Chapter 1

"Hurry, hurry we're gonna miss the flight!" Julia screamed, sprinting for the gate as fast as she could. The rest of the class followed her, past the ramp and down the stairs to the lower level of the Boston airport, which was linear, but still easy to get lost in. The group dashed up and down the hall over and over again until they finally found their gate, 2B, and were a panting mess (except for Leo) as they boarded.

"Holy shit Joo you had us running the perimeter of the fucking building," Charlie panted, moving strands of her dyed hair, which was pink, away from her face as she plopped down on an empty seat. Emilia sat down next to her, turning her wrist to glance at her wrist watch. It read 00:00, meaning that Julia had overreacted over literally nothing since they didn't have to board for another thirty minutes.

"What the hell was the rush for," she scowled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"S-sorry I was just really excited. And this trip was pretty expensive so I didn't want us to be late..."

"Just read you watch next time around.."

Julia merely hummed in response, starring at the bagged, sleepy eyes of the rest of her companions. Emilia rubbed her eyes, trying to contemplate how exactly Julia was even remotely awake at this moment, since so one else was. Carson's (who sat directly in front of him) usually neatly combed hair was tattered and messy, probably because he had just woken up. Charlie, who was next to him, was hunched over in her chair, clutching the large frogged stuffed animal she'd had since she was a child in her arms, using its soft body as a pillow as she drifted off into sleep. Khalid took one for the team, as he often does, sitting on the floor and leaning himself up against Ghala's ginormous suitcase, his headphones covering his ears as he closed his eyes.

'Huh, where is Ghala..' Emilia pondered, trying her best to stay awake. She glanced around the room to find that Roy was also missing; perhaps they were in the bathroom. Emilia glared at Julia, who was bouncing in her seat excitedly at the thought of stepping—or rather, flying— out of the country. She had to admit the bouncing was a little annoying

"What's got you so jumpy?" She asked, barely above a whisper. Julia stopped, fixing herself into a more comfortable position, scooting to the edge of her seat and leaning on the handle of her duffle bag.

"This is my very first time out of the country so I'm just really excited!" She beamed. "I wonder what kind of people we'll meet or food we'll eat or places we'll see or—" she paused, twirling her hair nervously "sorry there I go again.."

Emilia felt herself smile a bit as Julia spoke. Her childish nature was certainly endearing, even if it was hard to bear with at times. Well it wasn't so much a childish nature than it was having a 6 year old in a in a 17 year old's body; being far too innocent for her own good, having an unnatural (and unhealthy) love for candy. Loving stuffed animals would possibly fall under that category, but Emilia threw that out the window as soon as she saw Charlie, the supposedly too cool for baby stuff girl, with a giant stuffed frog.

She glanced at her wrist watch again, the time reading 00:15, and began to become concerned as to Ghala's whereabouts since if she didn't come in the next 15 minutes, they'd leave her behind (not that'd that do anything anyways).

Another 7 minutes ticked by, and this is when Emilia started to get a little antsy. Ghala was still gone. Nobody said anything at first, thinking that she'd show eventually. But when another when another 2 minutes passed, and Julia began jerking everyone awake and fixing their boarding passes, she found that Ghala was still missing.

"Hey guys where's Ghala? She still hasn't turned up yet."

Charlie lifted her head off of her stuffed animal, shoving it into her bag and setting it in front of her feet. Her eyes darted around the room as she raked a hand through her hair, checking each of the rows she could see to check if Ghala had moved.

"We could honestly just leave her. Worst case scenario she just goes in her private jet," she retorted.

Roy, who'd been chugging a bottle of water, snorted—which soon turned into a coughing fit as he choked on it. Soon the entire group erupted into laughter, even earning a light chuckle from Leo.

"Augh, I thought I was gonna die,'' he choked out. Julia hopped over to him, extending an arm and wrapping it around him in a loose, friendly hug.

"That sounded like a dying hyena," she giggled.

"Nah I think a suffocating whale is a little closer."

"Hmm, suffocating whale—I haven't heard that one," she snorted, skipping over to her carry on bag and pushing the button on the center of the handle to extend it. She rolled it over to the front desk, gesturing the rest of the group to come along with her. Emilia rose from her seat, trailing her backpack with one hand, raking the other through her tousled locks. She trotted over to Julia's side, setting her bag on the ground and coiling her hair into a messy, but still presentable bun.

As the rest of the crowd filed into the most disorganized humanly imaginable, the faint clicking of high heels could be heard. Emilia averted her eyes from the closed door of the cabin entrance to see Ghala shoving her way through a cluster of people, her phone glued to her ear and the usual sour expression on her face.

"You can tell your children they won't be having a Christmas this year," she spat, lifting the phone from her ear with a barely audible 'ugh' and hanging up. She gave a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes.

"I swear if one more person calls me, I'm going to eviscerate them," she seethed, shoving the phone in her bag. Carson stepped over from behind Leo, who towered over him, quirking a brow,"Where were you? You were gone for like half an hour."

"I was in a meeting with the most insufferable employees ever. I've fired two of them."

"Ah."

Ghala opened her mouth to vent, but she was cut off by the blaring intercom of the airport asking for their class to board the plane. Well, technically they asked for military personnel to board, but they still fell under that category— in a sense.

They all scanned their boarding passes, but when Roy went to scan his, he was more concerned with hitting on the flight attendant (who was pretty unimpressed by his attempts) than actually boarding the plane. Emilia gave an impatient huff before swiping her ticket and pinching Roy's earlobe and dragging him with her.

"OW!"

Emilia only glared at him in response, letting go of her grip on his ear before stepping into then cabin of the plane. The hollow inside of the plain was larger than she though, the isle was quite spacious, dim lights illuminating the dark interior. Dark leather seats rowed the inside of the plane, and after flopping down into one, Emilia could take a sigh of relief since they were both comfortable and large. Towards the nose of the plane, which was where they were sitting, the seats were in pairs and usually Roy would opt to join his sister, but this time Leo took a seat next to her, drumming his white fingers against the arm rest nervously.

Roy sat across from them next to Khalid, the two of them sharing a set of earbuds that fed music into their ears. Carson and Charlie were cuddled up in a blanket together, falling into a deep sleep before anybody could disturb them. Julia hopped into the window seat directly behind Emilia, childishly staring out at the bright lights of the runway. Ghala slid into the seat adjacent to her, scooting around to consider the seat before relaxing her position, propping her head on her hand, and going to sleep.

Emilia stared out the window, gathering her thoughts. She wasn't sure about the whole ambassador thing; it was so new to her. Where would they be staying, who would pay? It was all on such short notice. Her uneasiness was as steady as the drumming of Leo's fingers, which completely ceased after she grabbed his hand make him stop. She averted her eyes to look at him (though not directly) and he flinched, tearing his face away as her grip lingered. Emilia scanned him, raising a brow and letting go, shoving her hand in her pocket as the plane slowly began to drag itself onto the runway.

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The flight was supposed to be 23 hours, but it certainly felt longer—at least to her. Leo didn't talk much; the few times he spoke were to tell her that the flight attendant had brought snacks, and even then he would only mutter 'she's here'. Emilia then decided enough was enough and she pulled her phone out, tossing it to flip it so that the screen faced her and shuffling her playlist, letting herself drown in the endless amounts of 80's rock she had saved.

Leo shuffled in his seat, hooking his finger on the edge his hood to take if off, revealing his loose white curls. He stole a glance from Emilia and kept staring once he realized she wasn't paying attention. His eyes rolled down her figure, and stopping at her calves as he noticed that they were littered in goosebumps. He contemplated giving her his blanket or jacket, but decided not to. He simply ignored her, rolling over as to face away from her, burying his face in the soft fabric of his blanket.

Julia poked her head through the gap between the seats, tapping Leo in the shoulder, startling him. He whipped around to face Julia, who was mere inches from his face. He wasn't embarrassed by it, he was more so annoyed that something like that scared him. Julia scooted back a bit, resting her cheek in her palm to meet him at eye level.

"What do you want?" He scoffed. Julia snorted and rolled her eyes, making him more irritated.

She sighed,"When are you gonna tell her?"

"Tell her what?" He pressed, narrowing his eyes

"That you're leaving," she affirmed, quirking a brow. Leo's eyes widened at her statement, darting around the cabin as he thought about what to say.

"I'm not," he answered eventually. Julia's brows seemed to connect as they pressed together, coupled with her confused expression.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said. Why would she need to know in the first place? It's not her damn business, nor is it yours."

"Yeah, yeah," she said coyly, before squirming her way back into her own chair.

Leo huffed, rolling over into his original position and drifting into sleep.

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Emilia's eyes fluttered open, quickly adjusting to her surroundings. She pulled her phone from her pocket, pausing her music whilst checking the time; it read 23:00. She yanked her earbuds out and wrapped them around her phone before tucking it into her backpack. Emilia took a glance a Leo, checking if he was awake—he wasn't. He was fast asleep and his usually tense face looked...peaceful.

Emilia could hear the conversation of her fellow classmates since her ears weren't being folded with music. They were generally about stupid things, as many of their talks were. Roy was going on about how amazing Freddy Mercury was, though he wasn't wrong. Charlie was rambling about how much of a hag her grandmother was but that quickly deluded into the change of Venezuela's president, which had he smiling from ear to ear.

"WOAH!" Julia exclaimed from behind her. "So many lights!"

Emilia immediately opened her window, and true to Julia's word, there were 'so many lights'. The city almost seemed to have no darkness at all, the colorful neon lights of downtown Tokyo illuminating the area like fire flies in a forest. Emilia had to admit the lights were pretty, until they reached the innermost part of the city where the lights began to blind her. She didn't shut her window, only sliding down in her seat as the wheels of the plane lowered, casting hulled vibrations throughout the cabin.

Oh thank god it's over...was the only thing she could think, since— let's just say—being stuck in a small seat for 23 hours wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world.

At long last, the wheels touched the runway, the plane speeding across the track before skidding to a halt and parking at the gate. The class instantly rose from the chairs, gathering their bearings and trudging off the plane. They sat in the waiting area for the Colonel, who bought his ticket late and thus had to sit away from everyone else.

Eventually, he came through the door, thanking the flight attendant with kind eyes before a stern expression covered his face, staring his students down. He scanned the class for a moment before speaking.

"You guys better have grabbed your stuff. We don't have time to look for lost shit."

"Don't worry, we got everything Colonel," Julia chirped with a toothy grin.

"Then let's go," he ordered, already taking his leave.

"Yessir," the class said unanimously, quiet enough to not catch the attention of others, but still loud enough for their teacher to hear. They all followed him like little ducklings, never falling behind, but never passing him either. The group passed through the glass doors of the entrance, the soft voice of an employee saying 'kitekurete arigato' echoed behind them as the doors closed.

" 'Siddown, and don't move," the colonel barked, dialing a number. "I'm getting us a ride."

Julia looked at Emilia with a perturbed expression, Emilia gesturing towards the colonel in response. Julia seemed to understand what she meant, since she asked where they were going to be staying, though their instructor ignored them until he finished his call.

"Ok listen up," he began. "We're staying in the extra dorm rooms of one of the best schools in the country so you behave yourselves."

Khalid raised his hand slightly to interject with his thick, vernacular accent, "But sir, couldn't we just stay in a hotel?"

The colonel seemed to be losing his patience, but he still answered anyway. "It's too expensive. And you guys are too damn loud—you would've gotten us kicked out on day one."

He was about to continue, but was cut off by a small white bus that had 'U.A.' plastered on the side in bold blue lettering. The colonel spun on his heel, away from the class, as started for the bus doors as they opened. Emilia and the rest soon followed him after, a few of them placing their bearings on the shelved before sitting down. The bus driver closed the door and pulled out on to the street and onto the highway.

"So what brings you guys here?" He asked, with amazingly decent English. The colonel opened his mouth to answer but Leo interjected him, answering the bus driver in Japanese.

"We're here for an internship," he lied. He look at the rest of the group, putting a finger to his lips and glaring at them.

"Oh I see! Well if I'm allowed to ask, what heroes are you choosing?"

Leo considered his question for a moment before responding. "None. It's mostly for research to see what life is like here in comparison to the states."

"Ah. Well I wish you the best of luck," the drive chimed as he exited the highway.

"Thanks,'' Leo responded, yawning. The bus driver seemed to take notice of it since he reassured them with a 'we're almost there' as he pulled up to the school gate.

The gate itself didn't even look like a gate, it looked more like a rectangular hydraulic press that was meant to either keep you out or hunt you down. The driver leaned into his walkie-talkie mumbling a few words that were not audible to the rest of the class before the gate opened with a loud 'vrrrrr' sound. The doors of the bus opened and the group took this as their queue to leave, the colonel in front (as always) with his students following behind.

"Bye, thank you very much!" Julia hollered. The bus driver tipped his hat and closed the doors, pulling away from the gateway and disappearing into the darkness.

"Damn this place is huge," Charlie gaped, raking a hand through her dyed hair. Carson nodded, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. It was indeed huge, the court yard was enormous on its own, being larger than their cabins combined. The building itself covered multiple stories, large windows peering at them and blue paint covering the areas that weren't made of glass, which was a small amount. U.A. was plastered on the center of the building's face in gold lettering. It covered a large portion of the middle while still looking aesthetically pleasing.

"Quit screwing around and get moving," the colonel barked, stalking inside. The group mumbled an unconscious 'yessir' as they entered the building. They followed their teacher up a flight of stairs and into a hallway lined with dorm rooms, each with a number and a name on the front. Emilia noticed that some rooms didn't even have names on them, but were still occupied, probably because they didn't care to label them.

Eventually they turned a corner and then another, past more rows of dorm rooms until they showed up at the end of the hall where two empty, unlocked, dorm rooms sat. The colonel the turned around.

"You guys are sleeping in here tonight. Pick a room I don't care, but I want you showered and in bed ASAP," he whispered. "I want you guys on the track by noon. No excuses."

"Uh excuse me sir, but why noon? Don't you usually wake us up at the ass crack of dawn?" Charlie retorted. The colonel ran his fingers across the bags of his eyes and looked at her.

"I'm tired as hell. I need sleep," he groaned. "Now quit complaining at get to bed."

"Oh-ho I wasn't complaining. I just wasn't sure if you were joking or not," she admitted before turning the knob on one of the doors and walking inside, the rest of the girls following after.

Emilia was surprised but the room's size when she walked in. It was large and spacious with 2 beds and a couch inside. She could feel the soft breath of the cold air conditioning filling the room, and it felt nice. There was also a closet, larger than the one in their own room and there was bathroom that was quite spacious. Emilia trudged over to the first bed she laid her eyes on and threw herself onto it, letting her backpack fall to the floor as she savored the comfortable mattress.

"This is the nicest bed I've had in two years," she whispered absentmindedly. Ghala chuckled slightly as she hopped on to the bed adjacent to her, removing her heels with a sigh of relief.

"Thank Allah this place has air conditioning," she said. "I would've sued if they didn't."

Julia sat on the couch next to Charlie, who was texting someone by the name of 'Ainsworth'. None of them knew who this person was, only that it was someone at Charlie's old school.

"Hey guys, who's bunking with who?" She asked, breaking the silence. Charlie looked at her with a raised brow as she continued texting.

"I call dibs on the couch. I'm not bunking with any of you guys."

Julia pouted, attempting to use her 'puppy dog eyes' to convince her. "Aww, why?"

"For starters, you kick people," she began, then pointed her finger at Emilia. "You've recently been screaming hella loud in your sleep."

She then pointed at Ghala with narrowed eyes, though they were meant to be in a joking manner. "And you like to hog the bed to yourself! You don't even like sharing!"

The three had to concede and let her have her way. This time it was Ghala who broke the silence. "Well... since you sat with me on the plane, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to share a bed with you," she offered. Before she could continue, Julia raced into the bathroom, pulling her pajamas on as fast as she could and hopping onto the bed next to Ghala,tossing the decorative pillows off the bed except for one so that she could hug it.

Emilia lay motionless on the bed, battling her will to sleep so that she could get up and change, which she eventually did. She then dragged herself back into the bed pulling the covers over her body and was out cold in a few minutes.

Charlie had pulled a fluffy blanket from her backpack along with her toy frog and she crashed too, facing away from everyone else. Ghala and Julia had a lengthy conversation about Japanese cuisine before, eventually, falling asleep.

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Emilia woke up like a new person. For once in her life she didn't feel stiff or sore or still yearning for a few extra minutes of sleep. She felt refreshed and ready to go; and it seemed that the others felt that way too. Charlie was already awake and was leaving the bathroom with a hideous mustard yellow sweater that has brown patches of fabric sewn on to it, and dark brown shorts along with white basket ball shoes that looked brand new. She noticed that Em was awake and smiled slightly at her.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty. It's currently nine in the morning and the three of us were waiting on you to go down to the dining hall for breakfast," she retorted as she tied up a section of her short hair into a small bun, no larger than a half dollar. Emilia swung her feet over the bed and walked over to her suit case, grabbing her military uniform, which was a a button up tunic and baggy pants that, despite their appearance, fit quite well. Both articles of clothing had a camouflage pattern that was dull, yet vibrant at the same time.

Julia looked over at Emilia, pulling the lollipop she'd been sucking on out of her mouth with a 'pop'. "Hey why are you grabbing on your uniform? We aren't marching today, we're doing cardio and weights."

Em glanced at her, then back at her uniform as she neatly folded the shirt and pants, setting it back inside the suitcase. She then pulled out a muscle shirt and some jockey shorts that ran all the way down to her knees. After changing in the restroom, she tied her long (and unbrushed) black hair into a messy bun and slipping on a pair of tennis shoes. She removed her watch from the charger and fitted it on her wrist tapping the screen to make sure it was at full battery before plopping down on the couch.

"Ya know we don't go out for another three hours right?" Charlie asked. "You don't have to go in that."

Em turned to face her. "I'm too lazy to change," she said flatly before making her way toward the door and grabbing the first hoodie she could find on her way out. She opened the door and held it open, gesturing the other to come with her—and they did.

"Sooooo.. where's the dining hall," Julia asked, even though nobody had a clue where it was.

"Eh, we'll get there eventually," Charlie shrugged, making her way down the hallway.

The four wandered the system of rooms, all of the doors still closed. They kept walking but the hall just never seemed to end.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Em asked. Charlie spun on her heel walking backwards and rolled her eyes.

"Or course not, who do you think I am," she laughed. "I said we'd find it..eventually."

Emilia huffed, shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie and looked around. She then suddenly saw the door knob of a room with the name 'Kaminari' hung on the front wiggle and then open. She halted her friends with one hand as the a boy with bright, almost fake, yellow hair stepped outside in a white button up with a red tie and some black kaki pants. He closed the door and then noticed them, his eyes widening.

"Who the heck are you guys?!"

Oof my first crossover (well more like shoving my oc's into this world), hopefully its not too bad (it probably is lmao)

Hope you guys like it tho :)

*i might reupload the original story of these weirdoes if i can find the doc in the depths of my pc*