Holy ravioli this a long chapter (even though this is expositon so literally nothing happens.)

i also forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter so.. yeah. I dont own My Hero Academia (shocker i know lol)

Chapter 2

The boy looked at them dumbfounded as he took their appearances in. He'd never seen anyone like them in U.A. before, so why were they walking in the dormitory? Were they transfer students? He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a very pretty girl with ash blond hair tied into a pony tail, and big blue eyes that were adorned with long lashes. She held on to the straps of her overalls that hugged her waist, probably because they were too small, and she wore a big toothy smile on her face, showing her bright pink cheeks.

"My name's Julia," she beamed, extending her hand. The boy didn't seem to notice, so she waved her hand in front of his face. "Hell-o? Earth to spiky-haired-dude."

The boy snapped out of his trance, extending his hand to shake hers and was surprised as to how calloused they were—he expected them to be soft. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, but then realized he forgot to introduce himself.

"O-oh right. My names Kaminari Denki! Nice to meetcha," he said. Kaminari then averted his attention to the other three girls standing next to Julia, A cold looking black haired girl in a gray hoodie and jockey shorts, a pink haired girl with the ugliest yellow sweater that he'd ever seen in his life, yet somehow it still seemed to compliment her. And then finally a dark skinned girl who wore jeans, sneakers and a striped button up shirt.

"So uh.. what are your names," he said eventually, pointing at them. Julia smiled once more, introducing her friends one by one:

"The one with the black hair is Emilia, the one with pink hair is Charlie, and then that's Ghala."

Kaminari waved once more, and they did in turn.

"So what brings you here? Are you guys transfer students?"

Julia turned to look at Charlie with a perturbed expression. She only shrugged in response, saying something in english that Kaminari couldn't quite catch.

"We were coming here for an internship and they let us use some extra dorm rooms," she explained. "We wanted to have breakfast and we were told to find the Cafeteria, but we don't know where that is."

Kaminari puffed his chest and pointed at it with his thumb. "Well you're lucky you guys found me, because I was on my way over there too," he said. " 'Cmon I'll show you guys the way."

He started down the hallway, the girls following close behind, taking a few sharp corners before finding the stairway and coming into the common room. They then went out the side doors and into the front door of the cafeteria where the entire room was filled with students.

"All right we're here," he confirmed, gesturing towards the tables. Julia pokes out from behind Emilia, offering Kaminari a big smile and thanking him.

"Any time! Oh and if you want I can introduce you to the rest of my friends," he suggested. He saw Charlie, Ghala and Emilia look at each other, and then at the lunch line.

"Nah, we'll pass," Charlie chuckled, pointing at the lunch line. "We haven't eaten since yesterday, so we're gonna go get food."

She paused, looking at Julia. "You comin'?"

Julia considered her for a moment before turning towards Kaminari and making her way over to him. "I was gonna go meet his friends, but I'll meet up with you guys in a bit," she said. Charlie, Ghala and Emilia all stared at her, confused.

"What? I just wanna meet new people."

"Okay. But don't be out for to long. Remember the colonel wants us at the track by noon," Emilia said dryly before jogging over to the lunch line.

—

Julia waited until Em and the others had left before she followed Kaminari. She thought he was a pretty cool guy. Pretty chill and laid back, the contrary to most of her classmates. He led her over to a table in the back corner of the cafeteria. It was occupied by a boy with really spiky hair that, like Kaminari's, looked almost fake. He was jokingly elbowing a boy with messy blonde hair, similar to her own, and he glared at the red haired boy intensely. Across from them, sat another boy with straight black hair that was slightly longer than Charlie's. He had the weirdest elbows too; they looked like tape rolls.

"Yo guys," Kaminari began, gesturing towards Julia. "This is Julia, she's doing an internship here."

"Hello!" She beamed, waving to the group. The red haired boy waved at her, flashing a toothy grin that revealed his sharklike teeth.

"The name's Kirishima, and this grumpy old guy over here is Bakugo," he said. Bakugo became increasingly more annoyed, his face contorting into a scowl. The boy with the weird elbows pointed at himself, smiling.

"My name's Sero, nice to meetcha!"

Kaminari took a seat next to Sero, and Julia sat directly across from him, next to Kirishima. The five of them sat in silence for a while, the only noise coming from them was the clicking of chopsticks as they ate their rice.

"So Julia," Kaminari began. "What's your quirk?"

Julia cocked her head, her expression confused. "My quirk? Do you mean my ability?"

Kaminari shoved another mouthful of rice in his mouth and nodded eagerly, scooting to the edge of his seat in curiosity.

"My ability is psychokenisis," she began proudly. "Its a type of telekinesis that lets my apply force to stuff."

She lifted Sero's empty rice bowl without touching it, or even moving at all. That had the group even more curious.

"Here lemme show you," she said before promptly squishing Sero's bowl into a disc, them contorting it into a few other forms before setting back in front of him when it was nothing more than a smooth ball.

"I can do it with much bigger objects, but I gotta save my energy for drills," she explained, rubbing the back of her head.

"Drills?" Kirishima asked. "What kind?"

"Military drills," she said responded bluntly. "You know the stuff soldiers do."

All the boys, except for Bakugo, cringed slightly as she went on about how they usually have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and the endless amount of running they did.

"Jeez that must suck," Sero grimaced. Julia nodded slightly before continuing.

"It's not all too bad though. It was mostly painful in my freshman, but that was a long time ago. The running part is actually my favorite now because Khalid, Charlie, or Roy will play music as we run. And sometimes if the colonel is in a good mood then we get to have longer intervals."

The boys nodded, except for Bakugo, though he did pay some attention to the conversation.

"So where do you guys go to school? I don't know any places that do what you guys do," Kaminari inquired. Julia snorted at his question, since it was pretty dumb given the context she had in mind, but answered it anyway.

"Phillips Exter Academy," she began. "It's a a military school in the U.S. where we're picked to go there based on our tier ranking. I'm a level 10 at the Braun campus— there's only eight people in my class actually."

"That's pretty cool," Kirishima commented. "So... uh, what exactly does you being a level 10 there mean?"

Julia wore a coy smile as she went on. "It means that I have one of the top eight offensive abilities in the country."

Now this is when Bakugo really started to pay attention, and she could see it. His narrowed red eyes stayed locked onto her, waiting for her to say more.

"Woah that's awesome!" Sero chimed.

"Aw it's no biggie," she insisted, as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket. She checked the time and it read 11:30. Julia practically flew out of her seat and sprinted for the door as she hollered, "Sorry guys I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you!"

"Bye Julia!" Kirishima yelled as she ran outside.

—-—-—

"Hey sorry I'm late!"

Emilia turned her wrist to look at the time, it read 11:50. She lowered her hand and tucked it inside of the pocket of her hoodie.

"You're fine. Colonel is the one who's gonna be late," she retorted, undoing the bun and letting her hair flow freely. Leo already began stretching out his arms and legs, popping all the joints that he could before loosening his muscles. Soon the others joined him, trying to mimic some of his movements as they stretched. Khalid was too preoccupied with setting up his bluetooth speaker to worry about warming up.

Just as he finished, the colonel walked over to them, holding a sticky-not between his fingers, presumably with their drills for the day. Their teacher cleared his throat a few times before giving them a briefing for the week.

"All right listen up," he began. "The cardio this week is gonna be a little laid back. Your drills are gonna be spread out because I'm dead tired. I didn't plan anything for Tuesday and Thursday, so when that comes around, you're gonna go with the other students and do their 'hero training' or whatever. And you all better behave yourselves because if I find out you did something, you're getting kicked from my class. YOU HEAR ME?"

Carson raised his hand slightly to interject. "You know you can expel us from the course, right sir? It's illegal."

"THATS 100 ANDERSON," he bellowed, his bald head turning pink with frustration.

"Yessir..."

Carson dropped down on all fours and straightened his legs, doing the 100 pushups the colonel asked him—well, more like ordered him to do. When he finished, he jumped onto his feet, bending down and taking a swig of water before getting in the lanes with everyone else.

The students didn't move until they got the signal from their teacher, but afterwards they all broke into a steady run, except for Leo. He was sprinting around the track, but then again he was the kind of person who ate the bones of large mammals for breakfast, so it wasn't too far fetched.

Eventually they all finished, beginning their main set of drills. Leo was was nowhere to be found, possibly getting his own materials. They were lifting heavy weights today, so they had Khalid whip up some bars and weights made from wood and the metal from the fences using his ability. They all took the highest amount they could muster and began bench pressing until the afternoon was reaching its close.

—

The curly haired boy shuffled his journals into a neat before taking his leave from the classroom. It had been a long day, a long week really. He began to lose himself in his thoughts but snapped out of his trance when he felt a soft finger poking him. The sudden gesture startled him, his face then flushed red when he saw who it was: Uraraka.

"Hey Deku, you okay? You've been spacing out all day.."

Her face was so close to his, too close. He backed up a little bit to create some distance before answering her. "Y-yeah I'm fine," he stammered, a blush creeping at his freckled cheeks. Uraraka smiled at him as the two of them left the classroom and walked down them empty halls. Their walk was silent for the most part, and tension hung in the air. Thankfully, Uraraka broke the silence.

"Hey haven't you heard there are some new heroes doing internships here?"

Deku looked at her astonished. He never heard anything about visitors, much less interns.

"Wait what? I didn't know about that," He exclaimed. "Who told you?"

Uraraka smiled, her chestnut hair bobbing to one side. "No one really, I just heard it flying around. Apparently Bakugo, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero met one of them."

"That's cool!"

"Yeah!" Uraraka said, nodding in agreement. "Apparently her name was Ju... juli—" she paused, trying to put together the correct pronunciation, "Julia..yeah, Julia was her name!"

"I can't wait to meet them, I wonder what kind of quirks they have," Deku beamed before spiraling into a muttering mess that Uraraka tried her best to stop.

The two approached the common room, where some students hanging around. Asu—Tsuyu, Ashido, Yaoyoruzo, and Hagakure were all sitting down on the floor in a circle playing a card game. Tokoyami sat in the far corner of the room reading a book, though Deku couldn't make out what the title was. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero and Kacchan were all seated on the couches, playing a mobile game against each other which had Kacchan erupting into anger when he lost.

The front entrance of the common room opened and Deku suspected it was Todoroki, but he was sorely mistaken.

—

Emilia trudged through the automatic doors of the common room, dragging her brother by the ear as they entered. Leo stepped past her, hoisting his chains over his shoulders, keeping the from touching the ground (which was a much better idea than letting them just trail after him). Ghala and Carson began chugging their water bottles until they were empty, Julia dawning a saddened expression as the water disappeared.

Julia, desperate for water, trudged up to a plain looking boy, and grabbed his shoulders firmly, frightening him. Her head was low towards the ground for a while, and the boy raised a hand to tap her before she met him at eye level.

"Water," she began huskily, clearing her throat before speaking again. "Do you have water? Food? Anything?"

The boy remained rigid, too nervous to speak. He began with a few 'uhhs' and 'umms' before faltering and staying quiet. He then reached inside his pocket, searching before pulling out a small bag of about three or so sugar cookies. Julia snatched the bag from his hands, tearing it open and shoving all of the cookies into her mouth. She chewed them for a moment, savoring the taste, and then gave the boy a thumbs up.

He nodded stiffly, shuffling away from her with a nervous wave. "I'm glad to see that you like them."

Julia struggle to swallow the cookies since there was no water to wash them down, but she did eventually, wiping stray crumbs off her lips. She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying from side to side.

"You know you're a real life saver," she said. "I honestly thought I was gonna die with no food."

"Yeah that's because you chose so hang around instead of eating breakfast," Roy joked, folding his arms in disapproval. Julia glared at him before sighing in defeat.

"I guess you're right," she conceded, rubbing the back of her neck. "Hey but now, is a good time to hang around, we're not gonna have dinner for like another hour."

She whipped around to face the freckled boy who had given her the cookies, tilting her head to one side as she flashed a toothy grin.

"What's your name by the way? I don't think I ever got it," she smiled.

"Oh, um.. my name is Midoriya Izuku," he replied nervously, his hands flailing in every direction. Julia cocked her head, her eyes narrowing and brows glued together in thought. She scanned him for a moment before her face lit up, like she had an 'ah-ha' moment.

"Hmm, you remind me of my dad," she said randomly. This had Midoriya a sputtering mess, both confused and embarrassed.

"What do you mean," he squeaked. Julia leaned over in the opposite direction, with an unnervingly happy grin on her face.

"He's just a nervous guy with freckles. And he's—" she was cut of my the doors opening and loud rapping, coupled with terrible dancing, filled the room.

"Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor

Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks

Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ay

This shit way too crazy, ay, you do not amaze me, ay

I blew cool from AC, ay, Obama just paged me, ay

I don't fabricate it, ay, most of y'all be fakin', ay

I stay modest 'bout it, ay, she elaborate it, ay

This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ay

Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ay

If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ay

I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble—" (I do not own this gem of a song btw)

It was Charlie and Khalid. They were late because they skipped sets and were forced to clean up afterward. Both were a sweaty mess, their shirts drenched and the backs of their necks were like water falls—only with sweat instead of water. The two shared a pair of earbuds, seeming to have the time of their lives, despite their tired faces. The two waited for the next song but Emilia deduced that it didn't play since Charlie screeched a loud 'motherfucker' to no one in particular.

Emilia looked back at the rest of the common room, where everyone's attention was on them now; so much for being discreet. A few girls in the back looked at them with puzzled expressions, in contrast to the boys on the other side of the room, who didn't really seem to care. Except for one: a buy with ash blonde hair who angrily stared them down with red eyes, a grimace covering his features. He opened his mouth to yell but then shut it as Khalid removed the ear buds, wrapping them around his phone, which was covered in a web of cracks, into his pocket.

Emilia folded her arms and turned to her friends with a smirk, "took you guys long enough."

"Chief had us do extra," Khalid said, running a hand over his head and flattening his hair. Emilia always thought his hairstyle made him look like a knockoff Miles Morales except for the added fact that he wore glasses. He also was fairly short, but strongly built, having broad shoulders and thick arms that makes him look a tad too bulky. He had dark skin that complimented his features well, and dark brown eyes that bore into your soul—not in a bad way though.

Khalid looked at her, straightening his thick rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Yo where Roy at? Ain't he supposed to be here for that meeting?

"Wait what meeting? I didn't know about a meeting," Julia exclaimed with a puzzled expression. The group turned to look at her and unanimously replied, "yeah because you left us!"

—

Bakugo's blood began to boil. Those damn interns were acting like they owned the place, and it was annoying the hell out him. They never stopped talking. They weren't from here, so what gave them the right to loiter around here?

Shitty hair (Kirishima) looked at him with a concerned expression, murmuring a 'you okay?' before scooting next to him.

"They're so damn loud," he seethed, barely above a whisper, a vicious scowl present on his face. Kirishima only snorted in response, resting his cheek in his palm as he tried to contain his laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing.."

There was a heavy silence between the two, neither speaking as to not crank up the tension in the room. The group continued their conversation, right in front of the damn doors, not moving or taking any consideration for the people around them, though it mostly concerned him. He didn't understand why they acted that way, but then it finally dawned on him. He remembered what Julia had told them this morning: "I'm a level 10 at the Braun campus. There's only eight people in my class".

'They're fucking around over there because they think they're better than us' he thought, his face contorting with anger. 'They're not gonna be acting that way once I beat the shit out of them'

He heard Julia from the other side of the room, and it was like attaching a megaphone to a three year old—loud and never shutting up.

"Will you guys shut your goddamn mouths?" He bellowed. "You guys are gonna burst my fuckin' ear drums."

They all stopped talking, staring at him completely unfazed. One pink haired girl has the balls to shoot a coy smile, before cupping her hands around her mouth and yelling, "lol suck my dick".

The eyes of listeners were as wide as saucers, darting back and forth between the the two, curious as to what would happen.

Bakugo gritted his teeth together, threatening to crack under his clenched jaw. He almost seemed to fly out of his seat and at the pink haired girl, that smug grin still on her face. Oh how he'd wipe that right off her face when he got over there. He stormed over to her, yanking her by the collar of her shirt towards him.

"The fuck did you say bitch?" He growled, red eyes narrowing. Charlie blinked at him with a quirked brow, then smiled. "I dunno if you heard me, but I said 'lol suck my dick'—" she scanned him for a moment before adding, "you might wanna get your hearing checked."

Blood pooled in Bakugo's cheeks, a heated blush radiating through his face, ears and neck. He removed a hand from her shirt, curling into a fist and lunging at her—but then he stopped. His body felt locked, shackled. He couldn't move, or rather he couldn't move his body on his own. Bakugo felt his grip on the girl's shirt come loose as he was pulled away from her and his arms pushed to his side.

"LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!" he roared, tiny explosions crackling in his palms. He wanted to make them larger, but he knew that'd be a bad idea. House arrest wasn't something he wanted to have multiple times on his track record.

That damn pink haired girl just stood there, completely unfazed—in fact she was laughing at him, hunched over as she tried to catch her breath.

"I said let me go," he repeated, quieter this time but with a firmer tone. His explosions ceased, since at this point, they'd be useless. The blush fell from his cheeks, but his angry expression still held, staring them down.

It was only then when a familiar girl poked out from the group, walking in front of him and placing soft yet calloused hand on his shoulder. It was Julia. Her blonde hair was tattered and messy, the roots drenched with sweat. She looked at him for a moment, before setting Bakugo on the ground and let him have control of his body.

"What's got you so fired up?" She frowned, retracting her hand. Bakugo folded his arms and inhaled deeply, getting ready to yell.

"You guys are talking like you fuckin' own the place! You guys are so goddamn loud and you don't shut up," he yelled, jabbing Julia's shoulder with his finger. He then averted his gaze to the pink haired girl, "and this bitch pissed me off."

Julia considered him for a moment, bringing a finger to her chin. She then mimicked his gesture, followed by raising her short stature off the ground a few inches to be at eye level with him.

"Well, you're right. We are loud, but I think that's just an American thing. You're also being kinda hypocritical—ya know since you were screaming at us like two seconds ago," she puffed, then paused before scooting back a bit. "And aren't you acting like you own the place? Yelling around and stuff."

Bakugo's face contorted (some how even more) with anger, a vein visible on his head as he tried to lunge for Julia, but then his movement was restricted once again—only for a moment.

He stalked up to Julia, looming over her short stature, scanning her face to find any ounce of fear. He only saw her big blue eyes and her bright pink cheeks that never faded but.

"You—me, outside on the training grounds," he growled, spinning on his heel to walk away. He looked back at her with a piercing glare. "We'll see how much you be talking once I beat you to a pulp."

He then took the corner for the stairs, raking a hand through his blonde locks before disappearing into the hallway, cursing under his breath.

—

"Well.. that was certainly something," Leo commented, dropping the chains to the ground, coiling them into two neat spirals and stacking them on top of one another. Emilia nodded absentmindedly as she surveyed the room to see what commotion they've caused—which wasn't much. They boys in the back were laughing amongst themselves and the group of girls farther away were preoccupied with a game of cards.

Emilia turned to Julia and, noticing that she was lost in thought, tapped her on the shoulder. Julia spun around to face her, cocking her head with a questioning expression.

"Are you actually going to go through with it?" She asked, a smirk playing at her her lips. Julia considered her for a moment, then nodded. Carson, who'd been standing behind her, frowned whilst fidgeting with the braces on his arms.

"You know there's no point in going, right? We are doing their ability course tomorrow anyway," he said. "Perhaps you do some combat and go up against him."

"Then I'll just spar with him."

"You know you have the worst hand-to-hand combat grade out of all of us right?" He fired back with a smile.

"Oh come on," she whined, puffing put her cheeks. "Pleeaase?"

"Julia, that's enough. You've already run your mouth for the day. We don't need to get in deep shit with the colonel," Emilia butted in, narrowing her icy eyes before adding, "You're being childish."

Julia opened her mouth to protest, but then conceded with a deep sigh. Though she looked slightly disappointed, but soon seemed to be back to her usual self within a few moments.

"Well I guess we should go eat then right?" Carson asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, lets go!" Julia beamed, already starting towards the cafeteria, but before she could actually go anywhere, Leo hooked a finger around the collar of her shirt, stopping her from leaving.

"I killed a deer this morning, were eating that. I'm not wasting it," he said firmly, spun on his heel and made his way to the door, turning his head and adding, "meet me in the boys dorm."

He left, presumably to fetch the cadaver, the closing doors covering him like a stage's curtains.

—

Leo set the chains down on the ground, being careful as to not uncoil them. He then trotted over to the makeshift ice-chest that Khalid has made with a mixture of dirt, wood, metal, and frozen bottled water to keep the body fresh. Leo bent down, unhooking the lock and lifting the lid of the case, scooping the carcass in his arms and closing the chest with his feet.

He glanced at the chains by the door, but decided to leave them, not wanting to dirty their dinner. He trotted over to the first balcony he saw, swinging the buck over one shoulder and jumping to catch the edge of the first floor with the other. He hoped from floor to floor, trying his best to not have the deer touch anything, until reaching the top floor of the building where their dorms were.

He sniffed around for the familiar scent that his classmates had; dirt, sweat, and the faint smell of pulse ammunition. He couldn't find it so he hopped from balcony to balcony, rounding the corner of the building until he heard the distant laughter his..friends... had.

The term was so new to him. Leo didn't necessarily expect to get so attached to this group—he went into his first year not wanting anything to do with anyone, but over time that gradually became harder. Especially when Roy and his sister transferred over. Roy sort of asserted his friendship to Leo, and the two slowly but surely became close—like two peas in a pod. His sister though.. oh, his sister...many words could describe her, but many could not. But Leo has to admit, he was intrigued, or rather— fascinated by her for some unknown reason.

Leo squatted on the fence of the balcony, in front of the door where laughter was most evident and he grabbed the doorknob with great hesitation. He took a deep breath, trying to rid the red hue from the tips of his ears, then opened the door.

The group was seated around a makeshift grill that Khalid seemed to have; Roy in the process of lighting a fire was closer to the burner. The rest of the group stared at Leo ravenously, awaiting their meal.

Leo lowered the carcass from his shoulder, still carrying it in his arms, glancing at Khalid and asking in a husked voice, "can you get me a skinning knife?"

"Don' worry man I gotcha," he responded, gesturing at Charlie to hand him her switch blade, which he then transformed into a slender skinning knife with his ability. He then tossed the knife at Leo, who promptly caught it with a hand. He knelt down, propping the deer on one knee an carefully peeling off the skin, then excess organs he knew that none of them would eat, then finally he removed every fiber of muscle that he could find, setting it onto the burner and letting them sit.

Khalid made a tray from some scraps of metal beside him, likely the ones he used to make the grill, to set the meat and bones on. Afterward, Leo wrapped the excess organs in the hide and carried them down to dispose of them, as well as cleaning his bloodied fingers before coming back up and sitting with everyone else.

There was a silence in the room, the sizzling of meat being the only noise present. Leo kept flipping the meat, keeping it on the fire longer than usual since he knew that everyone preferred their meat to be well done.

"This one's ready," Leo murmured, handing a large piece of the flank to Emilia, then waiting for a few more pieces to finish and handing them off to more people. They all seemed to inhale their share, some even asking for more, which Leo offered until the meat was gone. Roy then blew out the flames, Khalid removed the burner from the center of the circle, standing up to move it next to the closet before sitting back down.

"Mmm that was good," Julia hummed rubbing her stomach. Leo only nodded, grabbing the rest of the paper plates that they used and disposing of them.

"So," Charlie began, folding her arms. "What's this meeting about?"

Leo sat down and looked at her, perplexed. "This was your idea," he huffed, then added after a few moments of silence, "well? what's it about?"

"It's about the treaty proposal," Ghala explained, twirling the ends of her hair with fingers. "You are aware that the colonel leaves for the meeting in a week, right?"

"That's not that far away," Roy pointed out, brows raising with realization as he scratched his head.

Leo nodded, leaning against the foot of the bed and relaxing, the will to sleep gnawing at him.

"Yeah, that's why we can't go running our mouths," Emilia grumbled, eying Julia. "These people could have a link to the government—through heroes and through the school. If we fuck up, and someone says something, it's game over."

The group nodded, but Carson, taking note of Julia's was discouraged expression, spoke up.

"It's not your fault—I mean I don't blame you, but try not to say too much about us. It could put not only yourself, but the rest of us in jeopardy," he said with a soft smile. Julia nodded, resting her chin on her knees, but never spoke.

"The Colonel is going down at about four-thirty next Monday. We didn't call you here to patronize Julia, we called you over here because we think he needs a body guard," Ghala huffed, scrolling through her phone. She seem to have all her attention dedicated towards it, when it was somewhat the opposite. She had brought up a good point that nobody else had thought of.

Leo drummed his fingers against his knee, taking a stunted piece of bone from the tray and eating it. Charlie couldn't help but look at him with a disgusted expression.

"I don't understand how the hell you eat that," she gagged, turning away from him. Leo only shrugged, swallowing the shards of bone before picking up another one, but not eating it.

"So who's it going to be?" He asked, popping the small piece of the deer's rib in mouth.

Carson brought a finger to his chin to think, he stared blankly at the ground before his eyes widened slightly. "We could just have you and Charlie go. You both are fast paced and can keep up with anybody who catches him," he said, pointing at Leo.

Charlie shook her head vehemently as she played with a coin, letting the metal disc roll across her knuckles. "Nuh-uh, I'm not working with anybody who eats BONE for dinner," she insisted.

Carson looked at her with a quirked brow, "Well it only makes sense. Besides you guys are partners already—" he paused for a moment, then retracted his statement. "Actually never mind. Your kit relies on weaponry. You wouldn't even be allowed to enter the building. Your suit also makes you stand out."

Charlie leaned back on her hands, letting the coin fall on her lap, and nodding. She looked around the group, before coming up with her final decision.

"Let's have one of the twins go," she said finally. "Either one is fine— personally I think Roy should go, but you guys take your pick."

"I think Emilia should go," Julia perked, curling her hair behind her ear. "She looks more Asian than Roy so she won't stand out as much."

"That's racist," Khalid interjected, wiping the lenses of his glasses with his shirt.

"Well, I'm not trying to be racist," she huffed. "Em just fits the bill ya know— straight black hair, pretty narrow eyes, and pale skin. Roy looks like he had his hair dipped in orange paint and dresses like he fought in World War Two, so he'd be a no-go."

Emilia nodded, her expression blank—neither agreeing or disagreeing with their notion. After a few more minutes of talking about miscellaneous topics, before the girls filed out of the room to go sleep. Leo got up from his seat, showering and slipping on his pajamas before plopping on the couch and going to sleep, his subconscious filled with blue eyes, and black hair.

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Emilia awoke to Charlie on the phone with someone, though she couldn't see her. She swung her feet over the bed, pulling the sheets over where she slept, tucking them under the mattress before setting the decorative pillows in an orderly fashion.

She stepped over to her suitcase that had yet to be emptied, searching through the neatly folded clothing and grabbing a red swimmers tech-suit, pulling it onto her body with a quick, yet great effort. The then coiled her unbrushed hair into a bun, letting a few strands frame her face.

Charlie emerged from the bathroom, still on the phone as she closed the door behind her, leaning against it with folded arms. Emilia could hear the faint voice of a man—or at least a boy with a deep voice. She couldn't be sure.

Charlie smiled smugly, curling a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Three words, eight letters—say it and I'm yours."

There was a pause, then an 'uhhh' coming from the phone. The person on the other end then replied, "I got food?"

Charlie sighed, a bigger grin tugging at her lips, "you know me so well."

There was a short conversation back and forth between the two, about how she was doing and whatnot, before she hung up and pulled on top section of her bodysuit, pressing the button on her neck to seal it. She then trotted to the other side of the room, fitting on her titanium boots and gloves, which were very sleek and slender despite the metal they were made of. She grabbed the bow on the desk adjacent to the couch, and the arrows next to them, slipping them into the pocket on her leg and closing it with the zipper.

"Where's Ghala and Julia?" She hollered from the closet. Emilia pulled on her Greek-like sandals, tying the loose strings of carbon fiber together to tightly secure the shoes to her ankles before grabbing her surfboard, which was half the size of a normal one, and setting it next to the door.

"I don't know. They probably left early for breakfast," she responded, taking a swig of a protein shake she had left on her nightstand the previous night. It tasted very stale, but it wasn't spoiled by any means.

"What time is it?" Charlie asked, pointing at her wrist. Emilia mimicked her gesture, turning her wrist and checking her watch—it read 10:15.

"Why? Somewhere you need to be?" she asked, picking up her surfboard.

"More like we," Charlie retorted, pressing a blue button on the side of her neck to reveal her face. "You know for the ability-training-thingy? We need to be at the courtyard by 10:30– at least that's what Ghala told me."

Charlie moved to open the door, but then turned around and starting towards the balcony, motioning Emilia to follow. She pushed the glass door aside, pushing a silver button on her thigh which expanded the metal soles of her shoes into a hover-board, the soft hiss of the jets pushing her up off the ground. She then turned around, her back facing Emilia and hunched over slightly, her arms parted from her sides.

"Piggy back ride," she said flatly before Emilia hopped on her back, taking hold of her shoulders. Charlie grabbed her right leg with one arm, using her free hand to turn on the nerve endings of her suit, allowing Charlie to use the board without the use of her hands.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the front of the building. As they reached the ground, Charlie decreased the expulsion capacity on the jets, allowing them to slowly descend to the ground, the soles of her shoes folding back into each other before they touched the concrete. Emilia jumped off of Charlie's back, holding her surfboard in one hand and dusting off her knees with the other, then glanced around the area to search for the rest of the class.

She couldn't seem to find them, as they were obscured by the cluster of students that eagerly waited in front of the street for the bus. Emilia heard the distant hollers of 'Hey you guys!' from the crowd. She couldn't quite make out who it was, so she ventured towards the giant mob of excited students, only to see Carson push his way out, a stray section of his neat hair covering an eye. As soon as he spotted them, he took a deep sigh of relief, motioning them to follow him.

The three of them pushed and shoved through the horde of people, struggling to find the other end. By the time they actually made it out, the bus had already pulled up to the curb and opened its doors, letting people file inside.

Charlie and Emilia immediately sat down in the front, not wanting to go through that again. Roy and Leo sat adjacent to the two, Julia and Ghala behind them, however, Carson and Khalid had to sit a few seats back since the other students had claimed the chairs in between them.

The bus was filled with noise, mostly yelling and screaming— not anything too atypical of a traditional public school, but it wasn't something the group had seen in a while, due to their small size. In the end, they all just filtered out the sound with melodies of their own, devoting more of their attention to either the beat of the music, or the scenery outside, taking in the many facilities that belonged to U.A.

After about fifteen-or so minutes of shuffling playlists and tapping feet, the bus finally came to a halt. The passengers rose from their seats, some paying thanks to the bus driver as they stepped out of the vehicle, waiting in front of a large domed building for further orders.

Emilia met up with the rest of her classmates, sitting on a bench under a tree to separate themselves from the the constant noise. None of them said anything—they simply scrolled through their phones, Emilia looking at news of Japan's political affairs to search for any drastic changes. So far there were none, but she couldn't be too sure.

Slowly the noise died out from the crowd to a very noticeable extent which then filtered into silence. Suddenly, the entire horde of about twenty-ish people swarmed at them

"Wow! So you're the new interns!" A girl squealed, her skin as pink—if not pinker—than Charlie's hair. And that statement opened the floodgates for a tsunami of questions.

"Where are you from?"

"What are your quirks?"

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

"What kind of heroes are there?"

At first, the pestering felt a bit intimidating, but as the questions went on, it only began to get annoying. This was very evident on everyone's faces, except for Julia, who was answering their questions, only for them to come up with more. This badgering got so bad that even Leo, who was quick to irritation but never to anger, stood up from the bench, his tall stature towering over them as he took a deep sway backward, letting a powerful roar bellow through his lungs. Then, and only then, did they quiet down—the silence so resonant that you could hear a pen drop.

"To answer your questions," he seethed, staring them down with slitted eyes. "Yes we are from the United States, and it it fine there. No we do not have 'heroes'—don't ask why. You will learn our abilities later, so quit butting in and causing a commotion."

A man with long, scruffy hair emerged from the crowd. He wore something akin to a black track suit, layers of white cloth were wrapped loosely around his neck and he had the eyes of a person who'd had the life sucked out of them. They were dry, the bags under of them weighing them down as if they had a hundred pounds strapped to them.

"Hmph, I couldn't have put it better myself," he chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He then turned to the cluster of U.A. students, his back facing Emilia.

"Listen up," he began seeming to activate his ability, since his hair shot upward in an unrealistic way. "We're starting the training for your finalized hero licenses. There isn't time for fun and games—you have to go all out and bring your quirks to their fullest potential if you want to pass the test. There will be no slacking off."

He pivoted his body just enough to get a good view of the class of Phillips Exter whilst still facing, presumably, his own students. "I look forward to what you bring to the table," he mused, then stalked over to the dome in from of them, parting the doors and stepping inside.

Holy moly that chapter was long..

there are honestly multiple places where i wanted to stop this chapter, but it felt kinda like nothing was happening do i just kept writing until i found a good place to stop

im sorta trying to set the ground for the relationships betweeen all the characters, or at least the main ones, but since there's so many, the story has to be super slow-paced, so sorry if that isnt your cup of tea. But i'll try my best :)

thanks for reading (ill try to update every week or so, well see how it goes.)