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In another world full of monsters and magic, there lives a boy with bushy dark-green hair which sticks up in odd areas with cheek marks of a huge star company of other tiny stars that act like freckles.
 
His name is Izuku Butterfly, the prince of Mewni.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Today is the day! I'm going to get the wand! The royal magic wand!" Izuku was running around his room filled with excitement and apprehensiveness flowing around his body.
 
When you think about prince charming it's always: confidence, Gracious, Charming and gentle. Well as for Izuku, the only thing he aced in those traits are gentleness.
 
 Izuku is a shy, reserved, and polite boy who greatly resembles his mother and inherited some of his grandmother's behavior.

"Your majesty, We know you're excited but you need to look the part… First impressions are essential to success, you know." The royal servant: name Manfred stated, nose raised up high and while the maids holding the outfit at his back bowed respectfully to Izuku.

"I know, I know it's just-"

" "Just so exciting." Yes your majesty we heard you so many times now… Additionally, finishing quickly would greatly aid in maintaining your favorable impression."

"Oh yeah… " suddenly the feeling of dread washed up towards the young prince's veins.
 
Izuku was so preoccupied with preparing his wand coronation day that he entirely forgot to dress the part.

Fortunately, Manfred observed his anguish and gave the maid the go-ahead to prepare the prince's coronation attire, which caused Izuku to smile a little. He dons a more luxurious, elegant outfit.

When the princess or prince reaches the age of 15. The queen will bestow upon their child the greatest and precious family heirloom: The royal magical wand, that has passed down to the new generation of queens to carry their legacy. The magic and their responsibility for the people, and this duty will be of huge benefit to the public and its users.

"Okay…" he took a long deep breath in an effort to calm his anxiety, "let's do this."

As the two large doors open he sees the nobility, Duch, and Duchess who watches him. Izuku experienced at least 15 butterflies in his stomach, no pun intended.
 
He walked towards his mother who was waiting for him above the throne hall while there were about 30 people following his every move. 
 
He is also aware that his mindset is not helpful and that he cannot allow anxiety to control his body. On the top of the throne, his mother waited for him.

Izuku is the son of Queen Inko, also known as Inko the Caring, who ruled the kingdom of Mewni. 
 
She has successfully made peace with mewmans and monsters. Ever since her husband died in an ambush by monsters when Izuku was only 4 months old. Her stress and anxiety overrun her blood causing her body to slowly gain weight.
 
Dreading her son's safety, she negotiates a peace treaty in mewmans and monsters with the help from the magic high commission and the archduke of monsters: Batwing, who had a surprisingly good relationship with Inko. 
 
With the treaty signed, life in Mewni and monsters became at peace.

Probably.

Although peace was made, the tensions between mewmans and monsters is still heated to this day. Regardless of whether some people disagree, this is most likely the best result after years of suffering and conflict after war after war.

"Honey, you're fidgeting…" Inko said in a whisper so that only he could hear, the boy in question stiffened up as a result, causing the queen to chuckle. He really did have his grandmother's demeanor…
 
“S-sorry…”Izuku whispered, he relaxed a little as he took a short breath. Maybe he should just leave, his palms are already sweating profusely.
 
He scans the hallway for signs that his grandmother is standing in the distance as his mother understands his wandering eyes.
 
“She’s in her room, but she told me that she wants to see you later after this, but for now…” Inko walked towards him, wand in hand. 
 
The royal magic wand takes on a different appearance Depending on who uses it. Inko’s wand is taking the form of a staff that is white to gold with a pink crystal moon and a smaller golden moon with a wing in front. Below it was a bow with a long ribbon and a golden heart with a pink stone inside.

Inko raises her hand to indicate to stop the music, the tone of the atmosphere turns to silence as she begins the oath. “ Prince Izuku Butterfly, My son, The future ruler of Mewni, Will you solemnly promise and swear to protect and provide for the people?” she recites.

“I solemnly promise.” Izuku swore.

"Do you swear to take care of the royal magic wand once you have it? The universe could be destroyed if the wand were to fall into the hands of the evil forces. Do you still have the desire to accept it?"

This is the question that some of the past queens tend to ignore. Several former queens didn't do what they promised to their people, causing a bad relationship between the butterfly family and mewmans. But for Izuku, he'll keep the promise and accept the responsibility. "I do."

"Then…" Inko places the wand in both of her hands as she gestures towards him. "Prince Izuku Butterfly, I bestowed upon you the royal magical wand."

Izuku's hand trembled and his breath stopped for a second, his heart beating faster than ever before. All of the spectator's eyes are on him.
 
As he looks at his mother for reassurance as she motions for him to take it. This is it, his dream is finally coming true. Once the wand is his, he'll have the magic and power to protect and provide for his people just like he promised, just like one of his great grandmothers.

Izuku cautiously took the wand and hoisted it high, feeling the wand's magic.
 
 The wand in hand weirdly felt warm, safe, and… powerful. 
 
He immediately closed his eyes mainly due to the brightness of the light that encompassed the wand in his hands. The sudden light slowly disappears but there’s something off about it. Izuku slowly opened his eyes and immediately astonished at what the wand transformed. 
 
The wand's new form was a shield. The shield’s main color was a forest green with golden edges as the front displayed huge wings with a ruby red diamond connecting them together, as four blue triangles with golden borders connecting them to the gold lines and curves to the edge.

"Woah… so cool." Izuku muttered,  amazed at how it turned out. Finally, The wand is now his. He can never turn back now.

Another blast of music shook Izuku to the core, and almost dropped his shield. The audience cheers as Izuku's coronation comes to an end. He turns around to give a bow in gratitude, as he sheepishly reassures himself that no one saw his little mistake. 
 
Oh god he's sweating more than before! Once this is over Izuku will definitely take a bath 2 times.

"Congratulations honey…" Inko said, tears of pride coming out of her eyes. This was his dream when was a little boy and now, she couldn't help but smile at her son.

"Thanks, mom."

—

After the coronation, the star cheek prince went to his grandmother's chamber and he is now standing in front of the door. Despite the fact that Izuku is a prince, no one ever wanted to play with him as a child. He only interacted with children from noble families.
 
 After the peace treaty was signed, most noblemen weren't happy about it.
 
To them, the signing of the peace treaty was a proof that the queen was too incompetent to rule, too afraid to anger the monsters. Their fear was justified, given the history between the two races.

Ever since Izuku was a baby, he didn't go outside of the castle very much.
 
Still fearing his safety, everytime he goes outside he’s always accompanied by his guards and servants. He decided to stay inside since he doesn't understand why they just won't let him be alone and he feels horrible for them having to watch him constantly.
 
Because of this, he spent the majority of his childhood just bonding with his mother and grandmother: Celena the shy. He took a small breath as he knocked softly at the door.

"Grandma?”

A sound of clanking chains coming from the other room.
 
Then a silhouette of a woman peek through the crack of the door as a soft light illuminates her face. 
 
The woman with periwinkle-purple crescent moon marks on her cheeks, very long pink hair with a thread of white, purple eyes, and fair cream skin. She has a long, starry purple cloak on, a crimson diamond in the middle of a gold tiara with a string of pearls around it, and flowers and bells tied through one of her eyes. 
 
Although Celena is now 80 years old, she still looks fairly young and still maintains her beauty. She brightened when she saw her grandchild.

“Izuku, there you are darling.” The former queen softly said.

“Grandma!” Izuku tackles his grandma, as they hug inside the darkened room. 
 
The space was crammed with trinkets, some of which were hung up and a cauldron is next to the shelves holding potions on the opposite side of the corner.
 
Both of the royalty laughed in joy, if Izuku had to say anything: he and his grandmother established close and enjoyable ties. They continued to hug inside of the room and Izuku couldn’t help but feel astounded by his growth spurt. He already outgrown his mother and grandmother from the past years, in fact this is one of his biggest achievements yet.

“Grandma! Grandma! Look! Look! Look at my wand! Shield? But look!” Celena giggled at her grandchild’s excitement and his childish demeanor. She'll never stop seeing him as a baby no matter what he'll do.

“My dear, what a lovely shield.” Izuku smiled at her compliment as Celena examined the shield in his hands. 
 
“ You know darling, Shields symbolize defense, security, and protection. The concept behind this is simple, and the fact that this represents you. your future must be impactful and treacherous." Celena's expression changed into worry. 
 
"Oh sweetie, I hope that you don’t have to face great danger one day.” Celena shutters, she hugged her grandchild closer as Izuku’s face morphed with caution. His grandmother's warning shouldn't have been disregarded no matter what, with how overprotective both women are. 
 
However, Izuku didn't see this as a bad thing. He's already next line to the throne one day and facing danger is already an issue in becoming a ruler. 
 
“But,  when it comes to people’s safety. Isn’t that the queen’s job to protect them?” Izuku asked, he remembered what his second favorite idol had said and gave his own interpretation of it.
 
“Izuku, sometimes you watch too many earth warriors.” Celena humorously said, making said boy flushed in embarrassment. Being called out about his hobbies was not the first thing that came to his mind. 
 
“Grandma, they’re heroes not ‘earth warriors.’” Izuku pouted. 
 
“yes, yes heroes. Sorry darling.”

One of his favorite activities was to watch heroes, and because his grandma had taught him how to write, he could quickly take notes about them. Both of his mom and grandma found it weird that Izuku was taking notes about heroes but it kept Izuku content for the time being, that's fine for them.
 
He and his mother used to take a trip to earth on each holiday or for political assessment, which is how he learned about heroes and villains. He loves the earth just as much as Mewni.

Although the two worlds were different, the young curly hair prince could see few similarities, like quirks and magic. After digging the history of quirks and how they come to be. 80% of people on earth have a quirk, as quirks are dna-based while Magic does exist with Mewni, but it is exclusively inherited from the butterfly lineage. Nobody truly knows why it exactly happens. However, they both had abilities that would benefit their world.

One of his great grandmothers: Skywynne Butterfly, the queen of hours, is his all-time favorite queen. And also All Might, the symbol of peace, he only exists on Earth. Both of them are fairly comparable to Izuku considering they offer the people protection and support, hard-working and inspiring figures in his life.

“How about you tell me what happened with your wand passing coronation for the time being?” Celena offered, as she gently drags her grandchild to the table where there are sets of tea and biscuits. 
 
“yeah!”

—

The gardeners love the royal garden, the Royal garden was filled to the brim with all kinds of Mewni flowers. The gardeners kept the garden beauty preserve to which the queen appreciated. The royal garden was Inko's favorite place. She and her son used to enjoy playing hide and seek in the garden. However, as kids become older they stop playing, they solely come here to unwind or just gaze at the beautiful roses.
 
“Glossaryck!” Izuku exclaimed as he flipped the first page of the book of spells. 
 
The book of spells or Magic Instruction Book was handed to Izuku when he was just 6 years old since his mother and occasionally grandmother were too busy to play with him. 
 
Izuku used to read the book and every so often used his handmade wand to practice the spells when he was little, but on his final trip to Earth, he abandoned his practice.

Several pages automatically flip as a deep blue humanoid with twelve fingers, a long nose, white beard that splits in the center, pink eyes and lips, diamond-shaped irises and pupils, and a magenta jewel embedded in his forehead float upwards. "Well, hello Izuku! What's up?"

"Glossaryck! Look! Look! Look!" Izuku excitedly chants, as he shoves the shield into Glossaryck's face. Glossaryck casually blocks Izuku's shield from slamming into his face when he extends one finger to halt it.

"Yes I can see that." Glossaryck said.

"Now, you can teach me how to cast spells!" Izuku exclaimed, sparkles dancing around his irises. 
 
Glossaryck hummed as Izuku nervously stared at the magical teacher. "Sure, pick one." Glossaryck nonchalantly offered, and floated  away from the book.
 
To which Izuku was vibrating with excitement. He quickly flips pages as he mutters which one is easier or more useful.

"Some of Crescenta's spells are somewhat useful but also really complex—I mean, a tentacle for an arm? But maybe it would be so amazing if it didn't want to eat my guts but she got some other spell too! Like what if i cast her-"

"Kid stop muttering, it's creeping me out." Glossaryck sighed, which made Izuku blush as he apologized. Even though Glossaryck got used to his muttering, that doesn't mean like it.
 
"Look, how about this?" the book automatically turned a few pages, As he pointed with a finger at what he indicated at. Izuku looked at what he gestured.
 
"Fireless rainbow?" 
 
“Yes, if you can master this spell. You’ll pass the first exam.” Glossaryck  explains, while clipping his toenails.
 
“Oh ok! Can you read the spell while I perform it?” Izuku requested, as he stood up turning his back at the book. He extended both of his arms, shield in hand.

“Izuku, you got to spin… and um…” Glossaryck said after pausing his reading for a moment, While Izuku struggled with spinning while attempting to perform it. 
 
“oh! Point your wand on the ground, and raise it to the other side and say: Fireless Rainbow!” Glossaryck exclaimed,  stretched out his arms and gave a leisurely order as if it were intentional.

“Fireless Rainbow!” Izuku called out the spell, The ruby diamond lit up as he drew an inverse U with a rainbow emerging from it. His eyes glisten as he observes his first successful spell.

“Glossaryck! I did it! I did it!” Izuku exclaimed, now facing Glossaryck. Due to his excitement, he’s completely oblivious that his rainbow flared up with fires at the top. 
 
Glossaryck notices the particular fire and calls out the prince’s name as the fire quickly spreads to the ground and to the small bushes.

“Umm… Izuku…” Glossaryck alerted Izuku to the fire when he noticed it. But Izuku didn’t notice Glossaryck's alarm, as he gushed about his accomplishments.
 
“I have to tell grandma and mom about this! I have to-”

“IZUKU!” he finally noticed after shouting the prince’s name louder.

“Huh? What is it Glossaryck?”

Izuku looked at Glossaryck in confusion as Glossaryck pointed his finger at his back where his rainbow settled. The prince finally looked at his back and screamed as he saw the royal garden lit up with flames. The majority of the plants and flowers in the garden were in flames, and Izuku is distressed and horrified coursing through him. All of the royal gardeners were going to be furious if they found out about this! Mom will be devastated! 
 
“Oh no oh no oh no! Glossaryck, what do I do?!” Izuku turns his head at the tiny blue man, Another wave of panic wash all over his body when the said man and the book are nowhere to be seen. 
 
“GLOSSARYCK?! GLOSSARYCK WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“IZUKU?! BABY?!”
 
To complete the cake of shame, Inko butterfly sees the destruction and runs onto a wall of flames with fear in her face. 
 
His body stiffened up as he heard his mother’s voice, he didn’t want his mom to see this! Why does it have to be this way? He only wants to show his mom and grandma how amazing his spell casting was! Not this! 
 
The queen finally saw her son standing shield in hand and ignoring the flaming rainbow right in front of them. Inko runs towards her son to inspect his body for burns.
 
“OH MY BABY! YOU’RE OKAY! LET”S GET OUT OF HERE!” She grabs her son by the hand and flees the burning garden.

Both of them got out of the inferno safely. Izuku observed the servants extinguishing the flames by utilizing the well and fountain as they exited the inferno, and Izuku witnessed the gardeners' anguished faces. Because of that,  his stomach twisted in the wrong way. Izuku’s eyes felt on the verge of crying as he took a seat beside his mother on the bench outside.

“Honey… What happened?” she puts her left hand on his shoulder as Inko asked with a tone of worry. It’s only been a couple of days since his wand coronation; this isn’t how his face should be. 
 
“Mom… I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to destroy the garden! I swear! I was just practicing!” Izuku cried while explaining about what happened before the fire. Inko wiped her son’s tears away, being a crybaby herself she couldn’t help but smile at how similar they both are.

“Don’t worry, honey…” Inko’s reassurance was cut off by Izuku’s interjection.
 
 “NO MOM! It’s not okay!” Inko was surprised by his scream, Izuku looked down at the ground, completely finding his expression.
 
“It’s just… I know it’s my first time doing magic, but… even if I can’t cast any basic spells right and I destroy your favorite place and-and what if I destroy the magic instruction book? I’ll probably destroy the castle too?! I’ll destroy our history…i…i” More tears flowing down his star mark cheeks. Izuku leaves the flaming garden with his shield and especially his mother as he stands up and lowers his head in humiliation.

“Izuku…” Inko muttered as she looked at her son's back dejected posture and she couldn’t help but feel anguish.

—

The living room is filled to the brim with books, tables, chandels and where the magic instruction book is laid at the center of attention.

“Mom, what should I do… Izuku has been feeling down and I can't let him lock himself in his room for the rest of his life.” Inko questioned in their living room.

“What’s wrong with that?” Celena asked, She was a loner growing up, so she didn't realize how bad that kind of habit could have been for him. 
 
“No mom… with how energetic he is, I don't think it’s good for him.” Inko answered, Izuku has been isolated in his room for three days. He only leaves the room when it is time for meals. With his self made quarantine, Inko had grown concerned.

“
How about you give him some experience?” Both of the women look at who said it. They both witnessed Glossaryck swimming in the air as if there were water. 
 
“What?” the queen asked, confused about what Glossaryck uttered.

“You know, like self discovery, adventure or something like that.” Glossaryck said it in a nonchalant tone. 
 
“Self discovery? But how? There’s almost nothing left for him to learn here… wait…like letting him out of the castle?” Inko finally realized what Glossaryck implied, which he only answered with a shrug. 
 
Inko didn’t like that idea. When they traveled to Earth when Izuku was four, he was a curious and wary young kid whose eyes would light up anytime he watched heroes defending their fellow humans. But, what Izuku didn't see, is the dark side of that kind of job that the hero faced. And she’s not the only one who felt that way.

“No, he’s not ready yet… he’s not…” Celena wants to deny that kind of suggestion. She didn't want her daughter to go through any more heartbreak and endanger her only grandson.

“I didn’t say that, but if it helps him to grow as a person. go for it!  but it’s not my decision to make. Neither is yours.” Glossaryck said, causing the both women to look at each with a grimace splatter throughout their faces. 
 
“Look… he’s a growing boy, he needs to make his own choices. It’s his decision to make, whether it’s good or bad, both of them are needed to grow.” With the last sentence said, Inko looked down at the floor thinking about what Glossaryck uttered.

“Yeah… he’s right, Izuku will one day make his own decision. He is his own person I… I guess I never would have thought how close that day was…” Inko worryingly said with a small amount of tears fell her eyes through her cheek mark that resembles a teardrop, Her hands trembles as she clutch her peach dress. 
 
She never wanted her only child to get hurt or anything bad happen to him, but Izuku was now 15, a teenager, not her little baby anymore. 
 
“You know Glossaryck, you can be serious if you want to be… and where did the Glossaryck who eats too much pudding for his own good, go?” Inko jokes to lighten up the depressing silent room as she removes tears in her round face, which made Celena somberly giggles at her daughter’s remarks.

“What? I can be adviceful to you know?”

—
 
Even after apologizing to the gardener for setting their garden on fire and even with some of them accepting his apology while the others didn't, the prince with the green hair locked himself up in the dark room for the past three days still feeling bad about his failure. His shield sitting at his table filled with action figures of All Might, Other heroes and of course his mother hand made Skywynne doll.

"Ha ha ha ha! Fear not, citizens! Hope has arrived, because I am here!"
 
 The sound of a booming voice echoed throughout his quiet room, the young prince watched his most favorite video in his interdimensional mirror. Usually an interdimensional mirror only receives a call or a message but his mirror is a little different. By giving it an interdimensional connection, he can watch videos or show all across the universe.

“I wish I could be as cool as him…” Izuku muttered bitterly, still downcast about his mistake.
 
He knows what he said to his mother was stupid, he'll never blame his mom for being too protective. He especially knows that he was being over dramatic as he squirmed in embarrassment.
 
He's so stupid! He really is stupid!
 
A sudden knock interrupted his woes.

“Izuku? Honey, Can I come in?” He heard his mother’s voice on the other side of the door.
 
“Sure…” Izuku said in a loud whisper. Inko turns the doorknob as she enters, then approaches her son while observing him gazing at his mirror. 
 
“Hey mom, I'm sorry that I yelled at you… I was overreacting too much,  so… I'm sorry.” Izuku apologizes, He felt mortification seeping through his head. He changes his posture to folding his knees and cradling his head in his arms.
 
'apologize to her properly! You are a prince! This is the easiest part! So why can't you?' he thought.

Inko didn't like how dejected her son's posture was. Pausing the mirror, Inko sat next to her son in an effort to comfort him. Izuku raises his head after feeling a hand on his shoulders, he turns his head toward his mother with a comforting smile. 
 
Izuku only looked at his mother in a dejected expression. In a brief moment, Inko recalls something all of a sudden.

“You know, I almost destroyed our living room when I was the same age as you…”  
 
Izuku was surprised about what his mother uttered. Her?! His mom also nearly destroyed something when she was young too?! Inko giggled at her son’s wide eyed expression.

“Really?! How?!” Izuku exclaims, Izuku was taken aback in surprise as he put his problems behind him. He changes his posture as he sets his knees down and gets close to his mother,which causes her to flinch slightly in bafflement. However, that was enough for Inko, who giggled.

“Mhmm… I was practicing the Warnicorn Stampede in our living room. I was excited as well when I received the wand, and well…” Inko recalls as she and Izuku snorted in amusement.
 
“And?” 
 
“Well… both of your grandparents were kinda mad but they’re mostly relieved that I got out of there alive. In fact, after your grandma didn’t let me out of their room for 2 weeks, she kept giving me blankets and potions of protection! And everytime i leave the bed she would be there beside me, even when I go to the bathroom!” 
 
Inko and Izuku both laughed at the story, completely filling the room with contentment. Inko was happy to see her son smile again, and telling him about her mistakes in the past makes him smile a little, that’s fine for her. Besides, every journey has its ups and downs, if there isn’t, that is more than a miracle. Speaking of journeys…

“Izuku, there's something I've been meaning to tell you about…” Inko said in a whisper as she lowered her head. She didn't want to, but she knew that if she wanted Izuku to succeed, she would have to.

Izuku was concerned by his mother’s expression. Usually her expressions were always gentle and loving, not down and unsettled. 
 
“What is it mom?”

“Izuku, my baby… I've been thinking… you’re a teenager now, and keeping you cooped up in the castle wouldn’t be good for you to grow as a person and your well being. So your grandma and I thought, what if we let you out of the castle? to explore, have an adventure and make new friends! So what if we sent you to earth? To learn and improve your power there? Like one of those people you watch?” Inko proposed, The queen expanded on her thoughts on the situation to which Izuku's eyes widened as his mother delivered a shocking revelation. 
 
The prince's lips parted. “Woah?! Really mom?! But—” Izuku was cut off before he continued his rambling. 
 
“Yes, besides once you get back you’ll surprise our people! With your fighting skills and knowledge you gain while staying on earth.” Inko added, as for her last sentence, whisper in dejection.
 
“Staying on earth? Why?” The star cheek prince didn't understand what his mother had said.
 
“Izuku, you need a new experience that doesn't involve us. That you don’t need our guidance to make your own choices in life… and whatever you choose to be, I hope that you know that we love you no matter what…” Inko finished, as she and her son starts the waterwork.
 
“Mom, I love you too!” Izuku cried.

After finishing their crying, both royalty regain their composure and stop their waterfall as Inko holds her son’s hands as she soothes his back hands. 
 
“So Izuku, do you accept it? Do you wanna go to earth?” Inko offered, even though it hurt her. 
 
“Yes! I’ll go to earth and improve! I'll show them that I'll be a great ruler one day! I promise! I won't let you guys down!” Izuku answered with determination while sniffling and attempting to wipe away his tears.
 
“ but I already am…” the queen whispered.

—
 
In the bustling city of Musutafu, Japan. In the prestigious high school: UA Academy, all of the staff members are preparing for the UA Entrance exam, which will begin in five days. The principal of such an exemplary high school sits behind his desk doing paperwork and such.

The principal was certainly not a man: He has a mouse-like head, black eyes that are circular, a huge scar over the right eye, somewhat rectangular ears that slant outward from the top of his head, and a short round nose. The principal was a rare one, the only known animal acquiring a quirk, his quirk: high spec, gives the user superior intelligence, perception, and understanding to that of any human.
 
The principal was busy with his paperwork full of recommended students. His beedie dough eyes as he inspect the paper one by one. The students' achievement and quirk amazes the principal but that doesn't mean he’s surprised.

“Shouto Todoroki, the number 2 hero's son, I guess I'm not honestly shocked. That child will undoubtedly follow in his father's footsteps and grow up to be a hero." Nezu stated to himself, as he read the recommended registration of another student.

The knock on the principal's office door distracted him from his reading. “Come in.” Nezu lightly commanded. Hizashi Yamada, also known by his hero name, Present Mic, His head is just fully visible after he slightly opens the door. 
 
“Yo, there’s um… there’s a fancy woman at the entrance, and she requested to call you…sir…” Present Mic said in a questioning and hesitant tone.
 
“Fancy woman?” Nezu was perplexed with Present Mic’s questionable information as the hero only answered with a shrug and closed the door only leaving a confused animal. He pushes his revolving chair and spins to see below about what the pro hero announced in his large window. 
 
The rodent principal was stunned into silence.

His research about Mewni and its royal ancestry was his biggest unsolved mystery. Nobody is sure of Mewni's whereabouts, and he has his doubts about the claim that two travelers found it by accident. And if such were the case, why didn't they reveal its location or the presence of any Mewni people?
 
The only source of information about its existence is their monarchy who still ruled their country. The past queens visit every country for political purposes or vacations, However, the world were actually not aware of their identities; this is another enigma to which no one in the world has the solution, and little is known about its origins.  
 
However, due to Nezu's persistence and influence, he was able to track down some images of previous queens. He also noted a strange detail in the image. the cheek marks.

Every queen has a unique set of cheek marks, to
Spade, Bunny or an infinity. And because of that just seeing a woman with teardrop cheek marks he couldn’t help but to high tail out of his office making his coworkers startled in surprise and confusion. They had never seen the principal so overwhelmed with excitement before.

“Woah, what's up with him?” A pale-skinned, tall, slim man with shoulder-length, unkempt black hair asked his colleague. As the principal ran past them.
 
“I don’t know? It’s probably the fancy lady outside, I would be probably excited too because that lady got lions. I mean she got real lions outside!” Present Mic said with awestruck expression. Due to his hero work he never saw a lion up close even when he was little.

The unkempt man looked at his coworker in a reserved demeanor. 
 
"You're an idiot…" the unkempt man muttered, his loud mouth friend gasping in dramatic gestures.
 
"Hey! That's mean!" Present Mic said with even more dramatic flair while playfully clutching his leather jacket. which the unkempt man started walking away from the melodramatic man.
 
"Hey wait! I was only joking! Come back!" Present Mic shouted, even without using his quirk, he was still loud as a speaker. The unkempt man still continued his walk as he gained more speed.

—

Earlier:
 
"Is this the place?" 
 
Outside of the UA entrance, Inko stands in an awed expression. She had previously heard about UA from Izuku's adoring statements, but she wouldn’t have thought of how huge the building was! She found it shocking to say the least even if it's still smaller than the butterfly castle. 
 
“Hey lady!” Inko closes her gaping mouth as she hears a male voice.
 
A Tall man with a little brown mustache and long, blond hair that is styled upward and wearing a black jacket, and a huge speaker covering his neck runs towards her.
 
“Hey there ma’am! Is there something you need? I was just passing by and I saw you standing around. Do you need any help?” the vibrant man asked, the man wandered his eyes for just a second at her back and she saw his eyes widen. 
 
“Is…is-s that a lion…?” The vibrant man mumbled, he slowly pointed at the Royal stagecoach. The Royal stagecoach or carriage is mostly white in color, with a royal blue roof, flag, and four yellow wheels. There are two manticores pulling it. Since she doesn't know what the lions were, he may assume that the two manticores look similar to a lion.

“umm… sir?” 
 
The vibrant man snapped out of his astonishment, he down at the small woman in apologetic expression. “ O-oh! I’m sorry ma’am! I didn’t mean to disregard you!”
 
“No-no it’s fine! Can you just call the owner of this school establishment? I need to speak to them.” Inko reassure as she queried, While the vibrant man gave the queen a bewildered glance. 
 
“You mean the principal? I don’t know… we’re kinda busy with the entrance exam.” the vibrant man explains to which the queen looks at the man with a little expression of seriousness.
 
“Please good sir, I just need to request something.” Inko requested, If Izuku wanted to learn something on earth, Inko will enroll her son to the best academy in this dimension. The vibrant man answered with a nod and walked over to the enormous structure as he regarded the woman with a curious expression.

After waiting for 5 minutes, some of the citizens began to act curiously toward the Mewni monarchy. One of the manticores growled at one of them as some of them brought out their phones to take pictures of it. 
 
Suddenly the queen heard small footsteps and saw a small creature run towards her at such high speed. The small creature stops his track right in front of her, Inko was alarmed and distressed but then she remembered that all of the humans had these so-called quirks. the queen's expression becomes serene as she observes the large rodent.

“Oh your majesty! I was unaware that you were coming! What brings you here at UA ground?” the creature asked.

Inko was curious about how the creature was aware of her royal status; prior to that, there’s been troubling her. “Can we discuss this inside? I feel uneasy here because of the people…” Inko crutch down say in muted tones. Luckily, The creature heard her distress comment and handed her a plastic rectangle with the UA brand. 
 
“Hold on to that, Your Majesty; Now, let's head inside for some tea. Which type of tea would you prefer, Your Highness?” The anthropomorphic animal motions for them to enter to which the queen follows. 
 
“Oh! Manfred, I'll call you when I get back okay?” Inko said, almost forgetting her carriage.
 
“Certainly your majesty.” Manfred replied, he sliced the air with the dimensional scissor as though it were a fabric. The royal stagecoach entered the glowing portal and was stitched back together as it vanished into thin air. 
 
Inko turned back around to the creature but she didn’t expect that the creature's eyes would grow to size. Before Inko could inquire as to the creature's wellbeing, he returned to his usual demeanor as if nothing had happened.

The queen is still puzzled by what happened, but that is not the point because she is here for Izuku's sake. They continue their journey within the building. The walk was quiet but comfortable which Inko appreciated.

“Hey! That's mean!" She heard the familiar voice. The queen turned her head to the left and saw the vibrant man chasing the unkempt man who walked away faster. Inko couldn’t help but giggled in silence. 
 
“We’re here!” The creature announced, the queen startled at his announcement. 
 
They enter the office, Inko notices the table filled with paperwork. The queen sympathized with the anthropomorphic animal because she experienced the same emotions when performing her duties. The rodent approached his table and made an effort to clean up the mess.
 
 “Sorry for the mess… your majesty, please take a seat.” The creature apologizes as the rodent gestures to the chair on the opposite side of him.
 
“No no it’s fine!” the queen reassures the creature, as she takes a seat.

“Now, let me introduce myself; am I a dog? or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly... I'm the principal! The name’s Nezu! at your service!” The creature named Nezu introduced himself in an enthusiastic tone. The queen was taken aback but thought the introduction was amusing despite her shock. 
 
“Well I guess it’s my turn.” She took a deep breath and announced her introduction.
 
“My name is Inko Butterfly, The queen of Mewni but i guess you already know about it. Nice to meet you.” she finished. The principal, who had glimmers in his dark eyes, caught Inko's attention. The reason the principal kept looking at her like a rare species baffled Inko. The principal's tone quickly changed back to a pleasant and composed expression before she could inquire why again.
 
Nezu cleared his table and brewed some tea. “So, your highness… What brings you to UA? I never expected to have visitors on this day! Would you like some tea, your majesty?” 
 
“Oh, thank you…” Nezu extended his hand with a cup of tea, which Inko accepted and sipped. Inko liked the taste of the tea, the tea was not too sweet nor bitter at her tongue which she appreciated. “Sir principal, I only came to this academy to enroll my son here…” Inko said as she took another sip of the warm tea.
 
“Really? Is that all your majesty? You are aware, Your Highness, that there will be no issues with enrolling your son here! There would also be no issues at all if a prince also happened to want to be a hero.” Nezu inquired, realizing that although it was a little late, there was no difficulty accepting a new pupil.
 
“The problem is that he isn't here to be a hero; rather, he is training to become Mewni's future ruler.”
 
Nezu was nevertheless shocked, training to be the new Mewni’s ruler? This is new to him. However, why would a royalty need to train here? The goal of this school was to equip aspiring heroes for battle and defense against villainous attacks and rescue missions. So why? 
 
Inko unintentionally answered his questions.
 
“I want my son to enroll here so that he can discover his strengths and learn how to handle his power. Also making new friends while staying here and I want them to treat him the same way that the other people have; I don't want my son to treat him any differently. Please allow my son to enroll here so that he can experience what his future friends will also have.” the queen begged.
 
“I see.” The anthropomorphic animal was a little confused with the explanation, however he understands now what the queen is implying. But, seeing what the royalty’s power in close was intriguing. 
 
When it comes to quirks, he theorizes that some of the mewni’s people would have quirks. But,  This was another mystery that he found oddly funny, But given that the location was a closed country. However, if the queen of Mewni requesting him to enroll her son.

“Well, I don't see why not? It’s been a while since we have rare entries nowadays.”

“R-really?! I'm grateful. I greatly appreciate it.”  When Inko expressed her thankfulness, tears started to roll down her teardrop cheek mark, and the principal smiled and offered her a box of tissues. “Oh my, your majesty, you don’t have to cry about it!”  
 
“O-oh-oh! Sorry!” Inko apologized, with a variety of gestures as Nezu poured another drink for him and the queen to which she was grateful. She took a sip, feeling her taste buds satisfied by the beverage. but she quickly realized there was another issue.

“Ah! I almost forgot!”

—

Izuku's room was nearly deserted since all of Izuku’s clothes, items and action figures were already packed up in his luggage and chest well, except his shield. 
 
He found it hard to believe he was enrolling in UA Academy. It is thought that UA is the best Hero Academy in Japan, if not the entire earth, and is the top-ranked high school for heroics and the fact that he's attending UA he couldn't help but be excited.
 
And because of his excitement, he double checked the luggage and chest 3 times in a row, just in case he forgot something while also mumbling and muttering. He was vibrating with ecstasy causing him to get distracted very easily.
 
"Darling?" 
 
The sudden voice terrified the star cheek prince as he jumped a little and quickly regained his insanity.
 
"Grandma! Don't do that!" Izuku whined.
 
"Oh sorry dear." Celena said, chuckling at her grandson's demeanor. She went into his mostly vacant room,carrying an unknown object. She didn't like that Izuku was leaving, and she couldn't help but feel dread in her gut.
 
"Izuku, I'm gonna miss you so much. Please come visit once in a while, okay?" Celena requested.
 
She gestures for his hand to which Izuku obliged. The former queen held her grandchild's hand and turned it so that his palm was exposed. Celena placed something in his hand, but he wasn't expecting his grandmother to give him a pair of scissors with green and gold blades. However, these weren't just any scissors: they were dimensional scissors.

“Dimensional scissors?” Izuku whispered in surprise, brushing his other unoccupied hand in the golden blades.
 
Celena smiled at her grandchild’s astonished expression. “It’s now yours…”
 
Izuku looked at his grandma in disbelief. This scissor? His?! What!? Izuku’s hands trembled in shock as Celena chuckled at his manners.

“I requested Hekapoo to create this.” 
 
Celena looked at her grandson’s hand, which were holding the scissors, while she gave them a loving glance. Suddenly, her face took on a cautious look.
 
“Izuku, please don't loose this and keep it safe. You are already aware of how valuable this is.” Celena warned, now gripping Izuku's hand as she looked at him with a serious look.
 
Izuku understood it and nodded. He moved away from her as his cape swoosh a little and toward the chest holding his figurines and hero notes. He knelt down and unlocked the chest. To keep it hidden and make it appear as normal as possible, he placed the dimensional scissors at the bottom of the notes. Izuku gets to his feet and makes his way back to his grandmother while smiling.

Knowing they don't have much time to be together or simply talk about whatever they want, the star-freckled prince gives her one more hug. Izuku wished that his grandmother and mother would join him.
 
Izuku wished that his mom and grandma would come with him. But, they specifically said that they won't be there for him. But also! They will support him no matter what, right? Of course they would!
 
Besides, he promised that he'll be back.
 
"I'm going to miss you darling." the former queen sadly murmured, As she stroked her grandchild's hair.
 
"Me too…" he said, His eyes were weeping a little.

Izuku let go of his grandmother's hand as their embrace came to an end. He began packing his clothes while also requesting assistance from the servants to bring the luggage and chest to the carriage.

While strapping his shield in his right arm, he couldn't help but look around the castle as if he was a tourist not a prince. He'll be leaving this place, this palace, his home. 
 
Another wave of tears flowed down his star-freckled cheek. They reach the outside of the butterfly castle where his mother waited for him.

Izuku gave his luggage to the servant's outstretched arms as he walked forward to his mother, who was beside the stagecoach.

"Izuku…"

"Mom…"

Just like Celena, Inko and Izuku give each other a hug. Inko didn't like this at all, she wished that she could go back in time to pretend that everything was in place, that nothing was missing.
 
But, Izuku chose this path and Inko was the one who made the suggestion. There's nothing she can do.

"Izuku, call us alright?" Inko asked, she held her son's starry cheeks and gave it a small squeeze. He still has some small baby fat which she is gonna miss. She removes her son's tear track and pulls his face towards her and kisses his forehead to which he laughed at her actions.
 
"Yeah, I'll call you guys." Izuku answered, he once again let go of his mother cradling hands. 
 
Once the carriage was ready to go, Izuku entered the stagecoach and wave at his mother at the exposed window. 
 
"I love you!" Inko announced, to which Izuku smiled warmly at her.
 
"I love you too!" He replied and waves one last time at her.

The stagecoach began to move as Manfred finished opening the portal. Despite having been to earth before, the prince became nervous when he saw the portal. He couldn't help but feel both exhilaration and anxiety fill his body.
 
This is it! He was now only his own for the first time, He took a large deep breath before his wand passing coronation.

After leaving the portal, the stagecoach arrived on earth. Izuku looks around the huge rectangular structure while he's in the carriage, his expression was full of awe and amazement.
 
"Woah! It's been awhile, Is this Musutafu city? I see some new buildings have been added!"

His wandering eyes stop as does the carriage. The prince looks outside of the window to see the ever  prestigious school: The UA High. 
 
'Mom was right! It looks bigger than the pictures! Though it's smaller than the butterfly castle, but still!' Izuku thought, he remembered what his mother said when she got back from UA.

Izuku got out of the stagecoach leaving his luggage and shield inside the carriage, as noticed how many humans were taking pictures of him and the stagecoach but, mostly the stagecoach. He was surprised to put it lightly. Is this what his great uncle jushtin and his group constantly doing? 
 
Fortunately, The flashing lights stopped as some people wearing a safety vest were worn on top of a light blue button-up shirt. Whoever they were, he was thankful for their help. Then he hears a high pitched sound.

"I'm sorry about that!" 
 
To find out who he heard, he turned back to the UA gate. He continued to search for the source of the high-pitched, polite tone. 
 
“Down here!’ Izuku looked down and was taken aback by what he saw. There’s an anthropomorphic animal in front of him! What kind of an animal is he? Is he a rat? He looks a lot like a baby polar bear! Why does he have a scar? What happe—
 
“My my, aren’t you curious? I certainly hope you don't look around too much! Curiosity killed a cat after all.” the unknown creature warned, to which Izuku recoiled a little and bow profusely in apology to which the anthropomorphic chuckle at his action.
 
“Your majesty, everything is okay.  Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Nezu, and I'm the head of this UA academy!” The creature known as Nezu announces in a cheery tone.
 
Izuku's eyes bulged out, he never thought that this creature is the principal of this  prestigious UA?! Really?! Honestly he shouldn’t be surprised, His mother enrolled him at UA, making him likely the first royalty to ever attend a hero high school. 
 
“Your majesty, How about we head to your temporary residence?Follow me if you'd please!” The creature requested. The small animal walks away from the young prince and boards a jet black metal carriage. The black tinted window rolled down as the small creature pops his head out and said: “please follow me to your destination!” 
 
The young prince was confused but he agreed to his request as he entered once again in his stagecoach. 
 
“Follow that black metal.” Izuku orders the Reinsman, the driver hears his order to which he commands the manticores to pull the stagecoach. 
 
The stagecoach and the black metallic carriage both started moving forward. Izuku enjoyed the voyage and felt comfortable as he surveyed the bustling city, completely oblivious to the people's shock and the flashing lights that were pointed directly at the royal carriage.

“Woah! Is that a hero!? No way I just saw a pro hero on patrol! So cool!” His enthusiasm grew as he witnessed a massive woman kicking another equally large, hulking, and muscular man. His eyes sparkled and he wished that his notebook was beside him. He doesn't know why, but he enjoys writing about heroes and their powers. If this helps him in his desire to become a great ruler like his great grandmothers and mother, he will put a lot of effort into it, to make everyone proud!

They turn into a different street full with modest homes and lovely flowers, the star freckled cheek prince smiled broadly as he watched the kids having fun. He couldn't help but smile a little wider as he suddenly remembered his first time visiting this world’s playground.
 
Izuku turned to gaze at the kids racing after the stagecoach on the sidewalk; one of them, that child waves at him, and he reciprocates the gesture. They stop their chasing and tell his friends that they saw the star-cheeked person inside, the children’s eyes twinkle.

“Guys! There’s some guy inside the ride!” 
 
“Woah really! What’s he look like?”
 
“He looks like a bush! And he has stars on his cheek and he also looks like a prince!”
 
“Woah really!?”
 
“Yeah!”

Izuku laughed when he overheard children talking loudly, which gradually faded as the distance stretched. 
 
‘Kids are surely lively here…’ he thought.
 
They turn into another street as the view of the houses changes to tall apartment buildings and some of the cars are parked in different directions. Both the carriage and the car in front of them came to a stop, Izuku stepped out of the stagecoach with his shield and the rodent creature sprang out from the jet black vehicle. 
 
The young prince looks around the place they stopped. He blushed excessively from head to toe as he noticed a few people staring at him. He covered his face with his shield to cover off his discomfort. 
 
“Let's get your belongings now, Your Highness, and follow me!” 
 
Izuku lowered his shield as he answered with a nod, “Umm… guys can you carry my luggage?” He asked his servant to carry his luggage and chest, and the servant carried out his request.

They enter the apartment complex; given how similar they all are, there isn't much to say about it. They walk in the flight of stairs. Izuku arrived at the third floor of the structure quicker than he anticipated, thanks to his years of climbing up and down the stairs within the castle.

They faced the door of the apartment, there’s nothing redeeming qualities about it since there's no any decoration or even the other doors that they passed earlier. As Nezu walked in front of him, The anthropomorphic animal knocked on the brown door and awaited the person on the other side. 
 
“You'll be residing with one of my instructors! Oh, don't fret! You can trust him given that he is a professional hero.” Nezu reassures the young fidgeting prince to whom he was excited. A pro hero?! He’s going to be roommates with a pro?! How cool is that! 
 
“I hope that he doesn't find me weird.” Izuku mumbles. 
 
At this moment, Izuku was a worried wreck because he was living alone for the first time, though not really. According to his mother, she asked the principal to watch over him even though they wouldn't be there. Well, because he still doesn't know the earth well enough to venture out alone...yet, for which he was grateful.
 
Their wait was cut short as The door gently opened after the sound of the door's internal chains. On the other side, a gruff voice grumbled tiredly as a silhouette of an unkempt man emerged.

“Oh, it’s a brat…”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Aizawa should simply stop teaching altogether rather than expelling students. He and Nezu agreed that he would only educate the students, NOT provide childcare. Or maybe he should never be friends with a sadistic flirty woman and a loudmouth banana.  It all happened so quickly that he wasn't even aware of what he had agreed to.  —

“Rock, Paper, Scissors!” the anthropomorphic animal announced, leaving the UA employees perplexed as to what he was stating.

“What?” The voice hero said dumbfounded with the principal’s declaration.

The conference room, painted a light blue color, filled with the UA faculty members. The teachers were seated around a large conference table in the middle of the room.

Since they were all focused on getting ready for the entrance exam, they had no idea why the principal had scheduled the meeting. Sure, the meeting might have been for the final robot or the entrance exam, maybe even the most recent internet sensation was The White Carriage Incident, which reportedly took place in UA.

“What do you mean by that sir?” The new instructor inquired, sounding puzzled. This new teacher: Everyone can be deceived by his appearance since he appears to be a frail man wearing a yellow dress shirt, but in reality, he is none other than All Might.

“We’ll be playing Rock, Paper, Scissors or should I say you’ll be playing.” The principal said it cryptically, making the unkempt man and the rest of the UA faculty shiver in discomfort.

“This isn’t good…” The humanoid block of cement whispers.

"What about the white carriage? Some of the journalists keep questioning me about it!" Present Mic railed, His work was made even more difficult by this event. Many reporters gather outside his station, but they are so relentless that he hardly ever manages to get inside.  "If we don't address that incident, the media may gather on the exterior of our school. That would be a hassle since the entrance exam is approaching." The R-Rated Hero: Midnight said, Since the incident soon gained attention online, she was interested in learning more. Due to the fact that Present Mic was the one who approached the white carriage, she even questioned him about it.

"We'll talk about that later, for now… let the game start!" Nezu once again cheerfully announced, He motioned for the teachers who were seated or even lying down to rise up. They all assemble in the middle of the enormous, U-shaped conference table, stand in a circle, and extend their right fist. "So… what will the winners and losers get?" Present Mic asked with eagerness, Mic was always enthusiastic about games, whether he was making the announcements or participating in them.

"This is ridiculous… you know that we got more important work than playing a kids game." Aizawa said nonchalantly. Playing games wasn't supposed to be their first priority given how close the entrance exam was. "Don't be such a sore loser, Shouta." Present Mic countered, making said man roll his eyes.

"It depends on whether you get to do what you want for 3 days or you have to do something for me!" Nezu answered Present Mic's question. As Aizawa anticipated, the principal was always cryptic when it came to him having fun. The unkempt man appreciates the animal that he can put his priorities straight when needed, but when it comes to the principal's intelligence he doesn't want to know what the creature is thinking.  “Do what we want for 3 days? What?” Snipe was confused by the principal's offer because the anthropomorphic animal just continued to smile while gazing at the gun wielding hero and kept smiling.

“You, if I win I could be the announcer for the entrance exam?!” Present Mic excitedly exclaimed, Since midnight had been the announcer for the last three years, he had hoped to take over the role this year.  “Dream on Hizashi.” Said woman playful sticks her tongue out, making the voice hero have a flare of competitive aura oozing on him.

“He didn’t even say which one of those are the winners and losers prizes…” Aizawa muttered, the principal’s ears picked up his whispers and looked at the unkempt man with a smile. He hugged his yellow sleeping bag closer to his chest, he wished that he didn't come to this meeting if it was just to entertain the principal. ‘He’s up to something… isn’t he?’ he thought, maybe he shouldn’t drink coffee since how problematic today it’s going to be. “Ok everyone!” When the instructors heard the principal's voice, they turned to face the other teachers into two players as the anthropomorphic animal leaped up the table and raised his hand to begin.

“Rock!” The teachers slowly raised their fists, one half confused and the other half excited. “Paper!”  “Scissors!” This is it! Present Mic shot to be the announcer for just 3 days! He couldn’t blow this up! He has to do it. On the other side of him, Aizawa wanted to sleep so if he lost that offer might lose his sleeping time, he cannot afford that! However, he remembered what he hypothesized earlier and started to doubt his 3 days of sleep. “Scissors!” “Shoot!” Every faculty member simultaneously revealed their fists in various Rock, Paper and Scissors.

—

“I won…” Aizawa couldn't believe he had won. How? Since he didn't always succeed or was too lazy to play rock, paper, scissors with his companion, he rarely won any of the games. To his left, he hears the wail from his loudmouth banana friend. “NOOOOO!!!” Present Mic hunch on the ground and howled in misery, no this isn’t happening!? He wanted to be the announcer for this year! Even if just for 3 days! He could hear midnight chanting loser in his back, like a creep. “STOP THAT! YOU LOSE TO ALL MIGHT WITH YOUR WEAK PAPER! “Said the one who chose scissors! I thought you knew more about Shouta than that!” The sadistic woman retorted, making the voice hero weep some more.

“Congratulations Aizawa!” The principal applauded the wary and cautious man, knowing the principal for 3 years he felt dread crawling up his body. Well, he’s doomed, maybe he could just leave this school and never come back or just swallow the whole sleeping pill bottle.

“Now, for your prize!” Please be the 3 days Please be the 3 days Please be the 3 days Please be the 3 days Please be the 3 days Plea— "Aizawa, I'll see you later at my workplace! "The anthropomorphic animal said, causing the man with banana hair to stare at the mouse-like creature with a bewildered expression. But he wasn't the only one who thought it was unexpected.

“What.” “As for you, Present Mic” Present Mic stood up straight like a tree and his body was as hard as a rock, the other members looked at him with a chuckle escaping their mouth. “Your reward is the 3 days!” Nezu exclaimed.

“HECK YEAH! TAKE THAT NEMURI!” Present mic loudly and excitedly pointing his finger at the seductive woman, while Midnight stuck her tongue out at Present mic as he made wacky expressions back at her. “Hey, how did he get that reward?” Aizawa bitterly said. Envy was seeping from his veins as he crossed his arm and rested his hip against the table on the left side of him. The creature sip his tea and ignore his question.

“Uh-oh! Is Shouta jealous? Hey Nemuri look! He’s jealous!” Present Mic mockingly calls Aizawa out for being envious, knowing though he wasn't wrong. As Present Mic continues to mock the untidy man, Midnight joins in on the childish chants. “He’s jealous! He’s jealous! He’s jealous! He’s je—”  Their chant came to a halt as Aizawa used his capture weapon on them both while projecting a sinister aura from behind him. He also turned on a quirk to complete his ominous appearance. “Shut up.” his colleague swiftly nodded. He then unwrapped his scarf, stepped back, and turned his back on them. Aizawa proceeded toward the front seat while maintaining a blank expression as he glanced down at the anthropomorphic animal for his reward “fine, what is it?” He questions.

—

Back then, maybe he shouldn't have asked in front of everyone now his high school classmate won’t stop calling out his stupid reward. “Babysitting… as if I don't already do that anyway…” he scuffed, narrowing his eyes down at the paper in his hand.  “Izuku Butterfly…”  He wasn't very interested in subjects unrelated to his work as a hero. However this paper caught something fascinating, according to the document that Nezu handed to him, this kid was homeschool and lived in the most talked about and mysterious country of all, it was none other than Mewni.

When Aizawa read what the kid's birthplace was, he had to double check if it was real. He even went to the principal's office to ask about the anomaly in the paper to which the anthropomorphic animal chuckled and verified that it was in fact true.  Aizawa initially thought the principal was tricking him. Nezu tricking him into doing something wasn't a foreign concept, Aizawa was so used to the principal's antics that he was sure that he wasn't fazed by it. He was one of those people who didn't think Mewni existed. Aizawa once had a strong interest in Mewni, and he even wrote a school report regarding its location and mystery.  Naturally, it ceases when he enrolls in high school, when he begins to wonder whether it is true, and he decides that it isn't.  But this? This information? This was an eye opener. It was like someone poured cold water into his brain.

And here's another question, why 3 days late? The UA’s entrance exam is coming up in the next 2 days. He didn't know why, but he was certain that this kid would cause him a headache. While Aizawa was cleaning his flat, the anthropomorphic principal sent him a message saying that they were on their way. It's easy to clean his apartment since he rarely ever enters it.

Ever since he became an underground hero and began teaching as a second career, he hasn't spent much time at home.  His co-workers always see him hiding in his yellow sleeping bag in every location that is warm and 5 meters away from prying banana man, sadistic flirt or the problem children.

”What does the principal see in this kid? There doesn't appear to be much to say about him other than the fact that they are from Mewni.” He mumbled while mopping the floor. Sure he had some confusion as to why the child had stars covering each side of his cheeks and does the kid even have a quirk? Do the people of Mewni even have a quirk? Being a seal off country he wasn’t sure about the answer. His musing ending as he heard knocking.  “That was fast.” He muttered to himself as he quickly put the cleaning equipment in the closet and walked towards his door entrance.  Upon opening his door he was greeted by none other than the UA principal and soon to be problem child. “Oh, it’s a brat…” Aizawa saw the regal looking boy stiff. Aizawa was taken aback with how the kid’s look. He looked at the boy up and down, to his dark shade of forest green and in his bright red shoes.

'What is this kid wearing?' He thought as he looked at the boy's left back side as he saw 3 men wearing full body armor and carrying luggage and chest.  'What is this? Did they go to a Halloween party? No it's April, and what's on his hand? A support item?' Aizawa's musing ended when the principal called out for his attention. "Good afternoon Aizawa! Mind if we come in?" Nezu greeted the stunned man, knowing how he had a lot of questions and little time for an answer.  Aizawa just nodded and gestured for them to go inside, he heard the boy’s tiny whisper about his apartment. His eyes were locked on the balcony, well more like focused on a certain white wagon. "What the…" he subconsciously walks forward to the railing, gripping the cold metal barrier with his palms. Aizawa's olive black eyes were open wider than ever before, even wider than him drinking his usual black coffee or Hizashi's sugary and heavily cream latte that he accidentally switched their cups. Below him is the internet sensation: The White Carriage. Aizawa's eyes were not the only one who looked flabbergasted at the white vehicle.

Aizawa looked down to see some of his neighbors were gawking at the ride, they even pull out their phones to take a picture of the majestic carriage or took a selfie with the lion? Griffin? What the hell is even that animal?!

His brain suddenly realized the matter as a quick memory came to him.

Few days earlier:

"Hey Shouta, how's… how's your price? Was it good? Was it bad? Or is it so horrible that your face is making you look constipated?" Present Mic obnoxiously poke Aizawa's face while walking with Midnight right next to him.
 
"Don't do that! You'll hurt his feelings~ don't worry mama will protect you from this wicked loud mouth." Midnight dramatically proclaimed, putting her red polished nails to his cheeks as she squished his unshaven face. Aizawa batted her hands away before his cheeks hurt.
 
"Hands off, and don't talk to me." He quickens his phase as his fellow colleagues chase after him.
 
"Aw come on Shouta! Is it really that bad?" 
 
"What about it? Are you going to switch price with me?" Aizawa retorted to which Present Mic shut up and lessen Aizawa's headache. "That's what I thought."
 
It was a moment of silence among the three friends, making the atmosphere around them awkward. The awkward silence ended when Midnight brought up something that they forgot to discuss.
 
"You know, we never discussed the white carriage disaster. Hey Hizashi, can you tell what that was?" The seductive woman asked, she never got any answers since she always got cut off by something eventful or even the most basic things.
 
This perked up the mood of Present Mic as he was one of those people who got a close up view, well while also talking to the owner.
 
"Well, the carriage was pretty cool! It's like one of those Medieval carriages. But, instead of horses, that bad boy got lions!" Present Mic loudly explained while also making punching motion up in the air at the last part of his sentence.
 
Midnight widened her eyes at Present Mic's reply. "Lions? I don't think it's legal to use lions in carriages."
 
"I know right?! It's pretty rad! if I do say so to myself!" 
 
"Did the owner know what they were doing was even legal?" The Unkempt man question, when it comes to cats Aizawa wouldn't hesitate to put the person in their rightful place. He didn't care if it was large or small, endangering a fluffy monstrosity like lions; he didn't care as long as the animals were safe.
 
"Well—"
 
"How about what they look like!? Most of the pictures on the internet were too blurry or just blocked by the lions." Midnight inquired, she was excited to know what's behind the mysterious wall of fur or white that the camera failed to capture.
 
The loud man looked at his colleague with a questioning expression, he didn't know Midnight was so invested in the internet's newest hot topic. Well… not really.
 
“You wanna know that bad huh?” Present Mic said in a cocky manner, He rubs his fingers to his non existing goatee beard as he saw Midnight bobbing her head up and down while Aizawa just looked at him with his dead tired eyes but Present Mic knows that he is also curious.
 
“She’s pretty small, about 5’2 i think? Oh! She was wearing a pretty peach color dress and I think it's really expensive too. There's like small details that I can't even see, I don't think even All Might can buy it too."
 
"We don't care about the dress, just tell us what she looks like?" Aizawa said.
 
Fine, fine, she got straight green hair and I think her cheek was marked with a teardrop. And…” Present Mic suddenly stopped his walking as Aizawa and Nemuri turned their heads around as they  noticed his pale expression.
 
"What's wrong?" The seductive woman asked in a worried tone, she rarely sees Hizashi make that kind of face.

"That…that lady was wearing a crown… she was wearing a crown…"

Aizawa quickly came to the realization; he turned to face the open, broad entrance and looked at it. Observing Nezu speaking to the boy with the star cheek boy as he mumbled in a baffled tone. "this kid…. This kid's a royalty…."

—  “Aizawa, I would like you to meet our exciting new  student; Izuku Butterfly.” The school principal enthusiastically proclaims, The boy who’s introduced by the anthropomorphic animal sheepishly bowing as Aizawa returns the action as well. “I’m Shouta Aizawa, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Aizawa set a 2 cups of tea in front of the star cheek prince and UA's anthropomorphic animal as he heard a small thank you from the bushy hair boy.  “Yesterday, we had an unexpected visitor. To my surprise it  was the ruler of Mewni herself: Queen Inko Butterfly!” Nezu exclaims in a joyful tone. “We discussed enrolling her son in UA at my office in how we could teach him how to use his power and prepare him to be a good ruler..”

This caught Aizawa’s attention especially in one particular word that the anthropomorphic principal said. “Ruler? You mean he’s not here to be a hero?” Nezu answered him in a nod as he turned his head to the young prince’s face. To be honest, this is not one of his list of reasons as to why a prince is enrolling in one of the dangerous careers in the first place.  Aizawa pondered this in his mind. ‘This is her son, then?’ between Hizashi's explanation and the young appearance it wasn’t hard to put the two and two together.  However, Aizawa wants to know the reason why in the young prince’s mind rather than coming from the principal or the queen's words.

"I didn't mean to be impolite, but would you mind telling me why you're enrolling at UA, your majesty?"  Rich brats who believe they are more powerful than him are not an issue for Aizawa, due to his plenty of experience dealing with their pompous attitudes. Hell, he gladly put that kid in their place if they dare challenge his authority. But,this time… this time is a different story.  To be fair, the young prince doesn't appear particularly exceptional or haughty in Aizawa's eyes, which is, to put it mildly, unexpected. Well, except his star freckles, cheeks and expensive royal outfit that will put some top hero agency into bankruptcy if they try to buy it. Or maybe not, since he wasn't knowledgeable when it comes to fashion, his closest friend even called his hero outfit; 'that you’d found in a broken down thrift store.’  However, he can’t help but to look at the glimmering shield right next to the prince's side. There’s something off about it, not in a bad way or something. It’s like your mind already knows the answer but can’t describe it or make sense about it.

“W-well, s-since UA is the top-ranked high school for heroes and is regarded as the best Hero Academy in Japan or perhaps even the entire earth, she thought it would be a good idea. So I agree, and now I'm here.” the young prince answered with a sheepish smile. He took another sip of the warm tea as he smiled away his nervousness. The tea wasn’t amazing nor terrible at the same time, which is fine with him. Aizawa then examines the appearance and physical characteristics of the guard standing behind the young prince. Honestly, he can’t see what they look like since their faces are covered in steel helmets.

However, there’s something up with their position. With the young prince tight grip at the glass tea cup as a small space gap between the principal and him in the small couch, while the royal guard grip their swords as if there's an invasion was about to come out. Aizawa didn't know what's with their posture but his short musing stopped as the UA principal spoke.

"Since this is UA's first time having a royalty applying, I hope you don’t mind letting the young prince settle at your apartment with you at the moment, Aizawa.” Although he has already discussed this with Nezu, on seeing the bushy-haired lad give him a quick glance, he assumes the principal is doing this to reassure the young prince and let him know that he has faith in them.  “I've handled someone else before, so this is nothing new, so it's all right.” That wasn’t a lie, he did take care of Hizashi when he caught a cold but there’s a difference between that and 3 years of child care. Hell, even taking care of a cat is already a hassle.

Speaking of cats, a small meow came out of the side of the couch where Izuku was sitting. The White cat suddenly jumps into the young prince's lap making the whole group jump in surprise, especially the star cheek boy since he's been holding the lukewarm tea for the past conversation. "Sushi! Bad girl!" "Hello there…" Aizawa’s shout was cut off when Izuku put the tea down at the table as he set his hands into the cat's shoulders, lifting the cat in as the white furry animal meowed in response. “What’s your name?” “Sushi.” Izuku turned his head away from the white feline to the unkempt man. “Her name is Sushi.”   “O-oh, hello Sushi, I’m Izuku Butterfly. I hope you don’t mind having me as your new roommate.” Izuku asked the white animal, as the cat only meows in response as if she can understand him. The star freckled prince chuckled when the cat put her right paw in his nose. Aizawa takes a small smile at the young prince's change of behavior. Honestly, he didn’t like how the kid presented himself, as if he didn’t have any confidence or a leg up to pull himself. But, He returns to his usual demeanor as the anthropomorphic animal fakes a cough to get back to what’s really matter.

“Since, I already have the queen’s signature for the prince's temporary residence. All I need is your signature to complete the agreement.” The anthropomorphic animal said as he pull out a contract document and handed to Aizawa with the pen. The Unkempt man took the offer item as he read the contract to the start and to the bottom.  “That’s this?” “It’s a contract, Aizawa.” “I know what this is, I'm talking about the confidential part. Magic? Location? M-Mewberty? The hell is that?” “I’ll tell you once the contract is signed.”  The principal is once again being cryptic, making the underground hero roll his eyes with the animal’s antics while the young prince looks at the two adults in confusion. After reading the paper like an old man reading the newspaper, he signs the paper and returns it to the mouse-like principal.

“Thank you, how about we discuss the confidential part? Your highness, if you please?"  The young prince looked up as he paused his play time with the white cat. "Hmm? Oh…? OH! Right, right, right!" He lets go of the small animal as he slowly stands up and walks behind his guard. This confuses Aizawa, but he didn't anticipate a massive book that would put the UA library to shame. However, he notices that they slowly walk to the couch. Aizawa gradually took the tea and vase in case the book’s weight would break the fragile glass. The star cheek boy observed that the untidy man had moved the vase and teacup out of the path. The young prince placed the book on the clean-up table gradually with the assistance of his guard, thanking them when they carefully placed the book in the coffee table.  “What is this?” Aizawa examined the enormous book with a bewildered gaze and some admiration for its size. He didn't think he would be able to sleep for more than a year if this was about Mewni. “This is my family heirloom; The Magic Book of Spells.” The young prince answered Aizawa’s question. The unkempt man looked at the star cheek boy with a skeptical expression. He was waiting for a punchline to come up with what the prince called this book. Honestly, Aizawa wouldn’t blame anyone if they laughed at the book’s name, it sounds like one of a five-year-old girl's glittery abomination of a notebook. He looked at the principal with the same look wanting to know the answer. Thankfully, the anthropomorphic animal finally finished his drink and spoke. “The queen informed me that the answer to our query would be found here.” Aizawa looked down at the book with a solemn look. When he turns his head up, the young prince is seen knocking the book like a closed door.  “Glossaryck? Glossaryckkk, you can come out now.” Before Aizawa could question the principal about the kid’s mental stability, the enormous book suddenly and automatically flips half of its pages. As the book stops its frantic page flipping, a tiny blue man slowly ascends up.

“Did someone say Glossaryck? Cause that’s me! Sir Glossaryck! Of terms. At your service, m’lady.” The blue man known as Glossaryck introduced himself in front of the unkempt man. Said man only gaped in surprise as he looked at the book and to the blue man. “Ummm… Glossaryck, I'm over here.” Izuku calls out his magical instructor name, making the blue man float beside him. Aizawa heard the little man mutter about his long, feminine hair before he floated over to the young prince’s side.  “Fascinating…” The unkempt man looks at the principal who is vibrating in excitement, Aizawa can even see the animal’s tail wagging like a dog.  “This is Glossaryck my magic instructor, and the book is where he lives. He’s been in my family heirloom ever since my great-great-great-great-great- great grandmother; Skywynne Butterfly re-created the Magic Book of Spells. When it comes to Mewni, Glossaryck knows it like the back of his hands!” Izuku explains, gradually getting more passionate as he discusses his instructor's knowledge and background. “Did you say instructor—”  “Yes, yes thank you, Izuku. Now, what do we have here?” Glossaryck listlessly thanked the young prince while shortly patting his fluffy hair while cutting the shaggy man’s sentence. The small blue man began to fly around the small apartment with rudeness . However, before he got 10 feet away from the star cheek prince.  Glossaryck stopped his track as large but soft hands grabbed his foot and grabbed him back to the couch.  “This isn’t the time to snoop around Glossaryck, we need to explain our magic and why we are different from them." Izuku whispered while having a pleading expression making the blue tiny man sigh and averted his diamond pupil to the principal and teacher. "Please Glossaryck, I can't do this alone.” “Fine, but you owe me a pudding  after this, okay? And by the way, I'm not the only one who needs to explain anything to them.” The star freckled prince nodded up and down before sighing in relief. Both magical individuals return to their seat while the other just once again floats beside the prince. “Okay…” Glossaryck started to crack his hands and next his neck as if he was ready to enter a brawl. “Let’s get started.”

—

After knowing the truth of why Mewni is a closed off place, its history and the most disbelieving of all is the existence of Magic. Aizawa would like to know if everything was real or just virtual at this point. Magic wasn't a foreign concept to him, like the magic that you’ll see in kids parties or cheap tricks that students perform to show off. But real magic? As in real mystical enchanted fairytale-like power that isn't involved with quirks whatsoever.  This raises the bar for strangeness, this is a huge revelation that Aizawa unknowingly let himself get into, now he knows that the shield in the young prince’s hand had actual magic.   Not only that, he got a lot of questions about dimension traveling. Not only that other dimension exists, the teenager that he was supposed to look after was and is literally out of this world. Aizawa was now sure that aliens do exist as well.

“This is Musutafu mall up close, right? So big! I mean, I can see how large it is from the carriage, but I've never had a close-up view. Now we're entering it!” Aizawa looked at the prince in tired fascination.  They were now in the Kiyashi Ward shopping mall for the young prince's school supplies. Apparently, the star freckled prince forgot to buy his school essentials and some outfit making the shaggy hair teacher put on a last minute outfit. Good thing that the young prince knows how to dress up, well… not really. Actually, it took almost a half an hour to find an outfit that doesn't look elegant, expensive or anything that doesn't scream I'm royalty.  Luckily, Aizawa's closet was filled to the brim with unused cat sweaters that Hizashi gifted him on his eighteenth birthday. The sweater was mercifully not one of those itchy ones that would give rashes for days.

“How about we go look for notebooks in the school supplies store, your majesty.” Aizawa said, looking at the boy with his floating blue companion.  “O-Oh sure. But, I don't mind if you call me by my name; after all, I'll be a student at UA, so you don't have to address me as "your majesty" or "your highness.” The prince requested, Since Izuku wasn’t in Mewni he thought addressing him in a more casual manner might be a good idea for him to be accustomed to being called by his name. “Oh?” Aizawa pondered the star cheek prince’s request. If Aizawa was being completely honest, addressing the child with such a title was starting to get old. “Sure Izuku Butterfly, Now come on.” The unkempt man lightly pushes the young prince to the mall entrance, making him stumble a little but he regains his stance.

The police halted their stroll to examine their possessions. Aizawa didn't bring anything that would be classified as a lethal weapon, well except his capture scarf but other than that, the only things that were in his hand were phone, wallet and Nezu's credit card.  "I'm sorry young man, but you cannot bring that item in here."  The star cheek prince started to panic. He looked to Glossaryck and Aizawa for silent help. Naturally, Glossaryck was unhelpful. The blue man simply floated or, to be more accurate, swam around the cops, causing them to inquire about the quirk of the small man. Before Izuku starts to cry in panic. Aizawa, doing his job, walks in front of the prince covering him from the blue vest man as he shows his hero license. “He’s with me.” The guard looked at the card thoroughly and nodded in understanding. “I see, I’m sorry about that young man.” The police officer bowed at the prince in apology. “N-no! It’s fine! You're just doing your job.” Izuku beckons him up and smiles at the man. The police officer smiles in return.

They finally enter the Kiyashi’s School Supplies. A large number of parents, kids, and teenagers were perusing the store's aisles of essentials with their youngsters. In addition to all the people, the unkempt man can also hear a lot of yelling that makes him grimace. “How about we look for notebooks first?” Aizawa asked, he looked down at the prince who nodded with excitement.  Izuku never saw so many notebooks in his life. There’s different types of notebooks to All Might covers, small notebooks, and some plain looking ones. Although it appears little to him, this shop has the entire world's notebook. Even if Quest Buy had this many notebooks. No one would know where to get them since the mall resembled a maze rather than a marketplace.  “Glossaryck! Look! an All Might notebook! Isn’t cool!” Izuku pushed the aforementioned notebook into Glossaryck's face with an excited note in his voice and expression.  Glossaryck with his floating abilities avoids the approaching notebook with a bored expression. “Yes I know Izuku, can you please stop with the face shoving thing? Or I'll shove the Magic Book of Spells in your face.” While Aizawa examined the notebook that Izuku was holding, the young prince apologized while chuckling at Glossaryck's treat. “I didn’t know you’re such an All Might fan.” Aizawa commented, making the star cheek prince blush in embarrassment. The shaggy teacher never thought a boy from another dimension would know their top hero. “W-well… he’s very inspiring a-and he’s very strong.” Looking at the All Might notebook, Izuku's expression changes to one of seriousness. “I want to be like him. smiling at people, letting the people feel safe around him but not only him. I strive to have my great grandmother's leadership and abilities. I aspire to be like them…”  Aizawa looked at the prince’s expression, that determined expression. Aizawa hardly ever encounters kids who appear focused on anything other than being stronger or superior to others, as if those qualities alone were sufficient to characterize a hero.  “You want it?” He asked the young prince, but he wasn't prepared for the star-cheeky child to rush up quickly to his face. “REALLY?!” Izuku excitedly exclaimed, making some passerby look at their direction in confusion. Embarrassed by his action, the young prince faked a cough ignoring Glossaryck’s booming laughter at his back. He returned to his practiced manner. "I-i mean, no I'm okay. It's just a little notebook, I have plenty in my chest.” he reassures the unkempt man.  “Yeeeeaaaah, but those notebooks look like they might start decaying with just opening it once.” Glossaryck pointed out the flaw in Izuku’s old fashion notes. The prince looked at the floating menace in a pout and small annoyance.  “Well, you can buy that notebook, just that one.” Aizawa ignored Glossaryck’s small quip. Izuku’s face forms into confusion. “You can’t use that notebook in UA even though UA does not adhere to traditional school methods.”  “Why is that?” the young prince asks, tilling his head in confusion. “Because it’s a kid’s workbook.” “Oh.”

The young prince opened the aforementioned workbook and sure enough, it was filled with instructions on how to write as well as some illustrations. Izuku is now beet red the more he stares at the notebook, to make it appear as though it never happened, he carefully sets the notepad down and begins to look at another notebook. “Aww don’t you want that notebook?” Glossaryck asks, Izuku didn’t know if was joking or serious until he stared straight at him, which he didn't do for his benefit.  Aizawa glanced at the boy's flushed expression. It’s gonna take a while for the prince to get to know this world. They took a few hours to find some school supplies for the young prince and Aizawa is getting tired with the kid’s fanboy when it comes to All Might. He gets it, of course he did, the guy was powerful and charismatic in his own way but that doesn’t mean he had to know it every single time the prince saw the symbol of peace plastered in every school supplies he sees.  There’s also something that catches the underground hero’s eye, the prince's subconscious avoidance of the mutant quirks.

“Mister Aizawa, What's that?" Sound of the star cheek prince broke Aizawa's short recall and looked at the prince's pointed finger at the ice-cream shop.  “An ice-cream?” He looked at the teenager with a perplexed expression. “What’s an ice-cream?” Ah, right Mewnian. The pace of Mewni, or their development, is honestly something Aizawa didn't expect. Although it wasn't always a good idea to rely too heavily on one person, Mewni and earth are somewhat similar in that they both depend on the individual with the most strength.

“Do you want one?” He offered, to which the star-cheek prince reluctantly shook his head. “N…no… I'm okay.” “I would like one.” Glossaryck said. “Okay, your—I mean Butterfly, but are you sure?” Aizawa once again tried, Izuku glanced down at his feet as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world before looking back up at him with another nervous grimace. After sighing, Aizawa takes the young prince's hand, and moves toward the front of the ice cream store entrance.  “Mister Aizawa! No! I-i’m okay! You don’t have to do this!” “It’s fine. Look, we're almost there.”  They arrive at the ice cream shop fast. Fortunately, the young prince didn’t make a fuss while entering the place, which Aizawa appreciated. The ice cream shop features a cute outside with pink and blue stripes, as well as rows of various flavors of ice cream, from chocolate to mint. Aizawa doesn't typically consume sweets; however, Hizashi or Nemuri pressure him to frequent the sweetshop. That makes your teeth hurt just by looking at them. They were now in front of the cashier. The lady behind the cash register was a mutant one, she was a very tall, fox-like woman with a curved figure. She has blonde hair, pointed ears, along with green fur and a white furry underbelly. “Hello, welcome to Cosmo cream! How can I help you?” “I’ll have the vanilla one. How about you?”  "Pistachio ice cream." Glossaryck eagerly replied, laying atop the star-cheek prince's fluffy green hair in anticipation. The star freckled boy hid behind Aizawa's back while firmly holding his shield, acting like a five-year-old welcoming a visitor. Aizawa looked at the young prince’s eyes filled with dread and weariness inside them. Izuku glanced at the unkempt man in another silent voice for help, subconsciously gripping the leather handle of his shield tight, the tip of his fingers turning pale white. “One moment please, I'll be right back.” The tall woman nodded, having some experience with children scared or nervous around her. Aizawa once again pulled the prince’s wrist to the nearby table. “Here, pick any ice-cream you want.”Izuku received a menu from Aizawa, who looked at the boy's expression and encouraged him to choose anything the prince desired. Since Mewni still uses actual gold coins, it's a blessing when Nezu offers him some cash to put in his bank account. “Come on, it’s okay.”

“Ummm…how about this?” Izuku said, pointing his finger to the picture of a plain chocolate ice-cream. The untidy man nodded before approaching the cashier once more and conversing with her as she smiled in understanding. After a pause, the tiny blue man broke it by attempting to speak. “You know, you gotta stop hiding around humans. Not just human who look normal but the one who look like—” “Monsters? I–I know…” Izuku interrupted, of course he knew the difference between the two of them. Even so, he was grateful to his mother for her forewarning on the headmaster's appearance because meeting the UA principal was already frightening enough. He behaved normally around the principal, who had a little, adorable frame that made it simple to assume that he was a stuffed animal.  “I can see the difference, but it’s hard, you know? It's been a while since we last visited this world… and—and you know of just how paranoid my mother and grandmother are, the castle is all I know growing up. Besides, remember the last time I tried to get out of the castle without permission?” Glossaryck shudders in dread before swiftly resuming his casual demeanor. “True, but You still have to confront it, literally. You're on earth, not Mewni. Additionally, it's probably healthy for you. Being a good ruler requires you to venture outside of your comfort zone.”  Glossaryck's encouragement caused the young prince's depressed look to brighten. Izuku chuckled as he gently grasped the blue man's torso with both of his hands. “Thanks glossaryck…” Glossaryk extended his hand to the point where he was able to stroke the young prince's unruly green hair. “Yeah yeah, can you let go now?”

The disheveled man returned to the table and observed the prince's cheery demeanor as he sat down in front of them. “The staff is busy, so we might have to stay a while.” Aizawa said, before he could inquire as to what they are discussing. A sudden chime of ringtone startled the star cheek prince making his bounce a little,  subconsciously clutching the edge of his forest green shield.  When he realized it was merely a phone's ringtone, the young prince breathed in a sigh of relief. As for Aizawa, an aching head.  He glares in annoyance at the familiar phone number, the unkempt man gives the prince a fleeting apology glance. In order to find some peace and quiet and to get ready for an impending headache, Aizawa left the store. He tapped the green button and held the phone close enough to hear, but not too close.

"HOW'S OUR NUMBER ONE BABYSITTER DOING?! WHAT'S UP SHOUTA!" Present Mic shouted into the phone, forcing Aizawa to withdraw it away from his ear while curious onlookers stared at him. "Hello Hizashi." Aizawa nonchalantly replied. "What do you want?" "Don't be like that Shouta, I know how much you miss us." Even when Present Mic wasn't with him, Aizawa could sense that he's pouting over the line. "Anyways! How's the kid? We haven't heard anything from you since yesterday, and the principal is too busy to talk to us." Present Mic questioned, hungry for more information. "The kid's fine, why are you calling me?” "Don't bother him, Hizashi.Papa must give their child his full attention. Or they'll grow into brats." An alluring yet teasing feminine voice can be heard on the phone. “Hello Nemuri.” Aizawa blandly said, growing more tired the more they scream in his ear. “Are you doing well? Is parenthood too much to handle? Even for you?” Midnight tease not helping with Aizawa’s growing headache. The unkempt man sighs, rubbing his back of neck.  “I’m fine, can you guys please answer my question; why are you calling me?” Aizawa said in a somewhat serious tone but still bland. “Why are we calling? Because we want to know what the little listener’s look like! That’s why!” Present Mic Loudly exclaims, To prevent him from going deaf, Aizawa pulled the phone away from his ear once more.   Oh right, How could he forget… Aizawa of course forgot to tell his colleague but then again, why would he tell them? If he tells them, the only thing that will happen is that he will get a migraine and meddlesome coworkers. The only thing that is intended to be kept hidden under the terms of the contract is the nation's location, which was never mentioned in the contract together with the prince's identity and powers. Despite the fact that Aizawa has some good faith toward his other coworkers, the emphasis is on others.

“No.”  “Booo, don’t be such a grump! Grumpizawa! C’mon on! Please! It's boring here! Too much paperworks! please tell us! Anything! Please! I’m bored! Cementoss your with me right?'' The cockatiel hair man loudly whined. Present Mic continues to whine as another voice calls out the Unkempt man's name. "Hello Aizawa, I hope the kid's not bothering you much." A familiar graveling voice said. Aizawa pondered as to which kid that Cementoss he was referring to, but to his guess it wasn't the prince. His theory confirms when Present Mic let out an indignant ‘hey’ from the phone. "I too wanna know about what the principal assigned to you.” Another voice but this time it’s lighter and more bubbly said over the phone. Aizawa sighs in tiredness as he scrunch his finger between eyes.

“Look, I know you guys are curious but please don’t do this to me. I don’t have time for—” his sentence cut off when he heard a loud scream from the shop he just left.

“What was that?! was it a—” He abruptly hangs up the call as he dash inside the ice cream shop searching for the source of the loud holler.  Aizawa's quick search came to an end when he noticed the young prince using the forest green shield to protect himself as he pointed the red gem at the tall mutant woman he spoke to at the register while holding a two glasses of ice cream. Izuku's hand was being pulled down by Glossaryck in protest. Aizawa quickly walked to the prince and covered him from the tall fox-like woman. He was aware that Mewmans and Monsters recently signed a peace pact and that they still distrust or despise one another, but he was unaware that the animosity was this extreme. He looked at the boy’s eyes filled with terror and panic. The unkempt man couldn’t help but patted the star cheek boy's fluffy green hair in reassurance. As the sole adult guardian that Izuku has, Aizawa followed standard adult behavior. “I’m sorry about my kid’s behavior.” Aizawa bowed at the woman in a gesture of apology.  “I humbly apologize for not knowing about his hostility towards you but please hear me when I say he didn't mean to do it. When it comes to mutant quirks, he had a difficult time. The fear he felt for you wasn't intentional...” This wasn’t a lie per se and it’s not far from the truth but this is the only solution that Aizawa had come up with at the moment.  Izuku sneaks a peep at the untidy man's back while concealing and continues to look at the mutant woman. The tall woman's grave expression suggested that she already understood the cause, and began causing the young prince to feel guilty eating his heart.  “It’s alright, I've dealt with kids before.” The mutant lady assure with a strained smile to which Aizawa and Izuku notice. The woman gave the untidy man a bow before setting the ordered ice cream on the vacant table and walking away. The young prince's increasing shame got increasingly stronger as he watched the woman leave. He carefully avoided hitting the ice creams as he leaned down to the table with his face covered to conceal his embarrassment and remorse. Turning around, Aizawa heard faint sniffles coming from the Mewman ball. He looked at the sniffling boy with sympathy. “Hey…” He began, attempting to strike a small conversation.  “I’m s-sorry… I didn't… I didn't mean to…” Izuku cried, he uselessly tried to remove the tears dripping down his face. “I… I j-just…” “I know…” Aizawa sighs as he sits down next to the sweeping prince. “You should not apologize to me for your actions, but you also shouldn't blame yourself… Look, you just arrived here and no one is forcing you to get along with anyone right away.” “But…” “Your majes— i mean Butterfly, stop blaming yourself…this…this is just a first step.” Izuku turned to face the man in question. The young prince was still sobbing but now the tears were coming down more slowly.  “Step?” He asked. “In fact, let's call them baby steps. Even though things don't work out as well as intended, it's still a start.” The young prince's tears began to dry and he gazed up at the stranger in intrigue.  “And the next step is to try to get some sleep in your new room.” He took the ice-cream and placed the chocolate one to the young prince empty hand. Glossaryck, on the other hand, had already grabbed his ice cream and was beginning to gobble it up in one bite. “Eat or it will melt into your hands.” Aizawa lightly warned, Izuku nodded looking at the brown ice-cream in wonderment.  He obviously ate some of the dishes of this world prior to his favorite dish, katsudon, but this is his first time tasting ice cream. The little prince's stunned eyes expanded as he took a lick. Never before has he tasted something that was both icy and sweet at the same time. “Come on, let's go.” Izuku and Glossaryck follow Aizawa as he gets up, picks up the already-purchased school materials, and leaves the ice cream. At around 4:00 pm, they left the mall. Aizawa never anticipated they would linger for so long in crowded places, but allowing the young prince to explore the area is certainly another step. Izuku looked around the mall for the final time. He watched how the people treated each other, talking, kid’s playing at the arcade and genuinely having fun.  “Hey! wait up you Hinata!” Izuku turns to his left and notices a child with blonde hair and another who resembles a reptile. The young prince instinctively feared for the blonde child's safety as the kid who looked like a lizard pursued him. But, before Izuku steps in, Aizawa stops his advancement by using his arm to block him. “Look.” Aizawa said, Despite his confusion, Izuku followed the untidy man's instructions.  As he saw the two children, the blonde child's eyes were full of delight and vitality rather than fear or despair. This greatly shook the young prince, growing up inside of the castle he could constantly hear some guard gossiping about how horrifying the monsters are or maids murmuring to each other about how heartless the monsters were. The green-haired prince was left wondering whether or not the rumors were true or not. He continued watching the children play, listening to the sound of laughter. But, the kid’s laughter ended when they heard someone shouting. “Hinata! Yuuto!”  from the corner of his eye there’s two women who greatly resemble the playful kids calling out to them. The two children started to sprint toward their respectful mothers in fits of laughing as they gushed about their toys and how much fun their day had been. With their story, their mothers chuckled, and Izuku did too. Maybe one day, Monsters and Mewmans might be able to live together someday. Izuku turned his attention to his half-finished ice cream. Izuku continued to stare at his melted ice cream for a few more seconds, failing to realize that the untidy man had started to walk away. It took him a few moments to realize that he was alone and, fortunately, not too far away from Aizawa to become lost amid all the hustling feet.  The young prince began to catch up to the unkempt man’s speed. There was silence between the three of them as they left the mall, it wasn’t uncomfortable nor irritating, which Izuku was thankful for. The orange hue light bounce covered the once bright blue sky. Some birds chirped and some flew away, everything was peaceful, harmonic even.

“Hey… Mister Aizawa.”  “Hmmm?” “Thank you for bringing me here…” Aizawa once again hummed. “No problem kid.” he replied. “Hey, what’s for dinner?” Glossaryck bluntly asked.

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The trio intended to return to the apartment building without any disturbance after leaving the bustling mall, but they weren't expecting vans of journalists, reporters, and cameraman standing as well as blocking the front building, interviewing adults and children alike. “WHAT’S THE WHITE CARRIAGE LOOK UP CLOSE?!”“DID YOU SEE ANYONE INSIDE?!” Shouts and yelling can be heard in the back, as the front journalist asks the people questions in disturbingly loud voices, as some are attempting not to scare the children which unsurprisingly failed. While some of them responded to the questions, doing their best to describe what they saw and presenting photos of the carriage, the rest were alarmed by the reporter's rigorous interrogation. As he observed the mayhem, Aizawa's eyebags had increased ten times than before. He was expecting a calm return, sushi meowing for food or cuddles, not an increasing headache. Now he needs to find another means to enter his floor without the media spotting them, or else they would aggressively interview him or his charge, who is the media's answer to the infamous white carriage, which will not happen on his watch. For god sake, the kid already had a heart attack in the mall and Aizawa doesn't need to see that again. Before Izuku can inquire what's going on, the scruffy man wraps his capture scarf around the star-cheek prince's mouth, hands, and waist, keeping him from speaking and turning the media's attention to them. The underground hero walks around the apartment building with the teenager, their shopping bags in his arms. He moves with expert stealth in the backside of the building, avoiding any prying eyes or cameras. Aizawa's apartment is on the third level, which, despite being high, helps him when he's getting ready to go for his late-night underground hero work before launching through the air, landing on another rooftop in complete silence and going unobserved. The unkempt man and the young tied-up prince, along with his floating companion, stopped their tracks, looking up at the building as Aizawa’s eyes spotted his apartment balcony. The underground hero manipulates the carbon fiber scarf around his neck as he quickly tosses it through the air with the other end of his capture scarf. As the material touches the metal railing, Aizawa rapidly controls his scarf as it clings to it, gripping and tugging it to ensure that its holding, especially the balcony, are sturdy enough to support additional weight. “Get ready.” Before Izuku could comprehend what Aizawa had said, an unexpected blast of wind caught the star-cheek prince off guard. The underground hero leaps into the air in a practiced motion, his other end of his capture weapon carrying the young green hair prince, because he was unprepared for the high jump, Izuku began to panic simultaneously, his thoughts began to reminisce over his past as it flashed before his eyes. Aizawa swiftly landed on his balcony in relatively ease, he unbound the star-cheek prince from his capture scaft gently on the floor while the unkempt man placed the shopping bags on the table as he turn around about to enter his apartment floor, the unkempt man realized what the boy’s state was. "You okay, Butterfly?" He asked the prince. maybe he should have said more than simply a quick warning. The unkempt man awkwardly touched the star-cheek youngster's shoulder as the stated boy shook his head and peered back at Aizawa with a chilly sweat, still terrified by the quick lift as he whispered shakingly. “A-Am i dead…?” “Sadly, No.” — After settling down to his new room, Izuku tried to get some little rest after the incident that occurred more than two hours earlier. Despite his desire to sleep, the encounter kept his mind engaged. He couldn't do anything since his heart kept stabbing himself as a type of punishment as he recalled how the mutant lady's strain smiled and the way she seemed so pained by his action. Being born and raised in Mewni had its ups and downs. Being pampered in the butterfly castle with delicious foods, wearing luxurious clothes, away from any conflict may sound amazing but being unaware to the people who aren’t lucky, makes the young prince feel left out. Not because he wanted to be like them, it’s more like he didn’t feel how the masses felt in everyday life. Izuku looked around his new room, if he was being honest, the room is small compared to his much larger bed room at the butterfly castle. The room was filled to the brim with hero merchandise, from action figures to limited-edition T-shirts. Boxes of his items, a large travel suitcase full of his fancy royalty attire that he’ll probably never wear again, and All Might merchandise left on the desk still untouched or display it properly. To make it short, the room was smaller than the castle’s garden shed. His stuff is mostly still inside his box and chest. He takes out his new outfits that he brought along with the school supplies on the bed. His usual dress is generally rich and regal, which serves to balance out his basic appearance. Furthermore, the manner he wears denotes his status as a prince of Mewni. Izuku Butterfly, on the other hand, had no sense of fashion. The star-cheek teenager was so bad at dressing up that he let maids or butlers choose the outfits for him, which he appreciates because it kept him from seeming like a jester instead of the literal prince that he is. He took out his new clothing, which are basically t-shirts with the precise word "t-shirt" inscribed as if it weren't evident that it's a t-shirt. Nonetheless, he was pleased that this was his first time purchasing something on his own, even though it wasn't with his own money. As he wore the outfit he couldn’t help but feel in bliss, the fabric was softer along with more comfort than his usual attire back in his closet. He sighs in relief and lays on his new but small bed. “this felt amazing…” The star-freckled prince stretched his arms out followed by spreading them on his bed. The green-haired boy was blissed out by the small bed and inexpensive clothes; nonetheless, the incident kept him on edge. Even on a nice mattress, his reminder makes the star-freckled boy anxious. He couldn't help but groan in disappointment. "What felt amazing, Izuku?" Just beside the window, holding a cup of pudding, Glossaryck inquired as he ate his sacred food. “There’s nothing but piles of garbage around here.” "I meant this shirt; I've never had this kind of clothes before. Most of my outfits are so tight or have too many layers." Izuku lightly complains; in his defense, most of his outfits have the most intricate details, just like his mother's and grandmother’s clothes. Which means less mobility and a more regal look. Izuku lays back on his stomach and buries his face in his sheets. His thoughts wander back to what happened at the mall earlier, moreover the guilt that now hangs around his body keeps calling attention to his wrongdoing. “Izuku, stop it.” The tiny blue man said, as the green-haired boy raises his head at his floating companion in confusion, Izuku sometimes forgets how perceptive Glossaryck is if he wanted to. “It's your first day staying with someone other than your mom in a different dimension; no one expects you to be okay all of a sudden in just one day. You're being negative; listen to that sleepy zombieman; baby steps, okay?” The star-freckled boy nods in agreement with Glossaryck's statement. Of course he does; after all, he didn’t come all this way for nothing. “Yeah… but it’s still-” "Yes, yes, you feel guilty; you felt bad for that woman because you do..." Glossaryck sighs as he closes his cup of pudding, not feeling hungry with Izuku’s remorseful guilty expression. “Look, kid, just let it go; one minor error won't keep you in a chokehold; just see it as a learning experience, your first lesson in this place.” The star freckled prince continues looking at his blue floating friend’s way, as he slowly sits up and smiles warmly, feeling a bit better by glossaryck’s words. “yeah, thanks glossaryck…” Glossaryck reciprocates Izuku's smile. The blue, little figure recognizes Izuku as a bright young man. Glossaryck noted the star-freckled child working hard in the library to learn every subject in Mewni alongside additional areas of history and mathematics from different dimensions. Ever since the boy was just a small toddler, the guardian of the magical book of spells had suspected that the young prince's future would be different from his ancestry. But there are just a few lessons he can learn while imprisoned inside the butterfly castle. The smile doesn’t last for long as the tiny man returns back to his beloved pudding, literally jumping inside. Izuku chuckled softly at Glossaryck’s weird antics as he turned his head somewhere else. The star-freckled prince is looking around his room. The room is a mess, with boxes upon boxes of things that he packed. He guesses that he’ll sort his room in his free time because, right now, free time is still occupied by his guilty mind, but it’s tamed. Wandering emerald green eyes meet his reflection, his interdimensional mirror. The magical mirror has been sitting beside his desk, still not fully hanging on a wall. He has watched hero-related content through the mirror ever since he was a 5-year-old, taking notes including analyzing the world’s quirks has been a staple of his life; Even aiding him in self-defense training with the royal guards as his mother encourages that he defend himself should the time arrives, and oh boy, time doesn't know how to take a break and relax for a while. It hadn't even been a day since he moved into one of the UA faculty members' apartments; it had only been a little more than 5 hours, yet he couldn't help but feel homesick. This will be his longest stay with a man who isn't from the star-cheek prince's homeworld and has only a cursory understanding of the prince's kingdom. The green-haired boy rose gently, walked slowly towards the mirror. He came to a halt in front of his mirror, his own reflection staring back at him, both corresponding the same demeanor and facial expression, nevertheless the star-cheek prince ignored his reflection as he hung it in the wall, adjusting and readjusting to ensure it was a good place for a mirror to hang. The magical mirror is now well adjusted to his wall, as he looks back again at himself in the mirror while he mulls over what he should do next to distract himself. The sun's light cracks its way through his window blinds, bouncing its light off the red ruby crystal, causing the star-freckled prince to turn his head slowly to his shield, sitting on his bed, as the red ruby crystal continues to bask in the sun's light, turning the room into a beautiful shade of red. Emerald green eyes met an equally extravagant-looking shield, the shield that has been bestowed upon him to be the next ruler, a huge responsibility that may scare him at worst but fuel his determination at best. He turns his body around, facing the shield, cautiously and tenderly reaches for the family heirloom in his arms. Izuku attaches his elegant yet mystical shield to his left arm, which fits his arm size and handle flawlessly. “Mirror Mirror on the wall, Call mom…” The mirror responds to his request as the once his own reflection is now calling his mother through the glass. After a few milliseconds of waiting, his mother’s appearance finally appears on his interdimensional mirror. She appears to be preoccupied with the kingdom's financial or other complicated paperwork, yet she appears to have a joyful look when she sees her child. “Izuku! I’m so glad you call me honey!” The queen excitedly cheered, stopping her responsibility for a while as she turned her attention to her sweet baby boy. Izuku himself smiled at his mother’s enthusiasm, waving at her with his unoccupied right hand, feeling the same happiness as his mother. The green-haired youngster has always been grateful to his mother for spending time with him since he was a small child. She is usually busy and stressed out about the butterfly kingdom in addition to the monster conflict, even now. Even with the assistance of the former queen Celena, the current queen suffers hardship and strife. At the age of seven, he always thought he was a burden to his mother because of the frantic nature of running a kingdom, but he never saw his mother exhausted with playing with him, nor any facial structure that indicated she was tired of seeing him. “I see you did some shopping honey.” As his mother pointed to his plain new T-Shirt, the queen chuckled in amusement at the words of the clothes, making Izuku flushed in embarrassment. Izuku along with his mom as they start talking about Inko’s busy schedules and duties at her stated it’s managing quite well, questioning if the star freckled’s grandmother is doing fine, to which she replied that the former queen herself has been busy at some part of the paperwork in her room, still shy as ever to talk to anyone other than Inko and Izuku. The discussion was mediated, and the residual guilt has been gnawing at his mind. His anxiety relaxed as his mother's voice talked mindlessly about her daily duties, schedules, and paperwork, almost entirely ignoring the little voice in his ear that ever doubted him. "Is there a problem, sweetie? You seem to be distracted with something else—did something horrible happen?" The queen's gentle yet concerned voice brings the young prince's current activity to a halt; his right hand stops fiddling on his red ruby crystal on his shield as his mind contemplates how he could tell her about the incident in the shopping mall and an innocent civilian nearly caused him to harm her without the intervention of Glossaryck or Mister Aizawa. How can he tell her? If he told her what happened he’ll probably be disappointed to have a son and the heir to the throne to be so cowardly? To be so afraid of anything that resembles the monsters? Is a small mistake really that insignificant to be worrying about? His gaze is now facing the other way, feeling the weight of guilt suddenly and abruptly jump back on his mind again. His wandering gaze was drawn to a particular doll, one that his mother had handcrafted for his fifth birthday. He has always admired his great-great-grandmother, Skywynne, a strong, outstanding leader and powerful woman, both literally and figuratively. Then his eyes travel upward to a poster of the shining hero from a world that he’s not part of: All Might, a beacon of light to the earth dimension, an embodiment of justice and peace itself in one package bulging muscles that is the symbol of peace himself, smiling at the star-fringed prince as a text below with the words; ‘go beyond, plus ultra.’ If he wanted to be like them, he could at least be honest to his mother. The moment of stillness allowed the young prince to take a deep breath, trying to resolve his problem head-on, and express his emotions to the queen herself, his mother, about what had been plaguing his mind. “Mom… i…” The words clogged his lungs, his voice refusing to disclose his previous incident, as if guilt was forcing itself to keep him from feeling free even for a moment. He was aware that he appeared distressed; his mother's growing concern was a dead giveaway. He didn't want his own mother to be concerned about him as he took another big breath—this time a massive deep inhale that made his heartbeat thump rapidly. “Mom… did you ever have any problem whenever you come here…? In… in this dimension?”Izuku inquires, his curiosity concealed by his anxious tone. He knows he diverted the topic to his mother instead; he wanted to know whether his mother ever had troubles like this; he wanted to know if he's the first royalty to experience such a tiny inconvenience that causes him so much shame. “What kind of problem sweetie?” Inko asks in a concerned but perplexed tone, gradually grasping what he's been thinking about, but she can't fully respond without any clear or specific difficulty that he's confronting on his own. “Like um… when people in this world look different, like… a monster?” As the words finally came out, he couldn’t help but continue rabbling his thoughts on his mind or mumble it out panickily. "Of course, they're not similar to our situation, mom; I know there are differences, but it's just the way they appear in this world that makes me feel scared as well as panicked, but my mind couldn't help but think they're the same species; I know that not all monsters have the same power as this world's mutant quirks, but some..." As he begins to overcomplicate the issue too much, a mumble storm has taken over his tongue, speaking out his predicament but leading his mother to not understand any of his words whenever he attempts to express his emotion through words. His right palm fell on top of his forest green shield's golden edge, his fingers turning white as he awaited the dreaded word that may destroy or rebuild him. Whatever his mother says, he'll take it as another learning experience, even if it lowers his already low self-esteem. However, Instead of words, his mother's first response was a chuckle, which caused him to stop muttering word vomit in front of the mirror. The queen stared at her son with fondness in her eyes, causing the star-freckled prince to loosen his grip on his forest green shield's edge, permitting his once rigid body to relax, and allowing his mother to speak. “Of course honey, the first time I've ever stepped on the earth dimension when I was 8, me and your grandparents would constantly hide in the center of the royal bodyguard's. At first I didn't understand why we’re surrounded until I saw a mutant human with a rose for a head! Little me started crying, throwing my stuffed toy and even my shoe at the innocent man! It was embarrassing, honey…” The queen continued to chuckle, finding her previous moments of shame when she was a little girl amusing, together with her own son did as well. “Did you really throw your shoes at the person mom?” “Yes I did! I didn’t stop crying until we’re back at the castle.” This prompts the young anxious prince to burst out laughing; an echo of laughter can be heard around the small bedroom; a grin on the star-freckled prince's face. Inko looks fondly at her son via the magical mirror. It's safe to say that Izuku's concerns were alleviated by his mother's story of visiting the earth dimension. The two royalties continue to chat, as the conversation between mother and son lasted 30 minutes, with Izuku finally admitting to his mother why he’s feeling down, to which the queen understood her son’s predicament since both shared their encounters with human mutant quirks, and in how they dealt with it. Inko agreed with Izuku's caretaker's word since it gave her son a means to conquer his phobia of mutant people if he ever has any heteromorphic classmates at UA. The two green-haired royalty bid each other farewell, promising to call her again if he wanted to chat with his mother. The once-present image of his mother on the mirror is now back in his reflection, and he notices his face seems to be content, finally free from the burden of guilt, all thanks to the conversation with his mom alongside the advice that the tiny blue floating weird man gave. Speaking of the tiny blue man, Izuku chuckled softly at Glossaryck’s weird antics as he saw the tiny man on the shelf, putting on swimming goggles as he jumped into the air followed by diving into the cup of pudding as the said pudding miraculously didn't splatter on his bed. The star freckled prince heard a soft knock coming at his closed door. “Butterfly?” a familiar muffled voice heard outside of the star freckles-prince's room. “dinner is ready.” Izuku opened the door after hearing the word and was startled when he noticed the scruffy man cradling white feline animal in his arm as the cat meowed at Izuku’s appearance, both blocking the star-cheek prince’s doorway. The unkempt man looked at the young prince's perked-up expression; he mentally made a note to seek out Glossaryck regarding their world, which had earlier led the child to undergo an episode of anxiety. Aizawa, who has a solid awareness of Mewni's past, but he isn’t that aware of a conflict between Izuku Butterfly's kingdom and some creatures that resemble mutant quirks. Of course, he's not referring to earth mutants, but to something the unkempt man didn't comprehend, but his thoughts had faded immediately after hearing the star-cheek prince's stomach groan. “You and me both.” Aizawa muttered not so quietly as Izuku flushed, embarrassed by his body’s complaint. — “Good morning Musutafu, We’re your hosts, Hana Suzuki and Miyagi Daikaku.” The female voice of the news anchor can be heard throughout the famed hero's tranquil yet hollow living room, while another activity in the other room, a sizzling as well as chopping noise, can be heard in the kitchen. “reporting another sighting of the infamous 'white carriage' that appeared seemingly out of nowhere yesterday. Our reporter, Miss Rin Takahashi, is now reporting live from the first sighting of the carriage, UA High.” A boy walks past the noisy kitchen and silently takes a seat to watch the news program with cold yet fascinated eyes. “Shoto?” Hearing his name, the teenage boy turned around. He recognized the woman who was staring back at him with tender affection and identical ash grey eyes looking back at him. She had pearl white hair, just like his split, equally colored hair, but unlike his neatly split white and red hair, hers was flecked with a few recognizable pieces of a crimson-like color. “Can you get the plate shoto?” She asked softly, holding their breakfast in her hands. Shoto nodded, he stood up, walking towards the kitchen, passing his sister’s way. Opening the cabinet and the drawer, searching their utensils and plates. His ears are still preoccupied with the news. “Still with that mysterious carriage huh?” While the teenager with the split hair kept searching the cabinets for two plates and mugs, he heard her voice. “Yeah, people seem to find it fascinating.” he replied with a monotone voice as he returned back to the living room, giving the utensils to Fuyumi as she murmured 'thank you' to him. They both set the table, As they eat their breakfast quietly while the morning news anchor fills up the only noise inside the cold yet lived house. The UA high is full with reporters and journalists as they interrogate UA staff about the white carriage, moreover speculation about a prince enrolling, as seen on television. The image of the carriage and a young boy wearing a golden headpiece stepping out of the vehicle is seen on the TV screen, albeit it is quite hazy as a consequently difficult to make out. The reporter pointed out that UA High’s principal is known for being secretive and cryptic, so even surrounding the massive establishment didn’t perturb the principal for coming out of the gate, making a public appearance to make an announcement, or revealing why there’s an unnamed royal visiting such a hero-oriented school. The news anchor also shed a light to the internet’s theories of what royal heritage or which country did the infamous white carriage come from. None of them are in vain; none of the carriages resemble any royal carriage from to some degree to monarchy in any country. While some believe it is a ploy by the other hero school from the west, known as the closest institution that can compete with the top academy hero school, it was swiftly dismissed by the media considering all of the Hero institutions are preoccupied preparing for the impending entrance exam. The program shows another image, but this time it is better quality of the image; the carriage is depicted in full detail; nevertheless, the location is different; instead of the elite high school, the carriage is parked outside of some apartment complex. This perks up the young lady and teenager’s attention, stopping their peaceful yet solemn breakfast. A prince enrolling in a program for aspiring heroes? That's unheard of, but it inspired Fuyumi to think of a conversation that will add a little life to their unforgiving home. “Hey Shoto, do you think that a prince is going to UA high just like you? wouldn’t that be cool? having a royalty talk to you?” The half white half red teenage boy looks at Fuyumi as her expressions are jovial yet with a small aspirant, as she tries to have a small conversation with him. He returned to his food and answered in a monotonous voice, "I guess so." The young woman is heartbroken by this, but she keeps talking to the half-and-half teen in an attempt to get him to open up a bit or display any other emotion other than the blank expression he always wears. “Hey, if you're lucky enough, you can be friends with him, how's that sound Shoto?” She spoke in a falsely cheery tone, Shoto gave her a disinterested glance before turning back to the TV. The news reporter switched to a different subject. As the program changes the scene is now on the Mt. Lady and Kamui Wood, two up-and-coming star heroes. “Hey don’t y-” “It’s just speculation sis.” He cuts her off, still facing the television, his plate is empty of its content. The woman took a small breath as she looked at the half-and-half teenager, as she spoke again. “But there's evidence Shoto, and if-” “Thanks for the food, sis. I'm going to train in the dojo. He already put me into recommendation, and all I can do left is not use his power.” The split-haired teenager stands up, walking past her towards the hallway of the cold distant home. The young, snow-white-haired woman is left to sit alone in the vast living room, her expression unknown as the TV blares throughout the quiet room while she holds her plate firmly. She always wondered if things were different, maybe there won’t be a big of a gap in the household… — While the sound of childlike laughter reverberates across the playground, some children climb around the jungle gym, chasing each other in the name of tag, little girls play with their toys, creating make-believe food. Above the square jungle gym, sitting on top as if it was a throne, small hands gripping tight on the metal, a mop of blonde spiky hair, eyes are sharp and bright red in color as it glare down at the other children. Children gaze up at the jungle gym, both adoring and nervous as the spiky blonde hair smirks with satisfaction. He knew this is where he should be, at the top, looking down at extras below him. The child's rooming gaze soon settled on a tree, where a bushy, dark-green boy sat in the shade. The child's eyes squinted as he noticed the green-haired boy clutching a cardboard toy alarm clock wand. The green haired boy quietly plays on his own, a makeshift wand on his hand and a small notebook on the grass floor. The spiky-haired boy couldn't help but think he was pathetic. He couldn't figure out why; it could be the boy's manner or his appearance. The ruby-eyed boy sensed something was odd with the boy under the tree's shade. Why won’t that boy look at him? He’s above everyone, and everyone is staring back at him, so why is he not looking at him? Why won’t he turn around and acknowledge Bakugo? “HEY YOU! YOU WITH AN UGLY HAIR! TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT ME!” exclaimed the blonde child, his small fists sparking with a faint smoke. The green hair boy’s activity halts, cardboard wand slowly backs down, the spiky hair child continues staring at the far away boy, fist clenched as a small sound of pop vibrates on the metal bar, ruby red eyes narrowed at the bushy green hair. As the boy slowly turned around, a familiar scream jolted the spiky haired boy. “KATSUKI! WAKE UP!” A thunderous thump echoes across the room, followed by groaning. "KATSUKI! WAKE UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL DRAG YOU OUT TO YOUR SCHOOL IN YOUR PAJAMAS MYSELF!" A loud female voice is heard outside the door; the voice is muffled slightly, but the woman's words are clear as day. “I HEARD THAT YOU OLD HAG!” An equally loud voice answers back. “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU BRAT?!” The door burst open as another set of angry red eyes stared right back. The woman stomps towards the blonde teenager, before he could utter a word, his left ear was being pinched hard by the older blonde as he yelled in pain. Despite being in her late thirties, the woman, who has spiky ash-blonde hair and crimson eyes similar to her son, maintains a young appearance thanks to her quirk. She's dressed in a white blouse, a purple cardigan, and a short black skirt. This started an unusual morning routine for the mother and son, as they proceeded to struggle on the floor while yelling and cursing colorful words at each other. “YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! HOW DARE YOU FUCKING CURSE AT YOUR OWN GODDAMN MOTHER!”“OLD HAG! GET YOUR OLD ASS OFF OF ME!”“HOW DARE YOU!? THIS OLD ASS GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”“I AIN’T A SHIT! YOU ANCIENT FUCKIN WOMAN!” The two blondes continue to attack each other, filled with wrath but also fondness, but neither of them is likely going to be honest with each other; instead, they demonstrate it via their actions rather than their words. Their ruckus was not unheard; beneath the floor, the sound of frying and sizzling can be heard in the kitchen. The aroma of pancakes, sunny side up eggs, and coffee floated around the room. A man with short brown hair, a short mustache, rectangular spectacles, in the same manner as his kid and wife. As he cranks up the music on his radio, the man cracks another egg, making a sizzling noise and adding a more pleasant fragrance to the kitchen. “They’re sure are early…” A few minutes later, the older blonde walks downstairs, her wild ash blonde hair slightly tousled, as she brushes it into a more laid-back style, as laid-back as spiky hair can be given their morning antics. "Is Katsuki up yet?" The brown haired man inquires, turning off the burner and placing their food on the table while he purrs two cups of coffee for himself as well for his wife. The female blonde mumbles a small thank you, sipping the morning caffeine as she hums in appreciation. "Yeah, he's in the bathroom right now," she remarked as she nibbled into the egg. They began eating while discussing their occupations as fashion designers, offering each other thoughts and preferences, alongside discussing their son's future, something they are both proud of but grow anxious about. "Mitsuki, you know that Katsuki is a proud kid. Too proud…” he said with a worried tone, blowing his hot coffee to lessen the liquid’s heat. Masaru Bakugo was a pacifist; he wasn’t loud or violent like his wife and son; he was a gentle husband who preferred to be the peacekeeper of the wild household. Masaru's increasing worry over his son's behavior was not uncommon inside the family or even beyond their house. After watching his son grow up, he began to notice that nothing had changed. "I know I've been too lenient with Katsuki, but how long do we have to let him stay like this? Mitsuki, you know I love your and our son’s bombastic temper, but don’t you think it’s a little too much?" This prompts the blonde woman to purse her lips in complicity. Mitsuki is known for being an aggressive woman with a quick temper, which she regrettably passes onto their child. Unlike the younger blonde, Mitsuki understands where to direct her aggressive behavior. She is generally quite calm, courteous, and respectful towards everyone else. She couldn't blame her husband; she, too, is concerned about her son's temper. "Even if we do something, none of it will get into his thick skull.” Her responses put his worried question into silence; of course they know how stubborn their son really is, to the point that the younger blonde learned how to ignore, in his child's opinion, a tiny problem by the age of 4. Masaru can't lie that he admires that part of his son, but he can't tell the truth that it bothers him. This is not to say that the Masaru Makugo couldn't speak up for himself; he can do so when necessary, and his concern for his child's future is not as understated as some may believe. "Let's just pray that he'll learn it on his own. The brat is going to UA; maybe this time the teachers won't be so lenient towards him because, god forbid, our son is going to be a menace rather than a hero." This causes the older man to chuckle softly in humor at his wife's words. As the two adults continue chatting, the feisty young blonde himself finally steps down the stairs and enters the kitchen to join his parents' conversation, now their topics about their new fashion design, both giving each other constructive criticism and their opinions. After taking a seat and his portion of his meal, the breakfast between the abrasive family is filled with soft chatter and a tranquility that no one knows nor seen outside of their home. Morning announcements gradually transition from the soothing tones of morning radio tunes. “Fantastic music from an ever-growing and slowly rising music band, No Scrubs! Ru-kun knows to tease his fans to their feet! Speaking of teasing, the ever-popular and ever-mysterious White Carriage has been spotted once again!” The energetic voice along with the crunchy sounds from the old, nevertheless still functional radio exclaimed the news of the day with the same gusto that a dog has for a stroll. The radio announcer provided another piece of information about where the iconic carriage was seen and called witnesses as they relayed information about it. In addition to the carriage, they add to the enigma by revealing that a prince has been observed inside the carriage directly in front of the top hero school academy, UA High. When the bakugo matriarch heard the news, the older blonde became intrigued. Mitsuki is fascinated by the rumors; ever since the white carriage made headlines, the older blonde's curiosity has grown. It's a novel topic that she appreciates after becoming bored with the usual hero-related topics. "What's so good about some damn piece of metal?" Katsuki mumbled, shoving another mouthful into his lips violently. Katsuki didn't see the hype over some medieval wagon that his imagination had creatively dubbed; the Shitty Metal or some spoiled brat going to UA same as him. And, unlike his mother, he didn't find the information useful or fascinating in any way. The remark prompts his mother to roll her eyes, scoffing at her son's statements. "You're just mad that there's no hero topic yet, huh?" She replied dismissively yet humorous, playfully making fun at her son's curiosity, which the younger blonde resisted by yelling back and forth with his mother, which she graciously and loudly repaid. The Bakugo patriarch gazed fondly at the sight and took another sip of his warm coffee, emitting a quiet sigh of contemplation. If he could go back in time and tell his high school self about his future soon-to-be wife and son being untamed, loud, and explosive, he'd be sweating bullets in both perplexity and dread, yet here he is. It may be chaotic or dangerous in some ways, but he adores his family unconditionally. — "I'm heading out." Katsuki gruffly said, holding his bag on his shoulder like a delinquent gangster in which his mother disapproved of the scene in front of her. "Hold on." Mitsuki walks towards his son, yanking his collar, to which the younger blonde yelps in surprise, grabbing his mother's other hand and giving her a stern yet reluctant gaze. “What the hell are you doing?!” he yelled. “Fixing your goddamn uniform! That’s what!” The female blonde shouted back as she kept buttoning Katsuki's school uniform. Katsuki unsuccessfully attempted to shrug his mother off of his collar. The younger blonde quickly gave up and submitted to his mother's deft handling, which slightly bruised his pride but he knew better than to take it personally. After a few minutes of two blondes squabbling over a single unbuttoned uniform, Katsuki eventually left the house, bag on his shoulder, bento on his free hand, and an everyday pat in the back that will someday leave an imprint on his skin, courtesy of his mother. He goes silently on the sidewalk; the cold winter month of February hits his face, but it fails to halt the walking explosion. If he listened carefully, he could hear birds chirping together, singing a melody that neither he liked nor thought was wasted listening to some feather balls making noises so early. He grew up in a calm neighborhood, which he valued as a part of his life. The calmness of it soothes his nerves and puts his mind at ease whenever he passes through this part of his surroundings. He likes the hotter months than the frigid weather of the last week of February. The blonde walks by a playground where he used to play with kids his own age, marveling at the swings and slides. Climbing monkey bars in the wilderness with his goons made him feel like a nomad. He didn't like looking at it attentively in a place where he used to play, and he didn't want to stay anchored in a former memory, he never wanted to waste his time on a stupid playground, but he did glance back at it nonetheless. Did he merely look back because he wanted to? Or did he just look back to remind himself that he's getting older? Or it could be something else that stays around him, like a bothersome bug buzzing in his ear. But now, he’s stepping into new territory of his dream, a dream that will determine his worth in a society full of heroes and villains. He’s going to be the best, the best hero that will rise up fast and become an indisputable hero, just like All Might… No… even better than All might. As the blonde kept walking, he could clearly hear the bustling sound of conversing teens and the noises generated by the vehicle passing by or some parents dropping off their children at Aldera Middle School. Aldera Middle School is what he attends; he came to this school not for its name; it’s not like Aldera has an impressive reputation or anything of the sort that makes the establishment stand out; it’s more akin to how convenient it is to walk here to his home. The school's name may not be well-known, but they struck gold with the fiery blonde. Unbeknownst to the Bakugo family, Bakugo Katsuki earned the school’s recognition and glory with his talent and intelligence; he was their gem, as a result, the teachers and faculty became more tolerant of his fiery temper as long as he was their star student. “Hey Bakugo!” The blonde's hooded eyes narrowed in annoyance as he looked at his fellow student in displeasure. As his classmate, who was given the nickname fingers by Bakugo, walked up to the star student and followed behind him while another of his classmates, neck, followed suit with fingers, walking behind the walking explosion. Bakugo leads an unofficial small group as they march toward the school. The corridors are packed with students going about their business, some still on their phones, while the majority of them are discussing, spreading gossip from a handful of students or a group; however, one thing they have in common in their conversation is the current media fascination, The White Carriage and the Mysterious prince. Every girl in the hallway was chattering about the mysterious prince, left and right, up and down; all of Aldera's female classmates were doing it, blushing and whispering romance to each other. Bakugo doesn't care about any prince, but hearing it again and again irritates him. “Do you think that there’s actually a prince going to UA?” "I believe so; after all, the white carriage can visit other places, like Tokyo, I-Island, or even the Might Tower, yet somehow that carriage appeared in the same place... twice. So there’s no doubt about it." “Are we sure that it’s a prince? Who know that person might be a princess~” “Duh, you didn’t see the pics? That’s definitely a dude.” “Hey hey, do you think if I go to UA, I could meet the prince and you know…” “Girl, you trying to be his princess?! You’re crazy! And how are you sure you’re going to UA?” “Come on! Can’t a girl dream?” “Do you think he’s hot?” “I hope so! I mean come on!” Bakugo clicks his tongue in irritation. Hearing the rumors at home and at school overwhelms him; the rumors about a so-called prince rub him the wrong way. What's so special about some fancy pants going to a hero school? It’s not like Bakugo will back down on some challenge by a snobby rich brat who thinks they're better than his explosion. A nagging feeling that the young blonde doesn’t understand why he feels this way; is it the lack of the usual hero-related topics that his mother pointed out? The way everyone makes a big deal about a stupid shitty metal? Either way, this left Bakugo both feeling confused and agitated, making some students near him shiver in displeasure. "Man, everyone's talking about the white carriage, huh?" Finger commented as he walked alongside Bakugo. “It’s not like everyday you see something new huh?” Neck replied. “Yeah when you think about it, I've never seen any royalty going to UA. It’s always the kid of some heroes.” FInger points out, it’s public knowledge that every child of heroes ended up in the hero track or even support class. Either way, bakugo don’t give two shits about some extras no matter who their guardian is, they'll be one day below him. As the two of bakugo’s goons continue to converse, the explosive blonde enters the classroom with his customary angry expression as well a loud arrival. Of course, his teacher and classmates are not surprised by the grand entrée that the star student himself made; used in the everyday loud entrance that the explosive blonde made. They gradually return to chatting or, in the teacher’s case, checking attendance. Bakugo sat in his chair, placing both feet on the table, and looked away from his classmates' obnoxious expressions and conversations. None of his classmates attempts to talk to the explosive blonde; Simply mentioning his name in a conversation, walking up to his desk, or attempting to start a conversation with the loud blonde will result in a death glare directed to the back of their heads and a creeping sense of threat that will make his fellow students tremble in the comfort of their seats. As a result, the class struck a quiet pact not to approach the star student until absolutely essential, such as during lunch break or at the end of class. The Westminster Chime begins to play, and students who are still outside or late enter their respective homerooms, some in a hurry some didn’t care as much. As the students' discussion dampens, the teacher walks to their podium to begin the early announcement. The diminishing murmur finally died away as all of the students turned their gaze to the podium, where the teacher stood behind it, clutching thick pieces of printed paper in both hands. “Please keep your voices down. As you are all aware, the high school entrance exam is in four days, and every single one of you will be examined on your knowledge and if you can actually pass in the first place, especially if you go to the hero track.” A sound of loud cheering as well as commotion from teenagers as they activate their quirks, blasting their quirks in the air, unsupervised even though the teacher is looking at them, a few of the emitter-type quirks, such as a small whirlwind, a gust of smoke, or even the hazardous quirk fire from students, have no problem blasting their powers in a classroom and bathing the small classroom in a slight uncomfortable heat. So why should they stop? The start of the hero exams is approaching; excitement and anxiety are racing through their veins as they project themselves by activating their quirks around the small classroom. However, Bakugo didn’t meet the same enthusiasm as his classmates expressed. He was unconcerned about his classmates allegedly enrolling in a hero school given that he knew he was going to ace it easily. He understood the type of institution they were going to; he knew the statistics underlying the entrance exam; and what he could say through his eyes about his classmates’ powers was that they were nothing compared to his. Pulling out your eyeballs or Pinocchio-looking nose; one lie, no chance. The blonde slyly grinned in amusement. Bakugo may be loud, crude, or arrogant, but he made plans for his future, the future where he’s the only student of Aldera Middle School, a student who comes from an average institution, going to UA Hero Track like he was meant to be, with a powerful quirk that surpasses the extras, outshining them, and making his name known to the high school and public that he’s destined for greatness. And he'll make certain that he's the future number one hero, exceeding all others, including All Might himself.

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It’s been a day since the mall incident. The media still has not yet settled down from the high of the mysterious prince entering a hero-oriented institution. As for the said young prince, the time for him to hone his powers and get used to his magic is greatly needed.  “Put your back into it! Not only your hands!”  As the sun begins its steady ascent, the once-blue morning light of the sky has taken on a warm orange tone. The abandoned beach of the once-beautiful, now trash-covered Takoba Municipal Beach Park is finally having its first three visitors for the first time in years. Aizawa and his new blue tiny floormate are keeping an eye out on the young freckled prince’s performance as well as his spell casting with the aid of the magical shield. It wasn't long before the young prince decided to hone his magic for the second time. The tiny blue companion made Aizawa aware of the reason why Butterfly seemed hesitant to practice in his apartment, and suffice it to say that it's dumb luck that Aizawa stumbled upon the trash heap beach park three days ago while on his nightly patrol.  Aizawa is still in understanding as to why Izuku is jumpy and weary about mutants; it is easy to say that Aizawa wasn’t too keen on it since this misplaced fear will be detrimental to the star-freckled prince’s focus.    It was by chance that he caught the tiny man rummaging through his fridge after his late-night patrol yesterday. The unkempt man, of course, wasn’t surprised by the litter around his kitchen, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. He didn’t spend three days cleaning his dusty apartment just for a new mess.  “If you’re that hungry, at least don’t make a mess.” He murmured. The unkempt man looked around his messy kitchen in dissatisfaction. "You have a high-paying job and no pudding." Glossaryck mumbled in disappointment. Even already knowing that there’s none of his favorite food in the fridge, he’s still continuing his quest by rummaging around.  Aizawa sighs in frustration, but he didn't have time to argue at 2 a.m., and waking up the young prince at such an ungodly hour is disrespectful and a waste of energy to walk out of his room and see an adult battle a tiny man. The scruffy man understands the value of sleep, especially coming from him. But that's not his main concern right now; he finally got a chance to speak with Butterfly's magical instructor.  “Can we talk?” Aizawa is going straight to the point; he’s not wasting any idle chatter nor being subtle about the topic that will start at hand. Of course, Glossaryck is not surprised that he wanted to have a little chat with him. He knew it was inevitable and that keeping Mewni's history hidden from a seasoned professional hero would be futile. So, he chose the easier option. The small man began to gently float to the living room, and soon the unkempt man followed behind at a quiet pace.  “Don’t be offended or anything, but his people are far behind compared to this world.” Glossaryck lightly warned as Aizawa nodded, taking the small man’s heed into consideration. This ponders the question of how far behind the time in the young prince’s kingdom is; does this also equate to what kind of ideals and beliefs that his people have against looking out of the ordinary? He’s unsure.  It didn’t take that long, as they both took a seat. Well, Aizawa took a seat on his couch as Glossaryck continued floating on the air. But before the unkempt man spoke a word, the small blue man snapped his finger, and a poof of glittery smoke appeared as a children's book materialized from nowhere. The unkempt man didn't recognize the small book. The book's cover depicts a castle, and Aizawa deduced from that image that it is the young prince's home. The book is small, but it's rather dense. The unkempt man wishes the story was not long enough for him to catch the morning dawn.  “In this pop-up book, summaries of mewman’s history as well as the monsters.” Glossaryck said as he elevated the small book towards the unkempt man.  Aizawa took the small story book on the air and read the bold title above the picture of a castle. “Mewnipendence day?" He questioned; he wasn’t sure if the blue small magical man was pulling his leg with this or if it’s just how the title is; he wasn’t amused by its pun of mixing mewni and independence together, but after hanging out with certain jokesters in his life, he’s gone numb by it.  The pop-up book automatically opens itself as Aizawa watches an image of what seems to be a forest hill and, beside it, a small boat on the side. “Mewnipendence day.” Glossaryck said in a whimsical voice which did not colorate with what expression the tiny blue man was wearing.  “A long time ago, arrived the first settlers of Mewni… Modest people with noble pursuits: Life, Liberty and Corn....” As the small man explains, he pulls the arrow drawing, which reveals a hidden picture of residences, the castle, and corn? Aizawa takes into account the addition of corn to the story, which is unusual, but he continues to listen to him.  “But the wicked monsters rose up and attacked the innocent Mewmans to re-steal Mewni for themselves. So the Queen used her magic to turn the simple peasants into a fearsome army! And there was fighting… fighting-fighting-fighting-fighting-fighting...” Glossaryck levitates the book towards him whilst reading a page for a brief while. The following image depicts a queen and a few peasants. But it didn't last long since the tiny blue man, no pun intended, glossed over some war-related pages, making the unkempt man suspicious.  "The Mewmans won!" Glossaryck makes firework sounds with his mouth as he approaches the presumably final page, which displays the present day of the butterfly kingdom and its small environment, as well as miniature celebratory fireworks.  The unkempt man continues to query and is dubious of the skipped section of the story. He grabs the book from mid-air and flips it back to the pages he skipped. The tiny blue man accepted it as a means of escape from Aizawa and returned to the kitchen; if he can't eat pudding, he'll have to create it from the ground up.  Page after page, flip after flip, Aizawa soon realized that there’s something missing to the story of what has been told in the book. He wasn’t a history teacher nor a historian researcher, but he knew that there were two sides to the story.  He’s an underground hero; Aizawa had learned not to accept things at face value. He heard different stories from different perspectives; from villains, civilians, and heroes alike. He's open-minded enough not to jump to conclusions without adequate context, and it appears that way in this short book that is offering minor details concerning the fight between mewmans and monsters.  He flips over the pages again and again, ensuring that he doesn't miss any detail that would raise suspicions, looking for missing material that could shed light on the true nature of the conflict. However, the search yielded no results. The book could be classified as a children's book due to its pop-up book design, visual appeal, and pastel color scheme, aside from the part about war.  He groans in exhaustion and places the book on the shelf, where it will most likely be forgotten and collect dust. The unkempt man saunters to his room for some well-deserved rest. God, he's exhausted—a hero by night and a teacher by day. With the examination approaching, he feels that his life is slowly sucking out of him, and he may allow it to happen if the applicants have nothing to contribute for the UA entrance exam. However, with the appearance of a foreign prince, Izuku Butterfly, who comes from another plane of existence, enters the exam. The future is truly unpredictable.   —   As the day came, the three individuals headed towards the Takoba Municipal Beach, Aizawa holding the front of the huge book of spells as Izuku took the back end of it. On the way there, Aizawa questioned the young prince which spells he could use in a combat situation, to which the star-freckled prince responded in an enthusiastic tone as they placed the large heavy magic book of spell with Glossaryck in toe, on top of the cemented table.  “There’s a lot of spells, especially from my great-great-great grandma Crescenta Butterfly!” Izuku replied cheerfully, opening the book and flipping over the pages until it came to a neat handwriting.  Aizawa examines the spell names and is astonished to see that they are written in Latin. He wondered if Latin was a universal language if an alien, such as the prince or his ancestor, knew the language, but he quickly dismissed the idea because it sounded ridiculous, especially since he had noticed other spells from different queens have normal names earlier before the star-freckled prince flipped the pages.   He attributed it all up to the young prince’s grandmother's personal preferences in choosing the name of the spells or tradition within the royal family. As a practical and pragmatic hero, Aizawa was more interested in the functionality and effectiveness of the spells rather than their names.  “Oh… you done it now, prepare yourself.” the unkempt man heard Glossaryck’s warning from his left side, Aizawa turn his head to look at the tiny floating man in confusion, it doubles his confusion when he spotted Glossaryck’s ears are now covered with a small earmuff that is an exact size to his pointy ears. It was then that he heard a familiar muttering voice.  “There’s a lot of spells that are offensive; great-great-great-great grandmother Crescenta and great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother Skywynne have useful spells that have powerful damage attacks. Brutum Fulmen creates thunderbolts that shock the enemy, which is useful in a fight, but what if the enemy has resistance to electricity? Not only that, but what if they can absorb the electricity? That would be such a gamble. I could use the Levitato spell to pick up the enemy in the air; however, it cannot restrain them, meaning that they are still capable of attacking relentlessly while airborne. It would be more practical if it did, but it’s still effective in combat. Plus, I could use the environment to my advantage, but does that count as property damage? Raspberry Ribbon Lasso is also a good spell for capturing and detaining an enemy; however, it’s only singular, meaning that I could only latch on to one person at a time, not multiple, which is a disadvantage of its own when dealing with multiple targets at a time-”   Izuku continued to mutter a mile a minute about the practicality of the spell, completely engrossed by it to the point that he's utterly oblivious to the two people watching him ramble on and on of ‘ifs and buts’.  Aizawa stopped listening halfway about the spell called Levitato as the muttering speedups and it's barely coherent for him to understand. The young prince’s muttering is like bugs buzzing to his ears the longer he overelaborating his lineage’s spells. He turns his attention back to Glossaryck who is now just clipping his toenails midair. “Is he always like this?” Aizawa inquired the tiny blue man, to which the magical instructor shrugs nonchalantly.  “Izuku has an annoying habit of externalizing his insights via constant muttering. He's even worse when he's watching hero stuff; he's creative when it involves complex battle strategies, all thanks to the self-defense training he was taught by the royal guards. There’s nobody who is better at spouting word vomit; than this kid." His tiny blue floormate replied, as if he had heard what Aizawa said despite still wearing the small earmuffs on his ears.  “Self-defense…” The unkempt man narrowed his eyes. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't surprise him if the prince is trained to safeguard himself, given that he has been handed the magical heirloom that, in the wrong hands, possesses the power to effectively accomplish anything. Aside from that, he wants to see how well he can fight with it.  Aizawa snapped his finger in front of the young prince's eyesight, causing him to yelp from surprise, forcing Izuku to look up from the magic book of spells and notice the unkempt man. This causes the young prince to feel mortified that he essentially ignores his caretaker and that he completely forgot that he wasn’t alone in his room back at Mewni.  “I-i’m sorry mister Aizawa! I got li-little distracted analyzing the book of spells again! I didn’t mean to ignore you!” Izuku nervously exclaimed, sweat beads rolling down the star-freckled prince’s face. Oh god why did Izuku get so distracted so easily when it comes to this! The UA entrance exam is starting tomorrow and here he was ignoring one of their faculty members!   Aizawa dismisses Butterfly's concern, as that is not what he is interested in hearing. “No need for it, that’s not the main issue I want to tackle, Butterfly. How good are you at fighting?”  The star-freckled prince ponders the unkempt man’s question, recalling how the knights of Mewni mostly Sir Scarsguard taught him combat strategies, martial arts, as well as wilderness survival in the event of an emergency, as requested by the anxious queen, which is actually more of a backyard camping trip.   “Pretty well enough i think, I've been trained by my old bodyguard Sir Scarsguard when I was 10 at the time. So, I know a few things or two about hand-to-hand combat.” Izuku answered. Sir Scarsguard is a gruff, vicious, and fearsome warrior of Mewni who has been with the star-freckled prince since he was born. He'd known the knight for a long time, as the guard watched the prince grow older. The knight helped him find other forms of enjoyable activity besides isolating himself in his hero-themed chamber and viewing the same All Might's debut video over and over on his dimensional mirror. The knight had even assisted Izuku to train his physique and develop weight by the time he was 13 years old. And essentially warned Butterfly that being only flesh and bone made him appear weak and vulnerable to a gust of wind.  "I see..." Aizawa muttered. The unkempt man descended the flight of stairs, his footsteps left imprints on the sandy beach. He strolls a few steps ahead, With his aloof expression still intact, Aizawa turns his head back to look at the star-freckled prince, who's looking back at him with perplexity written on his face. "Get down here; time is wasted if you're simply standing around, get your shield and leave your book behind for now. Nobody hardly even visits this beach junk anyway."  Butterfly slips his arm to the armband of his forest green shield as he dashes down the flight of stairs, catching up with Aizawa, who did not wait for the star-freckled prince as they made their way to the center of the rubbish pile. Izuku is perplexed as to why they go to this beach. He's never seen dirtier, trashier beach waste than this.  He looks around the mountainous rubbish, which includes a washing machine, a refrigerator, tires, and even a bicycle that does not appear to be broken, with only one wheel missing in the front. He questioned why this beach was overflowing with garbage, and Aizawa responded before the star-freckled prince had a chance to convey his thoughts. “I stumbled across this beach on my way back to my apartment, I'm not familiar with this so I did a little research on it.” Aizawa said as kneel down to the sandy beach and he rummaged around the pile of junk. “This section of the beach used to be beautiful but it's been a complete wreck for the past few years. Because of ocean currents, anything dropped in the sea winds up here. People take advantage of this when they illegally dump their garbage. Locals now avoid this place.” Izuku was slightly upset to learn that this once-beautiful place was being destroyed by people's neglect. His subconscious remembers what he did to his mother's garden, which was once an enchanting and well-kept spot for her to rest, but is now reduced to ashes and soot. His free hand reflexively grabbed the golden edges of his shield as he recalled his mother's favorite place, which had been ruined as a result of his mistake in his magical shield practice. Despite his mother's forgiveness, the star-freckled prince could not do the same to himself.  “Heroes nowadays are focused on displaying and arresting villains. Things were different before quirks. The top priority was service. Now, you'll also do the same thing for your kingdom, which is to serve communities. Even if it was a little mundane.” the unkempt man said in a calm tone. “You will restore the coastline for this entire section of the beach. That is the first step in your path to become a leader, Izuku Butterfly.” As Aizawa finished his statement, the star-freckled prince realized what the unkempt man was plotting. He turns around and face to face with the junk around him and the beach. “You mean, all this junk… but there’s so much! It’s impossible!” Izuku shriek. This beach?! Cleaning it all by himself?! It's absurd! This would take him months! No, years!  The unkempt man doesn't notice the young prince distraught as he returns his focus back at the star-freckled prince. “Butterfly, you came to this dimension with a purpose, yes?”  Izuku nodded his head. "That's correct, my mother enrolled me in UA to learn my magic; it's where the best pro-hero graduates are. I first learned about it when researching All Might back at Mewni." The star-freckled prince clenched his fist and stared down at his magical shield, which he had strapped to his left arm, with a slightly terrified yet primarily optimistic face.  Aizawa nodded. He returned his focus to the mound of garbage, his back to Izuku, and picked something up from the pile. “UA is the hardest hero course to get into, so that means…”   The star-freckled prince interrupts Aizawa as he realizes what's the finishing sentence. “That I have to prepare my mastery of spells really fast! The UA exam is tomorrow!” “That’s right.” Before Izuku could ask if he could master spells within just a day, a crumpled soda can was thrown at his face. The star-freckled prince instinctively defended himself with his shield, which contacted it and bounced off to the sand, leaving an imprint of the can tumbling to the side.  Izuku turned back to face the person who hurled the can at him. Aizawa gave the star-freckled prince an apathetic glance before shifting to his throwing posture and returning to him standing up. "It looks like you can defend yourself adequately; however, you did not use a spell to stop the can. As I said before, UA is the hardest hero course to get into, which means you’re going to use your magic, not only just your training in combat.”  “I see…” Izuku nodded, he slowly lowered his shield to his side. Aizawa is right, he can't just only use wits in battles. He also needs his arsenal. He looked at the unkempt man in determination. Even though the young prince does not possess any quirk, he has his magical heirloom to act like one. He’ll make sure that he’s going to pass and enter UA, as he promised his mother back to his home dimension.   “RASPBERRY RIBBON LASSO!” A bright ribbon of light emerges from the star-freckled prince's red crystal in the very center of the forest green shield, latching onto the broken bicycle and pulling it off the sandy ground as it rises in the air and descends towards the back of the pickup car. Izuku Butterfly has been practicing his magic for two hours. Aizawa began to examine the young prince's brief progressions; there wasn't enough time to teach him the spells, so the young prince agreed to do three spells in one day. Levitato, Brutum Fulmen, and Raspberry Ribbon Lasso.   “Brutum Fulmen!” Izuku yells, facing the shield at the small mound of garbage. A bolt of lightning struck the mound of garbage, shattering it into small pieces. However, the spell caused the young star-freckled prince to lose his balance, sending him hurtling towards a broken refrigerator, but before he's hit by the metal, a bind cloth quickly wraps around his body, halting the momentum and gently lowering the young prince to the ground, his bottom hitting the beach surface.  “You alright there Butterfly?” Aizawa asked, as he slowly walked towards the aforementioned teenager, his capture weapon returning around his neck. the young prince who’s still sitting on the floor. His hand stretched out for the prince.  “Yep, I'm alright. I just need to keep my stance wide every time I activate this spell.” Izuku took the hand and carefully stood up, staring at the unkempt man with an apologetic yet appreciative facial expression. “Thank you for catching me, mister Aizawa.”  Izuku adjusts his shield appropriately on his arm, flexing his hold on the handle and strap to ensure it is tight enough. He returned his attention to Mister Aizawa, his guardian. The star-freckled knew little about the scruffy man beyond the fact that he was a faculty member and had a cat. The star-freckled prince considered his scarf to be an adornment. It's the fourth day of Sagnog, which means it's late February in this dimension, so wearing a scarf is suitable given that its still cold even though early spring is approaching. Is Aizawa a hero? His contemplation was cut short when Aizawa asked, "How about we take a lunch break? It's already 12."  As the scruffy man inquired, he pulled out a plastic convenience store bag that was plainly filled with goods. Izuku nodded as they quietly walked back up the steps, returning to the enormous magic book of spells they had left behind. The book automatically flips itself as the tiny living embodiment of magic floats up in the air and hovers towards the star-freckled prince.  "How is your training going, Izuku?” Glossaryck inquired as he perched atop the tangled green hair. The aforementioned teenager chuckles gently as he touches his star-mark cheek.  "Pretty good, though I need to work on my footwork if Crescenta's spells are that powerful." The young prince and the scruffy man sat on the cement seats. The unkempt man placed the plastic bag next to the book and took out four onigiris, two bottles of water, and a pudding, which the tiny blue man gladly accepted from Aizawa while Glossaryck sang the food's name as if it were a holy treat that descended from above.  "Sorry kid, I'm not used to cooking during lunch hour," Aizawa informed him as he handed the two onigiris and a bottle to the young prince's side of the table, which Izuku graciously accepted. "No, it's all right, mister Aizawa. I've never had this before, so it's a nice start for me."  Aizawa nodded as he tore the plastic wrapper off the onigiri and chewed into it. Izuku quickly followed, eating the unknown sustenance with his hands. The star-freckled prince's eyes opened as he tasted the tuna and rice. Eating this world's food is like going down a rabbit hole; he didn't want to depart from the tasty wonderland. Izuku isn't generally a picky eater. It was a habit instilled in him by his mother, but it loses its appeal when the cuisine at Mewni has the same flavor. Corn at every single meal. "Wow! It's delicious. It's quite savory, yet not too sticky for me to eat. Mister Aizawa, what's it called?"  "It's onigiri; it's just rice with fillings inside," Aizawa explained calmly, taking another bite. "It's usually a snack, but you can eat it for lunch or dinner."  “Onigiri… delicious!”   As Aizawa watches the young prince eat, he recalls the book above the shelf in his apartment. "Butterfly, may I ask? What is your kingdom's history with monsters?" he asks. The scruffy man decided to be direct about the matter at hand. Izuku is enrolling at UA, a school for students of all shapes and sizes who aspire to be heroes.  Aizawa needed to know if Butterfly could endure prolonged exposure to mutant students entering UA so that the mall incident would never happen again when he interacts with other individuals with unnatural outward forms. But also, he wanted to know if Butterfly had prior knowledge of his ancestors’ history with monsters and about the war.  The question causes the star-freckled prince to halt his eating, putting down his half-eaten onigiri on the torn-up plastic wrapping. The unkempt man observed Izuku's behavior: swiftly changing his gaze, his hands nervously fiddling with each other. It reflects how he's acting back at the mall. While he wanted answers, Aizawa was patient, even waiting for the young prince to speak his mind. The star-freckled prince took a breather and hesitatingly started speaking: "I don’t know that much; my kingdom’s history has been hazy with the monsters even before the first settlers arrived. They never have been explicit about how the war between Mewni and Monster started, and there’s no point in searching the royal library since the first castle has been burned down to ashes.”  Izuku sighs in dissatisfaction, the young prince is always hungry for knowledge, evidently with how many filled up pages of the Earth dimension’s heroes in his notebooks throughout his childhood. So, knowing that the Mewman’s history is burnt to ashes as a result of his careless ancestor did not sit well with the position he held as the next in line.  Aizawa took a moment to respond back to the star-freckled prince. Knew that this is a high request with someone who’s dealing with fear of mutants, but it can’t be helped if the young prince wanted to be what he’s expecting towards himself if he keeps his walls up.  “Butterfly, I know it’s hard for you to see or interact with my people with their mutation quirk, but you've got to understand that you’re on Earth, not Mewni. Try to open up with my kind, and after you've acquired this, you'll be able to effortlessly talk to monsters and ensure that your mother's negotiation with them lasts longer.”  The unkempt man pats the young prince's shoulder and gives him a small smile that Aizawa can manage. "This is not only for your own benefit, but also for your future peers who will walk into the same room as you. Can you manage that Butterfly?"   Izuku hesitated for a moment, unsure for himself if he could adjust to the notion that the idea of a prince from a different world standing where some individuals resembled what the Mewnian people feared and hated resided—is unimaginable. He’s aware it wasn’t that simple, However, he trusted Aizawa's judgment, and in turn, Aizawa had faith in him and his ability to overcome his perception of abnormality. The scruffy man assisted him so much in such a short period of time; how can he turn him down?  With a resolute nod and determination in the star-freckled prince’s forest green eyes, the prince of Mewni knew that UA is a top hero academy in this dimension, where a hopeful teenager like him dreams of entering its gates and emerging as inspiring figures like those who came before them.  He recognizes that his role in the prestigious academy wasn’t the same for those aiming to be heroes, but he’s committed that for his people, his subjects, and his family, he is entering earth’s most prestigious institution and coming out as what he envisioned. He's going to be a hero for them, a hero with a fearless smile and a leader of his people, the future ruler of Mewni.   “Okay, I'll do it!”  —   The warmth of the sun sets, the once bright blue hue colored in the sky turns into a beautiful orange, as the cotton-white sky becomes pastel pink. The garbage pile on the beach remains full of junk. However, the star-freckled prince quickly began grasping the spells—not as much, but still a minor improvement that Aizawa would overlook.  The Raspberry Ribbon lasso spell caused the young prince to fling himself with the junk a few times, resulting in sand on his face, Sure. Izuku utilized Levitato and was struck by one of the pieces of rubbish that were floating around. Okay, it's a minor setback. However, he couldn't say the same thing about Butterfly casting the thunderbolt spell.  Speaking of thunder, another huge explosion reverberated over the junk-filled beach, a blast of air caused by the force of the star-freckled prince's charge attack. Sand particles dance feet in the air; pieces of debris that blew into thousands of small pieces, along with the young prince, are now descending to the sandy ground. On instinct, Aizawa conjures up his captured weapon, rescuing the star-freckled prince from what’s about to come or him about to fall flat at.  Aizawa gently let the young prince stand on the beach sand, the binding cloth unwinded from his body and returned back to the unkempt man’s shoulders. The time is now 6 pm, the hour to begin making their dinner and return to the apartment. “Butterfly, it’s time to go home.”  This drives the Mewnian prince to panic. "What?! Seriously?! I haven't controlled most of the spells yet!" This realization made Izuku's stomach twist in knots, and dread permeated his body. The fact that he wasn't even close to being able to wield the spells successfully, combined with the fact that the UA entrance exam began tomorrow, made matters worse for the young prince, who began sweating bullets out of nervousness.  While the young prince of Mewni begins to panic, the unkempt man is not surprised by it. Frankly, Aizawa couldn’t blame the kid for panicking with the entrance exam, just a hair's breadth from it, so Izuku’s reaction wasn’t an exaggeration.  However, if the star-freckled prince tires himself out from his anxiety, it would be a problem for Aizawa considering he is lugging not only Izuku but also the young prince's massive book back to his third-floor apartment. The scruffy man swiftly calms the young prince down by wrapping his binding cloth around his mouth, preventing him from yapping and regaining his focus.   "Look, Butterfly, it’s getting late, and I think your floating tiny dictionary is getting antsy.” As Aizawa pointed to the book, both males heard Glossaryck indignantly respond to the unkempt man's statements, "I heard that!"  “But—”  Izuku's words were cut off when Aizawa began dragging the young prince up the stairs. Butterfly wiggles in protest, still wrapped in the scruffy man's binding cloth. The young prince's quiet protests were proven unsuccessful, drowned out by the binding material that kept him from speaking. But the moment both males return and see his book, he knows it's over.  “Sooooo… ready to go home?” Glossaryck said in a cheerful manner, sitting on top of the book of spells in a nonchalant position. Aizawa unwrapped Izuku from his bindings as the cloth returned to his shoulder once more. The unkempt man pats the prince's bushy hair, attempting to express that everything is OK and not to worry, as he approaches the book and takes the front-end.  Izuku sighs in acceptance. He understood panicking wouldn't change what was going to happen tomorrow, so he proceeded to the table and took the other end of the book, assisting his caretaker in carrying it back to the apartment.   The walk back to the apartment usually took Aizawa 10 minutes long using his bind cloth to travel in midair, building to building, or even using his capture weapon to wrap itself around the book since it has the similar weight as an average man, making their walk back faster than their walking speed. But why would he? The young prince is unfamiliar with the world in which he is now living; at some point, Aizawa will not be present for Izuku's sake all of the time. Allowing the young prince to absorb and developing acquaintance with the surroundings would be Izuku's next step in his life, which he will soon pursue alone.      Izuku Butterfly did not sleep; no, that’s an exaggeration. He did go to sleep around 1 a.m. in the morning, so that counts, right? He spent most of the time spacing out; he’d been forced to sleep by Glossaryck after Izuku spent his time lying in bed, dead of night, staring at the closed book of spells on the other side of the table. Naturally, Glossaryck was freaked out by the staring and promptly seized the prince’s eyelids and closed them. He was so anxious about not becoming accustomed to his magic that he almost failed to fall asleep for the examination day.  The day of the UA entrance exam has finally arrived. The bright blue sky welcomed its lights, and a cold morning breeze spread out across the prestigious Hero Academy. Students from different middle schools, from private to public, marched towards the open gate. The influx of applicants and the chatter from different teenagers made things livelier as well as bustling.   The star-freckled prince finally arrived after Aizawa literally dropped him off from a nearby building, stating that he had to stay low-profile before leaving the young prince alone and sprinting up the hill of UA High. Aside from his caretaker's need to be discreet, Izuku is now dressed in a uniform to blend in with the crowd. Of course, school supplies were not the only items they purchased at the mall. While the main color scheme is primarily black, it gives him the same sense as wearing his regal attire, but it's better and easier to maneuver in.  The young prince was panting and had a little sweat dripping on his face. After sprinting, he paused briefly, grasping the strap of his new yellow backpack and his forest green shield tightly attached to his left arm. "Made it just in time," Izuku panted to himself. He's here; he's finally entering the gate of the Earth's prestigious academy.   The media have at least some decencies to stop their rampage at UA on the day of the exam for the applicants, but it doesn’t stop the said applicants from murmuring about it. “So, do you think the white carriage will come today?” one candidate murmurs to his friend. “Maybe? Who knows? I don’t see anyone wearing fancy clothes today.” “I hope that the rumors about a prince are actually real!” one girl excitedly cheered. “It would be cool that I get to meet him in person.”  Amidst all the rumors, the aforementioned young prince didn’t hear the other teenagers murmur as he began to walk at a normal pace now, taking the building’s image once again. Even though he already saw the UA high up close on his first day of entering this world. He is still amazed by the sheer size and intimidation it gives, marveling at its grandeur and the opportunity it presents. While keeping his head and eyes fixated on the academy building, his mind contemplates his spells, more specifically that lack of improvement.   He was so mesmerized by the sight of the UA building while pondering his preparation for his magic that he was caught off guard when a blonde student roughly bumped his shoulder. "Watch where you're going, you damn extra." The explosive blonde-haired teenager snarled and clicked his tongue. He didn’t even look back as he proceeded to walk towards the building institution.  The young prince of Mewni is both startled and confused by the students' actions towards him, as he held his own shoulder when the blonde teenager bumped into him. It only stings a little, but over time the small pain went away.  Izuku is accustomed to antagonism from his dimension; while they never did anything violent or physically harm him, they normally avoided him. It is much more visible in different royalties across Mewni. Kings and queens made it a point to keep their heirs away from Izuku, ensuring that their sons and daughters did not interact with the son of a coward queen.  Izuku just sighs in relief that he’s not back at his homeworld, hopeful that he doesn’t get the same treatment as he did since no one in this earth dimension knew his existence or his status, making this his first fresh start, but also disheartened by the way the explosive blonde student acted towards him. He is aware that it was wishful thinking, but he wanted someone, at least his age, would talk to him.  He shakes his head, remembering that he’s standing in the building where hopeful students' aspirations are becoming reality. He stared at his shield, the heirloom of many generations of rulers before him. With his mind resolved and emerald eyes filled with determination and passion. He got the butterfly family heirloom with a purpose; he’s going to keep his oath that he agreed upon in his wand-passing ceremony, and he’s not going to let anyone down.  But somehow, he let himself down by his feet, His step… is a trip. It hasn't yet begun or entered within the halls of the institution; he has already disgraced himself by tripping on his own two feet. He had already accepted that he would die. But before his face splattered on the cement floor. His momentum abruptly stopped; did he feel lighter?  He looked down and realized that he was floating?! A sudden sweet and bubbly voice inquires of the young prince, who is panicked and yelping that he has actually lost his footing. “Are you okay?”  Izuku stopped panicking as he turned to his left side and saw a short, auburn-haired girl with eyes that matched in color. The girl helped the star-freckled prince stand up right using her quirk. She released her power from the young prince now that he’s standing on his two feet, clapping her hands together as Izuku felt that gravity return to his body.  “I stopped you with my quirk. I’m sorry I didn't ask first but… I figured you wouldn’t mind me catching you.” She spoke with a pleasant and cheerful smile on her face.  Emerald green eyes blink once and twice in dumbfoundedness. The star-freckled prince looked at the girl in a stupefied expression, but the girl didn't seem to mind as she continued. “Isn’t this all, like, way nerve-racking?” Izuku flushed, as he tried to stammer out a sentence or a word to the short-haired girl in front of him. “Well I guess I'll see you inside. Bye!” She bids the young prince goodbye as she turns and starts walking away from the star-freckled prince. Izuku, on the other hand, remained rooted to the spot, dumbfounded and taken aback. But not a moment later, His face slowly lit up with a silly smile. He not only got to interact with someone his age but also of the opposite gender! He never spoke to a girl before! He cannot believe it!       Inside the main auditorium, the young prince could feel the tension, excitement, nervousness, and anticipation from the whole room. The auditorium is jam-packed with applicants, and the star-freckled prince is having a hard time finding a spot to sit. He walked through the stairs, looking left and right for available seats.  After a few seconds of searching, he finally spotted one. He sighs in relief, but it didn’t last long as a familiar, explosive mop of blonde hair was sitting next to the unoccupied seat. Izuku gulped down his own saliva and had his face sculpted in a fake imitation of a confident prince. The young prince excuses himself and apologizes as he tries to walk over the available space while avoiding stepping on the applicant's feet. As he was finally at the seat, he couldn't help but ask the explosive blonde about the seat, despite his nervous voice. “U-um… excuse me but is this seat taken?”  The explosive-haired blonde doesn’t seem to have been interrupted from his musing as he looks at Izuku with ire and annoyance. His fiery ruby-red eyes meet nervous emerald-green orbs. The blonde, explosive-haired teenager scoffed and looked the other way, refusing to respond to the young, confused Mewnian prince. But seeing that there’s no other seat free, Izuku just took the seat next to the blonde, hoping that he wouldn’t get any punishment for sitting next to him.   Unbeknownst to him, ruby-red eyes surreptitiously looked down at the object clasped in the star-marked boy's left arm. A support item? pathetic.  The lights in the auditorium switch on one by one, lighting up the center stage. A large screen begins to display a golden animated logo of UA High, and where a tall, slim man with long blond hair spiked high in a huge tuft behind his head wears a leather jacket with a speaker around his neck. The vibrant man begins to speak in a boisterous manner. “What’s up, UA candidates? Thanks for tunin’ in to me, your school DJ!" His arms spread wide, his orange-tinted sunglasses looking at all of the applicants with a large and welcoming grin. His lively and dramatic character, together with the loudness of the man's speech, verbriated around the large auditorium, making his personality suited for his image. “C’mon! And lemme hear ya!” The vibrant man clasped his hand to his ear, waiting for the candidates to respond back. But only meeting in silence, which makes the auditorium awkward. Of course, not all candidates are as enthusiastic as the noisy blonde man; apprehension is more apparent than anything. The bright man does not appear to be affected by any of it, as he attempts to keep the silence humorous. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine, I'll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is gonna go down, okay?”   The boisterous man posed again, giving off a rocking vibe. “Are you ready? Yeah!” Again, the vibrant man is given a silent treatment from the candidates. but not all of them.   The star-freckled prince's eyes twinkled with excitement, and his hands clasped around his mouth in recognition of the boisterous men in the center of the stage.  “Oh my goodness, it’s the voice hero, Present Mic. So cool!” Izuku enthusiastically whispered his excitement at seeing the hip DJ hero in the flesh, giving off the same vibe as a child receiving his favorite toy on his birthday.  “I listen to his radio show everyday of the week in my interdimensional mirror! It’s so crazy nuts that all the UA teachers are pro heroes!” As quiet as he could mumble to himself, other applicants began to stare at Izuku, giving him a weirded-outlook. Especially the explosive blonde next to him who is slowly getting antsy with how the star-freckled boy is getting on his nerves.  “This extra is so damn annoying…” but he wasn’t the only applicant who found Izuku’s admiration muttering annoying.  Present Mic continued his explanation speech. “Like your application said, today you rockin’ boys and girls will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super-hit urban settings!” The large screen from the vibrant man’s back changed, showing the color-coordinated and alphabetical layout of said urban settings. “Gird your loins, my friends. After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to your specified battle center. Sound good?" Another wave of silence from the candidate. “Okay?!” Present Mic responds to him self’s question with a boisterous tone. The star-freckled prince examines his examinee card, looking at what position he has been allocated in the battle center. He was taken aback when the explosive blonde by his side began speaking. “I see. They're splitting us up, so we can't work with any of our friends," the blonde-haired teenager gruffly deduced.  Izuku looked at the explosive blonde’s own examinee card and noted the same thing as him. “Yeah. You're right. Our examinee numbers are one after the other, but we're assigned to different battle centers,"the star-freckled prince replied, seeing the distinctions between his and the blonde's cards; nonetheless, the explosive blonde does not appear to be pleased with the young prince glancing at his card. “Get your eyes off my card." The blonde remarked with annoyance as he glared at the star-cheek-mark teenager, even though he started and brought Izuku’s attention to it in the first place.  “Okay, okay, let's check out your targets.” The screen switches images to represent a little city building jammed into a small space. Three dark silhouettes of machines fade in, each with a different number, yet one letter remains constant. Present Mic continued. “There are three types of faux villains in every battle center. You’ll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so better choose wisely.”  “Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a mid-song guitar solo!” The vibrant man returned his attention back to the candidates with a word of warning. “But check it! Make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a big No-No, ya dig?”  “Excuse me, sir, but I have a question!” A student from three rows down from Butterfly stands up and raises his left arm straight in the air as he questions Present Mic with his troubling. “Hit me!” The boisterous man pointed at the middle school student who asked a question as a spotlight came from the ceiling, directly putting the aforementioned student the center of attention with his question.   The tall middle school student, sporting a wide frame of glasses and short dark blue hair, flattened neatly down, pointed out his printed paper, showing the same robots as those shown on the large screen, but the difference between the print-out paper and the screen is that on the paper there is an additional black silhouette of a robot. The dark-haired teenager is discontent with the notion that such a highly regarded and prestigious hero academy made a mistake that they overlooked.  “On the printout, you've listed four types of villains. Not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials, it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do.” The dark haired teenager changed his trajectory and pointed his finger at Izuku. “Additionally, you with the star marks on the cheeks!”  The star-freckled prince took a second to realize that the tall middle schooler was addressing him as he pointed at himself in confusion. “huh?” The dark-haired adolescent frowns at Izuku, looking irritable. “You've been muttering this entire time. Stop that. If you can't bother to take this seriously, leave. You're distracting the rest of us.”   “Sorry…” The young prince hastily covers his mouth, his stomach dropping in shame and humiliation as he hears other applicants snicker at the spectacle that unfolded. He really wasn't anticipating being back in the center of attention again. Present Mic, noticing the star-marks applicant distress promptly calls all the attention back to him, alleviating the situation at hand. “All right, all right. Examinee number 7‐1‐1‐1. Thanks for calling in with your request.” The boisterous Dj calmly smiles at the examinee, as he motions him to sit back down and gives him a thumbs up for spotting the missing component. Present Mic pointed his thumb back to the large screen as the missing silhouetted machine finally appeared.  “The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guy's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way. There's one in every battle center. Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It's not that it can't be beaten, but there's...kinda no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the ones toppin' the charts!” While the dark-haired middle schooler bowed respectfully toward the voice hero, he nevertheless displayed some inconsideration by pointing out other teenager's unpleasant actions in public without hesitation. He sat back down again as the spotlight on top of him disappeared. Before the vibrant man wraps the exam orientation, Present Mic gives the examinees a small speech to end it in a nice bow.   “That's all I got for you today. I'll sign off with a little present. A sample of our school motto! As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down. "A true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes." Mm‐hm. Now that's a tasty soundbite.” As the boisterous man spread his arms out, the large screen shows an amazing short motion graphics of the school motto. “You ready to go beyond? Let's hear a Plus Ultra! Good luck! Hope you practiced hitting more than just books.”  As the exam orientation ended, all of the applicants straightaway departed the auditorium, holding their cards as they made their way to the changing room. Chattering about how the other applicants perceive Present Mic's description of the exam as a video game and how it performs as such. Others brag about their unique quirks to the other students, saying how powerful their quirk is and such. Although some of the girls are focused on other matters, the star-freckled is so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he fails to acknowledge what they are discussing. The changing room is separated by genders, left for the boys and right for the girls. The inside has a row of light amethyst-colored lockers upon lockers, and a bench right in the middle. As the young prince was about to enter the room, his feet stopped as a boy that was not much taller than him with the head of a crow approaching the same doorway as him.   The star-freckled prince's feet halted, his breathing became heavy, his hands and arms shook with fear, and his forest green eyes widened in terror while his feet remained on the floor. He is petrified. His mind goes dizzy as sweat drops flow from the young prince's cheeks; his body is in flight or fight response.  There is a monster within these hallways, and a monster roams freely throughout this building. Overwhelmed by disorientation, unsteadiness and an increasing sense of fear, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. Izuku's trembling left arm slowly rises, subconsciously gripping it with both hands on his shield. The pressure and stress are carved onto his fingers. There's a monster here. The creature will terrorize—  “Are you coming?” The voice silenced the star-freckled prince's anxiety as he peered at the teenager with a raven head, who appeared perplexed and worried by Izuku's positioning as he asked the young star-marked boy in front of him. The young prince looked around as his dizziness subsided and awareness dawned on him.  Oh… that’s right; he is in another dimension. Abnormality is considered normality in this plane of reality. Izuku was ashamed by how he acted when several applicants from the auditorium snickered at the young prince once more, but this time it wasn't even over his mumbling habit.  “S-sorry… I… i-i’m coming…” Izuku shakingly muttered under his breath, his head hanging low as he looked at his bright red shoes. The star-freckled prince remembered what he promised to Aizawa; he promised that he'd be open to his kind. Now, he almost blasted an innocent middle schooler because of his appearance. How can he be open to all if his instinct is to attack? Ironic; they say the heirloom signifies who you are as a person, considering how the royal family heirloom transforms itself into a shield. The bird-headed teenager nodded as he headed to the changing room first, as Izuku soon followed later on. The star-freckled prince’s nature against the monster-like appearance had been ingrained in him for a long time, and he knows that. He wasn’t proud of it or pitying himself for it; he loathed the way he behaved. To be afraid of people's appearance? What a load of crap! They say don’t judge a book by its cover; what the star-freckled prince does isn't even judging; it’s his unwanted instinct.  He walked inside the changing room, decoding one unoccupied locker and putting his yellow backpack inside. He unzips the bag to get his clothes to change his middle schooler attire. As he retrieves the pale cyan tracksuit from his bag, a small piece of paper slips gently beneath his red sneakers. Izuku's downcast gaze came to a halt when he observed the dropped folded paper. He looked around at the other applicants, wondering if they noticed or were the ones who had left the paper. After a while, with no candidates knowing of the young prince's confusion, Izuku kneels down and picks up the piece of paper, opens it to reveal what is written.  ‘ What do you call a pudding with too much salt? I don’t know.  —Glossaryck. ‘  The young prince chuckled softly at the letter, a small track of tear falling down from his face as he quickly wiped it off. The letter made him feel a little better about what transpired. Izuku deduced that Glossaryck put the folded letter to convey a humorous cheer-up message or a genuine question. He may never fully understand his small magical instructor, but he is grateful that he's always by the star-freckled prince's side, despite Glossaryck's claim that he has no side to follow. Izuku, upon glancing at the bird-headed applicant, noticed the seriousness and concentration in his demeanor. The star-freckled prince pursed his lips; he lamented his behavior toward the bird-headed teenager. The star-freckled prince hoped it wouldn't lead to bad blood between the two of them. He still wanted to open out to mutant quirk individuals and perhaps someday make amends with the applicant for how he had acted previously.  Izuku quickly folds the paper again, putting it back inside his bag before shutting his locker and starting to change his school uniform attire into his secondhand light cyan tracksuit that Aizawa lent him. The Mewnian prince slipped on the tracksuit, feeling more at ease than in his middle school uniform, which now had sweat marks from his nervousness and earlier incidents. A feminine voice from the speaker ceiling interrupted the exchange of words from teenagers with an announcement. “All applicants, please proceed outside and attend to your assigned battle center group as the bus transportations arrives. I repeat, all applicants, please proceed outside and attend to your assigned battle center group as the bus transportations arrives.” As the announcement concluded, all of the applicants filed out of the changing room, continuing to converse with one another, but the young prince marched ahead, preserving his distance from the earth's young inhabitants. The brief walk came to an end when all of the candidates gazed at the parked buses parked in unison.A recognizable boisterous voice reached the applicants' ears as they focused on the leather jacket, DJ hero, Present Mic.  “All right! Now that you all changed to more aerodynamic rocking outfits, all the candidates form into groups in alphabetical order from your specified battle centers! Starting with battle center group A to the right bus and battle center group G to the left!” As the voice hero instructed, all the applicants dispersed into groups and boarded the bus, overflowing with excitement, anxiety, worry, and all of the other sensations that they felt throughout today's most nerve-racking entrance exam.  After all, who wouldn’t be anxious about Japan's prestigious hero institution? Since it is well known that UA academy has a notorious acceptance rate of 0.2%, making enrollment practically unattainable. Izuku has an inkling that his legs are about to give up, or if someone touches him, he will collapse like broken glass. This is it; while he did not master his great-grandmother's spells perfectly, at least he’d have a decent number of points on the mock battlefield. He’s well trained and knows how to defend himself from immediate danger. What could go wrong?

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When the voice hero says that it's an urban setting… this isn't what the young prince expected. All of the applicants gathered before the enormous metal gate entry; a thick wall stands behind their mechanical adversaries, worth points and ready to be destroyed, or the other way around.

The examinees all oohed and aahed at the enormous magnitude of the battle center; if this wasn't an exam requirement, the battle center could be its own city if actual residents lived within the towering buildings. The applicants expressed their amazement at the battle center, while others questioned UA’s funds and how costly it is to build a city-like environment this massive.

While the other candidates marveled at the battle center's massive, thick, heavy metal gate in front of them, the star-freckled prince remained behind. With jittering nervousness and sweating bullets flowing down his body for more than a minute. Izuku recalled what Present Mic explained in the auditorium: to think that UA would go literal with the urban settings of the city just to make teenage applicants destroy their machinery. The young prince wouldn’t think his own mother would do the same with the royal guards’ training.

Butterfly slapped his star-marked cheeks with both hands, bringing him back to reality and out of his stupefied state. While it stings, it did its job of returning his focus. This is not the time to be confined in one place or sluggish during a mock battle like this. He humiliated himself in front of everyone twice in a single day! He can't let his preconceived views about their abnormal appearance influence him, even if some contenders have monster-like appearances. He's in the earth dimension, where his mother allowed him to learn outside of the confined castle, far from his kingdom's control. He cannot pass up this opportunity that the queen of Mewni has given him.

The young Mewnian examined the applicants and noticed that none of them appeared to be as anxious as himself. There's a teenager with six arms who is calm and composed, and another adolescent wearing a belt with a gold ring-shaped buckle and a periwinkle gemstone appears assured. Is that a special gear? Izuku was delighted that he wasn't the only one with equipment for a mock battle exam. The young prince’s eyes widened as he spotted the nice girl—the girl who saved him from tripping on his own two feet at the school gates!

Izuku wanted to thank her personally for saving him back there; it wouldn’t hurt to just say thank you to the short-haired girl, right? He is a prince after all; it's common courtesy to thank someone who helped a person, even if it was just as inconvenient as tripping himself with his own two feet. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest as he mustered up the courage to approach the short-haired girl. With the same two feet, he began to walk towards the nice girl in a stiff motion, hands balled into fists, steps slow and jittery, as if he were a robot.

He wasn't just coming towards the girl; he was also entering the area of the other applicants, some of whom had the appearance of monsters to his people. Izuku's thoughts kept repeating: ‘They aren't monsters; they're humans, completely different from Mewni, and I'm thanking the girl in the middle.’ He can't just have another panic episode in front of everyone, so he repeats the words in his head like a mantra and even mutters under his breath.

Before the star-freckled prince approached the gathered-up candidates, a large hand landed on his left shoulder, completely halting the young prince’s movement. Izuku was surprised by that contact, but he was even more surprised that it was the same tall, stern teenager who called him out in the auditorium. ‘He’s here too?!’ His thoughts panickedly exclaimed.

The stern, dark-haired teenager examines the young prince's attention as he analyzes the girl's breathing practice for the mock battle. “She looks like she's trying to focus on the trials ahead.” He then returned his gaze to the teenager with the green stars on his cheeks as the dark-haired middle schooler sculpted his expression into an authoritative one.  “What are you going to do? Distract her and ruin her chances to succeed?” The taller boy interprets Izuku’s intention as a means of distraction from the girl’s focus, which is far from what the young prince intended to accomplish.

The Mewnian prince hastily clarifies the reason he is approaching the brown, short-haired girl, stammering his words and moving his hands side to side as he does so. However, even when he explains his reasons to the dark-haired, stern teenager, it doesn’t appear like he’s convinced enough to believe Izuku with his justification. Furthermore, the star-freckled prince felt like every examiner was staring at them, as if they already had reasons to write him off at the exam based on how timid and skittish he'd been acting. This increased Izuku's self-consciousness even more.

“Right, let's start!”

A voice came from above enthusiastically announced as all the applicants looked up at whoever shouted. This cut the tension between the two teenagers as they stared at the familiar voice of the DJ hero; Present Mic, who’s standing atop a towering building. He’s so far, high above everyone, that it is a miracle that they even spotted him from the top of a white towering structure, or perhaps it's because he's using his quirk to shout down at the applicants to grab their attention. Either way, they are just wasting their precious time staring up at him, unaware that the enormous gate is now open.

“Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles. Run, run, run, listeners! You're wasting airtime here.”

It took a second for the young prince to realize that everyone was already running inside the battle center, leaving the star-freckled prince in the dust. Izuku panicked once again as he started sprinting, attempting to catch up to the other examinees in front of him. “Crap!”

He was so enthralled by the voice hero that he didn't notice the applicants running through the guarded, fabricated city. It doesn't matter. Izuku is now at the first roadway intersection. Even if he is far behind them, he will catch up with them eventually! There is plenty of time! And there are enough mechanical foes for everyone to defeat and get points, right? After all, he can still attack with his shield after only a short period of training, even if he hasn't mastered the spells!

Suddenly, a one-pointer robot smashed its way out of a building, startling the young prince in front of him as he stopped his track. The machine in question had Its arms outfitted with enormous machine guns, as for its forearms were protected with large shields with the number one to make it effortless to identify its point worth. The robot analyzed the star-marked cheek teenager, as it identified him as a target. “Target acquired. Commencing attack.”

The machine’s singular wheel started to spin in action, readying its attack on the young prince. Izuku quickly evaded the attack, somersaulting as he skid to the side.

The star-freckled prince wasn’t used to fighting with a machine before, but he hoped that his training under Mewni’s royal guard wasn’t limited to only individuals. He faces his shield toward the machine as the ruby-red crystal as it glows to life, preparing for what kind of spell would the young prince will conjure.

“Brutum Fulmen!” A tremendous thunderbolt smashed into the machinery, instantly destroying the robot. While the magic destroyed the one-pointer robot, the young prince was thrown into a building with the speed of a firing bullet. The impact shattered the wall behind Izuku, leaving a massive hole. Metal particles and pieces erupt high in the air, creating a brief rain of metal parts on the sidewalk, earning the young prince his first point. The star-freckled prince would be overjoyed if the physical consequences of casting his predecessor's spell weren't so severe.

Izuku groaned under his breath as he stumbled out the destroyed wall and shakily stood up. He cradles his left arm, feeling as if the spell's backlash has fractured his humerus and left radius. A small tear spilled from his eyes as a result of the pain, but he swiftly withdrew it and repositioned his shield on his left arm.

“G-good, i got one point on that.” Izuku winced in discomfort while reassuring himself.  However, before the young prince begins his sprint, another one-pointer accelerates for the disoriented prince. The star-freckled prince made a cartwheel to avoid the racing robot, just in time as the machinery thrust its arms toward Izuku's standing place.

The cartwheel made the young prince winced in pain once more with how he just avoided the robot using both of his right and the injured left arm. Izuku forced the pain down as he faced his shield at the once metal scrap of the previous one-pointer robot.

“LEVITATO!” Izuku shouts as he casts a spell, levitating the broken metal part and chucking at the active one-pointer robot. But before it could strike the apparatus and earn Izuku another villain point, a blast of sparkly, bright light shot at the robot, completely destroying the machine. The floating, broken metal went through the air, hitting and sticking to the structured building. Izuku's gaze shifted to the source of the attack.

“Got him!” A teenage boy asserted boldly, arms wrapped together above his head, with a demeanor of confidence and relaxation. Izuku stared at the blonde boy beside him, surprised to see that the belt that blonde was wearing produced that dazzling light. “Merci beaucoup! My! I see that I'm not the only one that has such a magnifique gear!”  The confident blonde adjusted his stance, bringing his left closed finger close to his mouth. "Although, I doubt your shield will shine brighter than my belt. Adieu!" With a final word from the blonde, Izuku watched the aforementioned youth flee to the opposite side of the road, leaving both the shattered robot and a bewildered foreign prince behind.

Izuku didn’t stand for too long as he heard Present Mic’s voice shouting the remaining time. “Six minutes and two seconds left!” This caused the young prince to panic and continue running, as he hadn't received a point since the blonde smashed the one-pointer machine that Izuku nearly demolished. He looked around the fighting center left and right; all of the robots in his vasity had been eliminated by the time he arrived, or were being destroyed by other applicants.

He then dashed into an alleyway, hoping that there were robots that some applicants hadn't noticed. As Izuku emerged from the shadowed lane, his eyes widened in bewilderment and dread. The majority of them have been eliminated by other participants. He looks around again, hoping to see a robot still moving within the mound of destroyed machinery; however, he instead spots the girl from before.

He watches the girl touch two to four robots, making them airborne like what Izuku suspected she did to him at the gate when they first met. The girl clearly struggled with her quirk. With the intended height, she made the machine float itself in the air. She then touched all of her fingers together as she shouted, “Now, release!” One by one, the machine that she made airborne a second later had finally dropped down, causing massive destruction behind her as she took a breather.

“Okay, that should be at least 28 points.” she assured herself and continued running, looking for more robot-points to eliminate.

The star-freckled prince was surprised by the amount of points the nice girl gained by destroying the machinery. A sound of roaring engines entered Izuku’s ears as he turned around to see the dark-haired teenager from earlier kick the two-pointer robot swiftly and eliminate it immediately as the taller male counted the additional two points from his attack on the robot. “That puts me at 45!”

Izuku's trepidation increased as he watched other candidates demolish numerous robot-pointers. He realized that if he didn't find a way to gain points soon, he would fail the exam. The pressure mounted as he saw the number of available points rapidly decreasing, making his chances of success even slimmer.

While the battle centers are filled with applicants’ assaults and explosions, within a private monitoring room, a room filled with screens and surveillance of every candidate outside, were UA high faculty members, observing and evaluating every hopeful teenager's performance in their practical exam.

The anthropomorphic animal smiles in glee watching the monitors in front of everyone. “Clearly, the examinees have no idea how many villains are present, or their locations. They have limited time, must cover a vast area, and hunt down every last target.” the animal sagely remarked. “Some use information‐gathering abilities to plan out strategies, While others rely on speed to pull ahead of their peers. Of course, remaining calm under pressure can be a huge advantage. As can pure power and combat ability. The most successful students use a combination of all these tactics. They're the ones who rack up the highest scores.”

While the UA principal found the applicants promising, he couldn't say the same about the young Mewnian prince on one of the monitor displays. On the young prince’s first day, Aizawa notified the UA headmaster about the Izuku Butterfly's living conditions in this realm, as well as the young prince's adjustments and his brief training with the unkempt man on the garbage heap beach.

The queen of Mewni entrusted her son to Nezu and Aizawa, mostly to Nezu. And now, with how the young prince is faring in the practical exam, perhaps Nezu should have suggested the queen enroll her son in the recommendation entrance exam earlier. The UA principal glanced back at the other teachers, more specifically, Aizawa Shota, the young prince’s caretaker. Who doesn't seem to be surprised by Butterfly's performance.

Of course, the unkempt man wasn't surprised by it all. With Izuku's demeanor and the lack of control with which the young prince is using the spell, Aizawa was mildly disappointed but not understandable. There’s barely any improvement with training within a day; it’s like asking a baby to run a marathon.

However, Aizawa became worried with the backlash of the charge attack that the young prince performed to defeat the one-pointer robot. He watched the star-freckled prince hurledly in mach speed into the wall of the building. Crap… this isn’t good.

"Hm, is that young man going to be alright? He appears to be struggling with his quirk or support gear…?” Aizawa turned his head towards the person who asked. "I know people employ support gear to assist them handle their quirks better, but what is the young lad's quirk, may I ask?" All might add to his question.

The rodent principal reached across the desk for a printed document. "Here's the boy's document.” Nezu delivered the document to the skeletal blonde, cryptically stating, "It's rather interesting…" Aizawa gazed at the UA headmaster with skepticism and puzzlement before whispering his worries to the rodent creature. "Are you certain about releasing Butterfly's information to others? Especially the novice?"

"A valid concern, Aizawa." Nezu sips his tea calmly, not seeming to be worried about the notion of sharing the young Mewnian prince’s documents with his workers. "I'm sure of it; after all, teachers must get to know their students in order to help them grow," the headmaster said calmly.  "Aizawa, I assure you that our security measures are robust and our faculty members are trustworthy. While we may not fully comprehend the extent of the royal Butterfly family's magic, it is crucial for us to have some knowledge in order to provide adequate assistance. As for the young prince's heritage, it is ultimately his decision whether he wishes to embrace it or keep it hidden. We are merely here to guide and support him."

Aizawa nodded in satisfaction and retreated to his seat. The UA principal is not wrong, and the animal is rarely mistaken about anything. He is aware of the UA's strict security measures, and he also trusts the other faculty members to protect information within that institution's borders. They are pro-heroes, just like him. The unkempt man trusted his colleague's judgment not to disclose confidential information to the public.

The principal kept the white carriage incident to himself and has not provided any explanations or tips to the public, including other faculty members, regarding the event. The quirk, like high specs, that the headmaster has is equally alarming and resourceful. The unkempt man hated to admit it, but he trusted the new faculty member. The blonde concealed his own secret from the public for so long that even Aizawa was skeptical at first.

“Magic?” the skeletal blonde questioned as he read the handed document. “It said in his document that his quirk is magic.”

When All Might said the applicant's quirk name, a feminine voice piped in as she reached her arm outwards to All Might, motioning for him to hand the document to her.  “Magic? Let me see that.” The skeletal man gave the paper document to Midnight, who then analyzed the paper in her hands, reading the young star-marked prince’s quirk registration. “Magic huh? I know a guy who has a similar quirk name as this kid, but this is clearly different from him. From what I could see, the boy uses his support gear to create thunderbolts and levitate objects. Does this boy have two quirks? similar to one of our recommendation students?”

Aizawa turned his head back to the headmaster, who didn't seem to be bothered or bothered to answer the faculty members' questions as he continued drinking his tea and watching the applicants’ performances in the any battle centers on the monitor screen.Did the principal really register Izuku’s quirk name as magic? huh, talk about under the nose.

“Wait a minute…”

Something took the R-rated hero off surprise, similar to Aizawa's reaction when he noticed the single word that stood out like a sore thumb. She peered at the rodent principal before returning the document. She turned her head again, back to the animal and the paper in her hands. "You must be joking, right? It can't be true; are you certain of this kid's birthplace, sir?" Midnight expressed her confusion.

An astronaut-like hero took the document paper from the confused the alluring woman, scrutinizing what prompted her to inquire about a child's birthplace. Nevertheless, the space hero Thirteen is taken aback by the revelation. “The kid is… what…?! Mewni?!”

The other faculty members, with the exception of Aizawa and Nezu, turn to face the space hero in disbelief and confusion. There's no way Thirteen said the star-freckled teen's birthplace is the most isolated and perhaps non-existent country in the globe.

The one who voices out his skepticism is Vlad King, the Blood Hero, expresses his doubt, refusing to believe that such a mythical place is a reality. “Mewni? Are you pulling my leg here, Thirteen? You know that place is non-existent." The unkempt man sighs listlessly. He couldn’t blame his colleague for being a non-believer, but here he was, taking care of one royalty of Mewni himself. He then snatched the paper from thirteen's hands and used his phone's flashlight. Given that the monitoring area is dark and the sole source of light is the screen above, they most likely misread it. When the light blazed towards the paper, the blood hero quickly followed the two previous teachers' exclamations.

“What!? It really said Mewni!?” He turned his gaze towards the rodent principal, who just continued watching the applicants' performances on the many screens in front of them. The blood hero faked a cough, getting the UA headmaster’s attention, who just smiled at Vlad King. None of the faculty members knew what the anthropomorphic animal was thinking half the time, but they have pressing matters to question him.

“Sir, i don’t mean to be informal but—” before the blood hero can express his confusion at the headmaster, Nezu cut him off with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, Vlad king, I'll hold a meeting after this examination ends.”

While time is running out for the applicants, it is also time for the UA faculty to bring out their final obstacle. The real test is for the hopeful teenagers who aspire to walk inside the prestigious walls of AU.

“Well,whatever the kid’s birthplace is, there's still plenty of time before it's over. The real test has yet to come. Let's see how they react.”

Outside the monitoring room, and back at the battle center, a tremendous sound erupted as the ground began to shake as if an earthquake had occurred. All of the applicants stopped attacking the robot pointers as they shifted their focus to the impending calamity.

A large, overhanging silhouette eclipsed the sunlight, instilling fears in the young applicants. Izuku and the other applicants turn their eyes up at the sky, where they see a towering, enormous robot that is dozens of times bigger and scarier than the other regular machines, staring down at the applicants as if they were simply insects.

The gigantic robot balled its large fist and thrust its arms downward, causing a massive gust of dust and debris to shoot up in the sky and over the battle center's main road. The attack was so devastating that it caused an enormous crater and damaged several buildings along its path. All of the applicants panicked as they began sprinting out of the road; however, Izuku Butterfly felt so overcome with fear that his legs gave out on him, and he collapsed on the road. As he watched the enormous robot begin proceeding towards the other applicants at a leisurely but unsettling pace, his heart-rate rose and his breathing quickened.

“This is a disaster. I've gotta run and find some smaller villains.” Izuku shrieks, terrified. Still overwhelmed with fear, the star-freckled prince tried to crawl his way out of the massive machine, panicking about not only his left arm might be broken or the giant robot behind him but also his lack of points.. “Crap, crap, crap. I'm still at one point!”

Out of all the chaos that was happening, he then heard loud excited shouts from the voice hero. “Less than two minutes remaining!“

This filled the young prince with fear. Two minutes?! He's just got one point! Tears of terror and despair well up within his eyes.  As he recalls what his mother gave him to be in this world, she has gone out of her way here to make the young prince enroll in a hero program school just to make Izuku happy; she let him go to UA because the star-freckled prince showed his admiration for the earth’s number one hero; she let him stay in the earth dimension to let her son train under a hero-oriented school because he lacked control with his shield; she didn’t even take the most precious heirloom of the Butterfly dynasty after what he accidentally did to her favorite place! All of his mother’s effort to put the star-freckled prince into this world… it’ll be wasted!

But then a familiar shout halted the young prince’s crawl.

“Help us!”

Izuku switched his gaze back to the turmoil behind him, where he spotted two familiar faces. The nice short-haired girl and the bird-headed male teenager were both trapped in the wreckage and visibly in distress. The girl's feet are stuck beneath the fallen debris, and the other is losing consciousness. The short-brown-haired girl groaned in anguish, her arms enveloping the fallen teenager beside her and hiding the bird-headed teenager from the enormous looming machine behind them.

Everything was silent for the young prince; he couldn’t hear other participants screaming as they ran off to safety; he couldn't move his body; he couldn't do anything as he remained stuck in one place, watching the teenagers in front of him soon meet their demise. But then a familiar, soothing voice murmured into his ear. The calming voice of his grandmother hits him, along with the memories, promises, and secrets that she would deliver in exchange for listening to his problems and deepest fears. The young prince has little understanding of why he is hearing his grandmother's words, but the sight of the injured and helpless teenagers triggered a memory.

“What’s wrong Izuku?” Celena gently whispered.

In the dimly lit room of the shy former queen, a sound of soft weeping is echoed around the chamber full of trinkets and herbs. Cradling in Celena’s arms is the small prince of Mewni, sniveling while curling in a ball in his grandmother’s embrace, clutching her starry glittery robe with his tiny fist.
 
The young prince's curly, ruffy green hair shakes softly as the taller woman brushes the bushiness of the locks while looking worriedly at her weeping grandson. Izuku's star freckled cheeks are moist with tears, and his emerald green eyes are tightly shut, but the tears continue to pour.

The small, 5-year-old prince struggled to express his problem. As a small toddler, he is unable to cope with the overpowering feelings that his consciousness is expressing, whether they are positive or negative. Emotions are a more complex chore than most individuals believe.

But the young prince still tried his best to talk to his beloved grandmother, he could always tell the shy queen what was on his mind. 
 
“Grandma… Why are people mean to me? Why do the people of Mewni hate me, grandma? Am I a bad guy?” Izuku asks while hiccuping every sentence, his weeping sorrow of his position as a prince and how his people view him as the main problem made the older former queen’s heart crack.

“I-i just wanted to help… like All Might and great-grandma Skywynne do… I wanted to be like them…” Izuku continues, burying his wet cheeks in his grandmother’s neck, wanting to feel the comfort and warmth that Celena usually provides whenever the young, 5-year-old prince is in his grandmother’s petite arms.

Celena listened attentively, her heart breaking for him. She knew that he idolized heroes from the earth dimension and one of their ancestors, aspiring to be like them. His desire to help others, just as they did, only added to his confusion and pain. The young prince was unable to discern his beloved grandmother's expression due to his weeping eyes being cloudy and misty.
 
However, with a tender voice, Celena spoke her words, carrying the weight of her love and understanding. "Izuku, my dear, you are not a bad guy. The people's misunderstanding and mistreatment of you are not a reflection of who you are. You possess a heart full of kindness and a desire to make a difference, just like the heroes you admire."
 
She gently wiped away his tears, looking into his emerald green eyes. "Sometimes, people fear what they don't understand, and it can lead them to act unkindly. But that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. You have a special gift within you, and one day, the world will see it too."
 
Celena's words offered Izuku a glimmer of hope, a reminder that his worth was not defined by the opinions of others. As she continued to hold him, she vowed to protect and support him, just as she always had.

Celena continues to brush her grandchild's green hair, coming up with ways to make his already low spirit into something he may find a little motivation in. “Our people’s hatred stems from fear of something that is what they believe it’s wrong. It might sometimes be a bogeyman in the shadows or monsters lurking outside our gates. Tell me, besides what lies beyond our walls, what do you fear the most, Izuku? Will this fear set you back and hate it or push you forward and see why?”
 
Izuku's eyes widened as he listened to his grandmother's question. What did he fear the most? It was a question that had haunted him for a long time, and one that he had struggled to answer. His nose still runny but his tears halted, the young prince ball his tiny fist as he looked at his grandmother.

He fears nothing more than to do nothing when someone calls for help.

Without hesitation, he began sprinting towards the enormous robot. He shook his shield off from its tight grasp on his left arm as it slid down and held it tightly in one hand. The young prince's body was so pumped with adrenaline that it didn't recognize his injured left arm.

He thrust his shield downwards, and the ruby-red crystal began to glow bright light and blasted with light energy. Within a flash, the young prince was sent high up in the air, leaving a smoke trail behind.

The young prince is now face-to-face with the massive machinery’s ginormous metal green head. forest green determined eyes meet blank red glass. With adrenaline still coursing through his body, Izuku positions his shield extended outward to the head of the adversary.

The young prince yelled, "Brutum…" from the depths of his heart. The shield's ruby-red crystal emitted an illuminating glow as it developed into a dazzling ball of energy.

“FULMEN!” With one last shout, the ball of electric energy rocketed towards the gigantic apparatus. The magic exerted was so tremendous that it not only destroyed the robot's head by creating a massive hole on its metal face, but it also caused the machinery's internal system to go into overdrive. The mystical electricity penetrated the gigantic body, overheating and bursting into a mushroom of fire.

Izuku, suspended high up in the air, his grip on his shield became loose as he observed the massive apparatus collapse on its back, completely immobilized. The star-freckled prince had never done this before; his body moved spontaneously, moved without thinking.

“This is…”

“Just one minute left!” The young prince's line of thinking was interrupted when he heard the hero's loud declaration. His brief period of floating came to an end as his thoughts returned to what was about to transpire.

The star-freckled prince panicked as he fell from the sky! Izuku screamed but attempted to formulate a plan of action to avoid becoming a reddened splatter in the simulated battle. He got hurled into the air with his shield! He memorized the magic book of spells! There might be a spell that can stop his descent, right? Right, right, right, right, right. Wait! His shield!

Izuku looked at his left arm; not only didn't he see his shield on his arm, but his left arm became twisted and broken. Soon, the young prince’s scream was accompanied by panic. He looked around for his shield, the only remaining hope for himself to break his fall. He turned his head upwards and soon spotted his family heirloom above him. with a gritted teeth, Izuku tried to reach his falling shield above him with his uninjured right arm.

He extended his arm forward toward the shield, barely even touching the golden edge of the heirloom. If he didn’t get to summon any spells, he’s done for! Both the star-freckled prince and the Butterfly heirloom descending increased; the concrete pavement soon getting closer to the prince, and the aforementioned arm towards his shield aren’t so much. But then…

“DARK SHADOW!"

A shadow of an entity from below rose up into the sky, its arms extended towards the falling prince. The dark entity caught the descending star-mark cheek prince within its hold as both carefully brought down to the cemented road. Izuku looked at the dark being in surprise as he was laid down in a lying position on the destroyed roadway. The dark being of shadows retreated back to its master; to Izuku’s stunned expression, it was the bird-headed male teenager. He saved him...

The bird-headed teenager is visibly exhausted from overusing his peculiarity, as he breathes deeply while lying on a broken three-ponter robot. The aforementioned teenager's head is plainly bleeding, but only slightly. He gazed at the young prince from not too far away and breathed out his concerns. "Are… you… okay...?"

The pain from his twisted arm brought Izuku back to reality as soon as his adrenaline faded out of his system. The young prince broke into tears, not only from the pain but also for the bird-headed teenager. He was saved by the same teenager that he almost blasted in the changing room. Why did this teenager save him? Does this bird-headed teenager not know what the young prince almost did to him? Does this teenager know that he almost got killed because Izuku had an episode due to his monster-like appearance? He shouldn’t have saved Izuku Butterfly from falling… but he didn’t…

“Th-thank… you… thank… you… but… I didn't have enough points... I need to…” Izuku sniffles, his tears streaming down like waterfalls. The bird-headed teenager’s quirk patted the young prince’s bushy green hair in a show of comfort and support. The bird-headed male had no concept of what had been going on inside the young prince's head, let alone what he was thanking him for. The young prince's wailing gradually subsided, and he passed out on the damaged roadway at the same time, Present Mic announced that the time was over.

While the young prince passes out from the overwhelming pain from his twisted left arm, the applicants look at the star-freckled prince in amazement as well as confusion. They initially thought the star-mark cheek prince is nothing more than a jittery mess of a boy with nothing to offer to the prestigious hero academy.

Other candidates questioned: If the green-haired teenager’s quirk is that amazing, then how come he didn’t get more points than everyone else? Some hypothesize that the star-freckled teen is tricking everyone into believing that he’s pretending to be an anxious teen to let their guard down. One applicant condescendingly remarked that the passed-out teenager would never enter UA with a point of one villain in the examination.

However, one candidate did not agree with the others. The dark-haired teenager gazed around at the gathering of people, then at the green-haired teen who was unconscious on the demolished road. He made a mental note of how the star-marked teen sacrificed everything to save two complete strangers. The glasses-wearing teenager deduced that the star-freckled prince's short time and lack of points were weighing on him, but he didn't hesitate to return and rescue two teenagers.

He balled his hands into fist, if this wasn’t an exam… of course he’ll do the same thing! Exam… the judges… they saw what the star-freckled teen did…

A sweet and much older voice broke in the silence, her cane making clunking sounds on the concrete road. “Very nice, good work all around. You're heroes in my eyes, every one of you.” all the applicants turn their heads around, a little startled by the voice. a short, elderly woman with gray hair styled into a netted bun, a large syringe poking diagonally out of it to the left, smiling sweetly at the applicants.

“Here, reward yourselves. Have some gummies.“ She approached a nearby candidate and handed out gummy bears to the unaffected teenager. The aforementioned adolescent nervously thanked the sweet old nurse before walking towards the teen with the most severe damage. She looks at the unconscious, star-freckled prince in worry, seeing how he mangled and twisted his arms using his magic. 'So... This is the secret arriving prince of UA? Poor kid, it looks like he got no proper control with his shield,' the school nurse mentally noted.

Of course, the UA headmaster informed the backbone of UA High; Recovery Girl, about the young prince's existence and status. She, like her faculty member, was initially doubtful of the existence of the world's greatest enigma, but after witnessing the boy use the shield in the mock battle, she became convinced likewise. The school nurse trusted the principal’s judgment; she knew the rodent principal never lied to her, especially concerning teenagers.

The school nurse puckered her lips as she stretched them towards the unconscious young prince's bushy green hair. Her quirk restores his twisted arm to its proper position while also curing his minor injuries. After the mending process is complete, the gentle elderly nurse retraces her lips from his forehead, satisfied that the young man's body has returned to normal. "There, everything is back to normal," she kindly stated.

The bird-headed adolescent limply approaches towards the unconscious greenette's body, concerned that the recent fall did any inside damage, despite the fact that his quirk rescued the aforementioned boy. The bird-headed teenager nursed his bleeding head, grateful that it was only a slight cut. He asked the inquiry while looking at the school nurse. “Will he be alright ma’am?”

Recovery girl looked at the teen and sweetly smiled. “Of course, young man, now why don’t you sit down and heal you? ” The school nurse softly waved her hands down, urging that the bird-headed teen make her healing process much simpler. The bird-headed teen followed as the nurse requested and swiftly kneeled down for her height. He felt the lips on her forehead, a nice gesture if not a means to heal an injury. His body shone a light green as the quirk repaired his injuries and bruises; nonetheless, he felt becaming increasingly fatigued and drowsy. “There, all healed up!” the small nurse exclaimed, going through her pockets and handing some amount of gummy bears to the bird-headed teen’s hands. “A reward for you, young man.” The adolescent smiled drowsily at the charming UA nurse and nodded, grateful for the candy and the healing of his ailments.

"U-um… excuse me, ma'am." A hesitant feminine voice drew Recovery girl's attention as she saw the brown-haired girl clutching the golden borders of the forest green shield. "This is his support gear; he must have lost his grip when he's falling back there…"

The dark-haired teen looked at what was occurring in front of him and wondered… What if the exam has other parameters he didn't take into account? With UA unpredictability it’s possible.

It's been a week since the entrance exam, and a week of Izuku Butterfly smiling at random things. “Kid…” it feels like something is crawling on his right leg… “kid…” it must be his soul wanting to get out of his skin… “Hey kid!” yeah, that’s it… Why only one leg? He doesn’t know.

“IZUKU BUTTERFLY!"

The star-freckled prince jerked out of his reverie. He peered down his leg and noticed a white feline clinging to his pajama pants, while his tiny blue instructor, Glossaryck, sat behind the cat's back, riding on Aizawa's cat. That's undoubtedly the real reason the young prince felt crawling sensation on his leg. “You’ve been standing here for the last ten minutes; it’s creepy.” Glossaryck states as a matter of fact.

“S-sorry..” the star-freckled prince nervously apologized to the white feline and Glossaryck. He gently picked sushi up between her arms; her periwinkle eyes met emerald green orbs filled with disappointment and self-loathing. The cat only mewed at the young prince as her paw gently touched his nose. “You must be hungry, huh, Sushi? Sorry…” he said in an apologetic tone, gently changing his arm position as he cradled the white cat within his arms, looking down at the feline in sorrow.

Izuku was chaperone back to Aizawa’s apartment, after the UA entrance exam, news reporter and journalist returned their barrage of questions at the gates. The star-freckled prince got lucky enough that Nezu called in his driver to assist the young prince back to his temporary residence. As for Aizawa, he informed the young prince that he might not come home for a while to evaluate the examinees with the AU faculty members.

It’s probably a good thing… he must be embarrassed that he’s taking care of a prince who failed the practical exam.

The young prince gently released the animal from his arms as he was preparing the cat's bowl, his thoughts racing and his body gone outo-pilot. He piled the right amount of cat food for Sushi as he put down the bowl and watched the white feline begin munching her food. The star-freckled teen gently strokes the white fur for a few times before moving on to do another task: feeding Glossaryck.

Izuku opens the refrigerator’s door, looking for chocolate pudding. Before leaving the star-freckled youngster alone in his flat for a week, Aizawa went out of his way to provide food for both the little prince and his magical instructor. The refrigerator is stocked with microwave-safe covered containers. Izuku feels both grateful and ashamed that the scruffy man did this for him. Does he deserve this gesture? Probably not. Given Izuku's royal status, Aizawa was most likely acting out of respect. That’s probably right.

The star-freckled prince took out a small cup of chocolate pudding and gave it to Glossaryck’s outstretched, tiny arms. While the tiny floating blue man removed the plastic wrapping, he looked at his young student's dejected demeanor. This is a bit mild compared to the garden accident, but it is inline with how the young prince seems to be acting once more.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Glossaryck began; he wasn’t usually the first one to speak or even entertain the notion of it. “You usually talk to your grandma about this; aren’t you gonna call her?”

Izuku shook his head. “I… I'll tell them once I'm ready…” the star-freckled prince whispers in reassurance as he watches his tiny instructor float away with the chocolate pudding within his tiny arm. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt. The tiny instructor's presence serves as a reminder of his own shortcomings and the missed opportunities to prove himself. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that he let his family down and failed to live up to their expectations.

Izuku also thought about that, but what would he say to them? His mother… his grandmother…they let him stay outside of the castle, outside of Mewni, for the first time… and he failed them… He promised his mother that he wouldn’t let her down; he promised to come back new and improved... He might come back to his dimension too early than he and his family initially thought… What will they say? What will his people say? Even if he keeps to himself, the queen would ask the UA headmaster about what transpired and his result…

The star-freckled prince retreats to his room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. However, even the comfort of his collections and posters can't alleviate the heavy burden on his heart. He can’t even look at his collectibles, especially can’t face his shield, the single most important heirloom of the Butterfly dynasty… Does he really deserve to have such a powerful heirloom? He let himself down, and he let everyone down. He sits on his bed, staring at his interdimensional mirror, his reflection casting judgment upon him. He can call them right now, but does he have the power to say anything without bursting into tears?

“I'm sorry…” he whispers under his breath.

He then heard the door being unlocked and his caretaker's gruff voice muffled outside his room. “I’m home…” The star-freckled prince rose from his bed, braced for the news that the unkempt man would deliver: the star-freckled prince would be returning to his dimension.

A knocking sound came from outside the star-freckled prince's door, which reverberated around the room before opening. Aizawa entered the young prince's room, and as the unkempt man was taken aback by the sight of All Might merchandise all over the room, he quickly returned his focus to Izuku, who stood in the center. The star-freckled prince was so focused on his caretaker that he was also taken aback when Aizawa handed him a letter—a letter from UA High.

“it’s better for you to watch it by yourself…” the unkempt man mumbles, scratching his long dark hair then exits the young prince’s room.

The young prince examined the letter in his hands before returning his gaze to the locked door. Izuku shook his head as he walked towards his desk and took a seat on his blue revolving chair, staring at the UA letter on his desk and contemplating whether he should open it or not. But that didn't last long, as the star-freckled prince tore up the paper to see what was within. A metal clanking noise landed on his desk, and a circular disk emerged from the letter, prompting Izuku to wonder if this was indeed part of the mail.

As the young prince was about to touch the disk, it wore to light as it projected a screen.

“BOOYAH! I am here as a projection now!”

A familiar, booming voice startled the young prince, but not only that, what he's seeing is even more shocking. On the projected screen is earth dimension’s greatest hero of all time, who smiles in the face of adversaries while simultaneously put a reassurance to people when they hear his iconic laugh from a mile away.

“A-All Might?!”

“I heard that you’re a fan of me, your majesty—such a great honor!” Hologram All Might exclaimed boisterously and bowed to Izuku. “It’s a great honor that I even inspired you even from different dimensions.”

Izuku swiftly motioned for the projected number one hero to rise up out of habit, despite the fact that the All Might hologram was most likely only a recording. His star marks are reddened by the earth’s hero’s word of gratitude. “I-it’s nothing really!”

The hologram hero stands back straight, coughing a little on his hands as he continues. "I hope to meet the ever-mysterious and infamous prince of UA High, as you look at the newest UA faculty member!"

This statement caused the young prince to be taken aback by All Might’s announcement: the number one hero of the earth dimension, working at the most prestigious hero academy?! No way! Wait… why All Might called him mysteriou—

Suddenly, another hand appears in the holographic display, capturing the hologram All Might's attention. “Huh? Yes, what's the matter?”The hand in question points to the large blonde, and begins a wordless exchange of conversation between the anonymous figur’s hand and the ever famous hero, with one mute and the other jovial exclaiming.

“Who's showboating? Oh, sorry. I'll wrap it up, but I have to show him something first. Wait. I have to do how many of these things?” All Might sighs in mild exasperation, his posture indicating confusion and disbelief, before coughing into his mouth once more as the atmosphere between the projection and the young prince becomes tense.

“Even though you passed the written test, you got one combat point in the practical exam. Unfortunately, one point is insufficient for UA's evaluation… sorry." All Might broke the news of his score that stings Izuku's heart, and it's much worse because his idol, whom he has long adored, is the one who has to inform the young prince. He was unaware that All Might would be aware of his poor performance.

The star-freckled prince clutched his pajama bottoms tightly, his head lowering as he reprimanded himself for his failure. His eyesight was becoming hazy as tears welled up in his eyes. Izuku's mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. He failed everyone, and All Might telling his lack of villain points is enough evidence that he’s unfit for the line of throne. Perhaps his idol's awareness of his underperformance is a punishment; he was given everything by his mother, but he will return with empty promises; has the sword of Damocles already fallen on his head?

“Fortunately, there were other factors.”

Factors?

This prompts Izuku to cease his mounting pressure, perplexed by the number one hero's exclamation, as he raises his head once more, only to continue viewing the holographic All Might.  “But before we get to that, I have another surprise. Here! Look! A short clip for your viewing pleasure!”

In a boisterous demeanor the large blonde took out a small remote as the projected screen moved slightly to the left, displaying a flat monitor screen with golden edges and an animated golden UA logo in the center of the sky blue screen. When the number one hero hits the remote button, the projected hologram transforms to show a familiar girl walking into the screen.

“Um, do you have a sec?” The brunette girl appears on the screen, now sporting a school uniform, white uniform shirt with crimson ribbon under her collar.

The Mewnian prince was surprised that the short-haired girl was in the hologram screen, but then another one showed up within the projection.

“Excuse me.'' The bird-headed teenager walks on the screen. Now the teen is wearing a black middle school uniform and carrying his bag on his shoulder. The aforementioned male teen was slightly stunned by the person who came before him, growing familiar with the girl. “Oh, it's you. Thank you for your protection back there." The bird-headed male bowed in gratitude towards the girl, who sheepishly waved it off.

but why is All Might showing this to the star-freckled prince? As if the number one holographic hero heard his thoughts, he paused the screen and voice out Izuku’s question.

“Both of them showed up after the exam to talk about you, your majesty.” The large blonde grin, resembling the person making the announcement for a movie teaser. “What do these two have to say? You'll have to stay tuned to find out!” All Might press the remote again to continue the screen.

“You know that boy with the really messy hair and all the green stars on his cheeks? It's hard to describe his face…” The brown-haired girl describes to the familiar back of the voice hero. However, she obviously has trouble articulating which male she is referring to, so the bird-headed adolescent chimed in, filling in the blanks.

“He looks foreign, is the word.” the short-haired girl enthusiastically nodded, and added a few words.

“He got a really awesome looking shield support gear.” She motions with her hands, charading the shape of the aforementioned shield in the air, trying to make her description of the teen who saved both of them. Izuku’s eyes widen at the screen, realizing that the two individuals in the projection hologram are referring to him.

“I was wondering. Would it be possible to give him some of the points I earned in the exam?” The sentence from the girl shook the young prince as another voice chimed in. “I, too, would like to offer the person who saved me my points. If it’s possible…” the bird-headed teenager stated.

Why would they…

“I heard him mumble about not getting enough points. How could someone who took down that huge villain all by himself not pass the exam in the end? It’s crazy!” The brownette expressed her thoughts out, feeling that it’s not fair for a person who saved her not to get rewarded for his sacrifice.

The bird-headed teen nodded in agreement as he added on his thought. “The boy could have gotten a better score if he didn’t stop and run back to rescue us… The least we could do is to give him some of our villain points.”

“Please sir, can you just… give him our points.” the two teenagers exclaim in unison, fully offering their hard work to the person who saved them from imminent danger.

The Mewnian prince didn’t know how to feel; he didn’t know how to act when the two teenagers on the holographic screen asked one of the UA faculty to offer their points to him. No one ever offered him anything outside of the queen, his grandmother, or even the royal guards. He had been shunned by his people; he had always been the outcast in the mewni, a black sheep, but this kind of generosity... from a complete stranger, from a completely different dimension, from a completely different race... the short-haired girl from the entrance and the bird-headed boy from the changing room...

Izuku didn’t even thank the girl when he helped him not fall from his feet, and the young prince didn’t muster up an apology to the bird-headed male teen for the way he scarcely discriminated against him all because of his monster-like appearance in the changing room. Yet, both of them went out of the way, gone above and beyond to do this for him?

Tears swell up from his emerald green eyes as water flows down from his star-marked cheeks to his chin. Silent sniffles resonated throughout his hero-themed room, and little hiccups escaped his mouth. He continues watching the projection, his vision might be getting a little blurry but he’s willing to listen to hologram All Might as the aforementioned hero pauses the screen.

“Every action will always be an inspiration to others. And that's why I am here. You see, the practical exam was not graded on combat alone.” All might stated, as he presses the screen once more, showing what’s left from the two teenagers’ proposal.

Mic smiled fondly at the teenagers as he ruffled their hair and revealed further information. “Thanks for showin' up to the station with your request. But there's no reason to give him your points. The kid's chartin' well on his own.” As the video ends, it returns to hologram All Might walking back in the frame of the projection.

“How could a hero course reject someone who is committed to saving others, no matter the consequences to himself?” the number one hero declared. “You, your majesty, even though you didn’t come to this dimension, to this hero institution, to become a hero, but your actions in the battle center proved that you have the spirit of one. And that's what my alma mater is all about. Training those who would risk their lives for the greater good.”

The projection screen changed to a chart, charts full of names that he wasn’t familiar with; however, there’s one category that the young prince had no concept was included in the examination. “So, we have Rescue Points!”

“A panel of judges watches, and they award points for heroic acts beyond just fighting villains. Izuku Butterfly, 60 Rescue Points!” The star-freckled prince looked at his seventh place in the chart in disbelief, at himself, and at the projection. The number one hero announce the two unnamed teenagers that offered their points. “Ochaco Uraraka, 20 Rescue Points! And Fumikage Tokoyami, 25 rescue points! You all passed the exam!”

“This is some kinda joke?” Right there in there, the Mewnian prince broke into tears, a sobbing mess in his room, at the revelation of his hidden score. He didn’t expect such a high rescue score; he didn’t want to believe in it, and he didn’t want to if this was just a dream. Is he dreaming? Is this the same earthly dimension? He's so overwhelmed with his emotions that he almost didn’t hear the final word from his holographic idol.

“Welcome, Izuku Butterfly. You have made it. You're now a part of the hero academia.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

After the UA entrance exam, all the faculty members gather in the conference room, as the anthropomorphic animal promised. They now discuss the glaring matter that fogs some of the pro-heroes minds after what they read from a file from a certain starry student.

“What the hell is this?!” A loud slam on the wooden table echoed throughout the room. The Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog, yelled out his growing confusion and... mostly confusion. True to the name and quirk, the large canine hero speaks incoherently and violently, with a mix of words and a sound resembling a dog's growl. “Are you playing a game with us, sir?! Is this part of the rock, paper, scissors?!”

The UA headmaster only smiles at the hunting hero as he looks at Aizawa, who had grown accustomed to the eccentricities of the animal headmaster, sighed wearily as he dove under the desk and returned right up carrying a large stack of papers. The identical paper he had previously signed at his apartment when the young prince showed up at his door.
 
All the faculty members looked at the paper within Aizawa’s hands, now adding to their confusion as the voice hero spoke out. “Uh… since I wasn't in the monitoring room, can anyone explain to me why we are here again? Is this about the white carriage stuff?" Well, his confusion is more due to the lack of context prior to the entrance exam.

“Well, you’re certainly on the right track, my friend!” The rodent principal exclaimed as the unkempt man placed the paper on the UA principal side of the table, making a loud pounding sound that demonstrated how much the stack of papers weighed. Aizawa could tell that some of them were praying that it wasn't extra paperwork that may cause them neck pain, such as Present Mic, Midnight, and even All Might, who seemed ready to keel over just from glancing at the pile of papers next to the principal.

The anthropomorphic headmaster took a piece of paper on top of the stack. His beady eyes on the contract as he continued. “When the white carriage appeared, UA welcomed a very exciting guest. Present Mic.” all of the UA faculty members turned their heads at the voice hero, who pointed himself in confusion when the rodent principal called his hero name. “Do you remember what happened next?”

The aforementioned hero pondered for a moment or two before realizing what the rodent principal was talking about. "Oh, two days ago, when the white carriage appeared and lo and behold everyone! I think I might have got to speak with a royalty! Radical right?!" Present Mic exclaimed, a triumphant fist pump punctuating his words. He reflected briefly on the encounter, reveling in the satisfaction of ticking off a major item from his bucket list without ever needing to leave the confines of UA. As for the identity of the royalty, it could have been anyone from the Danish royal family to a member of their own imperial house.

“He did wha—”

All Might's words were cut short as the UA principal faked a cough on his furry hands, diverting their focus back to the anthropomorphic animal. The headmaster preserved Present Mic for an upcoming query from his colleagues, as the voice hero failed to realize. "Before we go any further...'' The unkempt man distributes the documents to the other faculty members, delivering them one by one of the contracts he signed previously. The UA members took a minute to examine the provided papers, expressing the same uncertainty as Aizawa’s before; confusion and surprise spread like wildfire.

“Mewni?”

“Magic!?”

“M-Mewberty?! what!?”

They turn their heads to the rodent principal, confusion clearly written on their faces. The aforementioned headmaster of the top heroic academy smiled as he began speaking, in a cheerful excitement. The anthropomorphic animal, their headmaster, watched the reactions of his faculty members with an air of amusement. He had intentionally kept this surprise hidden until now, relishing in the unexpectedness of it all. The rodent principal's eyes sparkled with mischief as he listened to their conversations, eager to see how they would navigate this new development. “This year is full of surprises, isn’t that fascinating?”

As days went by and seasons changed from the soft cold breeze of late winter to the warm light of mid springtime, the trash heap beach lost one or a couple mountainous garbages in the sandy former tourist spot. The young foreign prince of Mewni began his first day of walking within the halls of the top heroic academy, but before he got to step again at the polished tiles of UA, he needed a bit more encouragement from his family back in his dimension.

“Mom, grandma, how do I look?” Izuku walks in frame toward his interdimensional mirror where his mother and grandmother can be seen on the other side of the mirror. Inko gasped at her son’s appearance, a whirlpool of emotion run-up to her veins by the sight of her young prince.

Izuku now wears his first school uniform, which consists of a long-sleeved, button-up white shirt, a gray jacket with blue-green stripes, and a red tie. However, the star-freckled prince didn't know how to tie his tie properly, so it was considerably shorter than it should have been. He wore his favorite shoes instead, matching the color of the tie. It was relieving for Izuku that UA doesn’t adhere to strict school uniform regulations like other heroic academies, as he had done his research prior to his departure from his realm while also getting a confirmation through Aizawa.

"Oh, Izuku, you look absolutely incredible!" Inko exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. "That uniform suits you so well." Izuku couldn't help but blush at his mother's words, a mix of excitement and gratitude coursing through his veins.

“Darling, can you spin for us?” Celena's gentle request filled the room, her eyes twinkling with the desire to etch her grandson's first school uniform into her memory forever. Doing what his grandmother wanted, the young prince turned around in front of the mirror for his delighted and happy family, to which both females cooed their star-freckled prince’s attire. “I can hardly believe it… Izuku is attending his first day of school.”

The star-freckle prince himself can hardly believe it; he was homeschooled most of his life, and yet here he is, wearing something new and staying somewhere new.

“Sorry if I couldn’t celebrate Mewni and Monster Peace Anniversary with you guys…” Izuku said sheepishly. He had forgotten that Mewnian and Monster's 14th peace anniversary is the same day as his first orientation. So many things happened to him in a short amount of time, not to mention the nerve wracking entrance exam that a celebration of his mother's hard work has been in the back of his head.

At first, he felt a sense of relief from not meeting the archduke of monsters himself, Batwin, but there's always his guilt creeping back in for feeling escapism for such a huge event as well as thinking in such things about the jovial kind monster. The star-freckled prince never felt any ill intentions coming from the ruler of their foes; however, rumors circulated widely within and beyond the palace.

“It's alright, honey, I'll say hi to Batwin from you,” Inko reassures, which the young prince appreciated immensely. His mother really is thoughtful and caring.

A sudden knock at the young prince’s door broke the bubbly conversation between the butterfly family. As a familiar gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke. “Butterfly, it's time.” Aizawa's muffled and tired voice is heard. The young prince replied with a jovial manner as he turned his face back to his family, feeling the jitters of his actual first day of school.

“Okay…” Izuku took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nerves. “I'm going now, wish me luck.” Both Celena and Inko bid the mewnian prince goodbye with a smile and a wave as the interdimensional mirror returned back to reflect his starry reflection. He started longingly at himself, to his new life. He didn't think he would pass the entrance exam with his lackluster performance and even lacking villain points.

As he adjusted his yellow backpack, carefully nestling his shield among the new notebooks and pencils, the weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air. He almost didn't sleep since the day of school orientation came nearing, prompting Glossaryck to close his shut eyes once more, forcing the magical small instructor to hide under the bed with the book of spells.

Izuku knows he can put his shield in UA’s care when he’s studying or other school activities that don't need the use of it, but he can’t help being protective of his gear. No one could blame him for that, given that he holds his precious family heirloom and doesn’t like the idea of leaving it either. Sure, he left the book of spells in his room on his first day of the exam; besides, he trusted Glossaryck enough to not go anywhere with a payment of pudding, of course.

With a bag well adjusted on his shoulders, lace strapped enough not to tighten the fabric’s hold on him. The young prince opens his door, stepping out of his temporary room, as he looks at his caretaker with a shaky, nervous yet excited smile. “I’m ready.”

Aizawa gaze back at the prince, nod once before suntering to the front door. Opening it from the young prince to step out first, but as soon as the unkempt hero locked his apartment door, Izuku’s thoughts ran back to the remaining residence inside. “What about sushi?” Izuku asked, voice laced with concern for the white feline to which Aizawa looked at the young prince with an apathetic demeanor.

Sure, leaving a cat at home may be problematic for some people, but Aizawa knew his little sushi best, and what his white furry feline does is bother his neighbors as they easily cave in for the fur ball. It has grown into a daily routine for his neighbors to find his cat pawing at their door or popping out of nowhere. Far from being annoyed, the neighbors welcomed her visits. Children played with her, and elderly residents often treated her with tasty treats.

He left one of his windows open so sushi could simply walk out, and it was tiny enough that no criminal would attempt to steal anything from his floor. It's a free pet sitting opportunity, and he can't pass it up with his careers on the line.
 
For Aizawa, it was a win-win situation. He didn't have to worry about finding someone to take care of Sushi while he was away, and his neighbors enjoyed the company of the playful feline. So, he confidently left his apartment, knowing that Sushi was in good hands, or rather, good paws.

“She’s going to be alright.” he answered. “That cat knows how to take care of herself when I'm gone. Now come on, the train won’t wait for us.” With that said and done, both male leave the apartment complex without incident from the media. Speaking of the media, they stopped terrorizing the building, but they didn't stop their pursuit of uncovering the identity of what they dubbed the 'mysterious prince of UA', which sounded ridiculous to Aizawa, and the aforementioned prince doesn't seem to be bothered by it, more like he doesn't know what his current status is even since he arrived into this world.

They soon boarded the train and sped off to their destination. Fortunately, the train wasn't packed with passengers. While this might seem unusual, having personal space apart from strangers was liberating. The unkempt man observed the young prince, who pressed his star-marked cheek against the glass, watching the scenery change with childlike excitement. Those around him glanced curiously at the teenager, though their expressions remained discreet, recognizing Izuku as a foreigner.

Excited foreigners are not uncommon when they encounter anything fresh around them, and Izuku Butterfly was no exception, Aizawa couldn't help but imagine the young prince as a dog eagerly poking its head out of a car window.

As the UA building became clearer to see and bigger the more the transportation came closer to the stop, both males stood up simultaneously from their seats and headed to the close train door, waiting for the automatic door to open up.

It's Monday morning in Musutafu, a bustling city alive with the energy of its people. A small bakery opens its windows, filling the air with the inviting scent of fresh muffins and sweets, symbolizing the start of a new day in this vibrant city of heroes. The streets are filled with the rhythmic sound of footsteps, and car horns blare amidst the mild morning traffic. Izuku Butterfly, unfamiliar with such a dynamic and busy atmosphere, observed the scene. Back in the butterfly castle, he was accustomed to seeing his handmaids scurrying about, but this level of productivity was something entirely new to him.

“Not used in city life, huh, Butterfly?” Aizawa lightly teased the young prince with a tone of sarcasm, flatness, and lightheartedness. The teen in question bashfully stammered out an incoherent explanation, and his hand gestures went out of place. The prince is still experiencing culture shock; it’s already a given that the young prince was a shut-in throughout his life. The unkempt man sighs as he pats Izuku's unruly bushy hair as they near the UA high building.

Following the hair ruffle, the young prince observed across the street and noticed another small bakery advertising a familiar food that he was familiar with. The banner for the shop's window depicts an over exaggerated, massively, cheesy half-moon bread with various fillings inside, such as barbecue, bacon mushroom, and numerous other flavors in the folded bread.

“Does that store really sell calzone?” The Mewnian prince inquires of the unkempt hero, becoming inquisitive about the street cuisine across. Aizawa looked in the direction at what Izuku was looking at, and nodded. A word hungry comes to his mind but he and the young prince already ate breakfast so it might have been just a curious question from his ward.

"Yes, it looks like they are trying to add something fresh. Why do you ask?" He turns to ask Izuku, not if the young prince is hungry, but rather a question that presumably does not require an immediate response.

“Oh it’s similar to my dimension!” Izuku responded, which perked Aizawa's interest as they resumed their trip up the hill of the hero institution. Do they also have calzones in Mewni? That's something novel; calzone is Italian street food that to no one’s surprise became a hit around the globe but what’s surprising is that it's also appeared to be in the other dimension, which is an unexpected small tidbit.

“On Mewni, I heard that our version of Calzone can predict how you will die. I never had one before, but I heard words from other servants that it’s delicious!” As the young prince described their unique dish, Aizawa couldn't help but be taken aback. Beads of comical sweat formed on his brow at the revelation that there exist foods in the universe capable of foretelling one's fate. Unsure whether he wanted to test the food's prophecy or avoid it altogether, he was left pondering his next move.

The unkempt man turned his attention back to the road up ahead, the UA building getting bigger and bigger as they continued walking their journey up. The morning sky hit the blue skyglass of the massive H-shaped institution, reflecting the bright and optimistic future of the students who passed the entrance exam.

Thankfully, the media circus decided to lay low after UA applicants gave zero information about the ‘mysterious prince of UA’ a week ago, given the fact that they’re more focused on passing the examination than spying on each other's candidates that have the internet’s descriptions of what the young prince should look like.

Of course, Aizawa dug for articles about Izuku Butterfly, using the young prince's title in this dimension on the search bar. The unkempt man searched through article after article, as a precaution, carefully sifting through the articles, his tired eyes scanning each word. It is a blessing that the media has little to no knowledge about the Mewnian prince; some photos of Izuku are insignificant since they were obscured by a police officer's blue vest, while the majority are of the white carriage, some hazy while others are pristine.

He suspected that Nezu, being the strategic mastermind that he is, must have taken swift action to remove the prince's photographs from the public eye, especially the internet, leaving the young prince unnoticed by paparazzi as well as journalists. This deliberate move effectively shielded Izuku from the prying eyes of the media, because until the young prince decides to show his status at the sports festival, it’s up to Izuku Butterfly to ruling of whether or not to come out and show his royal status to the public or stay low from the media onslaught of questions and microphone shoving.

The two males look at both sides of the streets as they swiftly walk across and towards the blue entrance gate of the prestigious Hero Academy. They arrived fairly late due neither of them saw the others approaching or, at the moment, saw any other pupils who would be late besides the young prince.

The young prince felt a twinge of concern as tardiness on his first day of school was not part of his plan. Even during his wand-passing ceremony, he had managed to arrive at the throne room on time. Just as he was about to voice his anxiety to his caretaker, his eyes fell upon a familiar sight: a white anthropomorphic animal standing prominently before the grand triple doors, adorned with intricate crimson and gold numerals.

“Shota Aizawa and his Majesty himself! Welcome back to UA High.” Nezu cheerfully greeted both males but almost unnoticeably emphasized the young prince’s as the rodent principal bowed down to the royalty, which the aforementioned prince instinctively gently gestured to the UA Headmaster to stand up.

The disheveled hero observed Izuku's recent behavior closely, noticing subtle changes. The Mewnian prince appeared to be adapting better to the quirks of mutants, although he still occasionally showed signs of unease, particularly when they touched him, even if it was just on the shoulder, which is understandable.

Additionally, it appears that Izuku has shown progress in his ability to interact. Just a few days ago, while grocery shopping, a young girl with an elephant-like quirk mutation nervously approached the young prince, tugging at his pants. Despite being caught off guard, Izuku refrained from summoning his shield. Instead, he calmly knelt down to her level. His slight trembling was evident in both his body language and tone of voice.

To put it simply, the baby steps have progressed to the crawling stage. Aizawa has a sneaking feeling that this progress might be linked to Izuku's heroic actions during the entrance exam — not only did he rescue a girl from a looming threat, but he also assisted a bird-like mutant teenager, or maybe it was the UA acceptance letter and the video recording projection of the two teenagers that offered points. Either way, these experiences are helping Izuku overcome his initial fear and hesitation.

The unkempt man looked downward at the principal, hoping to request something before the school orientation began. Aizawa fake-coughed, drawing the young prince's attention away from the rodent principal and back to his caretaker. "Butterfly, why don't you go to your class? It's class 1A, correct? Go on, you don't want to be late on the first day of school," Aizawa suggested, to which the little prince responded with a short apologies and a grateful wave as he sprinted past the principal before entering the massive double door.

Both adults watch the young prince race inside, the anthropomorphic principal chuckling gently at the Mewnian prince's haste to start school, while the untidy hero appears undisturbed by it all. As they lose sight of Izuku, Aizawa begins to speak to the principal now that they’re alone. “I hope you don’t mind sir, but…”

Izuku Butterfly wasn’t perturbed by the flights of stairs on the inside of the UA High floors; he lived in a much more massive castle, and treading up with so many stairs back to his room and to the garden was more challenging than this. But the stairs weren't the problem, it was the location of his classroom.

“Class 1A… 1A… come on where is it…” Izuku nervously muttered, turning his head back and forth while hurrying to the expansive halls of UA. The wide window of the elite Hero Academy created a cheerful and welcome atmosphere within the halls, which didn't require opening the light given how brilliant the outside was.

After a few more twists and turns around the maze-like hall, he finally spotted a classroom sign that stated his assigned class. The star-freckled prince breathes with relief, but is equally taken aback by the huge sliding door. “Man, this thing is huge. Are there giants here?” Izuku uttered it in still amazement and a hint of nervousness. He grips his yellow backpack strap, trying to maintain composure. “The most promising students in this dimension are waiting behind this door…”

But then his memory subconsciously recalls the two individuals he had an unfortunate brush with in the auditorium during the entrance exam: the strict boy with spectacles and the explosive, unpleasant blonde. 
 
The mere thought of those two being his classmates made the young prince's skin crawl with anxiousness, It could even rival his nervousness in monsters. He shook his head, unable to believe it was possible. The acceptance rate was just as small as it always had been: one in 300, and the accepted students were split into two classes of 20 students each. So by that, there's no likelihood that those two will walk in the same room as the star-freckled prince… right?

“Maybe we're in different classes. Maybe everyone in here is nice…” Izuku reassured himself as he summoned the fortitude from the depths of his heart as he grasped for the door handle. Not even a moment later, or when he opened the door wide enough for the young prince to enter, he heard an oh-so-familiar, stern, authoritative voice and another unsavory, distinct from the other but equally familiar, cocky comeback.
 
“Take your feet off of that desk now! It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!” The dark-haired teen with glasses firmly instructed the boy with explosive blonde hair, criticizing him for putting his right leg up on the school desk. The thought of disrespecting the prestigious academy's property, which had previously been utilized by upper-classman, offended the dark-haired teen.

However, this only fueled the explosive blonde's arrogance to take on the glasses-wearing boy. with careless, deadly pompousness and a confident smirk, while ruby red-eyes glanced at the stern teenager next to him and egotistically mocked him. “You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?”

The rude statement took the dark-haired teen aback; he couldn't utter a comeback after the explosive blonde's word, but as the mature and composed teen that he strives to be, the glasses-wearing boy changed his tactic, attempting to befriend the rude blonde. “Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy.” The dark-haired teen introduced himself with a tone of politeness yet confidence. Attempting to diffuse the tension, Iida decided to take a more diplomatic approach.

This also did not work in his favor, as the blonde scoffed and responded with arrogant and nearly threatening statements. “Somei, huh? So you must think you're better than me. I'm gonna have fun tearin' you a new one.” The explosive blonde smirked while keeping his leg on the desk, leaned forward, and squinted his eyes.

Once more, Tenya Iida, a teen wearing glasses, gasped in disbelief, disturbed by the blonde's threats. He is completely taken aback by this teenager's statements to escalate into a physical altercation. “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?” Iida replied in a disturbed tone. The explosive blonde scoffed at the taller glasses-wearing teen's reaction, rolling his ruby-red eyes away from Iida.

The explosive blonde’s ruby red eyes soon caught the sight of the new student outside of the once closed door, a foreign teen with green stars plastered both sides of his cheeks. Iida noticed the explosive teen’s head direction and soon turned his head to the door. to his surprise, it was the boy from the entrance exam.

“it’s him…”

This turned all of the heads of students who already sat on their chairs, as they looked at Izuku to which the young prince flushed with the attention towards him. “um…Hi!” the young prince nervously greeted everyone, gripping his yellow backpack straps, lightly jingling the Butterfly heirloom inside his bag.

“Good morning!” Tenya greeted back, he strode towards the nervous green , his arms moving back and forth, marching like a military and stiff as a robot. “My name is Tenya Iida fro—”

“Yeah, I‐I know.” the star-freckled prince nervously interjected, cutting off the tall, dark-haired boy. He had already deduced his identity from the loud introduction. With a slight bow of his head, Izuku performed the traditional courtesy, acknowledging Tenya. It was unusual for a prince to show deference to someone of lower status, but in this unfamiliar dimension, a gesture of greeting seemed appropriate. “I'm Izuku Butterfly. A pleasure to meet you.”

The blonde red-eyed teen scoffed once again, Butterfly? What kind of girlish last name is that? Is that dweeb some kind of delicate flower? Either way, the explosive blonde gaze turns to the other side, putting the weird surname of a bushy green foreigner at the back of his mind.

Tenya looked at the foreign teenager in front of him. “Butterfly… You realized that there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?” The bespectacled youth's expression conveyed both admiration and a hint of frustration, though not aimed at the star-freckled teen, that much was clear. “You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit. As a student, you're far superior to me.”

Another voice joined in, a pleasant sweet voice that was recognizable to the star-freckled prince. “Hey! I recognize that messed-up hair! Falling boy!” The young prince turned his head around, and to his surprise, it was the short auburn hair girl. His star-freckled green marks began to glow light pink at the sight of a pretty girl who still continued talking to the dumbfounded prince.

Then another voice joined in with the conversation of the four teenagers who were blocking the enormous entryway. "Good morning." All of the students, with the exception of a couple males, are looking at the other approaching bird-headed male teenager. "Oh, it's you again. I didn't thank you in person, so allow me to express my gratitude and say thank you for rescuing us back at the entrance exam." The bird-headed adolescent thanked the young prince, relieved that he could show his sincere appreciation to someone who saved him.

“Oh yeah!" The short-haired girl exclaimed as she and the bird-headed teen bow to the star-freckled prince. “Thank you for saving us! You were really awesome blasting that giant robot!” the auburn girl cheerly added, bouncing back as she continued to compliment the flushed young prince. The bird-headed teen nodded to the excited girl’s rapid fire of compliments, which only made the star-freckled prince’s cheek marks go deeper red with all the praises that he received in just the first day of school.

Other than his grandmother and mother, the young prince had never received so much praise from strangers, let alone from a monster-like teenager in front of him. He had conflicting sensations of flattery, motivation, and a hint of self-pity, but this made Izuku question if this praise was truly for him. For the time being, he attempts to soak up the first ever praise he receives for saving them during the entrance exam.

The star-freckled prince looked down at his red shoes, still not comfortable with the bird-headed teen, nor could the other mutant quirk students sitting peacefully calm down his racing heart. Amidst the praise, the prince felt a swirl of conflicting emotions. He wasn't accustomed to such attention, especially from strangers. A sense of discomfort gnawed at him, mingling with the rush of flattery and validation.
 
Avoiding the gaze of the other students, he focused on his shoes, feeling a tremor in his hands. The presence of so many unfamiliar faces, especially those with unique quirks, unsettled him. He longed to retreat, to find solace away from the crowd.

"What do you think we're doing today besides orientation? I wonder what our teachers are like. I can't wait to meet everyone!" the girl exclaimed enthusiastically. Her cheerful voice cut through the spiraling thoughts in his head, bringing him back to the present. He looked up slowly at the two people in front of him. The girl had a sweet smile, while the bird-headed teen beside her exuded a cool exterior, smiling brightly at him, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside.
 
The words of Aizawa ran back to him as he felt a sense of stupidity and shame crawl to his skin. He knows he can't keep acting this way, or like one at all; he can't allow his fear of monsters govern him; he has a higher responsibility to fulfill; all he needs to do is keep in mind what he promised his caretaker—that this isn't just for him, but also for everyone who enters the room with him.
 
The star-freckled prince turns to the brightly grinning girl and he can’t say that he doesn’t feel the same way as the brunette. She also attends the world's most promising hero school. Naturally, the short-haired girl felt optimistic about meeting other students who passed the examinations, plus she’s happy that she got to be classmates with the boy who saved her and the bird-headed teen at the end. The auburn girl is over the moon by it all. However, the bubbly chatter stopped as a familiar gruff voice spoke up behind the girl and the bird-headed teen.

"I'd like to welcome everyone to the UA hero course, but if you're just here to make friends, you might as well pack up now."
 
The short-haired girl and her companion turned simultaneously to see an unkempt man, visibly worn-out and exuding an air of exhaustion, confined within a yellow sleeping bag. 
 
"It only took eight seconds before you all fell silent. That won't cut it. Time is precious; rational students should grasp that," he muttered in a flat, disappointed tone, extracting a jelly pouch from the slumber bag and sipping its contents.

While the majority of the students had internal thoughts about the appearance of the adult male or why such a worn-out man was entering the classroom, one star-freckled student quickly recognized the man in question; after all, he's been living under his care for the next three years in this dimension. 
 
"Oh, mister Aizawa! I didn’t know you'd be coming here!” Izuku said. The star-freckled prince thought that his caretaker would be with the principal longer than he expected, but he didn’t expect that the unkempt man would be entering the same classroom as him.

Iida gazed at the star-freckled teen, pondering over the stranger before him. Who exactly was this man? And what connection did Butterfly have with this disheveled older individual? Could he possibly be a pro if he’s in this prestigious school of the nation? Overwhelmed by his thoughts, he finally voiced his growing confusion. "Butterfly, do you know this man?" The bespectacled teen's nod provided the answer he sought.

Before Izuku pointed out that the man is his caretaker, he was beaten to the punch by Aizawa as he announced to the whole class with a tired tone of voice. “Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher.” Every student in the room was internally shocked by it all, this man? Is their homeroom teacher!? While everyone was questioning if UA High really did hire such an ill-dressed man as a member of the teaching role, Izuku Butterfly was glad that his caretaker was going to be his teacher. A familiar face and that of his guardian at that!

He had no doubts about the unkempt man's ability to teach; after all, he had helped the young prince practice at the still-trash-heap beach. While it wasn't much, it did help him regain a little familiarity with the spells.

The disheveled man rifled through his yellow sleeping bag once more, extracting UA's PE uniform: dark blue pants with vertical white stripes and a matching short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with a stylized 'UA'. "Alright, let's get moving. Single file, everyone. Put these on and head outside. Leave your bags at your seats; time's ticking," Aizawa commanded, his voice tired yet resolute. Izuku and two tardy teens scrambled to find vacant seats for their belongings.
 
As the last few students settled in, the scruffy instructor reminded them, especially the young prince, to gear up for the upcoming assessment. "If you've got support gear, now's the time to use it. Trust me, it'll make a difference for those who need it," Aizawa advised, distributing UA's PE uniforms with a casual demeanor.

The star-freckled prince nodded, calmly retrieving his family's cherished heirloom from his yellow backpack. As he unveiled his gear, he heard one of his classmate’s voices exclaiming. “Woah! That’s some support gear you have!” When the boy with the cylindrical-shaped elbow saw such a support weapon, he shouted in surprise. As a result, other kids who had not before seen the star-freckled foreign boy's shield were taken aback.
 
“Woah! What a gear!" A small teen with balls on top of his head that made him look like a human grape gasped in awe.
 
"Absolutely! It's like something out of a high fantasy tale, with wings connected by that red crystal in the center," One pink girl exclaimed, Well, she’s not wrong though.
 
"It looks so manly! Hey man! You got a very manly support gear! Where'd ya get one?" the spiky red-haired boy boisterously complimented the star-freckled prince about his shield.
 
"While his shield looks exceptional, my magnifique belt is far more dazzling!" declared a familiar, confident blonde with a sparkle in his eyes, though none of his peers seemed to notice or hear his declaration.
 
The murmur of amazement at his shield made the young prince flush once again. He couldn’t blame them; he too was still amazed by its appearance and the fact that the heirloom changed its look to match its user, which made him feel incredibly special.

“Stop oggling around; we don’t have to waste precious time on compliments," Aizawa warned. He looked at the young prince as the aforementioned teen walked up to him. The unkempt hero rummaged once again in his yellow sleeping bag and handed Izuku his uniform. After passing over the soft fabric, Aizawa mumbled something beneath his breath that only he and the young prince in front of him were able to hear. "Sorry kid."

The apology caught him off guard which evidently caused Izuku to stare at his caretaker in confusion, as it is already written on his face. The young Mewnian prince was perplexed as to why Aizawa apologized and what had prompted him to say sorry without context. Before he could articulate a word out of his lips, the unkempt hero jumped the gun as he turned his attention back to the class of new students.

"Now that everyone has their P.E. uniform, head to the changing room immediately—no more wasting time," Aizawa announced, his voice carrying the usual tired undertone. He watched his students file out of the room, their reactions a mix of excitement and anxiety. He could guess the source of their worries: the school orientation. He couldn't help but think, Too bad for them; school orientation isn't something to be anxious about.

“What? A Quirk assessment test?”

After dressing into their jumpsuits in the changing area, the unkempt man took the entire class outside to a large field. The students are currently standing on the dry ground of a testing area; the expansive field itself hosts a variety of physical activities and fitness tests, including what the young prince believed was a long jump sandpit.
 
However, a quirk assessment test wasn’t the first thought when it came to the minds of many students, considering it’s the first day of school. They were mostly concerned about schoolwork and ceremonies; with this, the short-haired auburn girl spoke out her worries about their orientation. “But orientation! We're gonna miss it!”

The unkempt hero doesn’t seem to be the least bit worried about missing orientation; one ceremony means nothing when he’s about to put the class through. “If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies.” He replied to the girl’s worries. “Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.” This prompted the students to remain silent,  and while the young homeschooled prince didn't find it strange, the others were taken aback, contemplating the unorthodox approach their teacher took in running their class.

Aizawa took out a cellphone, and on the electronic device's screen contained several physical activities noted in sections. “You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before.”

“The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn.” He stated. While it sounded biased, he did not lie. It's simply the way society works nowadays; no matter how many believe that everyone is equally the same; it's those same people who elevate certain individuals, fueling heroes' popularity and making it a contest for the spotlight..

Black, tired eyes landed on the explosive student. “Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?” Aizawa asked the explosive teen.

“Sixty‐seven meters, I think.” the explosive blonde named; Bakugo replied.

Aizawa nodded as he dug through his pocket and tossed a ball device at the explosive teen who caught with ease. “Right. Try doing it with your Quirk.” The unkempt man moved aside as Bakugo walked towards the center circle of the throwing area. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time.” Aizawa flatly instructed Bakugo.

In turn, the explosive blonde prepared himself with a warm-up as he stretched his arms and prepared his throwing stance, similar to that of a baseball pitcher. Bakugo let out a loud growl as a stronger explosion emerged from his hand, slightly heating the air from the sidelines where students were observing. The ball soared up into the blue sky resembling a blazing fireball, propelling as it made a few circular airflows.

The young prince as well as other students were amazed by the sheer power that the blonde teenager displayed. The star-freckled prince wished he had brought his hero analysis notebook with him. If this is how one of his classmates quirk works, he's giddy to find out the rest of his peers' quirks and how versatile or creative their special abilities are.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.” Aizawa continued, and after soaring through the air, the ball finally slowed its momentum and bounced back to the ground. The moment the electronic ball hits the dry ground, the phone faintly beeps in his fingers. He turned around, facing the whole class once more. The unkempt man raises his hand that is holding the electronic device, revealing the explosive blonde's throw meters. “It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.”

Most of the class gasped at the number that was on the screen, 705 meters! Bakugo's throw made the electronic ball soar such a wide meter through using his quirk. 
 
“Whoa, 705 meters, are you kidding me?” The male with yellow mustard color-haired with lightning-shaped streak on the left of his side fringe teenager call out in flabbergasted.
 
“I wanna go! That looks like fun!” The girl with pastel pink skin, and small yellow antenna sticking out of her puffy short hair cheered excitedly, clasping her hands together. 
 
“This is what I'm talkin' about, usin' our Quirks as much as we want!” The teenager with a large cylinder for elbows exclaimed grinning at the prospect of the assessment test using their abilities.

However, the pastel pink girl’s statement would prove her undoing. “So this looks fun, huh?” The unkempt man voices out in a flat tone, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere became tense as the students noticed the underlying tone of sternness.

“Idiots…” he grinned. “Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately.”

The students' shell-shocked eyes and loud gasps reverberated around the training field; the declaration washed away the colors of the class of promising students. Mixed emotions of unjustified and distress are written on their faces, but being terrified of the prospect of immediate expulsion outweighs any other feelings they are now dealing with.
 
But one teenager who hits the hardest with the upcoming physical test is the royalty himself, Izuku Butterfly. If it were merely a physical test, the star-freckled prince wouldn't have a hard time acing the examination with flying colors. The primary issue is that he will be wielding it with his shield; the spells, which he has yet to master, will be his most difficult test, possibly more so than the entrance examination. His output of the spells is either uncontrollable, on maximum, or none and there are eight tests that he'll do with magic. The Mewnian prince looked at his strapped shield on his arm. He clenched his fist as he mused about what he’s going to do at this point?

“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand?” Aizawa continued, he held his hair, parting the loosely unkempt dark long strands, as he revealed his mocking dry eyes accompanied with a devilish grin. “If that's a problem, you can head home right now.”

This prompted the auburn, short-haired girl to speak out against Aizawa's demands. “You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair! ”She expresses grievance wondering how a teacher could demand such a thing. They worked so hard to get into this prestigious heroic institution, only to be expelled right away because one failed the assessment.

However, this did not make the unkempt teacher show any shred of empathy. “Oh, and you think natural disasters are?” This shut the auburn hair girl to be taken aback, as she did not speak any further. “Or power‐hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra‐style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here.”
 
Aizawa did not sugarcoat nor hold back in his words; it’s either that these teenagers bury their heads on the ground or stand up straight. Whether or not his assessment is harsh or seems unnecessary for the first day, it's neither unrelated nor relevant to him. This is an institution that will pluck those pests and weeds to ensure they never deprived the crop of its full potential.

As Iida took out his water bottle, he reflected that he did not approve of Aizawa's hazing method, but it’s not like he has other choices left. UA is the top hero program, and its high expectations and standards aren’t something he’ll turn a blind eye to.
 
The disheveled man's words became the students' determination, as some teenagers' eyes glittered with resolve or fear of being expelled. Either way, it's certain that the aspiring heroes, or in the case of the young prince, aspiring leader, would not hold back during the assessment test.

“Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.” Aizawa opened his phone once again, pressing the first list of the assessment while leading the class to go to the two long lines of marked track, with measuring machinery at the end. "The first test is a 50-meter dash, that device over there will measure your speeds.” the unkempt man said, turning his head towards the class as he called out the first two students. “Tsuyu Asui, Tenya Iida, you’re up first.”

The glasses-wearing male teen and another short girl with sea green long hair reaching to her waist with the ends tied together at the bottom in a large bow of hair walked up to the starting blocks, both in a kneeling position.

“Runners, on your marks.” the measuring device’s automated voice announced. “Ready!” A gunshot rings out, and the race begins. Tenya ran at high speeds, leaving a trail of light smoke behind him as well as from the source: his engine leg calves. With this quirk, he ran faster than anyone else. “3.04 seconds.” The machinery announced his speed for rushing through the 50-meter track in such a short period of time.
 
Not long after, the girl with a bow hair named Tsuyu Asui not only did not run but leaped into the air, much like frogs do, and finished the race just a few seconds behind Iida, clocking in at 5.58 seconds.

Following Iida and Tsuyu's race, the homeroom teacher announces the names of an auburn short-haired girl and a male teen with a completely hairless tail, save at the tip. As their short dash race begins, the boy with a tail, Mashirao Ojiro, utilizes his tail to boost himself up by slapping his tail on the ground with force, while the girl named Ochako Uraraka only runs normally.

The unkempt man subtly glanced at Izuku. It's no surprise, at least to Aizawa, that the young prince looked fascinated with the students' utilization of quirks. He noticed that his ward is standing with the class and noted the fact that the young prince seemed to still be putting a distance with mutant students, shaking in probably both from the challenge of the assessment test and the abnormal appearance of his peers. The unkempt man slightly furrowed his brow but let it go for the time being.

Now is not the time to reassure the young prince. For the time being, the homeroom teacher prefers to separate his responsibilities in different areas when appropriate, and right now, he's identifying the upper boundaries of each student's abilities to assist him in determining their room for progress. It becomes obvious what they can and cannot achieve. Their true potential. He turned back to the next runners, gruffly calling two students to the roster. “Mina Ashido, Yuga Aoyama, you’re up.”

A pastel pink skin girl walked up to the starting line, taking off her shoes and sock, leaving her in bare feet. The students looked at the girl name; Mina in questioning but the pastel girl doesn't seem perturbed by the gaze as she positions herself into a running stance. However, the flamboyant blonde did not have the same idea nor position himself like Mina.

“Nice attempts mon amis. But you're just not showing enough panache!” Yuga confidently commented on the previous runners as he turned his back to the running track. 
 
The gunshot rang out, and the flamboyant blonde leaped into the air, his belt emitting a sparkling periwinkle laser. The blast propelled him forward, but the glittery beam soon fizzled out, causing Yuga Aoyama to plummet. He landed ungracefully on his back, his jumpsuit now smeared with dust from the dry ground.
 
Mina, the pastel pink girl, used her corrosive liquid to slide effortlessly towards the finish line. The flamboyant blonde watched as she glided past, not wasting any more time. He stood up and replicated his earlier performance, clocking in at an impressive 5.51 seconds.

A normal person would be embarrassed or feel a sense of mortification from being too confident and self-assured about themselves, only leading to fail their grand entrance. However, Yuga Aoyama doesn't seem to be shaken nor show any abashed expression as he continues to smile amidst his mistake and even seem sparkling, while ignoring the fact that the rear of his PE outfit is coated with filth.

“Shooting my beautiful beam for more than a second hurts my tummy.” He explained his quirk’s weakness with confidence, twisting his head to look at the unimpressed students. However, Izuku does not appear to have the same expression as his fellow peers. The flamboyant blonde's use of his quirk prompted the Mewnian prince to come up with an idea—probably a stupidly, potentially dangerous idea, but he doesn't have any other options. He could already imagine the backlash that his body will feel later on.

When his name and the explosive blonde name Katsuki Bakugou were called to undertake the 50-meter sprint test, the young prince swiftly loosened his shield, which was attached to his left arm. He quickly moved his other arm on top of the other. While the star-freckled teen was busy hazily adjusting his shield’s straps with his teeth, Bakugo looked at the scene in annoyance, growing increasingly irritated with how slow his opponent was.

Others, on the other hand, don’t appear to be on the same level of frustration as Bakugo's; they're more akin to curious as to what he’s doing, but three students who witnessed beforehand what the star-freckled teen’s power could do now understand his action.

"Oh, oh! Is he doing the same thing as before?!" Uraraka excitedly exclaimed. She watched the foreign teen in the entrance exam and what he could do with his gear, heck, front view and centered. Iida nodded in similar agreement, and so does the bird-headed teen. This piqued more student interest in the trio's brief mutual approval.

From the sidelines and behind the building, three adults peek their nosey, wandering eyes from around the corner, observing the busy students. "So..." Present Mic whispered, breaking the stillness among the trio of hiding adults. “That's the kid Shouta's been looking after, huh? Do you guys think that this little listener’s documents are legit?”
 
Midnight hummed. “We’re here now, right? So let’s just watch the little guy in action." The R-rated hero turned her head to the number-one pro-hero beside them. “Also, why are you here, All Might?”

The question directed at him made the older blonde splutter a little, but he regained focus. “Well, I too am curious about the prince. It’s not everyday that someone tells me that the kingdom of Mewni is actually real. I just didn’t think it was in another dimension, nor did I think about other dimensions being real.” All Might explained, As the Symbol of Peace, he has encountered various villains, heroes, and situations, but the concept of other dimensions and a kingdom like Mewni being real is something entirely new to him.

In the past, All Might dismissed the idea of Mewni as a mere legend, similar to the lost city of Atlantis or el dorado at that point. However, now that he has concrete evidence of its existence through the presence of Izuku Butterfly. The young prince who idolizes him or what his always tired colleague spoke about the young prince’s personality when his coworkers and also guiltily himself asked, nevertheless his curiosity is piqued. It's not every day that someone tells you a legendary kingdom is real, let alone in another dimension.

All Might's curiosity extends beyond mere disbelief turning into belief. He genuinely wants to learn more about the kingdom of Mewni and its connection to the earth. The fact that Izuku Butterfly looks up to him and recognizes him as a hero brings a sense of joy and surprise to All Might. It's a testament to the influence he has as the Symbol of Peace, reaching even the farthest corners of different dimensions. The number one hero could help but took pride and felt giddy about it.

The voice hero watched how the rookie teacher's face lit up like a child eagerly anticipating Christmas Eve, and as Present Mic, he couldn't help but point out the smiling. "If I hadn't known you were All Might, I might have mistook your quirk for something flowery and bright with that smile." He softly teases the number one pro-hero, chuckles at his coworker's comment, appreciating the lighthearted banter.

After a few seconds of Izuku Butterfly wrestling with his shield’s strap, now with both arms bound to each other, he finally sped towards his starting line. As he walked past the explosive blonde, the young prince swore he heard Bakugo mutter something, but it was so muffled and quiet that he didn’t understand half of it.

As he stood on his side of the track, instead of positioning himself in a running position like everyone who did the dash, the young prince turned his back on the track, just like how Aoyama did in his sprint test. He then closes his eyes, trying to maintain focus and trying to halt his nervousness as he mutters under his breath. “Brutum…” Suddenly, a ball of electricity glows from the ruby-red crystal, with small sparks escaping the charging ball.

As the other students watched the star-freckled teen with interest, one of them felt a jolt of both surprise and alarm at the sight of the unknown electricity. “Uh, guys… maybe we should step back a little,” the golden-haired boy nervously suggested, hastily grabbing the arms of the red-haired teen and the girl with plug-like earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes, leaving them both confused.

"Woah, man, why?” The dyed red-headed teen asked.
 
"Yeah, what’s the deal?” the girl added.
 
The others also looked bewildered by the blonde’s warning but complied with his heed, stepping away from the track but not far enough to watch the runners.

“Runners on your marks! ready!” the automated voice recited. As the sound of the gunshot was fired, the young prince jumped into the air and shouted the final word of the spell. “Fulmen!”

Like a speeding bullet and as loud as one, a thunderous sound reverberates through the testing field. A bolt of blinding lightning escapes the prince's shield and strikes a single faraway tree, causing it to shatter into thousands of pieces and evaporate into dust before the students are able to react. Within the blink of an eye, the young prince is rolling outside the track, his body crashing to the ground, sustaining cuts and collecting scrapes and dirt on his jumpsuit. Not a moment later, he felt a familiar material wrap around his body, bringing his quick rolling to a standstill.

“0.5 microseconds!” The measuring device announced Izuku’s dash. His classmates gasped in amazement at the star-freckled foreigner's speed and power; the notion that the bushy green teen got a microsecond in his 50-meter dash is mind-boggling, but they watch how the power damages the teen, as evidenced by the light cuts on his face, and what was once a tree has become dust.
 
While the students marveled at the star-freckled teens' record, Aizawa approached the teen in question. 
 
"Are you okay, Butterfly?" He queried his ward, his fatigued face tinged with concern as he examined the mewnian prince’s cuts and scrapes. The scruffy man had not anticipated the young prince's decision to employ that magic; perhaps he could ask Glossaryck about other spells Izuku could utilize.

The binding cloth positions the teen stand-up straight and releases its hold on Izuku. The young prince nodded at his caretaker, now a homeroom teacher. “Y-yeah, I'm alright.” he said, disoriented and shaken by the thumbled that he just went through.

The unkempt man furrowed his brow deeper, looking at the dazed young prince in front of him. “Can you still do this? You can go to recovery girl for those cuts.” Aizawa suggested. 
 
The star-freckled prince shook his head, seemingly trying to look unfazed by the blast that it aided him to propel at a fast speed. He looked at Aizawa with determination, no hint of backing or going to the sidelines, most likely still apprehensive about the unkempt man’s declaration of immediate expulsion. “I’ll be alright; I can still do this.” Izuku replied without hesitation, but his tone doesn’t hide his underlying shakiness.

“Oh man! And I thought I'm going to stand out!” The blonde with a black streak pouted as a tiny electricity left his pointed finger.
 
Classmates on the left and right glanced at the star-freckled kid in amazement, while three students appeared perplexed. Of course, they're still astonished by the star-freckled kid's speed, especially because a certain boy with engines elicited a fair dose of jealousy mixed with a hint of intrigue.

"Wait, didn't he do that against the huge robot?" the brunette girl inquired, tilting her head. Her tone suggested she was unimpressed, though she quickly waved her hands wildly, trying to dispel the notion. "Not that I'm complaining or anything! I just thought he'd do that, you know? Do you know what I mean?" She reassured the two boys beside her, her voice trembling slightly as she attempted to explain the maneuver she had observed during the entrance exam.

"I, too, found it strange..." Iida stated calmly, as the birdheaded teen nodded in accord. Thankfully, the two adolescents appear to be on the same page as her, causing the girl to exhale with relief.
 
"It appears he used the same blast against the giant robot in the entrance exam, but not the same blast he used to propel himself towards it," he remarked, looking at the star-freckled teenager who was dusting himself off, as Iida adjusted his glasses with puzzlement behind him.
 
"The real question is, what kind of quirk does he have at his disposal?" the bird-headed youngster remarked, nonchalantly crossing his arms as he peered down from the teen's face to the shield attached to his arm. "Or should I say, what power does he hold…" The brunette girl glanced at the bird-headed kid, comical sweat beads forming on her forehead. She wasn't concerned, but rather, puzzled by his cryptic words.

Amidst the buzzing students, Katsuki Bakugo glared at the scraped-up, star-freckled teen. He had been upstaged, upstaged by a total extra. Clenching his sparking hands, he clicked his tongue in frustration. Whatever, he thought, it’s not like this starry-eyed extra is any good. Just like the dirt collected on his jumpsuit, this kid was insignificant. His explosion quirk was far superior to any other extra in this field, or even in this entire school.