Hi! Sorry to be annoying and put a note up at the beginning here, but I didn't explain exactly what is up with the DP lore in this fic.

So, first of all, it's based on a lot of fanon. Which, granted, takes up about 99% of the fanfiction nowadays (guys, Cujo really only appeared in ONE episode. ONE.) but that's beside the point. There are a few things adapted from my own "fanon"/AU I will one day write called "Hero Complex". So if it's up on my profile now, give it a read, but if it's not/you want the juicy crossover bits, here you go;

To summarize;

1. Ghosts are dead.
2. Danny doesn't have an ice core, but an electricity core (cores are related to a ghost's death, his ice powers are nice but they don't really fit with him, aside from his "sense" which I've always felt was a grasp for straws)
3. Danny uses the name Phantom, not Danny Phantom. It's still a terrible pun of Fenton but 100x less obvious
4. Danny's ghost form is more ghost-like. His face can't be recognized well unless you really know him or look close enough. His skin is blue, glowing green freckles, all sorts of fanon-delicious stuff.
5. Ghost speak is a thing. It's probably a mixture of all the dead languages, mostly Esperanto and Latin. Ha-ha, dead languages.

And yeah, that's it! I'll leave a note (at the bottom of the page) next time if any more details from my AU come about in future chapters. But that's the basics of it!

He'd be stuck in the same hotel room for the next week, but he'd been given more clothes to wear (and the protection program he was in provided a credit card he could use to purchase clothes, necessities, and food) and more importantly, more uniforms. He'd worn just the button-up and pants paired with his red, beat-up converse for the written exam, but now he had a full uniform. Which meant he had to learn how to tie a tie, but that was a problem for later he'd deal with.

After filling out a few more papers, Danny was mostly set for starting the following Monday. He was given his class schedule and even a copy of the student's roster, and where his seat would be. Class 1-A had an expulsion on the first day (already? Ouch), and there was an empty seat that now belonged to him.

He glanced through the list, wondering who was in the class.

Midoriya Izuku. There's one face, at least. He looked at the top of the paper, to see who his teacher was. Aizawa Shota. Make it two familiar faces, but Danny was pretty sure that Aizawa didn't like him.

He groaned, falling back onto the bed. The sun had set, and Danny was itching to get out of the hotel room. Not too far, not gone completely, maybe just...

"Up," Danny said to himself, pushing himself off the bed and towards the bathroom. He opened the door and turned on the shower, allowing it to steam up the room. It felt nice, but it wasn't the familiar cold electricity he hadn't felt in a long time, so he concentrated and felt his body change. His core hummed in content, and he turned intangible and shot up, up, up, through the last two floors of the hotel- luckily those two rooms were empty, and a hallway- and into the night sky.

The stars were different in this universe. How they were arranged, the stories they told, the constellations, were familiar. Mostly based on Greek mythology, but different tales, different stories. He didn't know them all, but he wanted to know. It was a new map, a different world. Literally a different world. Floating over the hotel, he glanced down to see the city below him. There was a beach nearby, the ocean sparkling in the crescent moonlight. Tall buildings framed the rest of the town, with old Japanese architecture sandwiched between. Behind him was U.A., a sight he'd grown to know over the past few days. It was huge, and Danny flew up higher, to get a small little peek at the school campus without drifting too far from the hotel.

Even from higher in the troposphere, he couldn't see the entirety of the school. Whatever. He allowed himself to lazily float in the sky, focusing on the stars for just a few more minutes. He'd do this more and more, when he found a host family and didn't have to worry about police officers existing in the rooms next to him, providing him protection. Maybe he'd journey beyond, but he didn't want Phantom to get too familiar with the public eye. For now.

"Once a hero, always a hero, unfortunately."Danny said, falling back down to the hotel's roof. He shouldn't be using too much water. It's probably bad for the environment.

Sunday was for shopping, though it was really the most awkward thing he's ever done. He was taken to a nearby shopping mall to pick up some necessities, especially casual clothes. The officers stood one outside the store and one inside the store, a distance from Danny, making sure he was okay.

Whatever caught Danny's eyes was thrown into a bag and bought without trying anything on. Toothbrush, toothpaste, another box of donuts- done, done, and done, Danny was set for the next few days cooped up in a hotel room. He was more nervous about Monday, which reared its ugly head faster than anyone was expecting.

He has an official cover story to recite to the class, one he and Nezu sat down to do after the exam. His story?

He was a transfer student, an exchange student, from America. Papers got mixed up in his transition from America to Japan, and he was pretty much stuck in a grey limbo for the first few days, preventing him from coming to class. Luckily "copies" of his papers made their way to the offices of U.A. over the weekend. He wasn't to explicitly blame either country on the record, and was told to say that he couldn't say much about it.

"Only a few people know of your real situation." Aizawa- his new homeroom teacher- explained, leading him through the hallway. It was empty, most students were in homeroom for the beginning of the day. "Your teachers, Nezu, and the police force. Other heroes can access it, if the problem arises, and it better not. It's a cover story, so don't be a problem child and spill everything to anyone, alright?"

"Of course." Danny knew how to keep secrets. He would've winked to Aizawa, but he felt like Aizawa wasn't a winker.

"The design you submitted to the Support department will be available at the end of the day. Unfortunately, that means you will participate in the Foundational Heroics class today in just the P.E. uniform." He said, taking a sharp turn down the hall. "I also would like you to stay after class this afternoon."

Ah, shit, he's already in trouble, and he hasn't even stepped foot in his classroom already? "Sure." It's not like he had anything to do, really. He'd just be going back to the hotel and doing homework, probably sneaking off as Phantom again during the night and exploring nearby Musutafu, the town everything was situated in.

They stopped at a large door. Danny was pretty sure that it was built for the likes of Pariah Dark, because it towered over him. He thought the ceiling was pretty high up. Maybe there are some tall students at this school. Or whoever built the place was being as accommodating as possible?

"Ready?"

"I-"

Given no chance to respond, Aizawa opens the door. Whatever chatter was floating through the classroom came to an abrupt stop, and he recognized the squeal of chairs moving back into their places. He stood in the doorway, fully aware of all the eyes staring at him, as Aizawa stepped up to the desk in front of the classroom.

"Twenty seconds to quiet down. You really need to work at that."

Danny felt like he was going to start missing Mr. Lancer.

"I have an announcement to make before classes begin. As you may notice, we are going to have a new student joining us today."

"Already?"

"So soon?"

"That was fast!"

He remembered that a student had been expelled from the class already. Some sort of combination of failing a test on the first day and sexual harassment, Danny didn't get much information after pestering Nezu about it. What's in the past will stay the past, he supposed. He didn't want to know, anyway.

"Quiet down." Aizawa grumbled. "We were originally meant to have him on the first day, but there was a mess in customs that prevented that." He looked over at Danny. "Introduce yourself. You know where your seat is."

Aizawa was definitely curt about everything. Or maybe he didn't want to waste time on trivial things. Taking a deep breath, Danny nodded, walking closer to the center of the room. The entire class was silent, staring at him, and he got quite a good look at a few students. He recognized a green mess of hair as Midoriya Izuku, he noticed there was a pink-skinned girl, a boy with a bird head, and many other interesting characters in this class. He knew what he was going to say, he rehearsed it in the mirror about thirteen times that very morning.

"Hello! My name is Yuurei Danny, but just Danny is fine. I'm from America, and I'm glad to finally be here after the customs mess. I hope this year goes... well!" He hesitated at the end. He didn't want to be here, but it was better than the alternatives.

And hey, he thought sardonically, maybe I'll actually LEARN something, too.

Hands immediately went up into the air, and he glanced back at Aizawa, who merely shrugged in response. "Only three, then sit down so we can start." Danny nodded, turning around and looking at his class.

His class- he felt a sharp sting in his heart, thinking of Casper High's familiar purple and black colors, the students he'd known for almost an entire year, and there was some kind of hole in his heart. Did he miss his school? Did he miss being pushed around by the bullies (so no one else would have to), the teachers who looked at him with concern or disgust, the terrible lunch the cafeteria provided? Was he homesick?

...Yes.

"What's your quirk?" The pink-skinned girl asked as soon as Danny pointed at her to ask.

Good question, he thought. "It's, uh, it's called 'Ghost'. I can do this." He turned his forearm invisible. "And it can go through stuff."

"Are you related to Hagakure?" The pink-skinned girl shouted, before Danny could answer someone else's question. Everyone turned to... Well, there was an invisible girl in this class, too. Danny hadn't even noticed her because she was just floating clothes- or, well, she wasn't standing out much like the pink-skinned girl, the guy with what looked like multiple arms, and Danny was just used to all this weirdness, now.

The invisible girl giggled, and Danny shrugged, a smirk forming. He left it at that. With a grunt from behind him, Danny felt his face flush. That was enough of the questions, he supposed, and he nervously and quietly made his way to where his seat was. Midoriya gave a small smile as he passed.

Maybe this won't be that bad after all.

Danny was expecting his last thought before class began to contradict itself after it was over. It was the cycle that he lived in, one of the universes constantly laughing at him when he ever tried to do anything, the way it had always been, since even before the accident. Something about clumsy, tiny, Danny Fenton made the universe burst into laughter, especially whenever he was suffering.

Yet, he found himself okay after class. In fact, he felt pretty good about it. He understood his Mathematics class (this universe was behind in his own lessons, imagine the luck that Danny had just stumbled upon) and actually learned stuff in his history class. English and Literature were both boring, but he couldn't get away with a snooze in English like he usually does because of the teacher- Present Mic, was it- and his loud voice. Danny thought his Ghostly Wail was bad, but this was much more destruction on a controllable level.

Lunch came.

Danny wanted to throw himself out of a window. The moment the teacher dismissed them and left the room, he was swarmed. Not every single classmate got up to talk to him, but there was enough of them that he found himself in the middle of a crowd of people asking questions.

"You're from America? What's it like?"

"It's really different-" He tried to respond to all of them.

"Yuurei, your Japanese is really good! Say something in English!"

"Uh, is it? And, um, Hello?" He didn't understand how he knew Japanese well despite never taking a class in it at home, but at this point, Danny was too afraid to ask the universe about it.

"What school did you come from? What was it like?"

"Well, it was, normal, I guess-"

"ENOUGH!" A loud voice rang out from the crowd, and all the students froze. One of the taller students, a boy with boxy glasses and blue hair, caught everyone's attention immediately. "Can you not see that you have pushed our new classmate into a corner? Is this what a foreigner ought to think of when they think of U.A.?" In response, the crowd glanced at each other. The class, from what Danny could tell, was still getting used to coexisting together with clashing personalities. Iida cleared his throat. "And we ought to be heading off to lunch! Afterwards, we have our first Foundational Heroics class and it is imperative we get enough nutrition to support whatever activity we might be doing in the class."

"I-Iida's right!" Danny heard Midoriya say, who was also caught up in the crowd, not by choice. His fault for being in the seat in front of Danny. His eyes were wide, probably wider than Danny's own. "P-Plus, Yuurei will be here with all of us for the rest of the year, so we'll get to know him along with everyone else!"

A few of the kids mumbled to each other, before the crowd shrugged and dispersed, ready to get to lunch. A few stayed back- Midoriya, the Iida kid, and a girl with bright, rosy cheeks who was literally glowing with positivity, and Danny couldn't tell if it was her quirk or not.

Iida took a deep breath, before speaking again, bowing towards him. Danny was worried that he was going to slam his forehead on the desk, but either there was no sound or Iida didn't. "Again, my deepest apologies on behalf of our classmates, Yuurei."

Danny waved it off; what other situations had he been in like that? Swarmed by news reporters and paparazzi in Amity Park, asking question after question after question. He never stayed around long enough to deal with them, but he felt like it helped his reputation a bit when he could, so he did. He wasn't expecting to find it here, of all places. "I'm okay. And please, call me Danny."

He stood up straight- Iida reminded Danny of some kind of robot (not Skulker), at least with his movements. "O-Of course, Yu- Danny." Danny knew that Japanese people addressed others by the last name except if they were really close, but hearing "Yuurei" directed at him all the time was going to get grating. At least he hoped his fellow students would understand. "My name is Iida Tenya, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Uraraka Ochako!" The girl introduced herself. "It's so cool that you're here! Yuurei sounds a lot like U.A., doesn't it?"

Oh. Oh. He hadn't realized. What was with the universe and puns, too? Danny was pretty sure his last name was a common one, but if it's just the name of the school... oh, we found you on the school, let's just name you after it and call it a day. Then again, Danny chose Phantom for his ghost form because it was close to Fenton, if he ever stumbled over them it wouldn't be noticeable. And he couldn't resist the pun.

(He was worried his parents would figure out the pun. They haven't, as far as he knew.)

Danny laughed. "Huh, What a coincidence."

"We should probably get to lunch, too. Do you want to sit with us, Yu- Danny?" Midoriya asked.

"Sure."

Lunch went by quickly. Which was a shame, because Danny really enjoyed the food from the cafeteria, for once. For one thing, everything in the cafeteria was clean, the tables glimmered in the fluorescent lights above and it didn't reek of days-old food. And even though the food was all Japanese, it tasted amazing.

He needed to steal the head chef of this school, take them back to Casper High. Not permanently, just to teach the cafeteria workers how to cook. And the Lunch Lady, too, but her food was more palatable than what they were fed in school.

("Is he... crying?" Midoriya asked, watching Danny stare at his food. Uraraka shrugged.)

And then, what everyone was waiting for... Foundational Heroics. Taught by a hero he hadn't met, yet- All Might. The number-one hero in Japan. The Symbol of Peace. He'd heard chatter from his classmates during lunch, after lunch, and in the classroom while waiting for class about how cool it was they were going to get taught by the "number-one pro hero" in Japan. Personally, Danny couldn't care less. He hadn't been in this world for even a week, yet. He didn't know anything about any of the pro-heroes except the stuff he was supposed to know for his entrance exam and what general information he'd found online.

Even though Danny decided it was a good idea to go to a hero school to find his way home, he didn't think much of the consequences. Especially limiting himself to only two of his abilities. Why didn't I at least give myself flight, too? What if something goes wrong and I end up having to transform, or do something that isn't human, to protect someone? What are the odds of that? If this is some anime, then who's the main character? Sam would often joke that Danny's last brain cell was blasted to pieces when he first had the accident, and Danny definitely agreed with her.

His thoughts wouldn't have much more time to ruminate, because a voice from the door called out, "I am..." and a large man in a typical superhero attire leaned in dramatically. "...coming through the door like a normal person!"

There was something familiar about the man's voice. Danny couldn't exactly tell where he had heard it before, but a familiarity rung out in his head and it was going to bother him. This was definitely All Might, though the outfit he wore wasn't one that Danny had seen before. An old one, perhaps? Did heroes go through rebrands, redesigns, new outfits? Was Danny going to have to think of something new for Phantom?

The students around him were in awe.

"So cool!"

"Wow, he really is a teacher here!"

"Isn't that his silver-age costume?"

All Might marched to the front. Literally, marched. If Danny wasn't in Japan right now, he would definitely think All Might was an American. He wears the country colors, heck, even his name is in English (how Danny can tell the difference between Japanese and English, he didn't quite know, yet). He stopped at the front, taking the basic superhero, fists-on-your-hips, chest-out pose, a large smile shining on his face. "As you all know, I teach Foundational Heroic Studies. It is the subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero! Today's exercise is..." He held out a card, dramatically, which read Battle on it. "Combat training!"

There were mixed reactions through the room. Danny could see, even from behind, that Midoriya seemed upset about the ordeal, but other students seemed ecstatic. And hey, maybe Danny could use more training, most of what he knew was street fighting, trying to survive against ghosts who want to completely kill you, hurt your town, or get your pelt on their walls. Maybe having some honest fighting training (aside from what his mom tried to teach him) will do him good.

"And to go with that... are these!" All Might pulled a remote out from his pocket, and pressed the button dramatically. Danny wouldn't be surprised if his guy's college major was actually theatre and not Heroics. Once the button was pressed, different cases, numbered 1-19, shot out from the wall. "Based on what designs you had sent in after your acceptance, your costumes are here!"

Costumes. Danny had just finished his design last night, and he was told multiple times it would be ready by the end of the week. He'd just have to wear his gym clothes, then. Which was fine.

"After you change, head down to Ground Beta!"

"Yes, sir!" The class responded in a cacophony of yells.

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