Hello, Kittens!

I'm back! Things have been extremely stressful, lots of things have happened, but I'm doing better.

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With his father's encouragement, Izuku unlatched the cold, metallic case.

Inside was another letter laying on top of what appeared to be a moderately generic uniform, a grey blazer, pants, nothing standing out, not even a logo embroidered or insignia.

"I don't like this." Hisashi eyed the uniform suspiciously, arms crossed showing his displeasure at the clothing, "There's nothing indicating what school you belong to-"

"They said the school was to be kept secret, Dad, it makes sense for it to just be a generic uniform."

Hisashi pursed his lips, he knew he needed to calm down about this entire situation, but he just couldn't, his anxiety and suspicion wouldn't allow it.

Not until this 'UA' proved themselves to be an actual hero school that would train his child, his quirkless child. Every other school has a bullshit rule about the quirkless being in the hero course, so excuse him for being extremely skeptical of this random 'school' contacting his child, not Hisashi- the parent, but his fourteen-year-old kid about joining this school.

He didn't like it at all. It was sketchy as all hell and he was starting to think Izuku was either an idiot or blatantly ignoring the danger he could be putting himself in.

If this is a scam or something similar Hisashi will raise hell, but if this actually is actually a private hero school willing to give Izuku a chance.. he won't take that away from his son.

Hisashi sighed, "What does the letter say?"

"Um.." Izuku muttered as he skimmed the letter, "It's addressed to you, apparently they forgot to send an extension letter to you when they sent my invitation." He explained before handing the paper to his father.

Hisashi took the paper addressed to him from the freckled boy, reading through it as Izuku continued to mess with the uniform.

Dear Mr. Akatani Hisashi

We at U.A. High have realized the mistake we made in not sending you, the guardian of a potential student, any way to give us your consent in educating and training your child.

For that, we apologize greatly and offer you to contact the headmaster of U.A. directly via both phone call and email, both of which are located at the bottom of this letter.

We at U.A. sincerely hope you will allow your son to attend our academy. From what we've learned he is a perfect fit for our academy and has great potential in becoming a future hero.

Once you contact me, principal Nezu, I encourage you to sign one of the lines below and place this letter in your P.O. box as a way of giving us your consent or denying doing so.

Thank you for your time and patience.
Principal Nezu

Contact information:
Phone: XXX-XXX-XXXX
Email: [email protected]

I, [___________] allow my child to attend Ultra Acadamy High School.

I, [___________], deny my child any and all entry into Ultra Academy High School.

Hisashi stared at the letter for a moment. The headmaster of this place is allowing him to contact him, avenging so far as to give Hisashi both his email address and phone number.

He would contact the headmaster later today and hopefully receive some answers surrounding this sketchy ass 'school'.

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After spending the day with Izuku, Hisashi decided it was time to give this 'principal' a call.

Punching in the numbers, Hisashi leaned back on the couch, fully prepared to expose the hell out of these people if they so much as breathed wrong.

The other line rang once.

Twice.

"Hello?" An unnervingly calm voice answered, "May I know who this is and your reason for contacting me?"

Hisashi, though slightly creeped out by the voice, answered immediately, "Yes, hello. This is Akatani Hisashi-"

"Ah, yes! I've been expecting your call Mr. Akatani, I do sincerely apologize for forgetting to send the permission papers we send to all guardians of potential students." The voice interrupted.

"Please ask any questions you may have, as a former Pro Hero the staff here has decided to let you know as much as you wish, as long as you abide by our asking of secrecy."

Hisashi narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Yes, he was a pro hero, one of the top fifteen at that, but his identity was kept entirely under wraps.

But, he decided to let it slide, for now, he would pry into that can of worms later, for the time being, he needed to focus on learning about what exactly these people wanted with his kid.

"How did you get my kid's information and why do you think he's a fit for your school?"

"U.A. has connections to multiple different government employed hackers and informants. When scouting for potential students we ask those hackers to gather surface level information, the same information any other school would receive upon a potential student applying." Nezu continued.

"After we've received that information we file through it and leave the one we want to gain more information on. We gain permission from the hero commission to scout these potential students, without their knowledge which is rather unsettling for most people. The informants gather intel on the students for about a week, from the beginning hours of school to the point they reach their homes."

"Any candidate we find to not fit in with U.A.'s vision after this process isn't contacted and any information we've gathered is terminated. Those that we deem suitable get sent the same letter and hologram as your son, though the parents usually also receive a letter. Again I apologize for our negligence on that front."

Hisashi clicked his tongue in distaste, "So you basically hired someone to legally stalk my kid?"

"To put it crudely, yes."

Hisashi sighed, "You said I could ask anything, right?"

"Indeed I did."

"Great, you better get comfortable because we're going to be here a while."