Been quite a while since I wrote something. So yeah, here we go (?)

DISCLAIMER: My Hero Academia is property of Kohei Horikoshi. I own nothing but the OCs.

Four days ago, February 20th, Okinawa Military Academy, 0930.

Silence filled the room for a brief moment, only to be broken by the sounds of gunfire that could be heard faintly though the supposed soundproof window. Target practice, heavy artillery drills. In the middle of the room stood a teenager dressed in military uniform, both hands behind his back. Two people were leaving the room as he waited for privacy to speak with his superior.

"I don't really see the point of this transference, Sir." spoke the soldier a few seconds after the double doors behind him were closed shut.

"Soldier…" started the man sitting behind the large wooden desk, late in his fifties and bearing many accolades across his uniform. A brief pause and a short sigh dismissed the usual formalities that normally filled that room "Machibuse-san, I'd be lying to you if I said that I understand the complete thought process behind this decision. This decision however is not mine to make, and as much as I'd like to take a different approach to the issue at hand or just push it aside altogether, I can see the reasoning for it."

"Permission to break protocol, Sir?"

"Granted." The older man waved.

"Well, I fucking don't." growled the teen.

"The decision is final." stated the man, his authority tainted by annoyance as he handed out an envelope to his subordinate. "Don't ever lose this package, there is a lot in there... I've already made sure your recommendation to U.A. was received, there is a copy of it in there, alongside U.A.'s response. There is also some paperwork for you to fill on the airplane, about your housing in Tokyo and some nonsense about a costume."

"Thank you, Sir." Machibuse bowed as he took the package. Refusing to open the offending envelope until absolutely needed, Machibuse just stared at it blankly for a moment, mentally sighing in acceptance.

"I'll have someone pick you up in three hours, should be enough for you to bag your stuff before heading to the airport. Dismissed."

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Current day, February 24th, Machibuse Residence, 1145

"I still don't fucking get it." the teen said out loud. He had spent the last ten or so minutes laying in bed looking at the celling. If anything good came from this transference nonsense it was the fact that for the first time in years he had been allowed to be lazy. No buzzers or people screaming to keep him from sleeping until his back started to ache or his appetite needed to be satisfied. The fresh breeze coming through the blinders was also nice, as he had never been fond of Okinawa's tropical climate.

"Get your ass moving Hakuba… Just pretend that this is some sort of assignment from the Major…" he lied to himself, lazily rolling of the mattress into the floor. Good thing he hadn't bothered with assembling the bed… or most of the furniture for that matter. This however created another issue, space. Lack of, more precisely. His apartment was already small, and the ten or so boxes of varying sizes scattered about made the situation even worse. Specially whenever he needed to stretch and perform his morning routine of exercises.

At least the bathroom was in decent shape; no boxes, no clutter and sporting a mostly organized sink.

Cold water ran through his light hair and lightly tanned skin, jolting the teen awake for good. A few extra minutes were spent dozing off, lost in the mysteries of the universe and on the sudden interest to read the shampoo bottle. Resigned to his fate he then left the shower and proceeded to gear himself for the day to come.

Plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trackpants and the brand-new white running shoes. They were cheap running shoes, but brand-new nonetheless. His bag was already prepared, pencils and such stored safely since the last night.

Cellphone? Check.

Wallet? Check.

Keys? Check.

Something to eat on the go? *ding* Check. He had no clue who invented the microwave but praised be his or her soul.

"Mother, father… I'm out to become a… hero? Something like that… wish me luck." He said down the hallway as he stepped outside. "Me, a hero… didn't see that one coming." He mused, a small, childish smile gracing his lips for a moment before he pushed that thought aside, deciding to rather focus on his breakfast.

-.

February 24th, U.A. Highschool Entrance, 1300.

A wide, blue gate welcomed Machibuse to the prestigious U.A. Highschool, and it was a sight to behold. The main building was massive, covered in pristine blue glass that reflected sky above. Many other buildings could be seen as he walked alongside a small group of about fifty people, most aspirants like him, guided by two U.A. staff members. Pro-heroes he assumed since they were sporting very distinctive costumes: One, a male, dressed in old-western garbs, with a wide brimmed leather hat to top the cowboy motif. The second one was a female, dressed in a skin-tight bodysuit that left very little to the imagination. She also apparently made a point to walk swaying her hips with every step and to give provoking looks back to her entourage every so often. Unnecessary? Maybe. Unwelcome? Absolutely not.

The candidates were taken to a massive auditorium and given numbered tags, sheets of paper were laid upon the tables. Doing as instructed the crowd began to sit down and as soon as they were comfortable the lights turned off. Machibuse was from this point forward "Candidate 32".

"Welcome everyone! It's me your soon-to-be principal! Nezu!" greeted a diminute, very well dressed and groomed figure. "Is that a dog or a bear?" he asked nonchalantly to himself, Machibuse raised a brow.

"Very well, as you can see by the size of the auditorium, you can guess that you are the few lucky candidates to have prime access to the U.A. Recommendation Entrance Exam. In two days we expect this very room to be filled to the brim with hopeful young souls fighting for a place in this school." Said principal Nezu, gesturing to the many empty seats. "Your exam will be divided into three tests: A written exam, yes, the one in your tables right now; a physical exam that will allow us to see your Quirks in action; and finally, a private interview with me!"

"Now get on with the written part! You have until 2pm to finish!"

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February 24th, U.A. Highschool Training Grounds, 1430.

While not terribly difficult, the written test was certainly not a walk in the park as evident by the number of candidates. Of the forty-six candidates, nine had not achieved enough points and fifteen failed to complete the test within the limit time. There were no clocks in the auditorium, and no one actually informed the candidates that the time had expired. A trap that was only revealed when the first candidate that failed to meet the deadline had his paper refused.

The remaining twenty-two candidates now waited their turns to take the second part of the exam, a test of speed and agility. Some people were clearly on the edge, expecting a trap like the one on the previous exam. Machibuse now had the opportunity to interact with the other candidates, or at least observe them since small talk was a little out of place. Most of the candidates were silent, watching the times of the others. Most of them were silent… unfortunately one obnoxious fellow decided that this was the perfect time to attempt new friendships. "Candidate 41" was tall, buzz cut black hair and very, very loud. Luckily for Machibuse, this "Candidate 41" was called out to the race track just as he walked in Machibuse's direction with a broad smile on his face.

As inconvenient as he was, "Candidate 41" destroyed the exam alongside a shorter candidate that had two-colored hair and a pretty unsightly scar on his face. What followed however was, to Machibuse's surprise, silence… something went sour during the race by the looks of it.

No time to think however, his name was called to the track. His was the last group to race, only four candidates instead of six. They weren't allowed to intervene with one another, so it didn't matter really. Running alongside him were two very bland males and one very charming female: tall, spiked ponytail and very short on clothing. She had been the first one to finish the written test, and by a considerable amount of time.

Machibuse took of his shoes as everyone got in position, earning a calling from the pro in charge of announcing the races.

"Hey kiddo, you might want to keep these!" boomed the voice over what Machibuse presumed to be a speaker.

"They are brand new, Sir. Don't want them ruined." The teen replied, straightening his back and putting his hands behind his body. Old habits die hard.

"Your call…" the pro shrugged from his booth.

The race was over as quickly as it started. Machibuse had his feet planted on the ground, unseen weapons piercing the dirt to provide maximum traction, dashing of in an instant the second he heard the bell. He had quickly left the other three behind. He wasn't the first one to reach the finish line however, he had run about eighty percent of the track when a loud boom came from behind.

The female runner apparently had shoot herself from a cannon, beating him to the finish line by about a second and a half. Her landing could've been better, but all things considered, she had won.

"Permission to break protocol, ma'am?" he asked, offering her a helping hand.

"What?" she replied confused her eyes meting his blank expression and taking his hand "Sure?" she half-answered finally, just as she got back on her feet.

"The fuck was that about?"

-.

February 24th, U.A. Highschool Main Building, 1600.

The number of candidates went from twenty-two all the way down to six after the physical exam, and immediately down to five as the previously high strung "Candidate 41" refused to continue and left alongside those who failed. The interview phase continued regardless; all the five received a sheet of paper to fill and were to enter the room in front of them one by one.

Name: Machibuse Hakuba

Birthday: January 8th

Age: 15

Height: 171cm (5'5'')

Blood Type: AB+

Birthplace: Okinawa Prefecture

Quirk Type: Mutant

Quirk Name: Chelicerae

Short Quirk Description: Capable of absorbing and synthesizing biological and chemical payloads. Born with short, injector-like fangs on certain joints that can be used as melee weapons and delivery method.

The last question clearly made Machibuse take his time, as pointed out by Yaoyorozu Momo.

"Is it that hard to sum it up, Machibuse-san?" she questioned, her voice bearing a mix of impatience and curiosity.

"It is very sensitive information, Yaoyorozu-san. I'm sorry for the delay." Hakuba answered flatly, bowing slightly as he delivered the information sheet to the blond pro-hero that oversaw the physical exam and was now in charge of them five while the principal did his job. At this point Present Mic gestured for one of them to enter the room, the first one to volunteer being a girl with dark green hair.

Yaoyorozu raised a finely trimmed eyebrow. Over the couple of minutes they had to talk during the track between the Training Grounds and their current location she picked up a few things about the 32th candidate: He came from a military academy in Okinawa and was partaking in the exam because he was recommended by someone big in the army; he had a very weird speech pattern, where he would speak very formally most of the time, but would ask for permission to "break the protocol" to make sarcastic remarks, speaking like a street thug more often than not; and that he had a mutant type Quirk that acted as a puncturing weapon.

"I explained my Quirk to you, didn't I? Let's keep the playing field even." She requested politely.

"Information is the strongest weapon, Yaoyorozu-san. And playing fair was never one of my priorities." Machibuse retorted with a straight face. Another one of the candidates, the one with a skull-like face gave a hearty laugh as he entered the interview room.

"Sorry, ma'am." a cheesy grin soon appeared on Hakuba's lips as he took a short breath.

"My Quirk, Chelicerae, is on the more straightforward side actually. My body synthesizes toxins at rapid pace, and I can load the chemicals into these…" he flexed his hand open, causing four curved spikes of dark brown color to spring from his palm, all four around one inch long and visibly linked to a sac-like organ that pulsated softly inside his hand "…my Chelicerae are strong enough to dig into concrete if I get my back into doing so. I have four in each hand and feet, as well a few others scattered around, like on the back of my knees of along my spine."

At this point in time, the teen with two-colored hair stood up and entered the room. Silent as ever.

"However…" Machibuse continued as soon as the door was closed "…I cannot produce venom like a spider. I need to have a sample of what I intend to produce in my system. The only chemicals that I'm able to synthesize from zero are hormones and neurotransmitters that any male human is capable of producing. For example, I can pump someone's adrenaline through the roof in order to keep the target fighting for longer, force the target's thyroidal hormones to build up causing fever and even get people high on dopamine. Regardless of whether what I synthesized is something I can naturally produce or if it's based on something external the payload's effects only last about one hour at maximum after leaving the sacs, after that the chemicals become too unstable and start to break apart."

Yaoyorozu absorbed the information, watching as the chelicerae sprung back into his palm, leaving only thin slithers in his skin. Mutant type Quirks had a panache for looking disturbing upon close inspection, but his took the cake, at least from all the mutations she ever seen up close…

"Looks I'm up next." Machibuse said, interrupting her train of thought as he stood up and bowed "Glad to meet you ma'am, hope we both succeed."

She nodded confident. "We sure will."

-.

February 24th, U.A. Highschool Main Building, Interview Room, 1625.

"Ah, Machibuse-san! Glad to see that you've made this far!" Principal Nezu said excitedly, gesturing the teen to come closer. "I'm also glad you managed to keep the Quirk description to a minimum, yours is quite a complex one from what I've heard" the principal continued, looking in the direction Yaoyorozu was "My ears are quite good, you know."

Machibuse stifled a laugh, he was told from early age to not speak much of his Quirk, so now that he had a chance to talk about it he spoke a little too much.

"Happy to oblige, Sir." he said, bowing very slightly.

"Now, now, no need for that! Let us proceed with the interview!" the diminutive principal began. "Machibuse Hakuba, do you know why you are here?"

That was a very ample question, Hakuba was well aware that he was in that room because of his performance during the exam. But that wasn't what Principal Nezu wanted to hear.

"No Sir, I'm not." he said, keeping his back straight and hands firmly behind it.

"Ah very well!" Nezu cheered "Now for the final question!"

"Well that was… quick?" the teen thought, keeping a straight face.

"Machibuse Hakuba, why do you want to become a hero?"

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AN: If you want a good description of what the Chelicerae Quirk looks like, just mix a spiders fangs with Shuko hand claws and Ashiko foot spikes (shinobi climbing gear)

UPDATE: As of 21/05/2019 (about five months and 34 chapters into this story) I have finally drawn Hakuba not wearing his hero outfit, just check my profile picture for it. If I ever change said picture I will make sure to update this chapter with a link to the drawing.