My name is Mason Ishi, and well... I'm not exactly what you would call an upstanding person. If I had to describe myself I'd say I'm the kind of guy who didn't have a dad to give a school paper to on father's day. There were only two days in the whole year I got to even see, hell, talk, to my father. It wasn't the fact he was one of those Dad's who was always working, it was different.

He was in jail. He was a villain and I saw his son coming to tell him the news that was going to either make him approve of me or have consequences I didn't want to happen.

To describe my dad, he was the bodybuilder type. The kids in my class would say "He's like a wrestler!" and the like. He had blonde hair like me, and was also responsible for the Japanese side of me, while my mother was Native American.

I walked in the doors to the jail and was greeted by the lady at the front desk.

"Ah Mason, here to see Mr. Ishi? You do know that you only get two visitation days a year right?" She said in an upbeat tone for a police officer. Her eyes then widened as the feathers that made up her hair began to ruffle up. "Wait did something happen to your mother? Oh I hope she's-"

"Mrs. Aoki, it's okay. It's actually for a whole other reason. I wanted to tell him as soon as possible. Just means I'll have to forget visiting him for Christmas as usual." I said, attempting to make the situation a bit more positive.

"Well then, be on your way then. I'm sure you know the way there, yes?"

"That I do." I went left and began to walk up the

I waved to some of the inmates who came to know me. The son of Terrarizer, the villain who almost destroyed a whole city. If only they knew the whole thing before saying stuff like that. Then again I couldn't really say anything to counter that. I stopped once I reached cell two-two-three.

As soon I stepped in I was met with the usually reinforced glass with metal bars behind it. Deep down I knew that would be nothing for my Dad, not with his Quirk. Though him being in jail was more of a personal thing than the law itself. I looked to see his well nearly bald head and scruffy face go from surprise to worry.

I walked up and waved. He got up from where he was sitting and then spoke.

"So kiddo... How's it been? You ace that test of yours?" He asked, his voice deep as ever.

"Yeah. Straight A's as ever." I chuckled awkwardly.

"Good. Got your mom's smarts, and... my guts. So, how come you visit me now? Thought you weren't gonna for another few months or so. It ain't Skylar is it?" He asked, just as worried as Mrs. Aoki.

"No, Mom's fine. Though I do have some news." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the form and put it on the glass for my dad to see. "Take a look. I did it."

There was silence for a few minutes until he spoke up. He took in a deep breath and then walked away. He paced around his cell. I prepared myself for the backlash that was going to be him wondering how I could ever choose to be what put him in this cell.

A hero.

He walked back to the glass and had his trademark big dumb smile on his face.

"You really did it didn't ya?"

I nodded.

"Well... I'm really considering breaking these bars and this glass to come over there and majorly... Give ya a hug. I'm proud of ya son."

I smiled that big dumb smile as well. "Yeah. I'm going into U.A. I'm gonna be a hero, my own person."

"There ya go kiddo! That's what I wanna hear! Now, remember. This ain't gonna easy. Your Quirk is a strong one I'll admit that, but it doesn't mean you'll be one right away. You got three long years ahead of you, and don't waver on your path. Got it?" He asked.

"Don't worry, I'll make it. The orientation and stuff is two weeks from now, and I've been making sure to train hard. Mom's been helping as well."

"Glad to hear it. Remember though." His tone changed to serious and cold. "That face of yours isn't of the son of Terrarizer, it's the face of the guy who's gonna leave them in the dust. Show them what ya got. Show them the face that's gonna leave them in the ground."

I give him firm look and turned around to leave. "I will. I'll leave them in the ground all right, but only because I want to."

I threw another knife at the target in our back yard, barely missing the bull's eye. I put out my hand, the sharpened rock removing itself from the target and coming back into my hand. I held my left hand over the pile of rocks next to me, one flying into my hand and breaking apart until it was a perfect clone of the stone knife.

I threw both and then called them back. I continued the process until my arms became painfully tired from the exercise. My mom watched as I practiced using my Quirk, Rock Star, which was basically allowed me to control earth. What I was doing now was simply one part of my ability.

I had the ability to control sand, dirt, and stone. I could lift chunks using my mind, or make weapons by causing it to reshape itself. I could even cause the ground to break up and form walls or armor for myself. My mom had been helping me prepare for U.A. It was one of the best hero academies in Japan, and I needed to get in. The form was one step. Now I had to show them what I could do.

I took the two stone knives, each the size of my forearms, and put them together. They were like clay in my hands as I sculpted them into a spear. I practiced with it getting the usual feel going having the weapon in my hands. Out of the ways to use my Quirk, this was my favorite. Being able to have any weapon on hand and be prepared for any situation was perfect if I planned on being a hero.

There were probably going to be a good number of people going to U.A. who had reasons to be a hero. Fame, money, respect. Hell, I wouldn't have been surprised if some of them were kids of some heroes. I wasn't sure what the entrance exam was going to be, all I knew was everyone would be clamoring to get it.

So that meant I had to get in no matter what.

"Ever hard at work Mason?"

I turned around to see my mom bring over a bottle of water. Her skin was a light tan, and her black hair was in braids as usual."Yeah, can't skip out on training. Also, I don't want to show off too much." I took the bottle and started to drink.

"True... You might be able to control the earth around you, but as we've seen that limits your movement. I don't really know how they do it Japan, but some academies back in the states have an exam where you use your Quirk in a battle situation. You seem to be quite capable of making weapons though."

She then took one of the rocks and began molding it like it was clay. Once she had made it into a knife shape, she threw it, getting a perfect bull's eye.

The thing about Quirks is they could be inherited, depending on the person. It would be hard to explain the science, but basically if you one parent with a Quirk you might get that one. Now if you had two, you'd get one of the other. Or in my case, a combination of the two.

My mother's Quirk was called "Shape". She could take any material and shape it into an object of her liking. Such as a knife, staff, or the like. It wasn't limited to stone though. She could use it on metal, wood, and stone.

Then you had my father's Quirk. I could never really understood how he used it, but it was more or less the majority of my Quirk. He could telekinetically control anything earth based. He could lift a chunk of rock from the ground, even break it apart with a single thought. Together with their Quirks they made up mine, allowing me to create anything out of stone, and control it as well. Though my range wasn't like my father's, and I could only shape stone, dirt, and sand.

"Yeah, that seems to be my go to right now. Unless I can think of some way to make it so I could move faster while controlling the area around me, I might need to take those classes Mr. Kamina suggested." I said after taking a deep drink.

"Those would help, but I think you're plenty good. There's still plenty of weapons you could use. Knives, spears, swords, hammers, maces, the list goes on. The only thing holding you back is your worry about being taken advantage of while controlling the area around you. So long as you can defend yourself, you'll be fine."

"You think so? I mean by all accounts my Quirk is powerful, but it's got a massive weakness."

She then chuckled. "Son, there's no such as thing as a weakness. What you call a weakness I call a strength in training. Now come on in, dinner's ready."

As she walked by she took her hand and ruffled my sandy blonde hair. I smiled before looking at the target and taking one of the stone knives and threw it. I watched as it landed in a perfect bull's eye.

I walked inside, my esteem a little bit higher and anxious to take a shower after being outside for the past five hours.

One day before the entrance exam...

I had decided to go on an early morning walk. It was six-thirty in the morning, and Sunday, which meant tomorrow I'd be taking my first step into possibly becoming a hero. I put on my usual hoodie and sweatpants. I pushed up my sleeves past my forearms and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out.

I didn't bother waking up my mom. Knowing her she'd probably be asleep until nine or so. I wasn't sure if she knew that I always went on a walk around town. it brought a special kind of peace to me, and if I was lucky to see a fight, well, even better.

I got on my boots and headed out, quietly closing the door before taking a nice walk around the Shizuoka Prefecture. I took in a nice deep breath of the cool morning air. It was nice.

Sadly being out in public meant I couldn't practice with my Quirk. Due to certain laws, use of Quirks in public spaces was illegal unless you were a hero trying to detain a criminal or the sort. Then again I didn't think that'd it be a good idea for me to use it, seeing as I'd have to take a piece of the ground to do anything. I continued to pass the beach, the wreckage seeming to disappear day by day. It seemed either the city was finally cleaning up the beach, or someone finally started doing it themselves.

As I walked by I saw a green-haired boy go past me, a determined look in his eyes. I didn't know what he was going to do, but he damn sure was going to do it. Was he possibly training for the entrance exam as well? I decided to not worry about it and continued my walk.

It was a good walk. Some of the people who knew me from school or shop owners would wave at me or smile. I was known for walking around town a lot. Usually, because I either ran errands for my mom or wanted to get to know the city. If possible, I wanted to find a local agency so I could protect where I was raised.

I looked at my watch, seeing it was now seven-forty-five am. Half of my time was up until my mom would get up, so I turned on my heel and began to go back home. As I was about to turn I then bumped into someone, causing me to fall onto the ground.

I then saw I had bumped into a girl, my hand on the ground, I instinctively made it rise to steady her. She looked shocked as the ground rose up and formed into a chair for her to land in. I got up and looked to see she had dropped something in a long container of cloth. I picked it up and handed it to her as she got out of the stone chair.

"Here, you dropped this," I said, looking at her long black hair and violet eyes.

She took it and bowed. "Thank you! I'm sorry for bumping into you like! I was in a hurry and-" She began to say in a somewhat quiet voice.

I smiled. "It's okay. Things like that just happen. If anything I should've looked over my shoulder before turning." I tapped my foot against the ground, causing the chair to melt back into the sidewalk. As I did that, My eyes then went wide with realization.

"Shit! I'm not supposed to use my Quirk in public! Why did you do that Mason? Now you're gonna end up going to jail before even getting to become a hero!"

I continued to ramble on about how much I had messed up while the girl seemed to be quiet before letting out a small laugh. I was confused as to why she was laughing, and then started to as well at how idiotic the whole thing was. Now that I looked at her I could see she had black hair and almost violet-colored eyes.

They were sort of entrancing as I looked at them. I stopped myself feeling it was weird looking at her eyes for so long. She'd probably think I was some sort of creep. We both stood there for an awkward second before finally talking.

"Hey uh-" We both said at the same time. "No, you talk first! No, YOU!" Seeing both of us were both nervous we stayed there for another few seconds before I took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Hey, wanna get something to eat at the cafe?"

We sat across from each other in a booth seat at the cafe. We had both ordered a cup of green tea with lemon. I was currently eating a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit sandwich while she had some sort of pastry with cream drizzled on it. It looked like a circle with smaller ones in it.

"So... My name is Mason, what's yours?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

"I-I'm Hanakabe. Just call me H-Hana though. It's less trouble saying my whole name." She said a bit shyly, with a nervous laugh at the end.

We once again became silent. I took another bite of my sandwich and took another sip of tea.

"Thanks for ear-earlier. I should've watched where I was going and all. Don't worry though, I won't say anything about you using y-your Q-Quirk. It seems very useful, something a Hero would use." She said.

"Yeah. I might be fourteen, but I haven't found all the uses for it yet. Though I don't want to really say much about it."

She nodded. "Same. I prefer to keep mine a bit s-secret as w-well."

"I mean becoming a hero seems to be the thing nowadays, right? I've always kinda found it cool, but I think it's more than just fame or a way to make money. My Quirk should be used to help people." I said.

"I a-agree. Do you plan on becoming a hero?" She asked me.

"Well I mean, I'd like to if possible," I said a little embarrassed. "I mean my Quirk is 'hero material' right?"

"I think so. I mean you went out of your way to stop me from falling. I feel that says a lot about you as a person in general." Hana said before taking a sip of tea. She quickly put it down and then covered her mouth. "Ow... Forgot it was still hot..." I chuckled a little which earned me a look from her. "Don't laugh! I burned my tongue... Ow..."

"I'm sorry. It was just a little unexpected is all. You seem so shy and refined, seeing you react like that was a bit unexpected."

"Doesn't give you the right to laugh..."

"Come on don't be like that. Now I feel like a jerk, hate this feeling." I said, mocking a defeated tone.

"Good! That's what you get for laughing at someone in pain." She then stuck her head up to the side.

"Anything I can do to make up for it?" I asked.

"Hm..." She thought for a moment. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Okay, what is it?"

She looked at me and smiled. "You tell me how you have such a good tan. I just usually burn. What do you use?"

After some eating and chatting, we ended up going our separate ways. It had been a nice talk, but she said she needed to go meet some of her friends before the week started back up for school. I watched as the black haired girl walked down the street, the long bag slung over her right shoulder and moving every now and then.

I turned around and started heading home. Looking at my watch I saw I spent more time on this walk than usual, meaning I'd either be asked "what took you so long", or the one line all teenage boys hated.

"Who is she?" I could almost hear my mother say.

As I faintly blushed and smiled a little bit like the idiot I was. Yeah, I already knew that was exactly what she was going to say as soon as I walked in. I usually just had a morning walk and was back home to have a good breakfast. Yet something about Hana felt good. I had no clue what it was though.

Something about today just felt different for some reason. To me, it felt like something was about to happen that was going to change the world on a giant scale. It wasn't like the "calm before the storm" or anything, but it might as well have been. The air seemed to be charged with every good feeling possible. I tried finding out what made today so special as I passed the beachfront, noticeably less garbage around. I then glimpsed the same green-haired boy from this morning.

He was clearing away to make it clean. There was a giant pile of the already cleared bit, having more added to it by the load he had just been carrying. Seeing it made me think of how I'd been training, and the fact tomorrow was going to decide it all.

I continued my way home. Once I reached the door I took out my keys and unlocked the door, walking in to see Mom sitting right there at the table drinking some tea, a pleased look on her face.

"So... Who was she?" She said with a sly smile growing on her face.

A/N: And thus a new story unfolds! Now is the time to watch as our young hero becomes well... A hero.

Here it is guys, the new project I'll be working on for the time being until RWBY starts up again. Or once we get a release date. This here is my official Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia) fanfic! Where I plan to go with this story, only time will tell. So say hello to Mason Ishi, our brave protagonist. I also plan on giving some info on the OCs that will be in the particular story. Will it be on a scale of Midnight? I don't know.

OC info!

Name: Mason Ishi

Age: 15

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 134 lb.

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Sandy blonde

Nationality: Half Native American, Half Japanese

Quirk: Earth Manipulation. Allows him to fully manipulate all earth based materials such as stone, sand, and dirt. He can only manipulate a 25-foot area around himself, but can also turn sand or dirt into stone, and also create weapons out of stone.