Morning came without a hitch. The moment Classic opened his eyes, he was met with a furious teacher. Giving a sheepish smile he reluctantly climbed from the bed. Aizawa scowled as he rubbed his eyes. He tossed clothes toward Classic before leaving the room, leaving him confused. Observing the fabric, he felt a frown crest his face. He was so used to his slippers and relaxed wardrobe that a uniform seemed nothing beside a permanent irritation. Sighing, he slid into the clothes, noting they fit perfectly. Fixing the tie, he hurried from the room before catching up to Aizawa.

He wasn't entirely sure where they were going. The supposed Principle had requested time to speak to Classic, but it was not mandatory in that moment. Aizawa had explained he had a class to teach, the same one Classic was to attend. It was a bit terrifying meeting new faces, especially humans. With his past, humans were the last thing he wanted to encounter.

"I'll enter before you and announce you as a new student. Enter after you hear that, understood?" There was a long silence before Classic nodded. Aizawa frowned before sliding the door open, his voice quieting the students inside. "Morning class... There is a new student today personally selected by the Principle and staff. Treat him well and don't pick fights Bakugou!"

"Buzz off! I'll fight whom I want!" Aizawa sighed before glancing toward Classic. He entered quietly, a calm expression on his face. He hunched slightly as his hands were shoved into his pocket. Tired eyes focused on each student, his hand leaving his pocket for a moment to wave before returning.

"Heya! Name's Sans, but you can call me Classic. Pleasure to meet you all and hope to get to know you!" Tsuyu widened her eyes as she waved, Classic smiling. The class gave confused looks as Aizawa spoke up.

"If I remember correctly, you and Tsuyu have met already. Take the seat beside her for now." Classic nodded before walking over. She beamed seeing him sit beside her, his smile still warming.

"I'm glad you're okay Classic!" He chuckled before instinctively pressing his hand to his chest. It was weird to be alive at times. Resets left him in a constant flux. He was so used to death that it didn't scare him. He knew nothing about the current state he was in and yet risked it all for a random person. "You okay?"

"Yeah... Just bad memories is all! Any way, mind giving me a tour of the school after class?" Tsuyu smiled as she nodded, both ignoring the glares and constant stares from the other classmates. Aizawa had been focused on the new student. He was a mystery, yet was as gentle as a leaf moving with the breeze. Not an ounce of the kid gave off a threatening air. Without much time to investigate the kid, Aizawa had grown fond of him. He hoped Classic was the change they needed. Sighing lightly, he focused on the board as he mumbled through the lesson.

Class had been a drag for Classic. Learning was simple for him, especially when one knows everything taught. He had found it entertaining when the teacher dozed during class. Most student started talking and fooling around. To say the least, Classic felt a longing for the school. Almost everyone was kind to him and nothing like Frisk during Genocide. Almost all... One student irritated Classic by simply speaking simple words. His anger was easy to read and he was merely a bully at heart. People like him was what was wrong with society.

"So, want to go on that tour now, or later?" Tsuyu drew Classic from his thoughts as he shrugged.

"Whichever is easier for you!" Before she could speak, Classic felt himself internally swear when Bakugou spoke up from the back of the room. His tone was laced in his usual venom.

"Oh, get a room!" Tsuyu lowered her head as Classic bit against his cheek. He turned to see green hair pop into view, a gentle smile directed toward him. A hand was outstretched. Taking it, he listened as the green haired kid spoke softly.

"Sorry about Kacchan... He is always rude, so ignore him. Name's Midoriya Izuku! I saw you at the training and I have to say, that was amazing! You were really strong..."

"Oh god, here we go again. Quit fanboying fucking nerd!" There was no time to react as Classic rose from the chair. Tension grew in the room as he stalked toward the blond, most terrified for the outcome. Aizawa had stirred from his sleep, but remained silent. He was excited to see someone knock Bakugou around a bit.

"What's your problem kid? You obviously have anger problems and I'm guessing it comes from your insecurities. Listen here you shit, chill out for once. Of all the students, you're the most pompous of them. No wonder you sit alone and never have people start conversations with you. Your ego takes too much of you personal space! Keep up the act and I promise..." Bakugou froze as blue radiated from Classic's eyes. A wicked grin was on his face as raised a glowing hand. His face drew closer as his words reached Bakugou. They were icy cold. For once Bakugou was terrified. "You'll have a !"

"Classic, calm down... We're fine, I promise! Let's go..." His eyes lost it's glow as he scowled toward Bakugou. Most noticed the slight trembling, a grin pressing to Classic as he walked away. Midoriya and Tsuyu followed him before stopping as Bakugou spoke up. His words were fragmented as he tried to regain his composure.

"I want a fight!" There was a long pause before Classic glanced toward Aizawa. The teacher shrugged before Classic sighed. He could hear the two beside him begging him to refuse, but Classic felt himself grow excited at the thought of a fight. At least this one he could win.

"What's in it for me?" Bakugou forced an awkward smile before speaking.

"Whatever you want!"

"If I win, apologize to everyone you've wronged and change. Stop being rude for no reason. Everyone has good in their heart, so find it and act on it." There was a look of defeat in Bakugou's eyes as he nodded, Midoriya dropping his gaze to the floor.

"If I win, leave this school. Never come back and give up on the dream of being a hero, just as that nerd should have!" Tears fell down Midoriya's face as Classic noticed. He gently placed a hand on the trembling boy's shoulder before laughing softly.

"You've got a deal. Let me give a warning though, one that you should take to heart. I'm not even close to you humans. Don't flatter yourself believing me leaving this school will do a thing. I'm new to this whole ordeal, so I never had dreams to become a hero. Where I'm from, nothing could change my views. I live for myself and those I care about. Any not on the list will suffer when they target my friends and family. That includes the two beside me. Rotten kids like you should be ! See you on the field later." Nothing was said as he left, Midoriya and Tsuyu following after him. Bakugou was left speechless as everyone simply was too shocked to speak.

Classic stood on the platform for the fight, his hands resting in his pockets. He was expecting Bakugou to show early, but surprisingly he was late. His eyes were narrowed, a light bloodlust in the air. His anger was clear to all. Aizawa scowled before stepping to the center. He glanced at both students before scratching his head lightly.

"I want a clean fight. Don't go killing nobody, got it?" Classic nodded, his eyes shifting to Bakugou. While he could guarantee not killing Bakugou, he wasn't sure it worked the other way. Bakugou was in a frenzy. Classic could see the numerous thoughts flashing over him. Sighing, he waited for Aizawa to signal the fight.

"START THE FIGHT ALREADY!" Bakugou's screaming drew irritation over Aizawa as he signaled the fight to begin. Classic felt a bit bad for the teacher. How he had dealt with Bakugou left numerous questions.

He had been focused on Aizawa as Bakugou took it as a signal to attack. HE had been hoping to take the new student off guard. Sparks ignited from his hands as he shot forward at a high speed, his hands switching to before him. Classic was still looking away, unmoving. More sparks flashed before igniting, an explosion growing around the new student. Rubble and dust rose to the air as more explosions were released. Bakugou had given up on mercy entirely. His goal was obvious to all. Midoriya tried to call for the teacher, but Aizawa's eyes were determined. He held belief in the new student. After taking down a Nomu without effort, there was no way Bakugou could do damage. He had never been more right.

The moment the dust settled and Bakugou calmed down, they watched as a figure stood behind a wall of bones. Black scorched the front, but the student remained untouched. He yawned slightly before grinning. His voice was raised, his tone mocking.

"That the best you got? Honestly, the kid had more punch than you. Guess it's my turn, huh?" Bakugou readied to attack again but froze as bone shot around him. Blue hues engulfed the bones as Bakugou tries to move. He yelped as pain rocketed through him. Classic sighed before leaning back slightly. "Look kid, I wouldn't move. Blue means stop, you know? Any who, just give up. You're stuck and there isn't an escape!"

"I'll prove you wrong!" Classic saw the sparks, his eyes widening slightly.

"I wouldn't do that... You'll just injure yourself..." His words fell short as another explosion rocked the area. A scream was audible over the sounds as the dust once more settled. Bakugou stood slumped, his clothes scorched. Burns pressed to his skin as Classic noticed he was out cold. Sighing, he released the bones before watching the boy fall to the ground. Frowning he stepped from the stage, ignoring his new classmates stares.

"What happened up there?" Aizawa glanced at Classic, the male shrugging.

"I told him not to attack. My attacks can't be broken by something as weak as an explosion. Only one person has the chance to hurt me, and it isn't that kid on the ground. I'm headed back inside to sleep, so see you tomorrow teach..." Aizawa nodded as he glanced at Bakugou. He was impressed but slightly terrified. The new kid was unscathed and Bakugou was out cold. No one knew Classic's true strength. Aizawa felt a chill run through him as he racked through his mind. He had a feeling no one would want to see the day Classic went at full strength. He felt like no one would stand a chance. Or that nothing would remain standing.