Last night, after spending an hour talking about Quirks, mainly how my new Quirk - Dash - was working for me, I left so they could discuss the plans for war. I wasn't allowed to listen in on them just in case I got caught and spilt all their secrets about the plan, whatever it may be.

My dad...sorry... Lucifer gave me his contact information so that we could keep in touch and a couple of burner phones. I still can't believe that my dad is one of the most feared Villains in Japan and the best part is that no one suspects that Hisashi Midoriya is Lucifer, King of the criminal world.
He actually got someone to make a clone of him and fake his, Hisashi's, death.

I sat down at my desk and took out another notebook-this was going to be the one that I would record all my classmates' information in and wrote on the cover, Hero Analysis #16.
Even though I've already been here for a week we haven't started classes yet, this week was so that we could settle into our new dorms, get familiar with the school and do orientation. We have basically been spinning our wheels for the past week but tomorrow the real fun begins.

I lay on my bed and look around my room, taking it all in. My bed is soft and the bedding is black with grey geometric designs on it, opposite the bed is a metal desk which has my computer on it and my notebooks are in the shelves above it. My training equipment, clothes and weapons are in a plain white closet, which I've been meaning to paint grey, in the adjacent corner.

My personal style sure has evolved quite a lot over the years and it can be seen with how I design my room, it used to be packed to the brim with All Might stuff and other Hero junk but I sold all of it years ago to make some quick cash. The only things left from my extensive childhood collection are some old comic books and a Batman bobblehead.

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I walked to class 1A and stopped outside the futuristic-looking classroom with my notebook ready and waiting in my hand. A sigh escapes my lips as I push open the ridiculously large door, I'm hoping that I don't have to stay here for longer than a year, and I'm immediately bombarded by noise.

The guy who yelled at me during the entrance exams was now yelling at none other than my childhood friend and bully, Katsuki Bakugo. Brilliant just bloody brilliant.
A group of girls were happily chatting in a corner with a purple, bauble headed boy not-so-subtly perving at them.

After sneaking quietly into the room, unnoticed thankfully, I take a long look at the robot guy in glasses (he looks familiar) and activate my original Quirk--Analyst.

'His name is Tenya Iida from the renowned Hero family.
Quirk: Engine--he has engines in his calves which strengthens his legs and make him extremely fast, like a race car.
His speciality is close combat and his style revolves around kicking and speed He has a brother Tensei Iida-Ingenium- who like the rest of the Iida family have an Engine Quirk.'

•He drinks orange juice as his fuel.

•Engine can burn out and needs maintenance.

•Carbonated drinks make his engine stall.

If I want to defeat him then I just need to secretly give him fizzy drinks, probably orange flavoured, or stab his legs and I'll need a long-ranged fighter, a sniper preferably, to take him out and a dummy to keep him busy.

Easy enough.

I finish scribbling down the points in my notebook and put my pen back into my front pocket when that brown-haired girl that I accidentally saved during the entrance exam suddenly appears in front of me babbling thanks and excitement since I have this image I must keep up, I joined in with her - commenting on how large this school was, how cool it was to be here and that it was no big deal saving her.

My role, my act, is a kind, friendly and childish fanboy who stutters easily and desperately wants to become a Hero despite all those who have told him otherwise, he would prove them all wrong and preserve above all trials and adversaries. 

So basically an absolute loser.

It's rather tiring to keep it up, I honestly just want to get out of here.

"If you are here to make friends then you can leave." A voice drawls.

We all turn to see a giant yellow caterpillar in the doorway which turns out to be our teacher in a sleeping bag.

"I am Mr Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, now get your PE kits on and meet me outside." Everyone groans at that, physical activity on the first day!

Like, come on!

"And no complaining or you'll be suspended."

We all hurry to the change rooms when he says that and I'm in and out of there before anyone else arrives, no one must know, not yet, it'll ruin my image before I can even project it.