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In a world where the supernatural was normal, it was to no surprise that organised crime was not just thriving, but also largely ignored.

Turf wars were constant, police officers bribed, and none of the heroes dared to touch what they considered ‘none of their business’ unless it interfered with their cases.

For those that lived in the area that the Yakuza operated, it was easy for them to be drawn into the mess and became members of the gangs for their own safety.

Not that being a member of one of the Yakuza was all that safer really.

For a young mother raising a child with her husband being absent, funds became low and she was forced to move to a lower classed neighbourhood. Her son didn’t see why they had to move, but quickly integrated himself with the local kids.  Who, like him, were either Quirkless or had Quirks that were deemed worthless.

The more powerful the quirk, the quicker you were picked up by one of the gangs, after all.

The boy, despite being Quirkless, had a keen eye for observation and innovative ideas for Quirks that weren’t considered conventionally practical for crime, combat or even just everyday use.  

In a matter of months, the boy rallied his friends and created their own group, one that protected the ones society deemed as trash, worthless, useless. Adults who had been shunned by society joined and the number of members soon picked up pace, bringing in funds that gave the group more access to tools and equipment that the children’s allowances couldn’t provide.

Although the boy was very persuasive when he put his mind to things, getting discounts that no adult or housewife could haggle for, he couldn’t stop the ones known in the underworld as the ‘Snatchers’. At least, not conventionally.

His poor mother nearly had a heart attack when he came home with a fresh tattoo bearing the logo of the most recent Yakuza.

But once he began to explain the objectives of the group, she soon came to reason; but insisted on joining in order to know who he was running around town with and who she could contact, becoming a core member of the group despite her tattoo being in a different spot than the average member. The group soon began to call her the mother of their boss, the ‘Kumicho’s Okasan’, and came to fear her wrath when they endangered her son. Never underestimate a woman who could launch knives and heavy-cast iron frying pans at your head, from where-ever you were in the room.

The boy hated being referred to as the Kumicho, but the other members liked to tease him by referring to him as ‘Oyabun’ or ‘Wakka’, as he despised the idea of being in a higher position of power than any other member, but the members found it adorable how he puffed up in rage like a kitten trying to be intimidating.

The fact that they felt safe enough to tease their Kumicho, even in front of the other Yakuza, was telling in and of itself.

The local gangs that challenged them soon found themselves crushed underneath their heels, but instead of being torn apart and forced into joining, each one was allowed to individually choose their path.

Some joined this new Yakuza, and willingly got the tattoo even if it meant removing the old one. Some left the life of crime completely.

Those that tried anything other than the previous two options, found themselves in a jail cell awaiting trial with no idea how they got there.

The only thing that stuck out was the memory of the only bar that’d accept their business, and this weird blonde skeleton with the flopsy rabbit bangs using his cell phone to make a call……

Couldn’t have been him though, he had the ink of a Yakuza peeking out from under his collar.

The group was known as the ‘Underdogs’, and those who knew their name both feared and revered them, but the surprise that came with knowing the true face behind the group steadily growing in power . . .

The members never grew tired of seeing the reactions Izuku got when newcomers found out the leader was a mere child.

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Tenya Iida was scared.

Here he was, a proud son of the Ingenium line and rightfully expected to continue said line, in a cage with several other children all his age.

He didn’t even know how he got there.

He wanted his brother, but……

He couldn’t show it, he had to be strong.

If only he didn’t feel so ill, and if he could just manage to fire up his engines, then maybe he had a chance to get all of them out of here.

“NOW FOR THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE AUCTION! TEN, THAT’S RIGHT PEOPLE TEN , MALLEABLE LITTLE FOOT SOLDIERS JUST WAITING TO BE TRAINED.”

All that yelling, wasn’t exactly helping his headache.

Wait….

WHAT?!?!

“AND A RARE AND SPECIAL TREAT. TWO, THAT’S RIGHT TWO OF THESE ARE FROM PRO STOCK! THE WELL KNOW INGENIUM LINE, AND THE INFAMOUS ENDEAVOR LINE HAVE BOTH GRACEFULLY DONATED SOME MERCHANDISE THIS MONTH!”

Well, no wonder the boy with the two-toned hair and the scar looked familiar.

Wait, why was the yelling person saying that they were donated as merchandise? The last thing he remembered was walking home from school.

That was when he was blinded as the covering to the cage was ripped off and a bright light poured in.

“SHALL WE START THE CHALLENGES?”

“The Underdogs call for all others interested.” The voice, a female, came from his left hand side. He couldn’t see who it was, he was still blinded, but he could hear the sudden silence and the sharp intakes of breath from most of the other areas around him.

“ALRIGHT, WE HAVE AN INTEREST! CHOOSE YOUR CHALLENGE! CHOOSE YOUR PARTICIPANTS! LET’S GET THIS STARTED!”

“Breakdancing; four participants. One Quirkless, One that produces little orbs of light that can stick to strings, one that can produce a ground cover mist, and one that can produce little strings of light.”

This voice was young, about his own age if he had to guess. But, what would someone his age be doing in a place like this? At least, willingly, at any rate.

There were snickers, followed by catcalls from some of the people Tenya could now see were surrounding the stage the cage he and his fellow peers were in.

“Weak quirks backing up someone who doesn’t have one at all? That’s a Dark Horse Gambit that is.”

“Oi, new guy. That’s The Underdogs, their known for pulling those gambits off. They’re the Big Deal around here. They even have connections with the police and, if rumour is to be believed, one of the biggest hero agencies around. You don’t mess with them, they’ll fuck your shit up and leave you out to dry.”

What followed, was the strangest thing that Tenya had ever witnessed. Yakuza, actually going about something non-violently, as non-violent as this was anyway.

The two ‘teams’ faced off in three rounds of what looked to be a dance-off. The ‘newcomers’, all with flashy and strong quirks, would dance through a song or two than these ‘Underdogs’ would dance to the same songs.

What followed was, even by Tenya’s inexperienced eyes, a complete thrashing.

The Underdogs utilized their Quirks, those that had them anyway, and put on a right show. The special effects from the quirks only enhancing their performance.

The newcomers however, only tripped over themselves and made themselves look like right fools as it was clear that their didn’t even know how to show their quirks off properly, let alone actually use them while dancing.

A clear win for these ‘Underdogs’.

There was an exchange of a briefcase, then the announcer turned to the other people in the room.

“TIME FOR THE BRANDING CEREMONY! ANY OBSERVERS BETTER KEEP OUT OF IT!”

Branding? That didn’t sound good.

The door to the cage was unlocked, then two men entered it, cornered Endeavour’s boy and shoved a bottle in his mouth before tipping it up and forcing him to swallow.

The boy thrashed and fought against the two men, but eventually whatever was in the bottle kicked in, his body slumping in the men’s grip. The other children watched as the men dragged him out of the cage, to the place that had a table and a woman waiting with some sort of gun.

Tenya recognised the instrument immediately. He had gone with his brother, when his brother had decided to ‘get some ink done’.

“It is alright, that’s a tattoo gun. They might be painful to receive, and even more so to remove, but they are not as permanent as an actual brand scar.” He whispered back to the others.

“Why are you just going along with this!?” another boy whispered back.

“Because if we fight back, it will only end up like Todoroki for now, and maybe even worse for us later. The best we can do is go along with this and wait for the chance to escape. Then we can get out safe, and back to our families.” Tenya was good with logic, and he needed the logic at the moment.

The woman finished with the Two-toned boy and some others picked the boy up, carrying him off to somewhere out of sight, while the two men from before again entered the cage.

Tenya immediately stood up and shakily walked over.

He was offered a similar bottle to the one Todoroki had been forced to drink, and he sniffed it before looking up quizzically.

“Alcohol?” He questioned, just loud enough that the other children could hear.

“It’s not like we can afford the good pain shit, being Yakuza an’ all. And we ain’t gonna put a kid through getting the tat without somethin’ ta take the edge off. Unlike the rest, we Underdogs ain’t that heartless. Make sure to slug th’ whole bottle boy, it’ll knock ya inta the black right quick and ya won’t even feel the needles. An’ don’t worry about shared needles, each set gets used only once.”

Tenya nodded, before doing as asked. He was fine for a few moments, then began to feel all floaty and slightly dizzy, before blackness overtook his vision and he knew no more.

-o0o-

Tenya woke slowly to a pounding headache, a nauseous stomach, and hands rubbing something cold into his back, which was stinging quite fiercely.

“Ah! You’re awake!” It was the female voice from before, the one that had called out the interest of this particular Yakuza group.

“You okay? You’re the last one to wake up.” It was one of the girls in the cage with him, she looked worried.

“Here deary, some painkiller for your head, and some water. This’ll settle that stomach of yours down.” The female was short, and on the slightly chubbier side. She also had a kind face and, when she reached out and a mirror was pulled towards her hand, helped Tenya over to the mirror near the wall so he could look at his new tattoo.

It was quite stylish, and almost tribal in it’s design. A dog’s head, biting a broken chain that was partially wrapped around its muzzle. Located on his upper back, between his shoulder blades and near the nape of his neck, it was quite a sight to see.

“Ah, Kumicho’s Okasan! Forgive me for interrupting, but Kumicho was wondering if he could meet the new members. He seems particularly invested this time, seeing as we got two Pro-blooded. We really don’t need the heat that’ll bring, especially since Yagi-taicho is telling stories about the flaming bastard again.”

Tenya looked in the direction that he suddenly heard choking from, only to see Todoroki struggling to breathe through what was clearly laughter.

There was a pause, before the member turned away from the sight, muttering something about ‘ that’s either very good, or very bad ’.

-o0o-

Very bad indeed; for the boy, the Kumicho of the biggest Yakuza group in the area was a child his age! , promptly produced copies of missing persons reports featuring only nine of the children sat in front of him.

“Your sister tried to make a report, but your father overrode it. Claimed something about a rebellious phase? It all stinks of horseshit to me, and us Underdogs specialize in horseshit according to the other Yakuza gangs.”

“. . . .” Todoroki stayed silent, his head down.

“We do have police connections, and have someone with a registered truth quirk in our ranks. You don’t ever have to go back to the abusive bastard, and we can pull some strings to get your sister out too. One of your brothers has already commited suicide, and the other has already provided testimony that will break the reputation of that flaming pile of garbage over it’s knee. Add yours, and he’ll never be able to get out, even if he does survive.”

“Will I have to publicly testify?” The voice was very soft, almost afraid of what was being offered.

“Nope, a video recording will do, especially if it’s with the truth quirk in frame.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Tenya decided to be straightforward.

“Well, the nine of you need to call your parents and make sure they know you’re okay. You will be staying here until your tattoos heal, there’s no getting around that unfortunately, but you can at least make sure that your parents know you’re alive and okay. I want you to call them every night, then after the tattoos heal up, you’ll be taken back to your homes.”

“You will not force us to be a part of your Yakuza?” Tenya seemed confused at the prospect.

“Something that you will quickly learn here, harsh as it may be, is that the Ghettos and the people that live in them simply don’t matter. The Ghettos are invisible to the Pro Heros and the Police generally want nothing to do with them. The only ones that care about the people of the Ghettos ARE the people of the Ghettos, even if only for their own lives.”

“You sound like some sort of hero. What are you, some sort of Vigilante group instead of Yakuza?” The boy that had wanted to fight free piped up.

“When it comes to the Ghettos; Vigilante or Yakuza, it’s the same difference. The only way to survive is to become a criminal. You don’t live long otherwise.”

-o0o-

They were gathered into a large room later that night.

There was a large screen on one wall, manned by a scrawny blonde skeleton near a console.

A few soft coughs drifted over, while a calling icon popped up on the screen.

A few minutes later, the room was ringing with yells and crying as the kids were confronted with a video call of their collective parents (and for Shouto, his older sister).

Everyone was talking, until the sound cut out.

“One at a *cough* time.” Came the tired rasp, from the blonde.

One at a time it was, the kids assuring their parents that they were physically okay, although not one of them mentioned what they had been through.

Tenya went last, and decided to address the elephant in the room.

“Aniki, Chichi, Haha, there is something you should know.”

He then turned around and stripped off his shirt, revealing the new tattoo he sported.

Everyone froze, before a calm voice asked for an explanation.

Tenya looked over at his brother, before blinking away tears and opening his mouth.

“You didn’t *cough* know where the kids were found, *cough cough* do you?” The scrawny blonde chose that moment to join the conversation.

“No, why? Does the location really matter that much?” It was clear that Tensei wasn’t as calm as he first appeared, Ingenium was now clearly enraged, as he was glaring at the blonde skeleton.

“What do you know about the *cough* Bi-Annual Night Meat Market in the Yakuza Ghetto?”

“The only market I can think of there is that rumour of…….”

“Yeah, it’s not a rumour. *cough cough* Just be glad the local Yakuza has a first pick and that the top gang always goes for the kids first. You wouldn’t be seeing them ever again otherwise. *cough cough cough*”

“WHAT!?!”

“Yeah, the Police have known about that for ages now *cough*. They just won’t do anything about it. This is the *cough cough* Ghetto after all.”

“WHAT HAS IT BEING IN THE GHETTO TO DO WITH ALLOWING THE SLAVE TRADE TO CONTINUE?!?!?”

That roar from Ingenium had every other parent clued in to what had happened to their kids, and boy were they pissed.

“Aniki?” Tenya’s quavering voice quietened the commotion.

“This is something the Kumicho of this particular Yakuza told me. ‘The Ghettos are invisible to the Pro Heros and the Police generally want nothing to do with them. The only ones that care about the people of the Ghettos ARE the people of the Ghettos, even if only for their own lives. The only way to survive is to become a criminal. You don’t live long otherwise.’ I have seen it with my own eyes today. The only Hero that actually cares about the Ghettos is All Might, and he can’t be everywhere. Even if All Might were to try and clean up the Ghettos, he won’t have any backup and would be in constant danger. I overheard All Might himself reassuring the Kumicho of this Yakuza that he doesn’t care about risking his career to donate the funds needed to rescue the children from those markets. I have seen three police officers start hitting a fourth to ‘smack some sense’ into them because they wanted to stop and actually patrol the Ghetto. I saw a police officer talking to some of the gang members here, and lamenting the fact that his higher ups refused to notify you and the other parents about us kids being found, even if we had to be bought like some sort of pet. All simply because of the location. I asked around, and the unwritten rule about those Markets is that unmarked merchandise is up for grabs for those that want it, that’s why they had to start the so called ‘branding ceremonies’. If I didn’t have this tattoo, anyone could have taken me after I got bought and there wouldn’t have been a thing anyone could do about it.”

Tenya was in tears by the time he finished.

A pair of small arms wrapped around him, and he was lowered back to the cushions. A green curly mop of hair met his nose when he tried to look up, so he put his head back down onto the shoulder of the Yakuza Boss that was cradling him.

“We are keeping the kids for as long at it takes that tattoo to heal, then they are going back home.” The child’s voice rang in the eerie silence that had followed Tenya’s little speech.

“And who is this ‘We’ you are speaking of child? Why would you keep our children from us?”

“‘We’ is this Yakuza, the Underdogs. As for why. Well. You try finding a hospital willing to treat a Yakuza member, much less one willing to treat someone from the Ghetto. Unfortunately, these kids will all be considered as coming from the Ghetto, especially if the hospitals find out that they were bought from the Market. And that is AFTER they get past the Yakuza ink these ten now have. Organised crime is ignored, the criminals that are a part of it might as well have invisibility quirks for all the attention we get, and those that get dragged in by bad luck or other such circumstances? Are either eaten alive by this world or are twisted into something that would abhor the person they started as. Very few are able to keep themselves as themselves, and even fewer are able to be rescued. Even then, the stigma never fades.”

“Surely it isn’t that bad?” came a weak voice.

“I repeat. Just try it and see just how bad it is.”

No one dared to ask another question about the ethics of this Yakuza gang.

-o0o-

The next three weeks were spent learning the rules of the Ghetto (even the ones that had decided to leave were taking notes in case they ever found themselves in that area of town), learning the structure of the gangs and the rules of the Yakuza whom had rescued them.

Tenya became very well acquainted with leader of the group, who insisted on being called Zuzu despite the gang referring to him with several titles.

Shouto, once finishing his interview under the truth quirk, easily fit in amongst the quieter children and took a fair bit of coaxing to engage with the adults. Who could blame the kid though, his father was an abusive asshole and his mother locked up in a mental hospital for all they knew.

A spiky purple haired kid around their own age, who had been with the gang for a few months had decided to take Shouto under his wing, after which the boy seemed to flourish.

There was one kid with a rather unconventional quirk, a naval laser, who was the hardest to bring to a stable mental state after the experience that was the markets.

It didn’t help that his parents, after hearing about his troubles, decided to ‘wash their hands’ of him.

Apparently, the boy’s parents hadn’t been too fond of him deciding he was homosexual, to start with.

Some of the adult members of the gang were appalled at his parent’s view, and quickly worked together to rebuild the boy’s confidence, none of them had any issue with sexual identities or gender, as they were a large diverse group.

Shinsou-taicho, as the group called the spiky purple haired kid that was teaching them, was the first to notice something seriously wrong with the boy that had multiple arms.

Turns out, he had to get his wisdom teeth removed, as one had been broken from his kidnapping and another on the other side had been impacted.

The remaining families all tried to find a dentist that would perform the operation, only to discover first-hand what the green haired kid had been talking about.

The moment the dentist’s got any notion of the kid being in the ghetto, the parents found doors slammed in their face, windows shut and the sign switched from ‘open’ to ‘closed’, even when the work day had only just begun.

And that was from those that didn’t ‘politely’ decline treatment due to the poor kid having Yakuza ink.

Thankfully the group had their own contacts in the medical business, and the kid had his teeth sorted out even though his parents were unnerved by the rather filthy state of the lobby.

The office in the back was cleaner, and the tools were all sanitized to standard, but it was still unnerving watching the video of their kid having to drink a large bottle of alcohol for anesthesia.

But once the three weeks were up, only three of the original ten decided to get their ink removed.

The remaining seven kept their tattoos, Shouto and Aoyama were staying in the Ghetto permanently, but the other five were welcome to come and visit as long as they abided to all the rules.

The fact that the kids got tutoring and extra quirk training was a blessing for their parents.

And if some business got a few extra customers out of the deal, well they weren’t ones to look a gift horse in the mouth.

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-o0o-

Tensei had been rather emotional when Tenya finally returned to their home, and his personality being the way it was, had wished to visit the ghetto himself to offer his thanks to Izuku in person as well as understand how life was for the inhabitants of the sector that society ignored.

He got his chance to thank the boy sooner than he thought.

The car carrying Tenya home had pulled up outside the front door, and several Yakuza members had stepped out to escort Tenya back into the house.

Only for Tenya to bow to the open car door as the green haired kid hopped out.

“Ah, Oyabun! Welcome to my home.”

Oyabun? This kid, about the same age as Tenya was the Oyabun of the Underdogs? Wait, why is Tenya calling him that?

“Tenya?”

“I’m sorry I did not inform you sooner aniki. I decided to keep the tattoo, and support the Underdogs so that they may continue to rescue other children like me from those markets. You’re not mad, are you?”

It was a question that Tensei was at odds with, his little brother being part of a gang, but said gang had a noble cause in freeing young innocent children and giving them opportunities that they would not have been able to have if snatched up by another group.

“Tenya, I am not mad, but I am a bit perplexed at the situation. While the Underdogs are far more gracious than their more surly counterparts, I hope that this is not a decision that you will regret in the future.”

“Just think of us Underdogs as more of a Vigilante group than a Yakuza, and you should feel a bit better.” came the cheery chirp from a grinning freckled face.

“*cough* Wakka, that might not be the best for him. While it did work on All Might, it isn’t exactly as reassuring as you seem to think.” the same (oh so familiar) blonde spoke up.

“Ah… Yagi-saaan.” was the downtrodden reply.

Wait. Yagi? As in.. “All Might’s secretary!?”

“Ah, young Tensei, hello again.” The skinny, almost gaunt blonde gave him a smile that most would recoil from, but Tensei had encountered Yagi-san enough to read the man’s face. It wasn’t his fault that he was skinny as a rail and the occasional blood dripping from his mouth would put most people off, the man had a health condition!

“Yagi-san, it is good to see you in good health.” Which was true, as the man’s normally pale clammy skin had more colour in it than the last time they had met, and he had yet to see the man spit blood as he usually did every five minutes.

Yagi-san was the perfect example of how All Might did not see people as useless because of their quirks or their reputation. He had taken on a man who no one would hire because of his ‘condition’, and the fact that his secretary was considered ‘Quirkless’ didn’t change his mind. His colleagues (one being Endeavour) criticized him harshly for hiring someone weak and unfit for the hero business, but as always All Might laughed it off and made a statement; of how everyone deserves to be treated the same as they were all human beings, quirks and status did not change the fact that everyone deserved common decency.

It was one of the reasons Tensei looked up to All Might, and he was one of the few that did not have an issue when they saw Yagi-san at the scene of a crime or accident shortly after All Might had left. And if he did, he would ensure that no other heroes or sidekicks would demean or harass the man, he counted Yagi-san as a close friend.

“I have been in rather good health lately, there haven’t been many incidents in the past few days, and I was able to take a reprieve from my duties.” Yagi-san gave a small cheery laugh, quite similar to All Might’s boisterous laughter now that Tensei thought about it.

“Is that what you call being my mom’s bodyguard when she shops for the base’s groceries?” came the innocent question.

The sharp spray of blood, and the frown directed at the cheeky smirk answered that question pretty well.

Tensei found a small smile growing on his face at this news, Yagi-san deserved someone who would appreciate him for who he was, and if the man was finally opening himself up for a relationship of any kind, he would support him 100%.

“You may be the Kumicho, but don’t think I won’t give you a swat for cheek.” Yagi-san warned the freckled boy, who just grinned and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Yagi-Oji-san is rather fond of Inko-Oba-san.” Tenya commented, causing the man in question to turn from the Kumicho to Tenya who gave an impish smile in return.

Well, if Yagi-san was fine with this group, then perhaps Tensei should do a little more investigating.

And by investigating, he meant visiting the Ghetto itself.

-o0o-

“You sure about this? It’s *cough cough* the Market day.”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, get the rulebook from Tenya, and you’ll need a temporary Henna tattoo. Then come by when Tenya gets picked up, just remember; Follow the Rules, and Don’t Interfere. You try anything, and it’ll look bad on Zuzu. If Zuzu looks bad, it risks all out war.”

“All out war?”

“All. Out. War. The kind that would decimate the city. You don’t really realize just how big the organised crime element is until you become a part of it’s higher ups. Underdog Yakuza practically owns half of Kyoto with how big it is, and it is one of the SMALLER *cough cough cough* Yakuza.”

It took a moment for Tensei to process the information that had just been dumped on him, he had known the Yakuza did have some influence over the city but he didn’t realise it was to this extent.

“Besides, Zuzu wanted Tenya competing in the races. The kid is faster with his recipro-burst than the current fastest runner the competitors have. If Tenya can win that for the Underdogs, we can really start to expand territory. Those races always have either Territory or Manpower on the line.”

Tensei would have to get a rundown on what the races were, but first he would have to get that temporary tattoo.

-o0o-

The Rulebook had been quite thorough and informative, and really drove home just how similar to a vigilante group the Underdog Yakuza really was.

The section of the Rulebook on the Market had him both confused and yet repulsed at what the auctions could contain.

The races were simple, but the betting aspect made him think of dog and horse races. The idea of his brother being bet on like an animal had him gritting his teeth but he had to hold his tongue to avoid causing an incident. His temper only tended to flare up when it came to his little brother.

His anger regarding the races were soothed when his brother blew past all the competition and won each and every race he competed in. Tenya gave him a tired but victorious smile when he returned, Tensei ruffling his sweaty hair, he would always be proud of his little brother’s achievements.  

After the races, the ‘auctions’ began.

Tenya had to calm him down when the goods turned out to be a young child around the age of 6, and from the reactions of the Underdogs the child was younger than the usual pickings. However, Tensei had to leave to cool off when the next ‘item’ was a young pregnant woman, being sold off by her Yakuza family for something that was out of her control. From what he heard being whispered through the crowd, she had been raped by a rival gang, unable to even defend herself because her family would have to kill her to avoid further conflict.

It was all too harsh a reminder that, despite the Underdogs influence, the underworld was as horrid as the public saw it as.

When Tensei returned, he found the young mother just finishing her tattoo. The moment she saw him, she began to cry.

Until Tenya raced over and began babbling about his races and how difficult they were, while Tensei smiled and ruffled his hair.

Then she threw herself at him.

His mind went blank, like the blue screen of death, but he automatically began to murmur comforting words, promising that she would be fine, she was safe, and he wouldn’t allow any harm to befall her. After calming so many panicked civilians after a villain attack, it had become a natural response, but this was a different situation entirely.

Yagi-san seemed to realise his inner turmoil and after a small talk with Zuzu, led him and the woman to what he supposed was a private room, before launching into an explanation of what would happen now.

“The one thing that will never be contested in that auction is a pregnant women being bought as a bride. I hope you realise that.”

“Good thing I’m sterile then. Isn’t it?” Why did I say that? I was hoping only my family would know about that.

Tensei was already making a mental note, of how the frick was he supposed to explain to his parents he now had a wife and a kid on the way? Well, at least they would now finally have that grandchild that they had been asking for, even if it was a stepchild.

“I’m going to have to make this permanent, aren’t I?” That was really his only question.

“That would probably be for the best, I *cough cough* could tell that you were already thinking of it because of Tenya.”

“I am going to get so much shit from my agency because of this.”

“Eh, probably. Just show them the rulebook, and explain that your wife was a rescue.”

Tensei had a feeling it was going to be a lot harder to explain than that.

-o0o-

After the auction was complete, the market turned into an actual black market. Full of items and materials that were considered illegal, hard to come by or the inexpensive versions of high grade goods. Along with the vast variety of stalls and shops, there were the small competitions with money at stake.

Tensei had been rather surprised when Yagi-san was called over to a stall with a table and two stools, the man running it talking about a new challenger. To hear that Yagi-san held the current title as the champion of arm-wrestling was quite the shock, but seeing the gaunt man easily slam an arm attached to a man with bulging muscles down onto the table, made him have to look twice at the man he had thought he had figured out.

Then came the dead-lift stall.

It was relatively new, apparently, and had quite a few people willing to be part of the competition.

Then Zuzu stepped up.

Tensei wanted to screech, this kid was going against these bodybuilder look-a-likes, and had just dropped his own bet of (Tensei was sure to be) over five grand on the table!

Was this kid slipped something or what? Why would he do this?

It was only Yagi-san’s hand on his shoulder, and his new *ahem* wife in his arms that stopped him from doing something stupid.

He could only watch, his eyes growing wider by the round as this kid was easily outstripping his opponents.

Needless to say, Zuzu won the entire thing.

He didn’t even want to know how large the winnings had been, the kid had to stuff the wads of bills into a nondescript backpack that he slung over his shoulder before peering into the stalls and browsing through the merchandise.

But did Yagi-san really have to mention that the green-haired kid was a late bloomer!?!

At least he managed to find that rare antique that his mother had wanted for her birthday. He didn’t know how much it would have cost to get one imported.

Due to him inspecting the antique vase, he failed to notice Yagi-san shaking his head at Tenya who had been about to tell Tensei that the stall owner was a known smuggler.

-o0o-

Tensei received two varying reactions to him bringing back a pregnant woman to the house.

His mother fainted, his father (once confirming his wife was fine) clapped Tensei on the shoulder and said “I hope you’re prepared for the pregnancy hormones.”

How far along was she anyway?!

-o0o-

Chapter Text

Ingenium gaining a wife had been big news, but it immediately became overshadowed when the interview exposing the cruelty of a man that they considered a hero, was released.

The internet almost imploded as comments, speculations, rants and articles poured out in waves, condemning Endeavour while others tried to (and failed to) justify or accuse the interview as being false.

But when the case was taken to court, no one could deny that the interview was true and as the case began to unfold, the public became horrified as they found out how far Endeavour’s cruelty could go.

He drove his wife to the absolute point of insanity that she harmed her one of her own children, and furthermore, his third child took his own life to escape the abuse that their father had committed against him. The suicide note that he left behind had been quite informative, thankfully the oldest had kept it before Endeavour could dispose of it.

The scandal that was the youngest member of the family preferring to stay with a Yakuza gang, and proudly wearing the ink to prove it, rather than return home was only the icing on the cake.

Even Endeavour’s lawyers couldn’t dig the man out of the hole he had dug himself into, which wasn’t helped as the former #2 hero couldn’t hold his tongue and spewed an explicit string of curses when the video of his youngest was played in the court.

It didn’t help that Endeavour had turned onto his own legal team and began a right tirade of abuse and threats to make them get him acquitted of all charges.

His lawyers dumped him faster than a pot of hot coffee.

Ironically one female on his team of lawyers had the balls to throw a cup of coffee in his face when he called women weak and worthless when his wife was mentioned.

She was heavily applauded by the jury at the sight of seeing him without his famous ‘flame-beard’.

And for the youngest victim of his abuse?

Well, Shouto was reveling in seeing his father getting exactly what he deserved.

It was rather easy, then, to miss an opinion piece in one newspaper.

An interview with Ingenium and his new wife, complete with a candid photo of Ingenium’s exposed back and the ink that rested there.

Chapter Text

Aizawa had been as much as well aware as every other teacher that All Might was joining their roster of educational instructors. Principal Nedzu insisting they congregate in the early mornings of a Saturday when he rather be sleeping at home and binge watching the latest season of some shitty American drama.

He thought high school was bad enough in for him in Japan, but looking at the American’s television version . . .

But here he was, slumped on a couch (he was tired, screw looking presentable) and sucking noisily on a juice bag. Midnight raised a finely plucked eyebrow at him, her face the perfect example of are-you-serious-right-now? .

But Nedzu was walking in through the door, with the hulking mass of muscle that was All Might. It was a little weird to see the man in normal clothes rather than his hero’s costume that always graced the papers, or the yellow suit (he thought it was more a mustard colour though) he wore in interviews.

“Good morning! My sincerest apologies for calling you all in on a weekend, but with the entrance exam approaching, I thought it wise for introductions to be done beforehand rather than after.” Nedzu was already brewing hot water for his tea, Aizawa pulled out another juice bag so he wouldn’t have to talk. It worked every single time, no one dared talk to him if he had a straw in his mouth, plus the deadpan stare he had while drinking freaked most of his students out.

“Ah, Yagi-san. Would you be so kind as to demonstrate why this introduction was needed? It cannot be good for you to go over your limit as much as you currently are.”

Hang on, limit?!

Before any of them could speak, All Might’s form was engulfed in a cloud of mist, causing the closest to the man to cough. Hizashi was flinging open the windows to let the mist out, and someone flicked the fan on to help circulate the air, but even then it took roughly three minutes to clear it all out.

None of them were prepared to see a skinny wraith of a man standing in front of them, the clothes that had been taut and almost close to bursting now hung off his frame, the blonde bangs that stood up in their odd shape now hung over his face, dark shadows under bright blue eyes like the man hadn’t slept in days.

“Why is the quirkless secretary here, and where’s All Might?” Hizashi’s voice broke the silence, and everyone stared at the man in question with gaping mouths.

“You surely cannot be that stupid.” Even Nedzu was stupefied by the reaction Hizashi had made.

Aizawa could do nothing but slap his hand over his eyes, letting out a loud groan as he dragged his fingers down his face.

He had seen the ‘quirkless’ secretary a few times around town, mostly after All Might had fled from the vultures that were reporters, but had never found a reason to talk to him.

Once they had all gotten over their initial shock, Nedzu let All Might, Toshinori Yagi as they soon found out, explain why he posed as a quirkless secretary when not doing hero work and the reason for his gaunt form. There were several winces of sympathy when they heard exactly how he ended up becoming as skeletal as he was after multiple surgeries, but they had to applaud him for continuing his hero work despite his condition.

“Aizawa-san. Yagi-san will be teaching the heroics course for your class.”

Now that, caused Aizawa to freeze in his seat. His juice bag slipped from his hand (luckily he had finished it during the surgery explanation), hitting the floor as he took a few seconds to comprehend what he had just been told.

He looked from Principal Nedzu to All Might (judging from the nervous smile on the hero’s face, he was aware of Aizawa’s harsh methods), and on the second glance he took at the gaunt hero, he happened to notice something he was quite familiar with.

He wouldn’t have noticed it if he had been sitting facing the man, but as All Might had to turn to face him, the shirt that dwarfed the man shifted. Considering what his quirk was, Aizawa’s eyesight was quite keen, and he could see the ink peeking out from under the shirt’s collar.

Aizawa had skulked around the Ghetto’s a few times, sometimes chasing criminals or following up leads, so he was quite familiar with the ink that the #1 hero was sporting.

Normally Aizawa was quite calm and collected, but with his mind the way it was after that announcement, his mind and mouth were not in agreement with each other.

“That’s a Ghetto tattoo.”

“Well *cough cough* I do live there.”

“ That’s Yakuza Ink, Yagi-san!” Aizawa couldn’t hold back the hiss in his voice, his few interactions with Yakuza had not ended well for either party.

“Considering my next-door neighbour is the Kumicho of a Yakuza, and will be here at UA soon? Yeah, I have Yakuza Ink.”

The silence that had befallen the room soon turned into complete panic, Aizawa blankly staring as his fellow teachers turning on Nedzu to confirm or deny what All Might had said.

All Yagi-san did was tilt his head in confusion, and no it did not remind him of an inquisitive kitten , and Aizawa found himself regretting not bringing his sleeping bag to curl up and hide in.

This. . . was going to be an interesting year.

-o0o-

Hizashi was a little put off at the less than enthusiastic reaction he received from the crowd of students, but he continued on as if it wasn’t a problem.

“What a refined response. Then I’ll quickly present to you the rundown on the practical exam! Are you ready?! Yeah!”

And again . . . nothing.

Well, he could see one kid was smiling though.

“As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute mock urban battles after this! You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle center, okay?”

Silence. Again.

“Okay?!”

He got some responses that time at least.

“Three different type of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your Quirks to earn points by immobilizing the faux villains. Of course, attacking other examinees and any other unheroic actions are prohibited!”

“May I ask a question?” Hizashi wasn’t surprised to see it was a student wearing the Somei Private Academy uniform who stood up with a hand raised into the air, a stiff but regal posture as he spoke.

“Okay!”

A light was focused on the student (who he recognised as Tensei’s little brother), and the student held up the printout.

“On the printout, there are four types of villains. If that is a misprint, then U.A., the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistake. We examinees are here in this place because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes. In addition, you over there with the spiky blonde hair and foul temperament - ” Tensei’s brother pointed towards a student with spiky blonde hair in a gakuen uniform, whom (instead of being startled at getting called out) just raised an eyebrow and set his red eyes on Tensei’s brother.

“You’ve been setting off sparks this whole time. It’s distracting! If you can’t control your quirk, then why have you applied to UA?”

There was a tittering of laughter, causing the red-eyed boy to flair up in rage. Hizashi was actually glad that the kid got called out, the sparks were starting to irritate him too.

But he had to get back on track.

“Okay, okay. Examinee Number 7111. Thanks for the great message. The fourth type of villain is worth zero points. That guy’s an obstacle, so to speak. There’s one in every battle center -- An obstacle that will go crazy in narrow spaces. It’s not impossible to defeat but there’s no reason to defeat it, either. I recommend that you listeners try to avoid it.”

“Thank you very much! Please excuse the interruption!” Tensei’s brother bowed and sat down, the light turning off as he did.

Hizashi could see the students muttering to each other, hearing comments about it being like a video game.

“That’s all from me! Finally, I’ll give you listeners a present--our school motto! The hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said: “A true hero is someone who overcomes life’s misfortunes.” Go beyond. Plus Ultra! Now, everyone, good luck suffering!”

His part was done, now it was time to watch these kiddies scramble.  

-o0o-

Aizawa was used to the examinees wearing a variety of different types of clothing for the practical examination, but he raised an eyebrow at the ten kids wearing crop tops for the exam.

Until he caught sight of the Yakuza ink the ten were proudly sporting.

“Yagi-san? Please tell me that those ten kids simply caught sight of your tattoo in your All-Might form and wanted to emulate you.”

Aizawa asked as he glanced to the blonde hero (who was sitting in the chair next to him in his skeleton form), finding the hero grinning at him in response.

It was then that he noticed there was a cat. A cat sitting in the hero’s lap. Wearing a neon service vest.

“Okay, start!”

He turned from the sight of the service cat, to the screens showing the different battle zones that were certainly going to get wrecked during the proceedings.

Only the ten were the ones that responded straight away to Hizashi’s shout, the others standing there baffled and looking up at the teacher.

“What’s wrong? There’s no countdown in real fights! Run, run! The die has been cast, you know!”

Sometimes, Hizashi could be . . . a bit dramatic.

Normally he should be watching all the students, but he kept his eyes focused on the ten who were already tackling the first wave of robots.

He certainly kept an eye on the red and whited haired boy in block B, Endeavour’s youngest child was quite recognisable, even after three years people still talked about the interview that had shook the nation.

His quirk was quite versatile, able to be used on both a short and long range. He seemed to favour his right side though, ice over fire.

The boy was working with four other students. One with a some type of shadow-formed quirk, another with a sleepy look in his eye (clearly some sort of leader by the way the others were following him), his quirk was most likely not a combat based one as he used a gun to tackle the robots. The remaining two had more combat based quirks, one with some electrical based quirk and the other had a tape quirk which could be useful for different situations, for both capture and assault.

In the other zone, the other five had a much different set of quirks.

Tensei’s brother of course had his Engine quirk (Tensei had told them about his brother too many times), a tall student with multiple limbs that held plenty of strength, one blonde boy with a laser that was fired from his navel, the only girl in the group had a gravity based quirk which was a rare kind of quirk.

But it was the green haired boy who was certainly the leader given how the four were following his lead.

His quirk, was a strength based or a buffer type of quirk, but the bruising that he could see appearing on the boy’s skin from where he rammed and punched the robots made him second guess his analysis. He had seen some quirks have repercussions on their users, but not ones that caused this extent of damage from a single use.

“If you’re confused, I happen to know that the green haired kid has a Legacy Quirk, and was a late bloomer with it on top of everything else.” The shit-eating grin on the skeletal blonde’s face was unnerving.

He clearly knew something. But what?

Nedzu looked over at Yagi-san, before giving a start and looking back towards the monitors.

“No, it cannot be. Truly, then…..”

“Principal Nedzu?” Something was going on and Aizawa was going to find out what.

“No, nothing. It is nothing to worry about. Aizawa-san.”

Aizawa would have asked a question, but they were all surprised when the zero pointer emerged.

Much earlier than expected. It had only been three minutes, and the zero pointer had already been triggered.

And to make matters worse, another zero pointer was triggered.

What was with this year’s applicants?!

-o0o-

Yagi couldn’t be more proud.

His little ones were causing mayhem and chaos (which he normally would have issues with, being a hero, but living in the Ghetto tends to change one’s outlook on life), plus the secret he was holding over the rest of the teacher’s heads made him a little gleeful.

IcyHot gave a trilling purr as in agreement, the cat watching the screen with his master on it avidly, still in ‘service cat’ mode.

Then he saw something that almost gave him a heart attack, and caused a small spray of blood (he had to spit to the side, wouldn’t be right to subject poor IcyHot to that), from the screen with his successor on it.

He was going to tear strips off that boy for that stunt, even if it DID cave the overpowered robot’s head in.

He knew he couldn’t use that much without breaking bones! He was overreaching as is with the bruises!

Then he saw his fellow purple-haired Taicho begin yelling at the spiky blonde that got called out on his quirk use.

That kid really was suicidal wasn’t he, trying to take on an opponent that strong.

He knew his kids could do it.

But that was only because they were working together, and they were as well trained as they could be at this point in time.

This explosion causing kid? No. Where. Near.

But, he couldn’t exactly vote, could he? He was only a junior staff member, plus he had a conflict of interest with the gang members taking the exam.

It would be interesting to see what would happen.

He just knew that the secret of the Kumicho’s identity wouldn’t last long past the first day. The plan was to ‘leak’ it in the most obvious way.

Hmmm, maybe he could get Tenya to call Izuku ‘Kumicho’ in front of his whole class, Izuku’s face would be hilarious.

Not to mention, it would probably give Aizawa a heart attack. The other teachers thought that one of the new administration staff would be this ‘Kumicho’, not an actual student.

-o0o-

At the end of the exam, the city blocks were mostly intact.

Except for the areas that 0-pointers had smashed their way through, full of concrete debris and smashed robots littered across the streets.

But of course, like every prior exam, there were injuries and Recovery Girl had already left the monitoring room to make use of her Quirk.

Yagi-san may or may not have prompted her to visit Block A first despite there being more, thankfully relatively minor, injuries to be assessed in Block B (mostly due to the clashes between Shouto and the explosion kid).

Through the monitors they could see her passing out the gummi bears she always carried around, but made a straight bee-line through the students towards the legacy kid, who apparently knew what was coming by the way his face rapidly began to pale.

Recovery Girl was quick to grab him by the ear and seemed to be scolding him if the expressions on the other examinee’s faces were any indication, but she assessed his injury, smacked a kiss onto his forehead and waited patiently until all his injuries had vanished.

Once dropping a few gummi bears into his hand, she turned to the other examinees who were still in shock from what they had just witnessed, beside the other tattooed kids.

“Let’s finish this quickly. Is anyone else injured?”

There were a few scrapes and bruises, nothing too serious, except for a sprained ankle for the gravity quirk girl, and Recovery Girl quickly sped off to Block B where she had a few concussions to sort out.

-o0o-

They were about to start the discussion to assign rescue points, when a phone went off.

Everyone turned to each other, as they all kept their phones on in cases of emergencies as they had been called upon by the local police to handle cases, but instead Yagi-san was the one to pull out his phone, giving a quick apology before unlocking it to see a text.

Whatever the text said was enough to make Yagi-san hiss in annoyance, and once the gaunt man saw Aizawa’s enquiring stare, beckoned him over to read what had pissed the hero off so much.

He had a few bruises, but gave himself a mild fracture in two of his knuckles.

“He knows that the only thing stopping him from using more of his Quirk is the lack of muscle mass, and he does it anyway. He has perfect control, even has his so-called ‘Full Cowl’ down to an art, but he lacks the sheer muscle build-up to prevent the backlash. I’d forgive the bruises, god knows the previous holder was the same way at first, but the fractures are a definite sign that he’s over-reaching and he knows it.”

“How long has he had the Legacy quirk for?” This was a kid’s health at risk, he may look like he was an unfeeling bastard with no capacity for emotions, but Aizawa was quite protective of his potential students. And from what he had seen, this kid was most likely going to end up in his class.

“Three months, give or take a few days. He’s been drilling in control for that time as well. He has been trained to take the legacy, well before actually getting it, but training without it and actually training with it are two different things.”

So the kid had a good work ethic, Aizawa was starting to like this kid.

Although potentially overworking himself could be a problem, he would have to keep an eye out for that.

Wait, Yagi-san said three months drilling to get control and this kid still over-reaches during times of stress.

“What were the Quirk Counselors doing while they had him? Sleeping on the job?”

“No counselor was going to examine a ghetto kid. It’s ‘against regulations’ apparently.”

Aizawa could hear the quotation marks from Yagi-san’s tone. This was why he hated the unwritten rules the general public had against the ghetto’s.

“What?!” Ah, apparently Hizashi overhead.

“Luckily, I lived nearby and was able to get in touch with my old Sensei, Gran Torino. Torino was able to help him out where I couldn’t, I was still so new to teaching and I hadn’t actually taken the counselor courses yet.”

“And the other kids with the tattoo’s? No counselor would see them either?” Aizawa guessed, feeling a tick in his left eyebrow. Perhaps he should stop by the government department that oversaw the counselor’s, perhaps pitch a complaint? Hizashi looked like he’d leap on the chance.

“Yeah, all the kids with the tats are all self-taught, although the legacy is good enough with analysis to substitute in a pinch. He only got better when he managed to get into my counselor coursework.” Yagi-san answered, Aizawa could see Hizashi silently seething and grumbling under his breath, Hizashi liked teaching and to hear that such gifted children were being denied a common human right really got him worked up.

It was one of the reasons why Hizashi had attached himself to Aizawa in the first place, he couldn’t bear to see others on their own.

Judging from how Principal Nedzu’s contemplative expression (sometimes it was hard to read the Principal’s facial expressions), it would be an issue he would be looking into.

“So, shall we begin assigning rescue points?”

And thus the reason why they were still in the monitoring office begun.

Aizawa couldn’t wait for the term to begin.

Chapter Text

First day of school.

The first day in what most teens would consider hell on earth, but this was U.A. The school that molded society’s heroes.

Considering Endeavour (may he forever rot in the nine circles of fiery damnation) was a product born of this school, something may have gone wrong along the way, although he was certain it wasn’t the curriculum's fault, but the man’s ‘pleasant’ (and that’s putting it lightly) demeanour.

Call him bitter, but Shouto had every right to being bitter regarding that man.

Apparently IcyHot could sense his unease, especially since the rabid explosion kid was in his class, butting her nose against his hand to get his attention.

He did feel at ease being at the back of the classroom, he didn’t have to worry about having anyone behind him, and he did have Tokoyami sitting in front of him. Taicho wasn’t too far away either, his seat was diagonal on his left which put him at ease about Yaoyorozu who was sitting on his left. Satou and Kouda were on his right (he hadn’t seen them in a few years), Tenya and Ochako were only a seat away if he got anxious.

Now that he was looking at the seat layout, Shouto came to a horrifying realization.

Wakka would be sitting directly behind the blonde shitstain!

Flicking his phone open, he pulled up the group chat (that Wakka wasn’t apart of, he would be so embarrassed if he found out about their ‘Protect Wakka At All Costs’ chat), and let his brothers and sister know about the predicament.

The moment the teacher walked in, Tenya, Taicho and Shoji descended upon him like the bats of hell.

The discussion seemed to get rather heated despite their voices never being raised by a single decibel, the teacher gave in, slapping a hand over his eyes (Shouto would think that Taicho was related to their teacher given the eyebags) before approaching Yaoyorozu and asking if she would be alright to swap seats, giving the excuse that Shoji would block the view of the board for the student behind him.

Yaoyorozu, being the teachers pet like he remembered her being back in primary, was happy to comply with changing her seat, giving Shouto a small smile before moving to the front of the classroom, and Taicho slipped into the seat behind the blonde (they really needed to come up with a codename for the abusive prat).

Letting out a small sigh, Shouto could now feel at ease knowing Wakka would at least have someone between him and that dollop-head.

Oh, that sounded good. Dollop-head.

There was the muffled sounds of voices behind the door, before it opened and All Might escorted Kumicho into the room.

Wait… Kumicho ?!?

“I know I over-reached, I did that deliberately to stop Uraraka from getting hurt.”

Ah, Kumicho was getting scolded, it did sound like the tail end of an argument.

“You shouldn’t have over-reached at all! You could have gotten her away from there just as easily as you got those fractures!”

Their teacher took one look at the squabbling pair, rolled his eyes and began to suck noisily on a juice packet, with eyes that said ‘I’m a bit dead inside’ .

Shouto couldn’t blame him for that reaction

That was when Taicho noticed Kumicho. Training kicked in and, as one, all of them stood up to greet Kumicho properly.

“Ohaiyo Kumicho!”

The teacher promptly choked on his juice, took one look at Kumicho, looked back at them, and decided he was absolutely done with them.

Shouto tried to not burst out laughing as the teacher climbed into a yellow sleeping bag, zipped it up all the way until it was under his chin, and promptly flopped onto the floor with a whispered “Nope. Fuck this shit, I’m out.” Kaminari actually sniggered, while the girl with the headphone jacks on her ears had to clap her hands over her mouth to hold back her giggling. He saw Sero lean over to Taicho and whisper “I think we broke the teacher”, which made it even harder to stop himself from laughing.

Unfortunately, that’s when the Dollop-head himself noticed Kumicho.

“DEKU, YOU QUIRKLESS FUCKER!”

Everyone turned to look at the Dollop-head, because that statement made no sense whatsoever.

Most of them had seen Kumicho using his quirk during the exam, or heard about it.

He’s a nail sticking up and I need a hammer. I bet Yaoyorozu could make one .

Shouto knew that Yaoyorozu would be alarmed by his current thoughts, but Shouto was sure that his brothers and sister would 100% be behind that idea.

Kumicho and All Might were now looking at the Dollop-head with wide eyes, even All Might was shocked that someone had the audacity to scream like that in a classroom with two teachers present.

But what he screeched out next, was worse. A lot worse.

“I TOLD YOU, I TRIED TO BEAT INTO YOUR FUCKING THICK HEAD THAT A WORTHLESS FUCKER WITH NO QUIRK LIKE YOU COULD NEVER BE A HERO! I TOLD YOU NOT TO APPLY FOR UA YOU STUPID GHETTO SHIT! I TOLD YOU EVERYDAY FOR DAMN YEARS THAT NO ONE CARES FOR A WORTHLESS WASTE OF RESOURCES, NEVERMIND A PATHETIC GHETTO BITCH LIKE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST DONE WHAT I TOLD YOU TOO AND TAKEN THAT SWAN DIVE OFF THE SCHOOL ROOF, YOU PATHETIC QUIRKLESS FUCKER! I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU GET TO WHERE YOU BELONG YOU WEAK FUCKER, SIX FUCKING FEET UNDER!”

Taicho, Tenya, Shoji were almost leaping out of their seats, Shouto was passing IcyHot to Kouda; because he needed to bury his fist in the Dollop-headed fucker’s face, but someone else was faster than them all.

Before they could even blink, their teacher who had been behind his desk and burrowed into a sleeping bag, was hauling the rabid, frothing at the mouth, red-eyed boy through the classroom, pushing his way through the seats instead of around them, fingers fisted into the collar of the school uniform, not even caring that his student was choking from the tight grip.

They all watched as he flung the boy out of the door, All Might stepping aside to watch the Dollop-head slam into the wall opposite the classroom with a loud thud that sounded painful. But none of them really cared at the moment.

Their teacher was the absolute epitome of rage, his eyes glowing red and his hair seemed to be alive, what they thought to be bandages were whipping up a storm around his neck, and they all felt a shudder run down their spines.

“In all my years as a teacher; I have seen idiots, I have seen bullies, I have seen slackers, and I have seen the most moronic students to ever step foot in these halls. But, never before have I seen a poorer excuse for a human being like yourself.”

His voice was hard as steel, the words hissing through his clenched teeth like a serpent about to strike.

The Dollop-head was glaring back at the teacher, apparently the words were making him more enraged but the next words made them all look at the man in a totally different light.

“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even think twice about expelling you, I’m appalled that our school even gave you a chance to become a student.  I’m tempted to report you to the police for attempting to instigate suicide and attempted murder. If not for the fact you are a minor, I wouldn’t have an issue with doing so.”

The Dollop-head was back on his feet, a snarl on his lips as he stepped towards the door, but the white bandages around the teachers neck struck out, throwing the Dollop-head down the hallway with skull-cracking thud that made one or two students flinch.

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO STEP A FOOT IN THIS CLASSROOM UNTIL YOU REFLECT ON WHAT YOU’VE SAID AND GET AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! IF I EVER HEAR YOU REPEAT THOSE WORDS TO A STUDENT, I WILL THROW YOUR FUCKING UNGRATEFUL ASS TO THE COPS! GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE!”

The Dollop-head was actually stunned that an adult was yelling at him, his eyes wide but he seemed cowed enough that he left, stomping with a sullen look on his face.

But not before Shouto spoke up.

“Sensei?” Shouto chirped up weakly, IcyHot trilling in distress from where she had jumped from Kouda’s arms to Shouto’s desk.

“Yes, Todoroki?”

The teacher sounded a little hoarse, rubbing his throat as he turned to looked at Shouto.

“I think I’m about to have a dissociative episode thanks to that Endeavor wannabe.”

They all heard the Dollop-head trip, and to their shock their teacher began to grin.

Shouto had a feeling he was going to like this teacher.  Well, after his episode was over at any rate.

-o0o-

Shouto was happily drinking one of the juice packets their Sensei  (he certainly had earned that title after what he had just done for their Kumicho) had given to him, and Shinsou had to ask a question.

“Sensei, won’t you get in trouble for laying your hands on a student?”

The dark haired man blinked, glancing up from where he was standing next to Shouto with a handful of juice packets in case Shouto needed more (Shinsou was sure he had like ten packets stuffed into his pockets).

“Probably. I wasn’t really thinking about it, but no one has the right to tell someone to go die. I would do it again without hesitation. Besides, the Principal would have caught everything on tape. The camera’s in the hall would have caught everything.”

The door had been open, plus the rabid blonde had been screaming like a banshee.

“Not to worry, Aizawa-san, it was a clear case of defending your students from a violent threat. Even if said threat was supposed to be one of said students. Even if you were to face consequences, I would be putting in a word to get them at the very least lightened.” Taicho was not smiling and it looked rather strange in that form.

“You’re pretty awesome Sensei.” Kaminari chirped with a bright grin on his face, their Sensei giving a small one in return.

“As you heard from All Might, my name is Aizawa. You may call me Aizawa-sensei or Sensei if you wish. I did have some quirk apprehension tests planned for the morning classes, but I can postpone them if you don’t feel up to the task.”

Shinsou certainly felt like he was up to the task, he was still full of rage for what that shitstain had said about their Kumicho.

But he could see the other students were quite rattled from what they had witnessed.

“What kind of tests are they Sensei?” Uraraka enquired with a raised hand, Aizawa-sensei returned to his desk and pulled out a clipboard with a small stack of papers.

“The eight physical fitness tests you did in junior high where you weren’t allowed use your quirks. A 50m dash, grip strength, standing long jump, repeated side steps, ball throw, sit ups, seated toe-touch, and long distance run. Except this time you can use your quirks in any way you wish to increase your results. The country still takes averages taken from the results from students not using their quirks. It’s not rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating.”   

Shinsou had to agree, it wasn’t really rational when you put it in that way.

From what he could tell, his fellow Yakuza were looking enthusiastic about the chance to use their quirks. One or two of the other students seemed eager about it, a red haired boy with a nicked eyebrow and the boy with the tail, for instance.

Kouda was uneasy, from what he remembered of the boy he was quite sensitive, and the girl who Shouto seemed to know was a still a little pale after the Dollop-head’s (Shouto had given them the insult over the chat) outburst.

“It’s alright, all you have to do is try your best. Even if your quirk is not normally useful in a physical sense, there is always a way to use it different to the norm.”

And there goes Kumicho, one of these days his kind heart was going to get him killed.

The students seemed reassured by that (although it was impossible to decipher the expressions of an invisible girl), and Aizawa-sensei was hiding a smile underneath his scarf. It looked like Aizawa-sensei was becoming fond of their Kumicho, from what he knew about the man; he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, a hero that operated under far different means than the public ones.

Their Kumicho had heard of Eraserhead before, the underground hero with a quirk that most wouldn’t think versatile for combat, but the man made it work.

Considering his capture weapon and how easily he dealt with the Dollop-head (Shouto had been more than happy to rant about the blonde after the practical exam), Shinsou could see that Aizawa-sensei was physically quite strong.

Perhaps he could get a few pointers, since their quirks did both have similar limitations.

Chapter Text

Aizawa had about ten minutes before he had to go meet his students on the field, and he decided to spend those ten minutes in the teachers office.

Seeing that no one was there, he flopped in an ungraceful heap into the nearest couch, uncaring of how his face was smothered into the couch cushion.

Until he heard a familiar giggle.

It turned out Nemuri was in the teacher’s office as well, holding a stack of print outs in her hands.

“I heard about that blonde kid, he’s got to be a piece of work given you of all people broke your cool.”

Nemuri had been with him and Hizashi when they saw the interview of young Todoroki spilling out what his father had done to him and his family. Aizawa ended up crushing the glass in his hand before cursing Endeavour to high heaven. No one in the cafe had called him out on that, most of the patrons had been swearing themselves.

“That’s only one part of the problem.” Aizawa muttered, shifting to lie on his back and stare up at the ceiling, he was still trying to compute that Midoriya was the Kumicho that All Might had spilled about. Not to mention the sheer number of Yakuza students in his class.

Wait . . .

He had, in all, ten tattooed kids and several others that were rather familiar with them. In his actual class.

“I am teaching a class of criminals . . . I’m literally teaching an entire class of actual criminals.”

Nemuri must have heard his mumblings as she began to laugh, dropping the print outs onto a desk before clutching at her stomach.

“NEMURI STOP LAUGHING! I’M SERIOUS! ONLY SIX STUDENTS CURRENTLY IN MY CLASS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS YAKUZA! THE FUCKING KUMICHO OF SAID YAKUZA IS LITERALLY IN MY CLASS!”

“WAIT, WHAT?!?! SHOUTA!”  He wasn’t sure if Nemuri was shocked about his swearing or the info he just let spill.

Although he was more concerned at the fact Principal Nedzu had just walked in and heard that last part of his outburst. The tea the mouse-bear had been sipping was spat all over the floor as the Principal did a spectacular spit-take.

“I was 45% sure it was actually All-Might.” Principal Nedzu muttered as he quickly dabbed at his mouth with his pocket handkerchief, Aizawa would have loved to know how the Principal came to that conclusion, as well as how Bakugou had been handled, but his ten minutes were up.

Surely things couldn’t get any worse after all the morning drama?

-o0o-

Turns out Aizawa could be wrong.

When this was all over, he was definitely eating all five of those Cranberry Chunky White Choc Cookies he bought that morning.

He deserved them.

All of them.

The Yakuza kids (hey, he was calling them like he saw them), bar the three outliers with no ink on display, all had obvious prior training. One of them (and he was going to kill Tensei for not telling him about his brother) mentioned that the long-distance run was like the races at the Monthly Market and jokingly called for bets.

The fact the other yakuza kids actually started a book on the long distance run (wait, was Yaoyorozu the Bookkeeper?!), did not help matters.

Everyone of them showed their strengths in the various tests, but he was more concerned about the six students who obviously had no connection to the yakuza kids, in fact some of them looked frankly quite terrified (he assumed Hagakure was, there was only so much he could tell from the body language of an invisible girl).

The yakuza kids were attempting to lighten the mood, but it just made the other students more uncomfortable as Yakuza terms were thrown back and forth.

Shinsou being called Taicho had Ojirou flinching, and Kirishima’s smile had faded into a scowl. Jirou looked quite uncomfortable, Ashido fidgeted quite a bit, little droplets of her acid eating away at the dirt under her fingers. Tsuyu’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own.

Aizawa was very tempted to call it quits, but Yagi-san appeared on the field at that moment. In his All-Might form of course.

Apparently being in his All-Might form was the wrong thing to do as Shinsou scowled at the Number One Hero. His tone was harsh and sounded exactly like a parent scolding their child.

“NORI-TAICHO! YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T STRAIN YOURSELF BY OVER-USING YOUR QUIRK! WHAT WOULD THE SAWBONES SAY?!?”

Yagi-san was attempting to placate Shinsou’s anger, but the purple-haired students words had made an impact on the terrified group of six.

“He just called, All Might, Taicho . . . right?” Ashido quiered to the others, who all nodded in complete confusion.

Midoriya chose that exact moment to loudly comment on something that had Aizawa facepalming in realization.

“You just couldn’t stop yourself from coming to find your kids, could you? Even though you trained us yourself.”

Well, that earned Midoriya a swat to the back of the head and a playful scowl from the Hero.

“I’ve told you before that being the Wakka won’t save you from getting a swat when you deserve one.”

“Well, if All Might is a part of it then it can’t be all that bad, right? Right?” Kirishima was watching the exchange.

“Y-yeah, maybe.” Was the small voice from the floating clothes beside him.

-o0o-

The ‘Quirk Assessment’ tests took nearly the entire day, so the class was released from school early.

Kirishima, and Ojirou who had been with him, quickly called the girls not part of the Yakuza group over.

Turns out, Kaminari had ended up walking into a wall by accident. When he had, a book had fallen out of his bag.

Kirishima had seen it, and he had also seen Kaminari unknowingly leave it behind in order to catch up to the Yakuza group.

Now, Kirishima was a good boy. He was going to chase after Kaminari to give the book back.

He was!

But, the title of the book was ‘The Underdog Yakuza Handbook’, and he was curious.

Ojirou had walked over when Kirishima had startled, and read the title for himself.

They decided that their other non-Yakuza classmates needed to see the book too, and since the class was let out early from school, they had plenty of time to read the book.

Kirishima would get it back to Kaminari tomorrow.

He would! Really!

-o0o-

“Don’t those cookies last you a whole week?”

“I deserve them. I deserve all the cookies.”

Hizashi just stared at Shouta, who was leaning protectively over the container of cookies that he bought every week, almost stuffing an entire one in his mouth without caring about the crumbs that littered  couch.

“Right, you deserve all the cookies.” Hizashi replied, wanting to whip out his camera and take a picture of this rare moment. The only other time Shouta hadn’t given a damn about the amount of sweets he ate, was when they had the sweet release from death that had been the provisional exams.

These moments were rare, very rare that Hizashi had only managed to document these three times in his life so far.

The look on Shouta’s face though, when he had finished all five cookies . . .

Did Lunch Rush have cookies in the cafeteria? Cause Hizashi needed some cookies stat, the utter look of misery as Shouta stared at the crumbs was going to kill him.

-o0o-

Aizawa wanted the day to be over.

He finally got that talk with Nedzu regarding Bakugou, who was suspended from school for two weeks and had to see an anger management specialist for at least five sessions. He then scoffed down those cookies, and Hizashi had walked in on him eating the last two.

Apparently the look on his face had been so pitiable that his fellow colleague ran off to the cafeteria promising to get ‘all the cookies’ from Lunch Rush.

It was then he heard six very familiar voices outside the teachers office, talking about a book that one of them had picked up.

Now, the teachers lounge in fact had one little flaw about it, the wall that seperated the lounge and the library was extremely thin, so much that no matter how quiet the students were, the teachers could hear every word.

It had been the reason Aizawa had managed to catch so many students trying to sell contraband, and none of them to this day knew how the heck he did it.

But this, this . . .

He listened to Kirishima exclaiming how each point was so manly, the points that he heard the other five reading out. Each and every point he heard, Aizawa’s craving for cookies became even stronger.

-o0o-

Lunch Rush had been amazed at Present Mic’s explanation of why he needed more of the cookies that Eraserhead usually bought once a week, but was happy to give over the remainder of the batch.

But when Hizashi got back to the Teacher’s lounge, he was glared at and beckoned over to the ‘stacks’ wall.

He could hear whispering, it sounded like some students were trying something in the back area of the Library again.

Before he could get up and go bust them, Aizawa grabbed his shoulder.

“Just listen.”

“Hey, this group ain’t that bad. According to this, they *inaudible murmuring*” Jirou came the sign from Aizawa

“Th-th-this is just…...SO MANLY!” Kirishima

“What’s the title again?” Hagakure

“‘The Underdog Yakuza Handbook’, and it fell out of Kaminari’s bag when he ran into the wall accidently.” Ojirou

“Wait. That title’s familiar……. Oh Yeah! Tensei owns that book, it must be a favourite of his since he tends to carry it around in his bag all the time.” Hizashi was proud of himself for remembering.

“........ I’m going to kill him.” Aizawa grabbed another three cookies, before wolfing them down as quick as he was able.

“Why?” Hizashi was getting concerned.

“Kaminari has the Ink of the Underdog Yakuza. He’s a known Yakuza member, Hizashi. If he has a book with the Yakuza name in the title, then it’s probably because that Yakuza gives its members said book. Tensei actually owns his own copy of that book and carries it around with him, so how exactly did he get it?”

“Oh…...OH, I’ll go tell Nemuri.”

“Do that, and get me more sweets while you’re at it. This class is going to give me a sweet tooth, I just know it.”

“OH MY GOSH YOU ATE THEM ALL?!”

Chapter Text

The first ‘proper’ day of classes.

Morning classes consisted of normal lessons, for example; English (taught by Present Mic).

The cafeteria provided gourmet food at reasonable prices, the hero in charge of the kitchen was Lunch Rush and his food lived up to their expectations.

It was also where Class 1-A and Class 1-B had their first official encounter.

Neito Monoma was a problem. The prime example of a narcissist. If one looked up the definition in the dictionary, it wouldn’t be a surprise to see his face underneath it.

They had been forewarned about him from their members in 1-B, and so weren’t surprised to see the blonde walking towards them with a cocky grin on his face.

Thankfully the members of the blonde’s class were quick to intervene, dragging him off despite the loud protests they heard, Tetsutetsu filling the gap the crowd left in Monoma’s wake.

“Yo, Wakka!”

Midoriya looked like he wanted to faceplant into the table, especially when five other members of 1-B also approached.

-o0o-

Unbeknown to the students of 1-B, their teacher was staring on in aghast horror as six of his students were chatting with a group of Aizawa’s students, a group that he clearly recognized as being the ones with the Ghetto tattoos. Given the way they were talking, they were all very familiar with each other.

It didn’t help when the green-haired kid suddenly pulled several small Iron Balls from out of nowhere and passed them over to Tetsutetsu, scolding him for forgetting the Hero Classes after lunch.

He needed to talk to Aizawa.

Immediately.

The halls weren’t that crowded, but the students moved aside for him nonetheless as he almost barrelled down to the teachers lounge.

When he entered, barely stopping the door from slamming into the wall, he found a wide eyed Aizawa staring at him from the couch. He couldn’t blame him though, Sekijiro was usually calm in any situation.

“I have six yakuza kids in my class.”

Aizawa gave a slow blink, as if trying to register what he had just said.

“Oh god.”

And pulled a bag of candy bars from out of his sleeping bag (that thing was like Mary Poppin’s bag; you never knew what would come out of it next).

“I thought you hated sweets?”

Aizawa was already scoffing down half of a bar down his gullet, chewing for a few seconds before answering.

“I only have six kids in my class that aren’t yakuza, at least, they aren’t yet.”

“We only have one full class of heroes between us, the other class is nothing but criminals.”

“ . . . . .”

“I need tomato juice.”

“I thought you hated tomato juice?”

“I absolutely refuse to become a drunkard, anyway I hate the taste of alcohol more than I hate tomatoes.”

-o0o-

Hero Basic Training.

The reason why U.A. was different than other schools.

Instead of finding their teacher in the classroom, they found instructions written on the blackboard, and there were four panels holding cases sticking out of the wall near the teachers desk.

The cases contained their requested costumes, and once they had all changed, they were to gather at Ground Beta.

As requested, their costumes bore the Underdog symbol, on small nondescript pieces of their costumes, such as belt buckles, patches or small engravings.

Izuku was quite proud of his costume, it was exactly like he had requested.

The costume at first looked like a regular business suit sans the jacket, but in fact it was made of high grade cloth that provided a full range of mobility similar to spandex, despite the fact it was on the same level as Kevlar. The gloves were a nice touch, all black leather that would be perfect for the Ghetto. The similarities to a corporate magnate were undeniable.

Shouto’s costume was made primarily of a dark blue jumpsuit, with white boots and his forearms bared. There was a silver colored combat vest and a belt with capsules holding medical supplies as Shinsou had suggested. He also had a leather collar with a silver medallion of the Yakuza symbol.

Shinsou’s costume was almost exactly the same as Shouto’s, except it was a dark purple and his boots were black. Around his neck was a voice modifier with similar functions like Present Mic’s, except it was dark in colour and resembled a muzzle, the Underdog symbol etched into the metal. He also had a capture weapon exactly like Aizawa-sensei’s around his neck, as Shinsou had a similar fighting style to their teacher’s.

When they reached Ground Beta, instead of finding All Might as the class had expected, they found Yagi-san.

They had a brief explanation of the exercise, some teams would be villains and some teams would be heroes. The goal seemed simple, either capture the villains or capture the bomb for the heroes, on the other side the villains either protected the bomb until the time ran out or in turn captured the heroes.

Izuku found himself paired up with Shouto and Shinsou as they had an odd number.

But instead of having two of their classmates as their opponents, they had Aizawa-sensei.

The snickering from the tattooed students didn’t help Aizawa’s uneasy feeling at all.

-o0o-

Kirishima and Sero ended up going first, the heroes up against the villains’ who were Kaminari and Jirou. Jirou was at first a little uneasy being paired up with Kaminari, but they actually made a good team, managing to delay the heroes up until the halfway point where Kaminari was a little burnt out, giving the heroes the opening necessary to obtain the ‘bomb’.

Aoyama and Ashido were paired up against Tokoyami and Asui, both who made excellent villains, catching the heroes with a well placed trap, having let the two wander into almost complete darkness as the lights had been destroyed.

Hagakure and Ojiro were set up against Koji and Sato, which turned out to be a waiting match as they both kept the other team delayed until the time ran out.

Shouji and Iida were the second to last hero team, going up against Yaoyorozu and Uraraka, which was a bad match-up as Yaoyorozu provided many materials for Uraraka to use as projectiles, waiting until the heroes were in place before dropping the metal weighted net down on both of them.

Then came the three Hero against one Villian match the entire class was waiting for.

Sensei seemed to have the upper hand against the ‘yakuza trio’, or at least it seemed that way to the rest of the class watching.

Yagi-san promptly pointed out that Aizawa-Sensei was getting his escape routes cut off, over the communications as well as telling the class, and Aizawa finally remembered where he had seen such tactics before.

“Oh fuck me sideways, I’m screwed seven ways to Sunday. I knew the name of the Yakuza was familiar and it wasn’t to do with Tensei.”

These tactics were very . . . very familiar.

Thankfully his words weren’t broadcasted to the students watching.

-o0o-

The class were all watching Yagi-san laughing and coughing up blood for some unknown reason, only a few of them catching onto the cause being Aizawa-sensei who seemed to have muttered something under his breath going by how his mouth was moving.

Hearing Izuku gasp and loudly start scolding the Pro for using such language around students, nevermind the fact that most students had heard worse, was pretty damn hilarious.

-o0o-

Aizawa did put up a fight, as much as he could, but given how the three ghetto kids worked like a well oiled machine; he lost pretty quickly after losing his composure.

Todoroki and Midoriya kept him busy enough for Shinsou to slip through and capture the bomb, with little under a minute to spare.

He actually felt kind of relieved that it all was over, slinking off once dismissing the class to go raid the staff fridge. If anyone had complaints about it, he would not hesitate to fight them.

So as he tore into a tupperware container, distinctly marked as ‘Nemuri‘, he mulled over the past half an hour with a scowl on his face.

The tactics the three had used against him happened to be the exact same ones that ended up with him being a cat for a week. Which wasn’t a bad week entirely, he got free food but his memory of that week was sort of blurry.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice Nemuri walk in and spot him munching on her secret stash of high-sugar home-made chocolates.

Normally she would have screamed and slapped him like she had done to the last offender, but given the expression of complete and utter dismay on his face, she ended up brewing a cup of coffee and dumping one of his juice packets into his lap.

“Soooooo . . . WTF happened to you this time?”

“ . . . . Got my ass beat by three kids toying with me.”

“ . . . . . .”

“Apparently Yagi trained more than just their bodies.”

“Actually, that was all the result of living in the Ghetto, I had nothing to do with those tactics.” Yagi had to walk in at that point.

Aizawa didn’t even care about who walked in now and saw his moping face.

“What?” Nemuri was the one that answered, given Aizawa had gone silent at this point.

“Yeah, you either get smart or get dead. It’s a quick way to learn though.”

“I won’t even question you on that.”

“I’m going to kill Tensei, then make him show me where that HQ is.” Aizawa had finally turned back into the conversation.

“Why?”

“Had a run in with these guys before, ended up getting turned into a cat and was the HQ pet for a week. When I changed back, I woke up in my apartment. Couldn’t find the HQ again after that. It was kinda nice being a cat, though.”

Yagi-san suddenly looked very pale, much paler than normal.

Yagi-san was currently thinking about that cute black kitten with white stripes around the neck that had been a part of the group for a week. He thanked all the gods above that Aizawa-san didn’t seem to remember that he had been one of those few that sought the kitten out intentionally for pets and snuggles.

He was so, so glad.

He probably wasn’t going to be able to look at Aizawa-san in the same light ever again.

Chapter Text

Bakugou was back at school.

How wonderful.

Not. 

He happened to turn up on the one day Class 1-A had their ‘field-trip’, so the excited energy his classmates had quickly plummeted at the sight of him waiting by the bus. 

They tried to make small talk, but Bakugou’s grumblings made them all fall silent in case he was muttering threats against Midoriya-kun who they had all come to like and admire (those who weren’t his underlings). 

By the time they got to the USJ center, all eyes were on him and Bakugou was kind of wilting under their unrelenting gaze. 

He thought the day couldn’t get any worse.

But oh, it could. 

-o0o-

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise, and it all went to pot in a matter of minutes.

Izuku was ready to rip into the next person that crossed his path, but given the low-rate crooks that had tried to attack him were currently begging on their knees (as well as offering up Yubitsume to repent for their grave error of attacking him) he really couldn’t blame the Yakuza that clearly hadn’t had a clue what they were getting into. 

Their grovelling was so pitiful that he ignored them and went to go find the obvious mastermind behind this attack, Shinsou following doggedly, while Asui-san tentatively joined them to go find their other classmates.

Given the shrieking and screaming, accompanied by loud explosions, Bakugou was pretty busy himself, which meant Izuku could ignore him. 

However, seeing Aizawa-sensei being slammed to the ground by a rather familiar and unexpected someone, something inside him snapped.

Because; despite the fact that Aizawa seemed to be indifferent towards his students, as well as being a rather difficult person to get along with, Class 1-A absolutely loved him.

He pushed them to their limits, made them question the rules and not simply take them at face value. He had no issue with calling people out on their bullshit, adored cats and he didn’t treat Bakugou like how all the teachers Izuku had been taught by, singing the blonde’s praises. 

He was the first teacher to ever stick up for Izuku against Bakugou’s temper and down right audacious golden child attitude.

So to see their favourite teacher (besides Yagi-san) being beaten into the ground, an arm clearly broken and blood running down his face, Izuku simply snapped.

Izuku had literally no idea what he said, more like screeched, but his tirade pretty much stopped all the crooks (villains included) in their tracks.

Said crooks were muttering between themselves, and Izuku sort of got an idea of what he said.

“Did he just insult the previous ten generations of Shigaraki’s family? In Greek?”

“I think he just cursed us all to have permanent blue-balls in Russian and a curse upon our kids in Chinese.”

“I never thought I would ever see the day someone could speak so murderously in French. Something about baguettes and shoving it down someone’s throat? ”

“He just swore at us in Latin! In Latin! Practically a dead language!”

“I can never speak in the language of my forefathers ever again. He just made Gaelic sound so foul!”

“Wait . . . wasn’t . . . The Underdog Yakuza, didn’t they say, their boss, was a kid with a foul mouth that could out swear a 90 year old sailor who had pirates for ancestors?” 

“Oh kami, what have we done? Shit man, I just wanna go back to the Irish countryside and farm potatoes with my grandma.” 

Yeah . . . he got the gist of what he said.

The obvious ringleader was pale and shaking, staring at Izuku with fearful eyes from behind his thick mane of white scraggly hair. 

Izuku merely took one step forward, and the ringleader’s legs gave out under him, sending him sprawling to the concrete.

But someone was brave enough to speak, the one who had the warping quirk.

“You are the son of Midoriya Hisashi, are you not?”

“Yes, why?”

The swirling mass of purple mist seemed to practically shudder at his answer.

“Terribly sorry to have interrupted your educational exercise, we’ll be going now.”

The purple mass swiftly scooped up the white haired ringleader and vanished without a trace.

Normally Izuku would have been pissed about that, but he was currently more concerned about Aizawa-sensei.

Not to mention the overgrown, mutated, and multi-Quirked oddball of a puppy he seemed to have picked up.

-o0o-

Nedzu was quite confused. 

Hearing that Class 1-A had been attacked on U.A. grounds, with three Pro Hero Teachers present no less, he was expecting to find several of the student injured or at least traumatized. 

And then he remembered that practically 3⁄4 of the class were yakuza and one of them was a boss.

However, when he was informed of what had gone on inside the USJ, he had not a clue of what to tell their parents. 

Because when the police got involved, he was obligated to inform them of what happened to their children. 

But even he himself had no idea how to explain the situation without revealing their children were learning alongside a bunch of yakuza classmates (to the parents of the non-ghetto children, he had no doubt those students would be telling their parents of what happened).

Currently though, he was thinking how the reputation of U.A would be taking a plummet once the media found out about this incident. 

Villians on the grounds of the school campus, attacking students?

It would certainly put a dent in the state-of-the-art security system that their school was so renowned for, well . . . it didn’t help the fact the press got in the other day.

And he thought this school year couldn’t get anymore difficult . . .

-o0o-

Naturally it didn’t go down well.

The few parents that didn’t have yakuza kids full on began to panic when they got the calls that their kids had been mixed up in a villian attack, but Nedzu was more disturbed by the fact that the parents of the yakuza kids already knew before he had even informed them of the events. 

Thankfully Yagi-san explained he had sent out a text to the parents in a chat group they had set up so they were always kept in the loop, so Nedzu was assured there wasn’t a further security leak. 

Aizawa-kun was being thoroughly treated for his injuries, one of the few injured amongst his staff (13 was the only other injured, the yakuza kids had literally pummeled their opponents and saved the other students who had been utterly frozen in fear).

Bakugou was the only student who had sustained some form of injury, he had apparently not learned his lesson in self-restraint and had gunned it for the biggest baddest looking villian of the group, tearing through the ‘small fries’ as he had described the lesser villains as such during a follow-up investigation. 

It was only due to Aizawa-kun being the responsible adult in the situation that Bakugou’s bumps and bruises didn’t end up being a shattered skull, as the man had pulled Bakugou out of the way of the Nomu, resulting in his arm being broken and a fractured cheekbone.

Aizawa-kun saved his student, which was the only reason he got caught in the first place. 

Nedzu didn’t hire incompetent heroes.  

And as a result of his actions, Nedzu’s broodiest teacher had been unofficially adopted by the yakuza group.

Since he was getting patched up, Aizawa-kun was not aware of this new development, the only reason Nedzu knew was because Yagi-san informed him. Aizawa-kun was now under the protection of the Underdogs and considered an honorary member until the Pro-Hero was officially initiated. 

-o0o-

Katsuki was in turmoil.

He believed himself to be the best of the best, his teachers had praised him ever since his quirk had appeared.

He had expected to have the same treatment in the school that procured heroes, only to have his teacher slam the door to success in his face.

The same teacher that risked his own life to save Katsuki’s. 

It hadn’t really hit him until now, that being a hero wasn’t just about having a strong quirk.

Deku had witnessed many fights with villains, the ghetto being a place where fights naturally occured, he knew exactly what it meant to be a hero.

Katsuki; did not. 

His teacher, a true Hero, had shown him exactly what it meant.

Being a hero means risking your own life to save others, facing the odds despite knowing the situation did not play in one’s favor, fighting villains who were much stronger, going into a situation beyond one’s capabilities.

Just like Deku had done when Katsuki had been captured by that slime villain at the start of last year.

His stubbornness and pride in his abilities, the heroes admiring his quirk had quickly blown away the shock of the situation, one of the heroes offering him a place in his agency made him believe that he was still the best. He had just been off his game, still in a foul mood from messing with Deku earlier that day.

But now, his eyes had been opened.

The path he had planned for himself since childhood was now shattered; now he had to figure out a new path.