Mr. Aizawa stared at the door, not really trusting himself. 'It was just a dream, Shouta,' he told himself. 'There's no way that this class is made up of Midoriya clones. It just wouldn't make any sense.' So why was he shaking so hard.

"Mr. Aizawa?" Mineta asked from beside him. "You look like you're scared. Is something wrong?"

Aizawa breathes in deeply. "It's nothing," he said. Mineta got the sense that it wasn't nothing, but thought the better of pushing the issue.

"Just remember; if you need to take a break, leave the class to my amazingly capable hands!"

"That will never happen," Aizawa said bluntly.

"What?" Mineta cried. "Come on! I've been your aide for years now! The least you could do is trust me to take care of a few kids for a day!"

"It's not that I don't trust the class to be safe in your hands, it's that I don't trust you to be safe in the class's hands."

Mineta's jaw hung upon for a minute, wanting to argue. When he realized that he couldn't, Mineta groaned and hung his head.

Feeling slightly better about this year now that Mineta's ego had taken another blow, Aizawa allowed himself the smallest of smiles before walking through the door.

The drone of multiple voices greeted their ears. Aizawa didn't say anything, silently counting the seconds in his head that it took them to settle down. He stood at his desk in the front, staring at his new students. 'When did I start thinking of them as my students before their tests?'

This thought only distracted him for a moment, before realigning his attention to studying this new batch of students.

A few, he was able to archetype right away. There was one girl sitting at the corner with her feet on the desk and an air of 'don't-come-anywhere-near-me-you-hacks' that Aizawa identified as a loner. Actually, now that he looked at her, he noticed that the roots of her hair were yellow, and that her eyes were red. 'Relative of Bakugo's?' Aizawa asked himself. He shrugged it off. He'd get his answer soon enough.

Another student sitting near the mid-back was also easy to archetype. This one was a boy with dark hair. He said nothing to anyone, instead reading a book and maintaining a neutral expression. Somehow, Aizawa was reminded of Yaoyorozu and Todoroki.

Aizawa rubbing his eyes. 'Get it together, Shouta. It was just a dream. You're reading too deeply into this.'

He realized that the noise had dimmed down. Good, now he could begin to teach. "It took you two and a half minutes to stop talking once I walked in. For future reference, it should take less than one. This doesn't change, and I won't hesitate to dock points off of the entire class. Understand?"

The class resounded with affirmations. A few were less than enthusiastic, a few were annoyed, but for the most part, they were hopeful and understanding.

Aizawa felt recognition in those tones. He'd get the same answer from. . . 'Pull yourself together!'

"Good," Mr Aizawa said, staring out at the new class. "My name is Shouta Aizawa. You will address me as Mr. Aizawa or sir. Understand?" After another enthusiastic round of yes's, he continued, noticing now the way their attitudes and stances seemed to be uniform. "Now I know most of you are expecting to go to orientation, but I'll tell you now that you won't. You are training to be heroes. We don't have time for ceremony. You're at U.A. You will be pushed to your absolute limits, physically and mentally. Rise and meet these limits, these challenges, and in three years you'll find yourself a professional hero. Lag behind, slack off, or give anything less than your absolute best, and you will fail."

The room became charged with a multitude of conflicting emotions. Fear and excitement ran rampant in everyone's heads. Yet hardly anyone spoke. As if the whole class were processing it in their heads privately, almost like. . . 'It's not a class of Dekus!' Aizawa practically yelled at himself.

"Oh by the way," Aizawa said absent-mindedly, "this is my T.A. Minoru Mineta. If you have questions or concerns, go bother him about it."

Mineta looked in shock as Aizawa threw him under the bus, but waved welcomingly to the class anyways.

"Now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, change into your gym clothes and follow me. I have a little challenge for you all."

***

It was during the physical Quirk test that Aizawa was able to study his class in depth. Not just their Quirks, but in how they reacted to the challenge. How they dealt with the possibility of failure. It was here that Aizawa did his best profiling.

As he listed the names and scores, an astounding truth came to light. Most of these students were the children of his own students. Asui, Ashido, Jirou, and Hagakure all had kids that were enrolled in his class. There was one that stood out to him: a boy with tousled brown hair and a light scattering of freckles, Toshinori Midoriya.

Aizawa nearly had a heart attack as he read that name. He hadn't had time to look at the entrance exams this year, but he prayed to God that this kid didn't inherit his father's quirk.

As Toshinori's softball flew farther, and farther, and farther away, Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to drill this kid on the importance of not breaking bones.

Other aspects of the class started to come to light. Their physical appearances were . . . Worrying in their similarities. Only Ryuko Bakugo, Tensei Iida Jr., and Sarutobi Todoroki were exempted from this rule. It became increasingly obvious to Aizawa, and he found that he could deny it no longer.

There was a pattern to them, one that didn't appear to pleasing. A shocking percentage among the class had green hair, freckles, the propensity to mutter, or any combination of these three. The one thing they all had in common were atrociously bright, sunshine producing, vitamin D providing, room lighting, adorable puppy energizing, happiness inducing, make-the-fangirls-fall-in-love smiles.

Aizawa needed someone to validate his newfound theory. Otherwise, he might go blind or develop skin cancer from how much sunlight he was being exposed to. "Mineta," Aizawa said carefully while cursing the circumstances that lead him to rely on Mineta for clarity, "do you notice anything odd about this class?"

"There all my old classmates' kids," Mineta said. "I guess that means they're all taken. Darn it guys, I thought I told you to save me at least one! I never even got to see any of the girls na-"

"Ahem."

Mineta shut up quickly, but was also quick to return to the topic at hand. "What really confuses me is how Bakugo has a kid. What kind of girl would wanna date that shark-toothed walking stick of TNT anyway?" (A/N: You can put your hands down Bakugo fans, I know you're out there.) Mineta put his hand to his chin in thought. "Although he did have some nice muscles. I'm comfortable enough in my sexuality to admit that much at least."

"Anything else?"

"Well yeah. For one, why are of them the same age? I know I was expecting a few of my classmates to hook up, but I didn't think they would all chose to have kids at the same time. That doesn't usually happen, right?"

"Right," Aizawa said. "Anything about their appearance seem. . . Unusual to you?" 'Please don't let me just be crazy.'

Mineta narrowed his eyes. "Is this some kind of test? Are you trying to trick me into saying something bad? Because if you are, I'm going to have to tell you that it won't work. I say that these kids are attractive for their age for their sake, not mine. Even I have a limit."

"That's not what I . . ." Aizawa held his hand to his hand. "Look at them and tell me that they don't all look like Midoriya's kids!" he snapped. "I need to know that I'm not crazy!"

"What?!" Mineta exclaimed. "Midoriya's kids? That's crazy!" However, the suggestion had sunk in. Mineta looked at these young aspiring heroes, and could not remove the image from his mind. "That's. . ." He looked harder. "That's. . ." The threads had weaved together, forming a sinister tapestry. "That's. . . ."

Finally, Mineta dropped his clipboard. ". . . To quote our friend Bakugo: What the ****."