Warning: this chapter was written by drunk ass me and half of it was written by sleepy ass me, so forgive me if this has mixed crack vibes
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Next day~

These extras can't even show true strength! They're all wimpy cowards. He swears when the heroics class begins King explosion murder is gonna kick their arses. But that Elsa retard is getting in his way! Especially that white haired prick! How the hell can someone be that strong? You'd expect that he has some kind of steroid induced body like All might's, but that fucker is petite as fuck! Like hell, he does not have any muscles at all. And the rumor of him tossing a zero pointer with one hand is fucking bull crap. That should not be possible, even with a strength based quirk!

All he'd ever saw him do besides that fucking ball throw was him turning into animals and suddenly disappearing in a cloud of smoke-fart. Maybe that's his quirk. Maybe his quirk was based on illusion! if that's the case then... wait, that fucker tricked us all!!

"Good morning Aizawa sensei!" Four-eyes greeted mc angsty man, bowing that fucking 90 degree angle.

"What's good about the morning?" Yup mc angsty man suits him, "Anyways I suppose that you got to know each other?" Yeah especially your son of a d*mn student, he told us everything about his quirk- NOT, you can hear sarcasm dripped on every word. How the hell were we suppose to know, we told everyone about our quirks. But when it was his turn all he said was.

"My quirk is a mutant and emitter type that is all"

And what are we gonna get with that? He didn't even gave his fucking Quirk's name! Or at least any more damn specific clues. When Lord Explosion Murder gets his hands on him he's going to pay!

"It's not nice to be glaring Bakugou", Turning around I saw him already sitting behind me, when the fuck did he got here? I looked around and saw everyone surprised maybe thinking the same question as well. All except his supposed father, Aizawa of course.

" I see you're already here Misuto, now let's start class", everyone groans.
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With the continuous screeching from Present mic sensei's quirk, English class was finally finish much to the relief of students. Next subject they are going to have was-

"I AM HERE!", All might slams the door open " WALKING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" The heroin decently walked albeit in a weird manner, not normal at all was what the class all together thought, but who cares its All might!

"And look, he's in his silver age costume!", all of them practically fangirled or fanboyed, with the exception of two stoic people. One was Shoto, hiding his inner fan and there was Misuto, who could not care one bit. Sure, with years of experience, he lost his sense of idolizing most people.

The blond hero began to write 'battle' on the board turning back to face the class. "Today were gonna have a Battle trial", traditional smile shown as the class erupts into cheers,and a sadistic one on the explosive blond and surprisingly the snowy haired teen as well. "And one way to look the part are your costumes!", hangers emerged from the front walls, their briefcases has numbers according to their seating but there was one missing '18' Misuto's seat number.

" Um, Akatani-kun you don't have your-", they cut themselves from asking when said teen was already gone. They were wondering where he went but they quickly dismissed it in favor of changing in their costumes.

Once they were grouped in ground beta, they continued to scout for the freckled teen when they heard his voice and saw him sitting above a street lamppost

"When did you get here?!"

"I got here before any of you did, can we now begin our activity?", he heaved down and place his hands on hip in a kinda sassy manner. He was wearing the same clothes he wore on entrance exam, white silk kimono, a black ribbon tied on his waist by a streak of rope. Accompanied by a coat adorned with different shades of gray. A black winter scarf splattered with red dyes that somehow formed roses wore loosely on his neck. And finally that familiar kitsune mask he placed on the top left side of his head compliments his six white fox tails that somehow grew from his back. His outfit doesn't look suited for a heroes duty, it look more like it was made just for pure comfort and style in battle as seen he was wearing wooden flip-flops instead of combat boots.

No one would say it but he was looking undeniably adorable in his outfit, like you could just hug him and instantly fall asleep from how cute he looks and how comfy his outfit was. He tilted his head and drew out that familiar Chinese smoke pipe and blew in it, causing it to emit white smoke that quickly turns to velvet like mists glistening with silver flakes. This action caused all of them, including All might to react badly.

"Akatani-kun, what are you doing?!", they altogether yelled seeing the young looking teen began to smoke. Said teen just shrugged and started to explain, "This smoke pipe was made by the support team, seeing as it befits my quirk's aftereffects which are the mists emerging from my body. It allows me to either conceal that mist or be used as an alternative for a smoke bomb, making it easier for me to escape or sneak to my foes, and please, call me Misuto",  he explained in great detail making most of them sigh in relief, just most of them though. Some were still a bit doubtful of the teen's safe smoking. But anyways they moved on.

" If you say so, let me explain the activity", The blond hero lifted a pile of index cards and began to read, making all of them sweat drop.

~time skip cause we already knew most of it~

"And finally Akatani as the villain and Iida, Bakugou and Ochaco as the heroes...wait"

"Sir, I think that's a bit too unfair for Akatani-kun don't you think?", Iida started to do hand chops saying how it was rigged to torture the poor cute boy and then began to blush when he said the word cute.

All might just shrugs and shows them a text he got from their homeroom teacher, where he got the phone? only author-kun knows. " It was requested by Aizawa-san, though I agree with you Iida it is a bit unfair for someone to battle three against one", they all looked at the unfazed teen which replied "So the old man wants to challenge me, So what? I'm okay with it if you're prepared to batt-... Ah look at those babies!", once his gaze locks on Bakugou, he quickly disregarded his conversation with them and directly approach the blond. Without warning he begins to analyze.

"Your suit is skin tight and base on your quirk, it probably has heat insulation to increase sweat production which is probably collected by these barrel-sized grenades in your arms– hey you should call yourself 'Barrel man'!", whilst Misuyo kept on mumbling about something something, Bakugou was internally crying while every one else was stifling a laugh.

"... Wha?"
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Years ago

The hallways echo as the huge doors open. All he could see is pitch black, footsteps marching on with purpose is the only rhythm he could hear. Cold metal digs into his wrists clanking whenever he was shoved forward. His mouth, covered with tight cloth restricting him from ever talking. He doesn't know what's happening or the reason behind this. The pitch black abyss is slowly but surely creeping onto him, his body becoming numb.

He wants to cry, he needs to cry. He's scared, where's kaachan? Where's aunt Mitsuki? Mom where are you?! He can't- he needs to- "stop struggling kid!" Hands grip on his arms shackling him from ever moving, bruising his skin with something hot burning.

He's scared, he needs to go, wants to go home. He needs his mom!

All of the sudden the world stops, everything is silent. That's when he was kicked to the ground, he can't get up, his hands shackled behind him.

He can't do anything.

A collosal hand grasps his hair pulling him up, pain bursting from his head. A small whimper escapes from his lips and then a breeze of warm air brushes his ear.

"Midoriya Izuku, I've been waiting for you"

The clothes that bind his vision loosens and falls down his eyes finally free to wonder and take in what he could.

He wish he didn't...

In front of him holding him up face to face was a man with a cold yet twisted smile worn on his face. Striking fear down to his bones.

"Your father failed me countless times already and paid the price and you're now going to work for me instead" The man tosses him behind falling onto wet cold cement. He struggles to get back up.

But something made him freeze. The air was filled with iron tang, his lips tasting the same as well.

No.

It can't be.

"Heed these words, don't ever fail me"

His clothes dripping with cold dead blood coming from..

"Or you'll end up the same fate as him"
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art not mine

Whoa I'm tired okay! Question of the chapter:

What exactly happened to Inko and Izuku?

The next chapter:

Chapter 7- Swing baby!

- spoiler: "Hi Kaachan~"