"Why do you want to come to this school?"

Kazue shoved his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, slouching down even further in the chair. "If I have to go to high school, why not the best one in the same prefecture that I live in?" he asked rhetorically, watching the giant rat known as Principal Nezu carefully for his reaction. So far, they were only one question into the interview and it was already a pain in the ass.

The brunet blinked as the principal wrote down his answer with blinding speed despite not having opposable thumbs. What the... how could he even hold a pen, let alone write that fast with such neat strokes?

The rat smiled cheerfully. "Next! What are your least favorite and favorite subjects?"

Kazue resisted the urge to claw his eyes out with how vanilla the interview was already. It was just like the questions one would get asked for any prestigious high school out there, nothing specific for the hero course. "Least favorite? I..." he hesitated, narrowing his eyes almost imperceptibly as the answer revealed itself in his mind to be nothing. "Not really anything. And then my favorite... math or science," the teen answered vaguely, not really wanting to give up the fact that he learned things that were college-level and beyond for fun.

The bland questions continued, with Kazue giving a half-assed reply while trying not to pull out the manga he had rolled in his sleeve. What extracurricular activities did he enjoy? Reading. What did he do for fun? Read. An accomplishment he's most proud of? He almost answered 'not falling asleep during this interview', but settled for the lie of 'potentially gaining the opportunity to learn under top heroes'. What had been his biggest challenge?

Kazue bullshitted his way through all the basic questions with ease. Then they reached the more... specific section, also known as a pain in the ass to answer while sounding genuine.

"Why do you want to be a hero?"

"In all honesty, I don't," Kazue shrugged nonchalantly, not missing the rat's beady eyes widening in badly-hidden surprise. "But who knows, maybe that will change in the future."

No, it won't.

"Hmm. Humans really are quite interesting," the principal mused, writing down the answer in what the teen now realized was a student file.

"Thank you," Kazue deadpanned, gaze shooting up to the clock on the wall to check how much time had passed. Eight minutes out of fifteen.

Fuck. He had to go through seven more minutes of this?

~-~-~-~

"I got in," Kazue mumbled as soon as he pushed open the door to his father's office. He pulled the hologram device out of his school uniform's pocket and tossed it through the air, Katashi easily catching it while never looking up from his computer. "Class 1-A, the heroics course."

"Wonderful," the man nodded, lifting his gaze to meet the teen's with a rare smile. "I'm proud of you."

Kazue's eyes widened momentarily at the words as he wordlessly dropped his backpack to the floor next to the couch. That was new. His father had actually said he was proud of him? He'd already known it was implied, and knew that Katashi saying things that were unnecessary was rarer than a blue moon. And yet... he'd said it anyway, even if the teen still hadn't made any progress in activating the other half of his Quirk and now suffered from chronic exhaustion spells because of it.

"Uh, thanks..." the brunet said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck and not knowing how else to reply. "Now I just have to finish the application, design a hero costume and wait. I haven't looked the papers over yet, but they probably need your signature."

"Alright, well, you'd better get started on that, then," Katashi responded, frowning slightly as he skimmed through a stack of papers on his desk. "Then when you're done..."

"Yeah," Kazue nodded, squinting slightly as he read the top paper from across the room and upside down. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of the reports."

~-~-~-~

Around six months later...

"How's it look?" Kazue asked dryly, fixing his new uniform's tie as he stepped into the staff room and adjusting the straps of his backpack on his shoulders. He'd hit a little bit of growth spurt near the end of his third year in junior high, now measuring almost five centimeters taller at 172 total. Frustratingly enough, even after six months and training daily (at the 'request' of Katashi), his Quirk was still the same as ever. Only, now Kazue almost passed out every six hours or so.

"Like you want to die," Aerogale commented sagely, taking a large bite out of his chocolate sprinkled donut.

Well, he wasn't wrong.

Iwata narrowed his eyes in confusion, flashing Kazue a thumbs-up. "Knock 'em dead, Kimura-kun," he grinned, then fixed his coworker a look over the top of his laptop. "Don't you have a patrol in three minutes?"

"Ah, fuck, be back in two hours," the blue haired-man said with his eyes wide, hurriedly shoving the rest of his snack into his mouth and hopping out the nearest window.

"As usual, the lights are on but nobody's home," Kazue sighed, watching as the hero used his Quirk to control the winds and float himself gently to the sidewalk. "Sometimes I wonder how he functions without us reminding him to do things."

Iwata shrugged. "Hell if I know. You tell Kimura-san you're leaving?"

"Otou-san had some business to take care of early this morning," the brunet replied, still slightly confused as there hadn't been anything in the schedule the last time he'd looked at it. "So I don't have to."

"Alright," the seismic hero nodded. "Well, see you after school gets out, then."

"Bye," Kazue said with a small smile, slipping out the door and deflating instantly. Ugh. He was going to school again after a month of break, and the heroics course to boot. A pain in his ass, no doubt about it. He just hoped his teachers didn't get all pissy about him falling asleep during class.

~-~-~-~

Kazue let himself have one second to wonder why the hell the classroom door was so big before he unceremoniously slid it open and stepped into the room without so much as a second thought. About half of the seats were already claimed, with several other teenagers standing around chatting about... whatever normal teenagers talked about besides the intricate sciences of robotics and the latest chapters of various romance manga.

Of course, most of them just had to look over at the sound of the door opening and closing, most notably a group of three guys laughing at something the blond one had said.

"Hey!" the one with spiky red hair greeted enthusiastically with a sharp-toothed smile, lifting his hand in a wave. "My name's Kirishima Eijirō!"

The blond one that vaguely reminded Kazue of a Pikachu was next. "Kaminari Denki," he grinned.

"And Sero Hanta," the third one, a raven-haired with a triangular smile finished.

Kazue blinked once, dying inside at their enthusiasm. If only three members of the class were like this, then what would the other sixteen be like? "Kimura Kazue," he replied blandly, skimming the surface of their Quirks with a momentary glance out of habit. The redhead could harden his body, the blond could emit electricity, and the ravenet could shoot tape from his elbows.

"Pardon me, but you were the first to finish the exam, weren't you?" a new voice asked as the door slid shut behind him, Kazue not even having to turn his head to see who it was.

He glanced over anyway out of politeness, nodding once upon seeing the Creation girl, who had gotten taller and...never mind. "Yeah," Kazue answered, internally grimacing about the fact that anyone who was listening now knew he could whip through a test faster than someone who looked like they oozed intelligence. "Sorry about following you during the practical."

She smiled brightly. Great. Another morning person. "Oh, no, it was perfectly alright. After all, the rules prohibited you from using your Quirk."

"What? That's so unfair!" Kaminari exclaimed, looking to Kirishima and Sero who both nodded. "You guys took the recommendation exam, right? We had to fight robots for our practical."

Kazue glanced back over to the other boy, about to ask a question but realizing that no one would understand a word of what he was saying. So, he settled for simply saying, "That's idiotic. Both exams seem to be designed to weed out people without Quirks that give them a physical advantage."

"Should we bring this up with someone of authority?" the Creation girl—Kazue really had to learn what her name was—asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

The brunet offered a half-shrug in reply, feeling the familiar sensation of a heavy blanket slowly creeping over his mind. "If you want to. The exam's different every year, though, so I doubt it will matter anyway."

Not caring if he looked like a jerk and only wanting to prevent from collapsing like an idiot in front of the people he'd be spending the next three years of his life around, Kazue wasted no more time in finding a seat in the back of the class and shoving his backpack under it. He vaguely registered the startled faces of the people that had forced socialization upon him at his sudden departure from the conversation before his face collided with the desk.

And the green-eyed teen was out like a light.

Several heads turned at the wet smack, all deadpanning as they saw one of their classmates asleep before class even started.

"Uh..." Kirishima stated from the front of the classroom, staring at the brunet who'd so quickly left their conversation. "Is he..."

"Dead?" Kaminari filled in, craning his neck to peer around and get a better view.

If Kazue were awake to hear, he would've answered 'only on the inside'.

Aight so... Kazue basically has narcolepsy because his Quirk is being stupid. So he'll fall asleep every six-ish hours or it'll last anywhere from ten to forty seconds.

Question: Any theories as to why this happens?

Questions/comments/things I should change?