Over the days, routines were made–get up, shower, get dressed, make and eat breakfast, and head off to school. Rin usually hugged Suguro before they separated to go to their classes. He hugged everyone goodbye except for Yukio and Izumo, but his classmates only ever saw him hugging Suguro since their classes were just down the hallway from each other.

Apparently some of Rin's classmates noticed and were curious about the hot guy in the second Hero Class Rin seemed so close with.

"Hey, Okumura!" Kirishima called him over. Rin made his way to the extroverted group that consisted of Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Ashido, and Hagakure.

"What's up?" He greeted.

"Who's the hot guy that you always hug before you come into class?" Ashido wondered.

"Mina! You can't just blurt things out like that!" Hagakure hissed.

They were cut off by Rin's laugh. "Nah, it's ok. He's one of my friends I've known since middle school." Rin answered. "And for your information, I hug all of my friends goodbye except for one and my brother because they both hate physical contact."

"Aw, that's so sweet! Do you think he might think of you as more than a friend? Cuz it sure looks that way!" Ashido cooed.

"Yeah, have you seen him when he hugs you back? He looks pretty fond of you~" Hagakure pointed out in a singsong tone, giggling.

Rin's cheeks flushed. "Ah, yeah. But it took me a long time to make friends, so I don't wanna push it with someone I care about in case it goes downhill." He admitted, ducking his head as his tail whipped about nervously. "I think he gets that, so he's never made a move if he does really feel that way."

He and Suguro tended to dance around each other often, teasing each other and play-fighting, always close, but never crossing that line. They had each other's backs no matter what. Suguro was kind of like Rin's Right Hand Man. To be fair, his group was full of smart, capable people, Rin just tended to turn to Suguro because he was the most likely to help Rin rather than try to stop him, unlike everyone else in the group. That seemed juvenile, but Rin needed a ride or die who would help him with what he was here to do–which was highly dangerous and might get him killed.

"You're so lucky to have a guy like that around! Guys usually like me because I'm pink and girly and they don't think I'll punch them where the sun doesn't shine if they creep on me!" Ashido whined.

"Guys don't even notice me!" Hagakure cried in despair.

"That's so manly, dude! I respect him." Kirishima cheered. Kaminari and Sero, who'd joined the conversation halfway through, nodded along with him in agreement.

"Yeah man, it must be nice to have a friend that considerate. I kinda lost all my friends from middle school." Kaminari sighed. "They weren't that great, and as soon as I told them I got into the hero course at UA, they got mad at me because they thought I was rubbing it in their faces or something...." Kirishima patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"It is nice. Don't know how I got so lucky." Rin agreed, smiling. "It's funny, because he was kinda pissy when we first met, but he's mellowed out a lot since then. He's dependable, and he'd sooner deck someone than let them talk down to him or any of his friends." He recalled fondly. "That being said, he's such a nerd, it's not even funny! Top test scores in all his classes, knows everything about his own quirk and his friends' quirks, and used to put together ways to train our quirks without breaking the law so we had better control when we got into UA." Rin laughed.

"If I was beat by a guy who was both super smart and capable of kicking my ass, I'd just wanna be his friend instead of being mad about it." Kirishima decided. "That's the kind of guy you want on your side." Sero nodded in agreement.

Before the conversation could continue, the bell rang and class began. Aizawa had given them assigned seats like the hardass he was and sat Rin in an awkward spot in one of the middle rows, behind Kirishima. The annoying thing about it was that he had Iida to his right, so he couldn't even make any of his typical sarcastic remarks or get away with sleeping in class without the guy giving him shit and calling unwanted attention to them.

In a way, it was nice because it forced him to pay attention. On another note, it kinda sucked because sitting through classes was insanely boring until they got to hero subjects and Rin didn't get much sleep thanks to having to do homework, go to work, sleep for only a few hours, and then get up early to go to school and do it all over again. Rin wondered if Aizawa had read him as a troublemaker and purposefully put him next to the goody-two-shoes who didn't hesitate to call people out anytime, anywhere. Or maybe he just had some other system Rin couldn't decipher.

§~•~§~•~§

Finally, lunch rolled around. Rin found his friends and twin at their usual table and sat with them.

"How's 1-B?" Rin asked his best friend. Suguro groaned and Rin prepared himself for a harsh critique of the second Hero class with a grin.

"If Monoma doesn't shut his trap about beating Class 1-A, I'm gonna shove him in a locker classic American bully-style." Suguro growled. "He blabs about how his Copy quirk could make everyone else look stupid with how much better he could use their quirks, but I don't think he realizes that just makes him more of a backup hero, if anything." He ranted.

"I'd love to see his response to that." Rin commented. "Do you think he has an inferiority complex?"

"No one but me ever knows what Pony is trying to say because her Japanese is shit and she uses American slang that I only know because I've spent the last three years watching the same American stuff you grew up watching." Suguro went on like he hadn't even heard Rin and the rest of the group was snickering. "That one Mushroom Girl whose name I still don't know has sneezed spores onto the guy next to her like three times and sent him to the nurse two of those times with poisonous fungi! None of them seem to take the classes very seriously, despite agreeing with Monoma that they deserve to be in 1-A." He finished, peeved at the insincerity of his classmates as he stabbed at his food aggressively. Rin, on the other hand, laughed.

Suguro was a very studious person and expected a prestigious school to have students and teachers who took everything super seriously since U.A. had such a "super" reputation. He tended to expect a bit too much from people and was usually let down, unfortunately.

Thankfully, Rin, Yukio, and Shiemi were human disasters and also the exceptions to Suguro's expectations.

"Vlad King lets you guys sit where you want?" Rin guessed. Suguro nodded. "Man, you're lucky! Aizawa is a hardass, so he assigned us all seats. I just happened to be sat next to the goody-two-shoes who calls everyone out no matter where we are or what we're doing and reminds me of how Yukio would be if he didn't hate people." Rin sighed. "Speaking of, Shiemi, Yukio, what about you guys? How's the Support course?" Rin looked at them in curiosity.

Shiemi smiled brightly. "Oh, things are going well. Everyone is nice. They're kind of noisy though. And things explode a lot...." She trailed off.

"There's a girl named Hatsume who is not only the source of 90% of the explosions, but also either has a complete lack of understanding of social cues or is intentionally hitting on Shiemi." Yukio griped. "But Shiemi's too oblivious to notice that's what's happening. I stay at my corner desk and work on my stuff, quietly and far away from Hatsume."

"W-What?!" Shiemi yelped. "I thought she was just being nice to me!"

Rin didn't even know what to say to that, so he patted her shoulder sympathetically before turning to his other friends. "Izumo, Konekomeru? How's the Business Course?"

"They're all inferior to me and I've already won favor from the teacher over the rest of the class except for Konekomeru." She answered smugly. "They couldn't out-manage us if they tried."

Rin shuddered. Izumo and Koneko were already a fearsome pair of businesspeople, who knew what kind of monsters they'd become after taking over UA's Business course?

Konekomeru laughed and nodded along. "They fear us. We're at the top of the class heirarchy." He added with an innocent smile despite the chilling words. Konekomeru was a beast at business deals–he was an opponent to be feared and respected. Koneko and Izumo together? They'd destroy their competition.

"That's wonderful, you two! I bet you'll be an amazing businesswoman one day if you're this good already, Izumo! And you're awesome too, Koneko!" Shiemi beamed at them and Izumo scowled as her cheeks flushed red.

"I-I don't need you to tell me that! Hmph!" She looked back down at her food, eating so she didn't have to respond anymore. Shiemi brushed off the girl's response with a smile.

Izumo had once called Shiemi a weed, and even though it was said as an insult, it was true. You could beat the blonde down as many times as you wanted, but she would always come right back to bloom in your face and choke out your negativity. It was something Rin admired about the girl since he and Yukio had turned out so jaded. Rin himself could only manage having so much optimism before he gave up and let the pessimism get to him. Yukio was just an outright pessimist and a firm believer in Murphy's Law–whatever can go wrong, will.

He hadn't really been wrong so far, but Rin still held out hope for good things to last. After all, they still had their friends didn't they?

When Rin glanced up at an annoyed noise from someone across the cafeteria, he noticed Midoriya frowning at what was usually his and his friends' table being taken up completely by a group of 1-B students. It had been Uraraka to release the irritated sound and Rin realized he had already gotten accustomed to his classmates' voices enough to distinguish them from others with his sensitive hearing.

Rin had mercy and called the trio over. Midoriya looked hesitant, but Uraraka took the lead, pulling the two boys over to Rin's table happily.

"You can sit with us." Rin offered with a somewhat awkward smile. He ignored Suguro's amused huff as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snickering at Rin's attempt despite his lack of actual people skills.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose, just ignore them. Most of 1-B has a collective chip on their shoulder for not making it into A." Suguro shrugged a shoulder, giving a pointed look to the students at Midoriya's previous table.

"So, what do you guys talk about during lunch?" Rin wondered curiously, just to start a conversation, kicking Suguro in the shin for laughing at him.

"Usually classes. I think Present Mic's is my favorite class so far! He's so fun, dontcha think?" Uraraka responded enthusiastically and Rin smiled in relief. It was easier for him to carry on conversations than start them.

"Yeah, he's one of the few teachers I can respect for making the class fun while still teaching the subject decently. His quirk is murder on my eardrums, though." Rin admitted, wincing at the phantom pains and occasional ringing in his ears thanks to the eardrum-bursting cries of "YEAHHHHH LITTLE LISTENERS!!!" and "NICE, BABYYYY!!!" every day. He'd have to ask Recovery Girl for earplugs....

"Oh? It hurts mine a little too. Are you really sensitive to noises? Ooh, is it a part of your quirk?!" Uraraka was certainly enthusiastic. She was like a hyperactive Shiemi, but less oblivious.

"Unfortunately. All of my senses are way more sensitive than most people's. They're, well, superhuman. It is useful, but it also sucks sometimes too. I get oversensitivity migraines often thanks to that." Rin admitted. Usually he just dealt with it and went on with life because he was no stranger to working through the pain. Sometimes though, the migraine would be so debilitating that her have to just curl up somewhere fake and quiet and avoid the world for a while, hoping Shiemi's tea and some pain meds could help him bear with it.

"If you don't mind, can you explain what your quirk is?" Midoriya asked somewhat shyly, like he was afraid Rin would get angry at him for asking.

Rin hesitated. Would they recognize the quirk name? Was it even registered as related to his father or just him? Had it ever even been disclosed to the public? Satan had terrorized the world sixteen years ago and left his mark in history as one of the worst Supervillains ever.

Suguro noticed his dilemma and moved his hand to gently grasp Rin's on the bench down between them. Rin snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at the taller boy before noticing he'd never answered his classmate.

"Ah, sorry. It's....kinda hard to explain. My quirk doesn't really have a friendly name to it and most people who know about it tend to be....brutally honest of how much they don't trust it once they've seen what I can do." He grimaced.

"That's alright, people associate me with Galaxy themes because of my quirk and I hate it. Galaxy so isn't my thing!" Uraraka sympathized. Rin nodded along and figured a true hero wouldn't care about what a quirk is called, as long as it was used for good. Midoriya seemed like a generally positive person, despite his obvious Anxiety and Social Awkwardness. Uraraka seemed like the least judgmental person in class. Iida would probably say it was un-hero-like to judge others based on their quirks. Maybe Rin could try taking a chance with them and see how it went.

"My quirk is called Demon." The trio already had affronted looks on their faces. Rin carried on. "It has a lot of properties to it, hence the umbrella term. I was told it was one of the very first quirks to appear and that it started with a Booster Quirk that allowed the user to boost another person's quirk. The booster quirk was passed on over and over and it just kept giving the next generation stronger versions of the quirks of their partners, but the quirks stacked up. It snowballed into what I have now–Demon. So far, it's never skipped a generation and it only ever passes to one kid, but not always the firstborn." He and Yukio had done as much research as they could after Satan's attack, using the key Shiro gave Rin for the basement that held all the files and history books on quirks and quirk genealogy he'd gathered. Their family tree up to their father's generation was in one of the books as one of the oldest quirk-weilding families–kind of like how royalty had family trees of their successions.

Midoriya looked absolutely fascinated by the description. Iida had a brow raised, but didn't look angry or disgruntled. Uraraka looked curious. So far, so good.

"And how many generations have there been, if I'm allowed to ask?" Midoriya wondered, fascinated.

"Ten or eleven, if I recall correctly." Yukio answered. "It's hard to keep track, some of them were just mutation quirks that gave my brother all the features that makes him look like what his quirk is called." He gestured to the horns on his twin's head.

"Oh wow, you're a descendant of one of the Originals...." Midoriya noticed with awe.

"Some qualities are stronger than others. He has just about Superhuman everything– strength, senses, durability, endurance, agility, reflexes. Also fireproofing to a high degree." Suguro listed off. "Then there's the flashy part–blue fire."

"All of the Superhuman Senses stuff really sucks ass sometimes–oversensitivity migraines are unavoidable!" Rin groaned. "There isn't a migraine medication in the world strong enough to make the pain go away and I can hear every sound right down to the roaches having sex in my wall sometimes, how the hell am I supposed to fight crime if I can't stand everything just existing around me on a bad day?!" He growled in frustration.

Midoriya and Iida both balked at the example he gave, while Uraraka laughed at it.

"You should ask the Support Company that makes our hero suits about that–you might have to wear a mask for it to help you, but they could probably put in something to counteract that issue." Iida suggested.

Rin saw Midoriya writing notes in a notebook he seemed to always have on him, but never used in class. He was muttering a hundred kilometers an hour and Rin had already learned how to tune it out by the end of their first week in class together. Most of what Midoriya muttered about was interesting facts and theories, but Rin needed to concentrate in class, so he ignored it. Midoriya was currently analyzing what he'd heard about Rin's quirk and muttering weaknesses, advantages, tactical uses, and just about everything else that could be compiled in a file on Rin if he was a Pro Hero.

Uraraka must have seen the mix of interest and confusion on the groups' faces, because she rushed to explain. "Oh, that's his thing! He analyzes quirks and man, I can tell you, he's amazing at it! He says he has a ton of notebooks full of analysis on heroes, villains, and other people he knows! He just moved on to....oh, what number is it Iida?" She turned to the rectangular boy.

"I believe he just began number 14 upon starting school. With the exception of Bakugou, he's already analyzed over half of the class and continuously adds new notes to already existing pages and adds more people to his database on paper. I suggested he type them up, but he didn't like the idea." Iida said, sending an admiring look to the green-haired boy. It was clear that the two had quickly come to respect the green-haired boy. Rin wondered why said boy wasn't in the Support Course for Analysis, but to each their own.

"It's way too easy to hack into things and then villains can use my analyses against the Heroes and us and anyone else I've ever analyzed. I won't risk that!" Midoriya stopped his muttering to explain, sounding like he'd already said it several times.

"You could encrypt it–a code only you and anyone else you trust would know." Yukio pointed out. Rin did his best to keep his face straight as Yukio did one of the things he couldn't stand but always ended up doing anyway–helping someone else solve their problems. Yukio didn't do it to help people, he did it because he knew the answer to a problem and liked being right–he'd practically been raised to be a People Pleaser as the kid in all advanced classes and with a great handle on his quirk, though he hated being a people pleaser and dropped it in middle school. He'd finally cracked under the pressure back then. It had been a hard time, but luckily, that was when they met all their friends. It was the perfect time to build a support system.

Yukio also had an Inferiority Complex left over from always being expected to be the best when they were growing up. Rin was left with terrible self-esteem issues from constantly being compared to his "better half" and told by everyone outside his home that he was nothing but a villain waiting to happen. Being either neglected or paid too much attention by their legal guardian hadn't helped their cases either....

Yukio had been the best, always, so Rin didn't quite understand the complex, but he supposed it stemmed from Yukio's Daddy Issues, which were very different from Rin's.

Yukio's Daddy Issues resided with their late adoptive father–Shiro Fujimoto–while Rin's resided with their biological father–the Supervillain Satan who had been seemingly inactive for almost two decades until a week before school began.

The twins had a litany of issues separately, but having to actually interact and live together by themselves was an absolute mess and they were still working out how to resolve things between themselves without anyone to mediate while also trying to keep grades up in school, along with Rin doing his best to keep his job to pay bills and put food on the table. It wasn't ideal, but they'd always found a way to make things okay in the end.

'No one tell him.' Shima mouthed to the rest of the group with a grin as they exchanged knowing looks while Yukio and Midoriya started talking about nerd stuff that Rin couldn't even begin to try to understand.

Rin finished his food and then closed his eyes against the loud voices and bright lights filling the cafeteria.

He only meant to rest his eyes for a second, but he couldn't keep them open much longer after allowing himself to relax. He ended up slumped against Suguro's shoulder, totally conked out.

His friends sent increasingly concerned looks his way. Shiemi carefully extricated herself from between Yukio and Uraraka and moved to sit next to Rin silently and softly so she didn't wake her friend.

Rin naturally had a lot of energy, but his current schedule was anything but healthy for a teenaged boy attending one of the most prestigious schools in the country and training to be a hero.

Shiemi missed the days when Rin used to just go with the flow and his movements were loose and laid back even when he was aware of everything and everyone around him and what they were doing. Recently, since the twins lost Shiro and Rin was forced to go from part-time to full-time at the job he'd just gotten before the incident to keep them off the streets, things seemed to affect Rin more than ever. He'd always seemed like a guy who was chill, nice even though he'd had a rough life and got neglected by his guardian, strong and outspoken against injustices. He'd seemed untouchable by the effects of life that normally dragged a person down despite everything trying to dig their claws into him.

Until now.

Rin wasn't the most responsible person when they'd first met him, but both his effort to try and keep his usually unsatisfied and picky twin happy and his effort to keep himself and his brother fed, clothed, and with a roof over their heads at the expense of his own health without complaint proved that he could grow up enough to be an adult when it was needed. He'd already matured enough on his own with his only solace growing up being the streets filled with a variety of interesting people for him to observe when he didn't want to be home to face the problems that he did his best to ignore for years.

"There's a part-time job opening at the grocery store down the street from our place." Suguro told the worried blonde quietly, nodding down at Rin meaningfully.

"He won't like that. You know how they feel about help. And Rin pays close attention to that money box, he'll know if you put anything in it." She mused with a resignation that came with being best friends with Rin and Yukio Okumura.

"And I've never cared how much they can't stand letting people help them." Suguro responded flipantly. "Rin doesn't deserve to have such a hard time when he's only a freshman in highschool and real life hasn't even started yet. We're friends and we help each other." He told her resolutely, shifting so Rin laid against him more comfortably, wrapping an arm around him to keep him from falling.

"I'm the only one in the group with decent parents. Everyone else struggles without the guidance, and that's sad, Shiemi. Besides, I don't mind working. It'll look good on my record." Suguro told her, looking down at his friend with a soft smile.

The rest of lunch passed peacefully until the bell rang and the group separated to go to their own classes.

§~•~§~•~§

As Class 1-A waited for the teacher to arrive, Rin heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway and cocked his head to the side in confusion, right before All Might burst into the room.

"I HAVE.....COME THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE NORMAL!!!" He yelled. Rin snorted out a laugh. It seemed like All Might would rather have come in through the window. Some students freaked out and got excited, some students fanboyed almost to an embarrassing degree(Midoriya), and then some just stared at the hero, open-mouthed. Todoroki, the apathetic class loner, simply stared on with the same expression he always had.

The Number One Hero posed in front of the class and began talking(well, it was more like shouting, R.I.P. Rin's eardrums).

"Hero Basic Training–the class that'll put you through all sorts of special training to mold you into heroes!" He showed them a card. "No time for dallying, today's activity is this! Battle!" He shouted. Rin couldn't help but smile at the man's excitement. He seemed genuinely happy to be here teaching them, whereas Aizawa was more like a teacher that needed about fifty shots of espresso just to deal with twenty-two fresh heroes-to-be. Rin wasn't sure which one he preferred yet.

Tall panels slid out of the walls, revealing numbered cases within them. Are those what I think they are?

Rin grinned once All Might announced that these were their hero costumes they'd ordered. They all retrieved their numbers. Everybody cheered and headed to the changing rooms to put on their costumes.

Oh, hell yeah!

§~•~§~•~§

Rin grinned as he slipped on his gloves and put his boots on. He went out to meet everyone else. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero beckoned him over. The redhead had metal in shapes reminiscent of gears all over his body and even a piece of metal that was bent in the middle to go over the bridge of his nose, with baggy black pants and heavy-duty combat boots. Rin thought it suited the boy pretty well, but was a little concerned about the bar across his face–wouldn't that make it easy to break his nose if his face got smashed into something?

Kaminari wore regular-looking clothes(no doubt woven with armored threads) with lightning bolt designs to get the point across, but the one thing that stood out was the device on the side of his head. Rin figured it was supposed to help him regulate his electricity output or something like that.

Sero had a black bodysuit with various pieces of lightweight armour in black, white, and yellow. Rin snickered at the fact that the boy's helmet was the shape of a tape despenser. It was clever, really.

Kirishima whistled, impressed as he examined Rin's hero costume. "That's sleek, man! It suits you." He decided, Kaminari and Sero voicing their own agreements.

Rin's costume was pretty simple, but he really didn't need much support–Rin himself was a very durable weapon. At the least, he could heal very quickly, so the worst injuries didn't stick around long enough to be fatal. Bruises, small cuts, and scrapes tended to heal at a mostly normal rate, though.

He had a black sleeveless turtleneck bodysuit, white knee-high boots, white fingerless gloves that went to his elbows, and a sleek white belt that had three grappling hooks in it–all of the white parts had blue flame designs on them. The last part of his hero costume was the black, blue, and white mask that looked like an Oni's fanged mouth covering the bottom half of his face and blending in with the turtleneck. It had a built-in respirator and would filter any air he breathed in. Good for villains with gas/vapor/spore-type quirks, which Rin was extra susceptible to. Rin's tail was left out of the suit since it was skintight. The appendage curled close to his body.

"I know it looks simple besides the mask, but there's gotta be more to that. You seem like a 'just in case' kinda guy." Kirishima decided, looking his classmate up and down. "Lemme guess–all of that is made with a special material to suit the needs of your quirk, including fire retardant and probably armored filaments woven into the cloth. And maybe something else to keep it flexible enough for you to move however you need to." Kirishima guessed.

"Yeah, that's about right. I don't really need any weapons–I've got my quirk to make up for that. I do have a few grappling hooks in this belt just in case, though. One of the things I can't do is fly or swing around like you, Sero." Rin told them.

"Ah, if you're ever in a jam, just call me and I'll swing by like Spider-Man to save you." Sero said jokingly, bringing out the finger guns. Corny, but Rin liked corny shit.

"How sweet. Will I get to thank you with a kiss like Mary Jane, too?" Rin snickered.

"Hey man, I wouldn't say no to that." Sero smirked.

"Damn," Kaminari said. "He's not even giving us a chance, huh, Kirishima?"

"I am a little jealous." The red-haired boy admitted, receiving a playful shove from Rin that made him laugh.

"Alright!" All Might began, ending their conversation. "Now that you have these costumes, from now on, you are all heroes!"

Rin heard footsteps and looked behind him. Midoriya was just arriving from the tunnel behind everybody. Man, this poor kid is a mess.

Rin had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud. The boy's costume was his own signature color of green, but it was pretty obvious who he'd modeled it after. Rin looked between Izuku and All Might and he could tell the Number One Hero had noticed. Midoriya, stop trying so hard, you'll embarrass yourself!

All Might explained how they were going to work in teams and fight each other as heroes against villains.

This is either gonna be insane fun or a complete disaster......