"Izuku...Izuku!"

His mother obsessively inspected his yuuei school uniform for any and all irregularities and grievances, her frantic eyes ignoring the unusual knot in which Izuku Midoriya kept his tie. She loved her boy, she loved him so very much, and she needed to show it. Ever since that horrible day where they had found his quirk absent, so too was her faith in him. It was a mistake she would never repeat, no matter what. He had her full support from now on...even if the actual means of how he got into Yuuei eluded her. He suddenly had a wish-granting ability that only worked situationally? What does that even mean?

It doesn't matter, she decided. He can do anything, and I will help him!

She gazed into his green eyes, happy to be reminded of who he most took after.

"S-Sorry Izuku...I'm j-just so proud!"

She was return with his love and a smile, before watching her son leave, destined for greater things. It was bittersweet, to have a day off work on the day her son started his. She was faced with a realization that she would be alone until he came back. The home was clean and she only had herself to feed. She was truly devoid of all responsibility for the next several hours, and she did not know how to react.

"I...maybe Mitsuki is off too. I...I gotta do something today...", she wondered aloud.

Izuku growled and recklessly plunged his fingers into his delicate eyeballs, trying to dig his nail under the thin plate of colored silicone. Every time he put the green contacts on, it felt like the video resolution dropped from high definition to 780 pixels. Was it the worst thing in the world? No, but it sure was irritating, after longer than three minutes. He managed to get a hold of them and vaporized them, sending them into a realm seperate from existence. Immediately, the clarity of color depth of his surroundings became apparent.

"I...I can't live like this. Emily, isn't there some kind of spell to change my eyes back?"

The haughty, yet exhausted voice of his vampire master echoed in his mind, but he was used to it by now.

"Yes, but to keep even a minor disguise spell like that from suddenly failing would exhaust you. You would not be able to maintain it for hours at a time. You could always just...memory wipe her. Have her believe you've always had..."

Emily yawned obnoxiously, adding to Izuku's irritation.

"I will never memory wipe anyone! Especially my own mom....I also can't cast a spell like that yet, too advanced. I can deal with exhaustion. Which page? What's the spell called?", he asked, unvaporizing his grimoire of spells and rituals.

"Chapter 89, Section 52, page 4..."Izuku almost fell for it.

"Emily...section numbers only go up to 50. There is no section 52 anywhere", Izuku stated matter-of-factly.

"You...you actually read through an ENTIRE chapter in the grimoire?", Emily asked, the incredulity in her tone breaking through her exhausted demeanor. Izuku replied with some uncertainty.

"W-Well, yes! I figured the more of the grimoire I read, the better an understanding I would have of magic and how to learn spells quicker and..."

"Izuku, do you ever intend on having sex?" The fowardness and subject matter completely threw him off. "W-What does that question matter?!?"

"I know I told you to learn at your own pace, but dear God boy! The significance of our relationship is so that you may learn magic and do WHATEVER it is you desire! Do you truly wish to spend your youth in the confines of that book? You would be better suited to become a studious wizard rather than a warlock..."

"I actually kind of like learning about this magic stuff though..."

Emily and Izuku argued back and forth all the way to Yuuei, using their telepathic link when others were around as to avoid making him look crazy. It seemed that to Emily, power wasn't just the ability to overcome others, but to do whatever it is one wants, whenever and to whoever they want. Izuku, on the other hand, sees using magic purely as a tool for heroism, and shouldn't be exploited for anything else. Truly, master and student could not be more different.

"...and therefore, your modern society has done you a disservice! Tell me, Izuku. Am I attractive to you?"

Well...yes. You already know that!

"But would you FUCK me?"

Izuku gasped and pulled his head down, much to the confusion of the people around him on the train. He held his face to prevent his blush from being too visable.

W-What kind of question is...?

"EXACTLY. Your lack of a strong masculine figure in your life has led you to become cowardly and shrewd! The answer should have been without hesitation, a yes, or a no."

Mention of his father stripped him of his prior embarrassment and turned his thoughts to anger. Emily was being infuriating, more than usual, on a day in which he should be happy about. The train he was just in was filled with people and it was fucking hot outside. He felt miserable, and from that misery came outburst.

Emily I actually don't care about what you think! My dad being in my life or not has nothing to do with my decisions, and I never asked your damn opinion about any if it! I don't care if people from your era had three kids by sixteen, I am not inferior or flawed for not following your stupid, primitive way of thinking!

That was when Izuku ran into her. A shriek, a stumble, and a pair of falls later, two bodies were on the ground. The greener of the two burst into apology, as if it weren't for a certain someone, he would have been watching where he was going. The other simply sighed.

"I-I really am sorry, I was distracted and I didn't see you there...", Izuku uttered a short gasp when he saw the face of the girl he ran into.

"I-Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Thats so r-GASP! I KNOW YOU! YOU'RE THE GUY THAT SAVED ME FROM THE ROBOT AND THEN GROPED ME AFTERWARDS!", replied the newly introduced Toru Hagakure...rather loudly.

Izuku felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle, and looked around to realize literally everybody had heard what she said. There was whispering, ugly stares, and even a few glares from people who probably wanted to hurt him now.

"Look at those pathetic human wastes, Izuku. They hear news of your alleged assault apon her, and they do NOTHING. They merely stare, converse the issue with their useless friends, and then...nothing. They go home, feeling as if they accomplished anything. Izuku...there is a reason I wish you to become proactive in your life...there is nothing I despise worse than a USELESS BYSTANDER."

"U-Um...green dude...you okay there? I didn't really mean that, I know it was an accident! I thought it was really cool how you powered up and used your spooky mind powers to defend me! Or maybe you just wanted to show off...", she trailed off.

"Sorry! I was...distracted by something", he admitted before continuing. "I wasn't trying to show off or anything, my quirk is just inconsistent sometimes!"

Oh fuck, that feels weird to say. "My quirk."

"I did it because I heard you...you were in trouble so I..."

"Awwwwwww that's such a hero thing to say! I knew they'd let you into Yuuei!"

Izuku then took note of her appearance. The same loose brown hair, pale skin, adorable face with slightly puffy cheeks, and her uniform, which was the same as his!

"You made it into Yuuei too!", he replied with a little more astonishment than neccessary.

"Well, yeah!", she replied with some annoyance. "Why wouldn't I?"

Izuku ran his fingers nervously through his curly hair. "Well...it's just that your quirk lets you turn invisible, right? Did you have a weapon or something? Unless you spent the entire match gaining rescue points, I'm not sure how you'd be able to destroy the robots."

Hagakure pouted and dramatically crossed her arms. "Hmpf! I'll have you know, Mr.Smartypants, that the robots have a button on their back that disables them when you press it! But since that requires getting close and also behind them, it'd be hard for that annoying speed guy to press it, it needs a...gentle touch."

Hagakure emphasized her point by sticking out her finger and gently poking the tip of Izuku's nose.

"Boop!"

Just then, an soft, evil laugh came from within.

Emily?

"She doesn't know..."

Doesn't know what?

"You haven't realized either? Hilarious! You will both find out, dear pet."

What? No! No surprises, just tell me!

Izuku was only met with silence, and Hagakure awkwardly waiting for some kind of response. Luckily for both of them, it was that very same silence that broke them from their conversational stall. Unluckily, the source of that silence was from their position, in front of the doors of Yuuei...with nobody else around.

"I'M GONNA BE LATE!", they both yelled at once.

Without any moment to spare, both the students rushed towards their futures, making further conversation as they ran down the halls. Her name was Toru Hagakure, and his was Izuku Midoryia. It was fun, yet Toru couldn't shake the phrase the strange boy used.

What does he mean, turn invisible?

"WE ARE HERE!", the dynamic duo announced as they entered theough the massive door of class 1-A, which just happened to coincidentally be both of their classes. The students inside reacted in a variety of ways, from a shared cheer from a girl with horns and pink skin, to an indifferent glance from a boy with heterochromic eyes. However, their enthusiasm was not shared by the residing homeless man in the class.

"Ah, I know that look. It is a facial expression I myself have worn on several occasions...mainly when one of my incompetent students requires DISCIPLINE", Emily informed with glee.

Wait, you mean that's our...

"I am Shota Aizawa...your sensei and homeroom teacher of class 1-A", said the homeless man clad in black, with one of the most monotone voices to ever grace the planet.

"...and you two, were only twenty seconds from being expelled on your first day of Yuuei."

Izuku, Hagakure, and the entire class turned deathly silent at the horrific realization. Emily started to howl with laughter inside Izuku's mind. The idea that, after all they had been through, all their progress, everything Izuku had done to reach this moment...

"It could have been undone in 20 seconds on the mere whim of this one man. Holy Heaven, I love him already."

Aizawa glared at the two before opening a bag on the table, revealing several gym uniforms.

"Everyone, put these on and report to the field. You'll know it when you see it."

Aizawa turned to the two embarrassed underperformers once again. "If either of you two are the last ones to the field, you will be expelled."

Hagakure and Izuku were the first ones there, an impressive feat considering the competition. The rude and uptight speedster was third, while as for the fourth...

Izuku could feel Bakugou's breath down his neck. He figured they would see each other at Yuuei, but he didn't think they'd be in the same goddamn class. This was just how it had to be, it seemed. Hagakure glanced several times at Izuku's cool bone necklace, before making the near-fatal mistake of trying to touch it.

"Is that real bone? Gross!"

Izuku felt his adrenaline surge as he clutched the fang with one hand and turned his body away from her. The surrounding area was suddenly met with a chill wind before Izuku calmed down. Everything returned to the way it was, the paranormal anomaly only lasting a few seconds. Hagakure covered her mouth, feeling as though she committed an unforgivable offense.

"I-I...I didn't m-mean to..."

"I-it's okay! I just...I..."

Why DID I do that? She wasn't even trying to take it...

Izuku felt a slight sting around his palm from clutching the fang too tightly. The blood would drip if it wasn't disposed of, but he couldn't wipe it on his uniform! Izuku gently held onto the fang, but the blood remained.

"I am not ALWAYS hungry, Izuku. You cannot just use my fang to clean up spills..."

Emily. PLEASE.

"Only if you promise to let me feed on our new lady friend."

Izuku glanced at Hagakure.

No fucking way, Emily.

Steeling his resolve, Izuku faked a yawn and licked his own blood from his hand, as well as the fang. The bitter, coppery taste reminded him just how depraved a vampire really is if they enjoyed drinking this stuff. Just in time, Aizawa and the rest of the class showed to the field.

"You will all undergo a quirk assessment test."

The phrase lingered on the lips of the students, some silent but most letting their irritating sounds flow freely. A girl with rosy cheeks with brown hair, darker than Hagakure's, spoke up reluctantly.

"But what about the Yuuei entrance ceremony? Orientation?"

Many students had similar thoughts, nodding along with her. Aizawa responded bluntly. "If you intend on being a hero, you won't have time for such unproductive events." The class seemed to gasp at this, Izuku included.

Does he really plan to micromanage our every second here? He's even stricter than you, Emily!

"Hmpf."

"One of Yuuei's selling point's is the freedom it grants to it's staff and teachers as well as how unrestrictive its traditions are. I am allowed to manage my class however I see fit...", Aizawa gestured to the field and it's various painted lines for different exercises, "You are all familiar with these from junior high, right? Physical fitness tests, where you're not allowed to use your quirks. Japan still uses these outdated methods to determine average fitness. I believe this...impractical."

Aizawa directs his gaze to Bakugou, who stared back. "You finished at the top of the practical exam. Your softball throw. Maximum?"

"Hmpf. 67 meters."

"Impressive for a child."

Not really.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Izuku", Emily cooed.

You don't even know how long a meter is, do you?, he snapped back.

Aizawa instructed him to throw a softball as hard as he could, but this time, he could use his quirk. The eyes of his peers apon him, Bakugou decided this was as great a time as any to make a killer first impression. With a ferocious DIE!, Bakugou unleashed an explosion from his palm just as he released the ball, sending it spiraling into the sky.

"Knowing your own maximum is the most rational way to build the foundation of your hero career", Aizawa said, showing the class a device which read the distance the ball was thrown, an astonishing 705 meters! The class was impressed, even giddy with excitement at the prospect of being able to use their quirks. The pink haired girl with the horns even said it looks fun! Izuku couldn't help but agree.

"Looks like fun, huh?", Aizawa repeated with a voice too soft to be anything other than malicious. The veteran hero decided there was nothing wrong with having fun. Why, this was only training for one of the most dangerous and traumatizing professions in the world, why shouldn't his students have some fun? Emily sensed his intentions before he even opened his mouth, and through her, Izuku felt a chill before the stress returned. He could already hear her insidious laughter.

"Fun. Okay. Why not? Whoever comes last in all 8 tests will be judged as having no potential, and will be punished with expulsion."

The students held their breath, hoping for a joke that would never come, or praying for some miracle. Only one thought circulated through them, keeping hope alive.

I don't need to be first, I just have to avoid being last.

"Welcome to Yuuei High, students!"

After a brief but ultimately fruitless protest from some of the students, the tests began, starting with the 50 meter dash. Izuku then began to realize a serious problem. Fear, Vaporization, Conjuration, Shadow Bolt, Water Breath, Teleportation, Telekinesis...

Almost none of my spells can help me here!

"Nonsense, young one. Surely there is a creative application you can use."

There is? Tell me, please!

"No."

Internally cursing out his master, Izuku previewed his options. He wasn't strong enough to throw himself foward with telekinesis, but a short range teleport coule work! Still...

Just teleporting my clothes on a beach took a lot out of me, not to mention teleporting MY ENTIRE BODY. I shouldn't try to close the entire gap or I'll end up killing myself.

Izuku narrowed his eyes in determination. He has been practicing endlessly for moments like this, to finally prove himself. He made a compromise, 15 meters was safe. The dark spellcaster then caught his rival glaring at him, as they have been coincidentally chosen to sprint alongside each other for the dash. That look in his eyes...

He still thinks me as a bug to be squished.

"Twenty-five meters."

"Eh?"

He didn't respond. A cutsey robotic voice counted down and marked the pair for competition.

"Start!"

Bakugou and Izuku set off, with Bakugou holding an obvious lead. The blonde-haired demoman ignited his palms and rocketed down the track, his speed drastically boosted by his quirk. Izuku was unbothered, he had this. Step after step, Izuku kept his eyes firmly on Bakugou, and realized just truly what he wanted.

15 meters...25 meters...no. What I really want...IS TO MAKE YOU LOSE.

Just before Bakugou could cross the 50 meter threshold, Izuku focused his very soul into the energies that bind all matter together, a mixture of gravity, shadow...and something else. He glared at the spot he wanted and delved into the void itself, disappearing from the physical realm, leaving only a trace amount of smoke. Aizawa's heart rate spiked and the heterochromic student felt a lowering of temperature. A half second later, Izuku returned to the physical world...in front of Bakugou.

"3.89 seconds!"

"4.03 seconds!"

"Woah!"

"A warping quirk?!? Those are super rare..."

"W-What? But...that wasn't his quirk...", Hagakure stammered, freaked out at the walking contradiction she just saw.

Izuku coughed violently, nearly vomiting over the dirt ground, but in the end he managed to cling onto breakfast. As for Bakugou...he just stood still, disbelief and doubt clutching his mind. Did he hear that right? Deku was faster than him by a tenth of a second? No, clearly the damn robot was broken. Bakugou looked to his side, the culprit in perfect condition while the rival was currently coughing and laughing manically at the same time.

That did NOT just happen. That's literally fucking impossible! That's...

Bakugou looked again, hundreds of emotions beginning to boil at once. He exploded and put his hands on Izuku's shoulders, shaking his disoriented and exhausted body like a ragdoll.

"THAT'S HOW YOU GOT IN!?! YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP SHIT FROM ME YOU WORTHLESS D-", Bakugou's arms and legs were suddenly restrained. Instinctively, he activated his explosions.

Yet, he didn't.

"As homeroom teacher, it is my responsibility to ensure every single one of my students with potential has the opportunity to grow. That also means keeping them from excessive injury. Bakugou, you are not the first student I have expelled that had the highest score in the entrance exam, and you will not be the last. STOP. FIGHTING."

Aizawa held far more than empty threats and gifted authority, as it turned out. The man's long, shaggy hair was raised upwards, exposing his entire face and gleaming red eyes, which were kept unflinchingly focused on his student. He held his simple scarf in his hands, with Bakugou restrained on the other end, unable to force his way out. With his hair free and scarf loose, Izuku was able to notice a pair of familiar yellow goggles around his neck. He did everything he could to stop himself from smiling. One of his favorite heroes, Eraserhead, was his homeroom teacher!

Suddenly, a raspy, dry voice filled with absolute hatred reverberated through his head with such force that he checked if anyone else could hear her.

"A NULL. That damn priest...I was certain I had fucking EXTERMINATED his bloodline! How does this man have this ability?!? Bastard must have gotten BUSY after he put me in here!"

A...A null? What's a null?

"A null...a nullifier of magic. An individual who can STRIP you of your power! One of them was present, all those years ago...accompanying an army set to defile and IMPRISON me. If it weren't for the ancestor of the man...I WOULD STILL ROAM THIS FORSAKEN EARTH."

Emily...calm down! Quirks aren't an exact science! He could have just gotten his quirk randomly! This all happened in ancient Europe, right? It's very unlikely that his kids went to...

"NO! I can sense it...the blood of an enemy runs through his veins. I cannot have truly won, not until I am out of this cursed necklace...not until AIZAWA IS DEAD."

Izuku looked at Aizawa, who had just let go of Bakugou and was now instructing the next pair of students to line up for the dash. He wouldn't be here without Emily, he knew that. It's just...

Emily...I can't kill anyone. Especially someone who's innocent! Even if the person who locked you away was one of Aizawa's ancestors...that isn't any of HIS fault! I can't help you do this.

Emily stopped speaking, and that's when Izuku knew there was something seriously wrong. Izuku took the rest of the tests, unsurprisingly taking the lower average in most of them, as his magic couldn't help him. What he did notice was the...variety among his classmates. In the grip test, a very tall student with 3 arms from each shoulder dominated the grip test, with a close second from an unassuming girl with orange hair who could enlarge her hands. In the standing long jump, an unimpressive blonde who spoke part french managed to top the scores, using a laser from his belly as a propellant.

Then, test 5: The softball throw.

Izuku began to sweat, but not from any particular exhaustion. He did well in the dash, using his teleport to get a high score, but he was failing in every other event. All that was left was this test, the long run, sit-ups, toe-touch, and the long distance run. None of which any of his magic could help him with!

Heh, well I could use telekinesis to bend myself into a pretzel if I tried hard enough. I'd also die, but I bet nobody else would get first, he joked darkly.

The lack of response shook him to his core, usually when he made a joke like that, Emily would laugh, insult him for how bad it was, or make an even more fucked up joke. Now, though, surrounded by fellow students and future heroes, he was alone. He looked at the ball in his hand, glumly considering just throwing it and getting his expulsion over with.

"Wait."

Izuku perked up immediately.

"You dumb, dumb child. Have you learned nothing from me? Of our time together? What was the 4th book I had you read to me?"

4th...it wasn't a book, it was a wikipedia page on the history of ballistic weapons. You really liked the part where-

"Irrelevant. Izuku, what revolutionary design allowed for the musket to become an obsolete design?"

It was...rifling! The inside of the barrel of the gun was designed so that the bullet would spin when fired, which allowed it to maintain it's velocity over longer ranges...but why bring it up? I don't have a gun.

"...Izuku. What is in your hands?"

Izuku hated feeling stupid, and Emily was very good at making him feel stupid. Still, he got it now! Smiling, Izuku used his telekinesis to suspend the ball inbetween his hands, much to the surprise of his classmates.

"Wait...I thought he had a warp quirk?"

"Woah, he can make stuff levitate too?

"What...?", the stoic and icy student whispered to himself.

Using telekinesis, his rotated the softball with both hands on opposing sides of the ball. Faster and faster and faster, Izuku found himself needing to occasionally lower the force to avoid losing control. Still, after a solid twenty seconds of spinning, the ball began to glow warmly from the friction against the air. Any faster and the ball would become too damaged to throw, or he would fall unconscious from raw exhaustion. With a wicked laugh and a final PUSH!, Izuku blasted the ball fowards, which screamed as it flew through the air and out of sight. A few seconds later, a resonding CRACK! was heard from some distance away. Aizawa checked the device and held it up to the group of awestruck students.

1138 meters!

The class cheered for the previously underperforming student, who was now sweating furiously and breathing rapidly on the ground. Aizawa glared at him dissaprovingly, prepared to drop reality apon the occult student.

"Do you expect to gain any results from wasting time and over-exhausting yourself? To use all of your energy on a single move and become a civilian right after? There is nothing practical to be gained from that. You have nothing to be proud of, Midoriya. I am rescinding the points you have gained from this test. Get up and let someone else have their turn."

The cheers quickly quieted down after that, joy and celebration quickly turned sour. Izuku felt tears on the edge of his eyes. His chance to use his magic and prove himself...only to be coldly turned away. Hagakure and a muscular student with spikey red hair came over and helped him on his feet, guiding him back and attempting to console the silent boy.

"Hey, that was a really cool move you did there! It was like a cannonball! Super manly!"

"Y-Yeah Midoriya! That was a total superhero move there! D-Don't worry! There's no way you're...", Hagakure couldn't finish the sentance, she didn't even want to think about her new friend being kicked out.

Izuku glumly watched the rest of the students with their throws. One girl used her quirk to cancel gravity, ending up with an infinite ball throw. Funny, he thought, that even if the points counted, he wouldn't have been the best result for the throw. Even his dash wasn't the best, that speedster, Iida, held a time of 3 seconds. He didn't have a single top result. Izuku sighed.

"Izuku...something powerful is watching us..."

Izuku perked his head up and looked around, only seeing a girl on the field, preparing her softball throw.

"That girl. Her aura is...familiar."

Izuku looked closer. He had seen her before when she took the grip test. She enlarged her hands dramatically, as far as the device would let her, and got second place behind the octopus looking guy. She was pretty, with teal eyes and orange hair in a ponytail, she looked cheerful yet determined, like Hagakure but with more self-confidence. That being said...

Emily, there's nothing THAT special about her. Her hand enlargement quirk is useful, but she isn't much different from that sugar eating guy or-

The girl reared her arm back and something awe-inspiring happened. As though she was suddenly boosted with hundreds of adrenaline shots, the muscles in her arms swelled with power, adopting a glimmering shine as she threw the ball foward with godly strength.

"SMASH!"

The ball disappeared from sight instantly, as a massive cloud of dust was uprooted from the sheer force of the throw. The girl winced and held her arm, which, aside from being red from muscle overuse, looked no worse for wear. The girl shook her arm a little.

"Wow, that's gonna be sore tomorrow", she noted.

Aizawa held a look of serious concern as he reluctantly showed the distance of the ball. The class was agape in shock, even Bakugou was silent.

3261 meters!

Quickly, Aizawa regained his composure.

"Alright, next student."

Izuku and Emily put the pieces together. The cleaned up beach, the massive junk pile that had been demolished by a single strike. It wasn't All Might that had punched it, it was her.

"T-That was amazing! How were you not first with power like that?!? What's your name?", nearly all the students asked her with some variation of words. She responded with a smile and a friendly, humble demeanor.

"Oh, that? O-Oh, just something I've been practicing! My name is Itsuka Kendo, nice to meet all of you! I'm happy we share the same class, in 1-A!"

Author's Notes: The usual line breakers I use, the XxXxXxXxXx, for whatever reason the format just keeps breaking and never stays in the middle like I had it before, so I'm just going to use the normal lines. I am not happy about this.

So yeah, double chapter! Well, more like one and half. Anyways, surprise surprise, the main face of class 1-B is now in 1-A! I love Itsuka Kendo, she seems like such an example of what a good person is. Not only that, but she has a certain superpower from a certain legend, giving the power dynamic of 1-A a bit of a twist. As some can see, she's a natural with it, being able to use it without excessive injury, similar to Toshinori. Izuku isn't too powerful right now, but the more spells he learns, the more overpowered he'll end up being, so this is a way to preserve balance.

I have a more concrete plan for this story than before, and I hope you guys like it!

-Delusional777