relationships. That they were an unnecessary distraction. Well, Sekijiro completely disagreed with that. "You remember how there was an issue last night at the school? One that I couldn't talk about until it was all settled?"

"I remember," she replied, her voice sounding concerned.

"Well, the matter was somewhat settled this morning," continued Kan. "I'll be able to talk about it more when I get home if you want, but…" The man trailed off as a long sigh, one filled with his own frustrations pouring out. "Let's just say that something unexpected came up and things got really heated. I was honestly ready to go to blows had the other teachers there not stopped me."

"You're not in trouble, are you?" asked Megumi.

"No," answered Kan, a slight smile on his face. "Nezu really didn't hide it all that he felt the same way. He seemed to take great pleasure in stomping on the issue. That teacher, no doubt he's going to be licking his wounds for a while making him more irritable. Not to mention more of a pain to deal with. But, that wasn't the only thing that came up. Given the nature of what happened, Nezu asked us to alter our homeroom for a bit to talk about some sensitive subjects. One of which being Non-Public Discussion quirks."

"Oh," was all Megumi could say about that, her voice telling him that she was shifting in her stance.

"I told my students…I told them about how we first met," admitted Kan. "I'm sorry. I should have called you to talk about this before I brought up this subject. It was wrong."

"Hey, hey," snapped Megumi in her no nonsense voice. "It's not just your fault. Nezu was the one who asked you to do this out of the blue. To be honest, I'm madder at him since he asked you to do this despite knowing what happened back then. He was the one who the Safety Commission put on the case after you reported it after all!"

"Maybe, but," began Kan as he looked to the side. "I'm still the one who decided to begin with this subject. Maybe I should have started with a lesson on invasions of privacy. But I just…wanted to get this one out of the way."

There was silence for a moment before Megumi spoke. "You know, now that I think about it, maybe Nezu was onto something. I still don't like that he asked you to do this, but if your students can become heroes like you, then I think it'll be worth it."

[hr]

Later, during the beginning of the lunch period, Pony was walking down the hallway near the library. The American blonde was waving her hands around in the air to air dry them as she had just left the nearby girl's restroom. Sure, she could have used one of the bathrooms near the lunchroom, but she still felt nervous about using them. It was one of the places that the entire campus used at one point or another and, while she trusted that the U.A. teachers had gone through the school already, it was better to be safe for the time being than sorry. So, for now, she was using the restrooms mainly used by General Studies.

Seeing them for the first time actually lifted Pony's spirits a bit. When she had first gone down this way, there had been a fear that they would not be well maintained. After all, the school was geared towards Heroics in one fashion or another with General Studies being the lone exception. So there was a chance that people like Shinso and the others were not getting the same level of treatment as Hero students. And, judging by the bathroom, that was not the case. The stalls were in perfect condition, the toilet was definitely not some cheap brand, and the floor seemed to have been polished recently. The only reason she hadn't used the air blowers to dry her hands was because there was a bit of a line to use them and she was pretty far from the lunchroom.

Just as she passed the glass doors leading into the library, Pony stopped in her tracks as two familiar figures approached her. One was Tokage, holding the hand of a very nervous looking Uraraka.

"Is everything ok?" asked Pony, tilting her head to the side as she spoke.

"Oh it's fine," grunted Tokage as Uraraka looked like she was trying to make herself look smaller. "Looks like your boyfriend really came through. Uraraka just got a text from Nezu asking if she was willing to come to his office during lunch."

"She snatched my phone and told him I was on my way" murmured Uraraka while glancing over at Tokage. "I could have done it myself."

At that, Setsuna rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure," she said in a disbelieving tone. "You were staring at the message for like two minutes before wondering if it was ok to see him tomorrow." Tokage's face then softened as she wrapped an arm around the brunette's shoulder. At first, Uraraka stiffened slightly, but Pony could not help but notice how the girl soon seemed to melt affectionately in the embrace. "Look, you don't have to go in there alone. I'll be there every step of the way."

"Really?" asked Uraraka as she looked up at the green-haired girl with wide eyes. But after a moment she hesitantly bit her lower lip. "But, ah, what if he says no?"

"Then I'll just barge in there anyways," said Tokage with a confident smirk. Pony watched as it looked like Uraraka was about to object only to be stopped when the other girl placed a finger on her mouth to silence her. "Look, a hero should never leave someone in trouble alone. If he tells me to leave, I'll just tell him that I've been to that hellhole you call an apartment and seen your living conditions. Heck I'll even say that I'm your emotional support girlfriend!" At that, Uraraka's face turned bright red while a small smile grew.

"Would you mind me coming along too?" asked the American girl, gaining the attention of both girls. At that, Pony just shrugged. "Hey, I want to help out too. More people for moral support as well as showing how many people want to help. Plus, I am offering her to let her stay with me in the dorms."

"Good point," admitted Tokage with a nod. "I had planned on bringing up that you had volunteered to let her stay with you, but there is a chance that Nezu might want to talk to you about it. This just saves everyone a bit more time."

"I'm ok with it," squeaked Uraraka.

"Great let me just-" began Pony, pulling out her phone to text Izuku. However she was briefly interrupted when another person brushed past them. Seeing her caused Pony to pause, feeling like she had seen this girl before. Perhaps in the cafeteria? Well, regardless, this girl with long flowing dark hair seemed to know Uraraka though Pony noticed a slight flinch as well as a strained smile when she looked at the brunette. A smile that then grew slightly more strained when she saw that the anti-gravity girl was in the company of two 1-B girls. Quickly, the black haired girl offered up a quick apology before moving into the library.

After watching the raven haired girl grab a large book off one of the shelves, Pony turned to Uraraka. "Do you know her?" she asked.

"That's Yaoyorozu, she's my class rep," answered Uraraka with a nod, a slight thoughtful expression appearing on her face. "She's normally a lot more polite than that. Guess it has something to do with this argument Mina had with most of the class this morning. I honestly don't know what it was about other than it got really heated. Or maybe she's just anxious to continue her training for the Sports Festival."

"Her training?" echoed Pony as she turned her head to look at Yaoyorozu. Said girl was already deep into her book, a look of concentration on her face while her eyes shifted from side to side. "Is that what this is?"

"Yeah, it's all she ever does," admitted Uraraka with a shrug. "Every time we have a free period to train our quirks, she just grabs a book and begins to memorize it."

Upon hearing that, Pony felt her lips purse as she continued to stare at the dark-haired 1-A girl. A wave of irritation washed over her, hands almost clenching into fists. The blonde was no fool, already guessing that she needed to gather some sort of information for her quirk to work. What she needed to know, Pony had no idea. Did she have to understand how every part of what she was making worked? Going over every bit piece by piece? Or was it something else? Regardless, that wasn't the issue. It was that that was all she was doing. And that struck a nerve with the horned girl.

However, rather than dwelling on these feelings, Pony quickly went back to the task at hand. After quickly sending a text to Izuku, she and the two other girls began making their way towards Nezu's office. An office that Uraraka had no idea where it was.

[hr]

Meanwhile, Nezu was in his office sipping tea after setting down his landline phone. He had just finished a rather brief and somewhat heated phone call from the Number Two Hero. Endeavour had called him out of the blue, the sounds of flames erupting in the background along with several explosions which told the unidentifiable mammal that the hero was in the middle of a fight. News reports on his tablet confirmed this, though the villain in question was clearly a small fry. Which probably explained why the hero felt comfortable to call his office, wanting to speak with the Principal as soon as he arrived. With another sip of his tea, Nezu did the math in his head. Given his location, the time it would take for him to hand the villain over to the police while filling out the paperwork, top speed of moment through the city, and if there are no other criminals present then he should arrive here in two hours max.

Now, Nezu had no real issue speaking with the man on such short notice. The man's son was a student here after all and, as Principal, it was his duty to soothe the concerns of all the parents. But the question was: why did the man want to speak with him? Oh, that was a delicious question that was stimulating his brain. Could it be that he somehow found out about the incident last night? That was possible, though he doubted the young Todoroki knew about it or that Aizawa called him up to inform the family. That was possible yet unlikely. The only members of his staff who would do something like that would be Midnight, Present Mic, and Hound Dog. Yet they knew full well that the school was trying its best to keep the situation under the rug for the moment. And he knew them well enough to wait to speak with him before taking such an action. Could the young Todoroki have heard about the incident from either Ashido or Uraraka, mentioning it to his father at some point? Or maybe he overheard it from a 1-B student? Possible, yet also highly unlikely. Nezu was fully aware that the young teen was distant from the rest of his class, barely ever speaking to anyone. In fact, according to all of his teachers save Aizawa, the Young Todoroki had so far asked to work alone during group projects. Even in All Might's class when they were doing team training exercises, the dual quirk user just did everything by himself while barely even glancing at his teammate. Based on this information, as well as his own observations of the teen, Nezu found it highly unlikely for the young man to question either girl. Even less so with the other class.

Though now that he was thinking about the young man, perhaps Endeavor wanted to talk about his son's performance thus far. It was possible. There was no question that Young Todoroki had a powerful quirk. But Nezu, All Might, and even Aizawa had all agreed that the teen was hampering himself by not using his flames. Sure he succeeded with every challenge they had thrown at him thus far with just his ice, but there would be times when that wouldn't be enough. That there would be opponents that could easily counter that aspect of his quirk, leaving the young man helpless. This was one of the reasons why Aizawa wanted Midoriya in his class. Bone of My Sword could create weapons stronger than steel with frightening sharpness from any part of his body. That along with the young man's skill in the martial arts would make Midoriya a serious threat to Todoroki. Especially if Midoriya used the same move he used on the Zero-Pointer.

Sipping his tea, Nezu went over their statistics in his head and quickly came to the conclusion that Aizawa had a point. Physically speaking, Midoriya was stronger, faster, and more agile than Todoroki who was more of a stationary fighter. Yes, if Todoroki used his quirk he could easily overcome his speed issue which was something that Modoriya couldn't. Yet that would be a mute point if the fight dragged on for too long as the half fire half ice user began to suffer the side effects of his quirk overuse. Overall, if Todoroki and Midoriya were to fight right now Nezu would say that the bone user would win eight times out of ten. If he were to use his flames, well now, he would need more data on how the son of the number two hero used them to make an effective mental simulation.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted Nezu's thoughts from diving further. After setting down his teacup, the principal voiced his permission to enter knowing full well who it was. As well as expecting her to not enter alone.

"Ah, Ms Uraraka," said Nezu pleasantly as his tiny eyes shifted towards the two girls in tow with her. Both from 1-B.

"T-Thank you for seeing me," said a visibly nervous Uraraka. "I hope you don't mind that I brought along some of my friends." At that, the two girls who had been looking around the office with looks of wonder and awe turned to look at the unidentifiable mammal before waving at him. A sight that made Nezu chuckle.

"Oh, I certainly don't mind as long as you are comfortable," replied Nezu, gesturing to several chairs that had been placed in front of his desk for them to be seated. "In truth, it warms my heart to know that you have friends like this you trust enough to be here with you. Especially from your sister class, given the recent hostility and all that. Though, I am a bit curious as I thought you might be bringing Miss Ashido today."

"Well, I would have if I had seen her," admitted Uraraka, her tone nervous as she sat down. Tokage joined her by sitting to Urarak's left while Tsunotori sat on her right. "It's just that she wasn't around when I got the text and Tokage was there with me. Didn't want to waste time and I didn't know where your office was so…" Nezu nodded, slightly frowning briefly as he did. No doubt the girl was afraid that if she took too long in getting here, she would have been turned away. Or worse. Mentally he cursed Aizawa for instilling this sort of fear of 'wasting time' into his students. Yes, you should always try to get to the scene of a crime or a meeting with other heroes as quickly and as prompt as possible. But for something like this?

The bubbling of irritation that Nezu was feeling continued to grow at how Ururaka ended her statement. The location of his office, along with several other key facility member's offices, were discussed in orientation. Something that Aizawa had a tendency to skip. No doubt Aizawa believed that rational students would seek out the layout of the building themselves, on their own time while not wasting his. 1-A probably only knew where the nurse's office was due to the amount of time that students were brought there!

Oh, things were going to change.

"I see. Thank you for your consideration towards my potentially busy schedule," said Nezu, remaining pleasant and upbeat. "But, in the future, if you are ever called into my office and you would like someone to accompany you, you may spend as much time as you need to retrieve them. Though it is my hope that meetings like this won't become normal." As he said this last part, he got some light giggles from the other girls while Uraraka herself just gave a nervous smile.

"Now then, let us proceed," continued Neru, pulling up a file he had on his computer. "I have gone over the message that Young Midoriya sent me via my app. According to him, Young Tokage discovered that your living conditions are not entirely beneficial to your well being. That, by the urging of your friends, you are seeking to not only acquire a dorm here on campus but to also see if you qualify for some form of student aid. Is this correct?"

"Sure is," said Tokage, her sudden outburst causing Uraraka to squeak in surprise. The green-haired girl then crossed her arms across her chest while giving Nezu a serious look that showed off some of her jagged teeth. "Honestly, calling that place an apartment would be a crime. The only benefit it has over sleeping in an alleyway is that you have a roof over your head. Though that isn't saying much considering the sliding glass door leaks pretty badly. Bet the people above her were dealing with a leaky ceiling. As for food, this cutie is practically starving herself! If I hadn't brought her over to Pony's place, the stale granola bars she claimed to have would have continued to sit there for a 'rainy day.'"

"T-T-Tokage!" squeaked Uraraka, her face turning red with a blush. Upon seeing this, Nezu managed to hold back a chuckle as he wondered what had caused this. Was it the way Tokage had blurted out all this personal information or was it the 'cutie' remark.

"I see," said Nezu, unable to hide the humor in his voice. "That explains some of the comments I have received from some of your other teachers. Nearly all of them said that you, Miss Uraraka, seemed to have more energy today, appeared more focused in class than usual, and, more importantly, in high spirits. I can only imagine that it is thanks to having a proper meal for breakfast provided to you by Miss Tsunotori."

"It was no problem," said Pony while giving Nezu a salute.

Nezu, for his part, gave her a nod before addressing both 1-B girls. "I would like to thank you both. Not only for the information you have given, but also for the help you have provided towards a fellow classmate up to this point. The two of you have truly gone above and beyond what most so-called heroic students would have done. I look forward to seeing how you both will continue to grow in the future." With that said, Nezu focused his gaze on Uraraka. "Now then, let us start with your financial situation. I have already gone over the information your parents sent as well as some minor investigation on my part. From what I have seen, you are more than qualified enough to receive aid. Something that should have been offered to your parents once you were accepted, though we have no record of that information being sent. As principal of U.A., I take full responsibility for this horrible slight against you and shall endeavor to right it."

"No, no," said Uraraka quickly, raising her hands before waving them in the air while a look of panic appeared on her face. "There's no need to do that. I mean, we all make mistakes."

Nezu warmly smiled at that. "That is true. To err is to be human," he said. "And it is very kind of you to say that. However, I believe that when a mistake is made it is best to both acknowledge and correct it with due haste. So that we may learn from it, how it happened, and to prevent such a thing from happening once again." There was a pause, allowing his words to sink in and allowing his young student to calm down. Once she did, the unknown mammal continued to speak. "With that said, I also wish to thank you for the assistance you provided to the school last night. Had it not been for the actions taken by both yourself and your fellow classmates, a great crime would have gone undiscovered within these walls until it was too late. So, to that end, I have already added you into the system of those students receiving financial aid with the difference being deducted from your next installment. A small token of appreciation, but one that I am sure will be of great relief to both yourself and your parents whom I shall be contacting in due time."

There was another pause as Nezu opened up a different window on his computer, a slight frown appearing on his features. "Moving onto your living conditions, I started up my own little investigation after I received the message on the app. While it is still fresh and there is still plenty of stone to look under, from what I have gleaned mirrors the sentiment shared by Miss Tokage. Namely it would be a crime to allow you to stay there and further hampering the potential of such a promising heroic career. Under normal circumstances, my paws would be tied seeing as the dorms are full to capacity. Or, at least, they would have been had we not lost one of our dorm residents last night." Nezu let out a small smile, watching the reactions of the girls before him. First there was confusion followed by worry that one of the students had passed or been kicked out. However, that lasted only a moment before he could see it in their eyes, the pieces falling into place. That Uraraka would be getting the room of one of the students they had helped apprehend.

"Now, it will take some time before you can move into the room," continued Nezu, raising a tiny paw into the air as he spoke. "With the Sports Festival so close at hand, my staff and the robots are hard pressed to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. So much to do. Because of that, it will take us a little over a week to have the room cleaned out and more thoroughly inspected before you can move in. Terribly sorry about this but you will need to find your own lodging until then."

At that, Pony jumped out of her seat. "Oh! She can stay with me," exclaimed the American girl, her large blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "It'll be like a weeklong sleep over!"

"Well, I certainly see no issue to deny that as long as we have such an eager volunteer," said Nezu with a chuckle, watching as the blonde sat down while nodding her head. "Very well then. While I currently see no issues with this arrangement, I have been proven wrong in the past. Should that happen, please do not hesitate to seek me out. My door is always open to a student in need." Once more, Nezu paused. This time picking up a document on his desk. "Finally, there is your request to be transferred to class 1-B. Kan has expressed a great deal of interest with your performance during the after school training sessions. And he is not the only one. Both myself and All Might have noted a mark of improvement since you began. You have clearly been learning how to fight along with new applications for your quirk. The same applies to Ashido. As for your current homeroom teacher, Aizawa has shown a lack of desire to fight this. Seeing how beneficial this transfer is to your potential hero career along with a lack of objection by either teacher, I see no reason to deny this change. So, starting-"

"Ah, actually," spoke up Uraraka, leaning forward in her seat a little as she spoke. At the same time, both girls who had accompanied her gave the anti-gravity girl an odd look. "I was wondering something. When I'm moved to 1-B…will someone have to leave? Because everyone there is so nice and…I don't want them to hate me for taking the place of one of their friends."

A hum of understanding escaped Nezu before he spoke. "I see. Well, allow me to put your fears to rest that no one will be leaving 1-B. Well before your request ever touched my desk, Kan had approached me asking to add additional students to his class from the other courses. He is willing to take in a larger number of students, admirable in my opinion. So I have agreed to this, with a slight limitation of course." Upon hearing that, both Tokage and Tsunotori looked both relieved and excited at the same time as they shared a look between themselves. Relieved that none of them were being kicked out the hero course as well as excited that some of the new friends they made during their training would be joining them full time. Uraraka, however, merely bit her lower lip.

"So then I'll be taking up one of the slots meant for them," said the brown haired girl as her hands went to her knees.

"Unfortunately yes," agreed Nezu with a heavy sigh. "Unless two of the students at the Sports Festival catch the attention of Aizawa, then 1-A will have only eighteen students once the transfer is completed." Nezu then paused as he watched Uraraka lower her head. "Is something the matter? I thought this was what you wanted?"

"It is!" cried Uraraka as she lifted her head. Now Nezu could see something new in those eyes. Hurt, a stinging pain that caused both her orbs to become moist as tears began rolling down her face. "It's everything I could ever want! I'm going to be saving my family so much money, having a nicer roof over my head, transferring to a nicer class. But I can't help but feel like it's too much! I know what you said earlier, that we should have been offered this and that it's because of what we all did last night. It's just that I can't help but feel like you're offering a hand out and taking pity on me. That you're only doing this because I'm a poor girl."

"Ochaco!" yelled Tokage before roughly grabbing the girl's shoulders and turning her so that they were face to face. The green-haired girl's eyes held a fierceness to them as they bared into the teary eyed expression of her friend. "You knock this off right now! I'm not going to let you throw all this away because of your pride! Think about your parents!"

"I AM!" screamed Uraraka back as a new wave of tears flowed from her. "That's what's tearing me up inside. I know the right thing to do is to just accept everything! That it will help them out so much! But I can't help but feel like this. I hate that I feel this way, but it's here inside of me! It's not just something that I can turn off. And…And it's not right that I take away someone else's spot! Everyone in that class has been working there longer than me and Ashido! They deserve to be in the hero course! What if Aizawa doesn't think they're good enough!? I…I don't want to be the one responsible for them not achieving their dreams." At that point, Tokage could no longer hold onto her firm gaze as the dam that was holding back all of Uraraka's emotions finally broke. The anti-gravity girl began to cry fully now, leaning into the chest of Tokage as she sobbed. As for Setsuna, there was a brief look of uncertainty before her features softened while her arms wrapped around the body of the crying girl while Tsunotori just placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

As this happened before him, Nezu couldn't help but marvel at the unique situation before him. In the past, whenever he had made offers to students, they were normally extremely thankful while a few of the more prideful ones acted like they were getting something that should have been theirs all along. Yet, here was a girl who was tearing herself up because she knew what the right thing to do was yet it didn't feel right to her. That she was getting too much and it would end up costing someone else their happiness. It was something new to be sure.

Thankfully, he was an extremely smart individual.

"Well then, I believe the solution is simple," said Nezu, once more gaining the attention of all the girls in the room. "Let me start off by saying that the financial aid will be given to you for, as I said, it was a mistake by the school to have never informed you of such an option. As for the room, please take it as a reward for all you have done for the school. You have more than earned that. As for your placement in 1-B…well, tell me something: are you planning on giving it your all at the Sports Festival?"

At that, the emotional turmoil within Uraraka vanished, replaced with a fiery passion. "Yes," she said while wiping away her tears. "I'm going to give it everything I've got so that I'll be scouted by a good hero. I'm going to give it my all so that I can become a hero who will make a lot of money. So much that I can take care of both my parents!"

"Is that so?" asked Nezu, a devilish smile on his face. "Well then, how about we grade your performance at the Festival?" This earned him blank stares from all of the girls who sat there, waiting to hear what he had to say. "If you, Miss Uraraka, can make it to the finals of the Sports Festival then you will have earned your spot in 1-B. But, the test doesn't end there. Normally, first year students are lucky if they get more than ten offers even when they reach first place. So, if you reach that threshold then I will allow Kan to take in an additional student so that you won't feel like you're taking their spot. What's more, for every thirty additional offers you receive, I will add an additional spot."

There was a brief moment as the girls looked at the principal who, in turn, looked back at them with a smile as he saw the gears turning in their heads. In essence, he wanted to see how far she could go. How good of a showing she could put on to impress the heroes of Japan, enough so that they would like to take her on as an intern. The more she did, the more she helped not just herself but those that she considered her friends. Much like her current drive to help her family.

Eventually, a smile appeared on the girl's face as she gave a firm nod while the fire in her eyes was lit anew.

"I'll do it," she said.

"Good," replied Nezu. "We shall go over the details of your transfer after the Sports Festival then. But, with that said, I would like for both yourself and Young Ashido to speak with Kan during your free period this afternoon. I believe that he has some things he would like to discuss with two potential students of his."

[hr]

Shortly after lunch was over, Kan sat behind his desk chewing on some meat buns he had bought. Normally, he would be doing this in the teacher's lounge, had it not been for Aizawa. The blood themed hero wanted to keep as much distance away from the man as he could, especially with this meeting.

Before he could get halfway through his meal, however, the door to the room slid open revealing two female students. Looking at them, Kan quickly swallowed his meal before smiling at them.

"Ah Uraraka. Ashido. Please, take a seat," he said, quickly wiping away any juices or crumbs away from his mouth with his sleeve before gesturing to the seats in front of him. The two nodded at this before moving across the room before sitting in the requested seats while Kan quickly slid his meal to the side. Once that was done, he stood up and walked around the desk so that he was standing in front of it with his arms folded across his chest.

"Now, Uraraka, Nezu has informed me of the deal," he began. "I find it admirable that you are doing this. Just know that I will be cheering you on with all I've got."

"Yeah, you go girl!" added Ashido whom Kan could only assume was informed about the matter.

"Honestly, I have little doubt that neither of you will fail into getting into this class," continued Kan. "So, I wanted to discuss some things in order to make sure that neither of you are behind. The first is your hero costumes. Since your internships will be happening right after the Sports Festival, I would recommend that you head down to the Support Studio as soon as possible to get someone down there to work on the changes you want. And while the decision is ultimately up to you, I would highly recommend another first year student. Next-"

"Ah, excuse me," interrupted Ashido, raising her hand. Kan couldn't help but notice that Uraraka had looked like she too wanted to raise her hand to ask a question, fighting with herself to do so.

"Yes?" he asked in a pleasant tone as he was happy they were asking questions. This meant they were paying attention which was always good. Also that they were comfortable with him to do something like this.

"I was wondering why we need to get upgrades. Or changes to our costumes in general," stated Ashido while Uraraka nodded her head.

Upon hearing this, Kan raised an eyebrow. "Hasn't Aizawa gone over this with you?" he asked.

"Well, Aizawa always seems to get a little irritated whenever we get excited about hero costumes," said Ashido. "In fact, most of the time it feels like he's saying we're better off without them. Like when we went to the USJ, he was all like-" Ashido paused for a moment to clear her throat before taking on an impression of 1-A's homeroom teacher. Somehow her curly pink hair flattened slightly while her eyes became duller and deadpanned. When she spoke, her voice was similar to Aizawa's though with a higher pitch. "I know you are all excited to be wearing costumes. But keep in mind you are still not used to wearing them and might hamper your progress. Such things are irrational."

Kan would have chuckled and applauded the impersonation had the words not struck a chord with him. Though, he supposed the fault was on himself for not seeing this coming a mile away. Aizawa was notorious for his disdain about certain aspects of heroing. One of those being costumes.

"Figures," said Kan after a moment. "Well, while the man is entitled to his opinions, I frankly disagree with him on a fundamental level since it's doing all of you a great disservice. In fact, he should be promoting you to wear them since you are not used to wearing them!"

"Why's that?" asked Uraraka.

"Well," began Kan as he brought a hand up to his chin to begin rubbing it. "The both of you designed your costumes before you set foot in this school with, hopefully, the only bit of real combat under your belt being the entrance exam. Perhaps you made a special request to help with your quirk or made a design that you believed wouldn't hinder it. Perhaps you designed the costume to pay homage to a past hero or family member or wanted something that would help you stand out. Those are generally the sort of thoughts going through most students' heads when they are making their costumes. And it is exciting to wear the costume for the first time, the fantasy rarely ever stands up to reality and you begin to notice the flaws in your original design. Lets take your combat training as a prime example and what you have learned since then. Uraraka, did you notice any flaws in your hero costume?"

The question seemed to catch the brunette off guard slightly as she jumped a bit in her seat. However, she quickly composed herself before moving into her own thinking pose. Kan watched as she closed her eyes, an expression of deep concentration appearing for several long moments.

"Oh!" she said in surprise, her eyes opening as she did. "When I first fought in the battle trial, I was at a huge disadvantage. I can remove the gravity from myself to cross an area faster to reach something, but that only works when my target is stationary! If I'm going to get a target like the fake bomb and the villain moves it, I'll just sail right past them. I have nothing that can help me move mid air or increase my speed! I'm also reliant on using whatever I find lying around on the ground."

"Excellent! Very good job," said Kan as she applauded the girl, noting how she blushed from the praise. He then turned to look at Ashido. "What about you? Any issues with your gear or costume?"

"Er, not really," admitted the pink skinned girl. "I had it designed so that I can secrete acid from pretty much any part of my body without having to worry about dissolving my clothes. Not really interested in becoming the amazing 'Streaking Girl'. And my shoes were designed to allow me to release my slipperiest acid so that I can slide around. But…"

"Yes?" urged Kan as he noticed the girl trailing off, biting her lower lip. Clearly she had thought of something.

"I'm just remembering back at the USJ," she admitted. "I was pretty much useless at the time. I wanted to help Thirteen after she got injured, but didn't have any medical supplies on me. And I was worried about how to deal with that mist villain. If I launched my acid at him, he could have just warped it away and it would have gone to waste."

"So maybe add a utility belt?" urged Kan.

"Yeah," began Ashido slowly, mulling over the idea before her eyes brightened. "Yeah! I could get a special belt that could hold supplies for emergencies! Or maybe get some gear to store up some extra acid."

Kan nodded. "This is the reason why many of the heroic teachers here insist that you wear your costumes," he said. "While the first few times wearing it can get in the way, it's something that you will need to get used to. But, more importantly, you'll be finding the flaws in your original design before you head out for your first internship. Some people find that parts of their costume make it difficult to move in tight spaces or find parts of it constantly getting caught. Others begin to realize the oversights they made while designing it. The last place you want to be discovering this is out in the field when you are with your pro hero as it can cause them to lose interest with you that much faster."

"Ok, but why go for the first years?" asked Uraraka. "Wouldn't asking people who have more experience be best?"

"Ah, but how did they get that experience?" counted Kan. "Working with people in your own year is ultimately more beneficial in the long run. Especially when you find that one person you can go to over and over again. The reason for this is that those students are motivated to prove themselves. You will be out there, wearing the gear that they made and test driving it. The better you perform out there, using said gear, helps attract the attention from the support companies. Or, in the best case scenario, the more likely they can start up their own company if you climb quickly in the ranks. Trust me, you want to have someone like that watching your back. I know plenty of CEOs out there that will drop everything to help the hero who helped put their company on the global map. But, if the gear they are making doesn't work out, it's important that they know. It's important that Power Loader knows it's not working out. Then, they can make improvements or realize that they're not cut out for this line of work. It also helps that you don't need to find a new support course student every year, explaining over and over what your quirk can do."

Upon seeing the looks of understanding that the two girls were giving him, Kan continued. "Now, there is also the issue with your hero name," he said. "I have a feeling that Aizawa didn't bring that up either. Knowing that man, he'll only do so at the last minute with Midnight standing behind him." Kan let out an annoyed sigh, irritation rolling off his body as he did so. This was another aspect of hero work that the man didn't care for. In fact, the story about how he had gotten his hero name was practically a legendary joke around the halls of this school: just accepting the first name thought of by Present Mic and calling it a day.

"Wait, we're getting to pick out our hero names?" asked Ashido with excitement.

"Yes," said Kan as he stomped down on his disapproval of his fellow teacher. "Now, you don't need to make a decision until we come back from the break after the Sports Festival. So you have time to come up with a few good ones. But, if you decide on something, just run it by me. If I give you the all clear, we can add it to the data that will be accessed by the heroes who are considering you as an intern. Having a hero name already picked out can really help. Your hero name will leave an impression. It will either help draw them in, letting the hero know what sort of hero you are aiming to be and what you represent or it can let the hero know that you aren't a good match up. But if you are having trouble or if the name you pick has some sort of issue with it, I'll let you know and we can talk about it. I'm here to help guide you after all."

There was silence for a moment as the two girls just looked at Kan with what felt like awe. Like he was some figure standing tall with a halo of light shining brightly around his head. Honestly, Kan would have not been surprised, though he would still be alarmed, if they brought up their hands in prayer. Then…

"So this is what it's like to have a nice homeroom teacher," whispered Uraraka.

"It's been so long I had forgotten that it's possible," agreed Ashido, making Kan sigh.

[hr]

All Might sat before the large computer council, watching the current group of students performing today's exercise while the rest of the class was locked away in their own rooms. Like this, the pro hero could release his more muscular form so that now a skeletal man sat there with a hero costume pooled around him. A sight that would have brought forth images of a little kid playing dress up with their parents clothing if it wasn't so pathetic.

Thankfully he wouldn't have to be in this form for much longer as he was in the last group of the day.

With a hum, All Might reached over to press a button off to the side causing the image to shift. Now on the screen was a figure dressed all in black running down a street with a purse clutched in one hand. On the student's head was a special black mask, one designed so that once it covered a person's head it would give them completely generic features while also hiding the identity of the wearer. The clothing was another such item, crafted so that no one would be able to tell the wear's gender.

The scenario for this exercise was simple: a quirkless individual was seen purse snatching by two heroes. The heroes would win if they managed to capture the quirkless criminal using the capture tape provided or rendering said criminal immobile. As for the quirkless student, that person would only win if they managed to get away. However, unlike with his other tests, the heroes were not officially working together. They could, if they so choose, work separately or together. Meaning that, if they worked separately, then the hero who captured the criminal would not only be declared the winner but would also receive the higher grade. But, if they worked together, then they would both share in the grade. As for the student playing the role of the petty purse snatcher, they would fail in All Might spotted them using their quirks.

At the moment, it looked like the criminal was about to get away when Kodai appeared in the middle of the sidewalk with her arms outstretched. The figure in black saw this, slowing down to a stop but still poised as if ready for a fight. Both the criminal and hero stared at each other, bodies tense, until the last person walked onto the scene.

"That's far enough villain," said Awase as he skidded to a stop, his words causing All Might to frown. It wasn't the first time one of his students had referred to the quirkless criminal as a villain. Something that he would be sure to correct them on at the end of the lesson.

Something which was about to happen sooner rather than later as the three students went into motion. The criminal moved first, throwing the purse into the air. Both heroes, surprised by this, made the mistake of looking up at the stolen item. So it came as little surprise that neither of them noticed a palm strike right into the gut of Kodai until it was too late. The young girl looked on with wide eyes as the air was forced out of her lungs, falling backwards. Before she could hit the ground, Awase was on the move towards the quirkless purse thief. All Might watched as Awase went down, grabbing the criminal's shoe with the intent to weld it to the ground at the molecular level. A plan that might have worked had his target not slipped out of his footwear. Realization could be seen on the face of the welding teen as the quirkless criminal spun around with so much grace that it looked like he was dancing before delivering another attack. All Might couldn't help but wince at the axe kick as it slammed down on Awase's side, far enough from his spine to prevent any serious damage yet in a spot that would still make movement difficult for a while. All this happened before the bag fell back to the earth, caught by the criminal who then raced away from the heroes lying on the ground with his stolen loot.

Having seen enough, All Might called the match in the favor of the quirkless criminal. The man then buffed up, transforming into his more muscular form before calling all of the students in 1-B to the observation room. Within a few minutes, the entire class was standing before him dressed in their hero costumes save a few who were still in their black outfits. The first to take off his mask was the one who had just been on screen: Izuku Midoriya. This was soon followed by others like Kendo and Rin. Still, the man beamed a proud smile at the teen who he hoped would soon carry the sacred torch that was One for All.

"An amazing job, all of you!" announced All Might as he brought his large, meaty fists to his hips while his chest puffed out. "Now, who can tell me what they learned in today's lesson?"

"That putting us against Midoriya or Kendo is just unfair," complained Awase, holding his side while struggling to remain standing. "Seriously, you would have to hate us a whole lot to make them the villain in this exercise without telling anyone." Nearly all of the class nodded at this save the two in question. Kendo blushed slightly at the comment but managed to keep her gaze focused on their teacher. As for Midoriya, he just stood there while scratching his cheek as a weak laugh escaped him.

"Haha, sorry Young Awase but that is not the correct answer," replied All Might, throwing his head back and laughing for effect. "The true reason behind this exercise is to never let down your guard. The identities of your foes were kept hidden to help simulate a first encounter with an unknown. A faceless person in the crowd. From what I saw today, many of the heroes made the assumption that, based on the one piece of information provided, their quirkless status meant this would be an easy exercise. That between your additional physical training and your classmates inability to use their quirk meant that this would be an easy match. However, none of you considered the fact that I would have chosen members of your class who were more skilled in hand to hand combat to be your opponent. Nor did any of you act like the culprit could have been armed with a knife or gun. Never underestimate your opponent, whether they have a weak quirk or none at all."

Then, before anyone could comment on this, he continued. "There was one other thing that I noticed. Nearly all of the hero teams referred to their target as 'villain'. This is a mistake as a quirkless person can never be a true villain. Make sure that, in future classes, you refer to them as a criminal. Now, moving on…yes?" To All Might's surprise, several hands suddenly went up in the air. What's more, nearly all of the students he was teaching held confused expressions. As if they didn't understand exactly what he had said. Unable to hide his own surprise, the large mountain of muscles that was All Might gestured to his vine haired student.

"Sir, I fail to understand," began Shiozaki. "Why can a quirkless person never be considered a villain?"

"Ah, well," began All Might, slightly confused as to what the problem was. Still, he pressed on with his answer. "It is simply due to their lack of a quirk. A villain is defined as an individual who uses their quirk to commit crimes. Since a quirkless person has no quirk, they cannot be considered a villain. Much like how they can never be considered a hero." As he said this, All Might smiled hoping that he had settled the matter with the actual definition of the term. A smile that was short lived as he noticed the expressions on his students. Most looked shocked, like he had uttered a foul word or promoted something vile. Others looked almost offended!

But what nearly caused All Might to gasp was the look he was seeing in Young Midoriya. He could see it as plain as day in those eyes. Hurt that came from the deepest level of betrayal. But what had All Might said to cause that? It was simply the truth. A quirkless person could never be a villain or a hero.

"That's bull!" yelled Tetsutetsu, several of his classmates nodding in agreement. "Most of us just got our butts handed to us on silver platters by people pretending to be quirkless! We all saw it! Who cares if they got a quirk or not! If someone is doing something wrong then they are a villain!"

"And why give them a different label?" added Komori, hands balled into fists which were raised close to her shoulders. "Doesn't it contradict what you were saying before, not to let down our guards regardless of who we're facing only to then give a certain group of people a different label? Like they're lesser than us?"

"Now hold on one moment," began All Might, raising his hand to try and wave them off.

"And what's this about quirkless people can't be heroes?!" yelled Kendo, who, for the first time since he had known her, looked furious. "U.A. allows the quirkless into the hero program! So why would you say something like that!"

"Enough!" snapped All Might, raising his voice in order to get his class back under control. "What I gave is simply the official definition of what makes the difference between a villain and a criminal as defined in your textbooks as well as by the government." The pro hero then held his firm expression for a moment longer before relaxing it as he saw several faces in the crowd calming down. Seeing this, he continued. "As for the school policy of allowing the quirkless in…I disagree with it as it gives them false hope. There are simply villains out there that cannot be defeated without a quirk." All Might ended this with a nod, hoping his students understood.

"So that's it?" asked Kendo, All Might noticing that her hands had been balled into fists and were shaking. "That everything else about us doesn't matter? All the training and work we do doesn't matter? That all the years I spent training to fight means nothing? Am I even worthy to be a hero?"

"N-No," said All Might quickly. "T-That wasn't what I meant at all! It's just-"

"Just what?" yelled Kendo, who shocked All Might not only with her outburst but the tears in her eyes. "All my quirk does is make my hands bigger and stronger! I'm pretty sure that I'll come across a villain that my quirk is a bad matchup for! That my quirk can't beat there's! Does that mean I shouldn't be a hero?"

"Or what of myself?" asked Shiozaki. "If I ever went up against someone using flames, as Kan mentioned, my quirk would be useless. I would essentially be quirkless before such a foe. Should I then not be a hero since there are people out there that can't be defeated with my quirk?"

"T-That is completely different," began All Might.

"No it's not!" yelled Tetsutetsu. "You're saying that quirkless people shouldn't even try to be heroes because there are those out there with a born advantage! So why doesn't that apply to us? Why aren't you telling us not to bother because there might be people out there that we can't beat with our quirks! Heck, Midoriya and Kendo can kick nine different kinds of ass! If they lost their quirks, would you just kick them out like they were trash? Because that would be really unmanly! Just give Midoriya a couple of swords and Kendo some leather gloves!" As more students spoke up, demanding to know if they could be heroes or not, All Might gave up trying to answer their questions. He could tell that they wouldn't listen.

It was official. He had lost them.