"Don't you think Class 1A is a little bit weird? It's like they're constantly planning something," A scruff voice said, "I bet they're cheating. It's not fair to my own students if they are. There is no way that every single one of them got higher than a ninety-five on the midterm! My hard-working students saw them messing around the other day!"

A sigh vibrated through the room.

"Well, since everyone has been raising concerns about Aizawa's class, why don't I personally go sit in a lesson with them?" A slightly higher pitched voice answered, "In fact, since everyone has been hounding me on this... Why don't I do it now?"


"They're coming!"

The moment Jiro unplugged her earphones from the wall was when everyone started moving.

"Alright everyone, Emergency Plan 'Suspicious Nezu!'"

The chairs that had been pushed back to form the 'Caterpillar Boxing Ring' was returned to their original positions. Tables screeched loudly when the class moved them. Sleeping bags were hastily shoved back into backpacks and closets. Everyone pulled out their papers and pencils, flipping to notes that they had previously prepared.

"Flip to the lesson where we talk about logarithms," Aizawa said, "Also, do you guys want to place the order now?"

Everyone turned around and solemnly nodded.

"Who are we addressing it to?"

"Shigaraki Tomura."

The moment when Eraserhead finished ordering, was the moment the class started moving again.

"Hurry! I can hear his footsteps coming down the stairs," Jiro said.

Todoroki had to put out the fires. Momo made a new blackboard while Bakusquad tried their best to repair the steaming floors. Everyone else cleaned up the blood and dust until the classroom was spotless.

Right when the last person sat down, Principal Nezu walked in with his entire tea set.

"Logarithms..." drawled out Aizawa-sensei, "Are very, very interesting. Super fascinating. Absolutely captivating-"

"Did you know that a rat's hearing is amazing?" Nezu suddenly interrupted.

Twenty pairs of eyes stared right into his black, mischevious ones. To the right, he could see Iida nervously sweating, and Izuku muttering furiously. Most of the class stared at his confusion and he let his lips curl up into a grin. Not half a second later, he saw Momo's face whiten in shock and realization.

"Even if Jiro-san here has great hearing, it doesn't mean that others can. Now, I know you all are time-travelers, but if the other classes get a wind of this... Well, let's just say that things aren't going to be pretty from now on. They could get you all in a lot of trouble."

Nezu placed his teacup down and smiled.

"Well, please do continue to have fun, but do it with caution."

"...So you know about us spending UA's budget for random stuff?" Kaminari weakly asked.

"Yes, I do know that you all bought seventy-eight sleeping bags. I don't even want to know about the party supplies or the All Might bibs. Yes, I was made aware of this because I can see every purchase. No, I am not mad. Are there any more questions?" Nezu replied.

Kaminari opened his mouth to speak again but Principal Nezu beat to him to it.

"And yes, I do know that you just also bought an indestructible cone of shame that is currently shipping to Tomura Shigaraki. I can access your Amazon account. I've seen one hundred different cones in the basket since last week."

"He scratches himself too much..." said Ochako weakly.

"Alright, if everything is settled, then I shall leave. Have a nice day, students and Aizawa-sensei."

Even after their principal left, the entire class looked at the now empty spot.

"This just got a lot easier or a whole lot more complicated?" Aizawa said.


"The Sports Festival... De Nouveau." Aoyama sighed.

"Same old plan?" Shoji flexed his arms.

"Let's just make it up on the spot," Hagakure said, "I'm getting kinda tired of doing the same thing over and over again."

To the other students in the participant waiting room, it looked like Class-1A was stuck-up and acting bored. They were all riled up about the class's attitude, and finally, Monoma from Class 1-B had the nerve to speak up.

"You think you're so cool, huh?" The entire room turned to the blond kid, "Acting all bored about the Sports Festival. You guys think you're way too good for the rest of us-"

"Please stop talking, you're giving me a headache."

About twenty pairs of tired eyes focused on Monoma. He stared them down, ignoring the slightly scared tremors that wracked through his body. It looked like Class 1A were all sleep deprived or demon spawns. Either way, Monoma didn't want to be at the center of their attention anymore.

As quickly as inspiration had come to the blond, it left him.


"What's this? It looks like Class 1A is staying outside of the race whereas everyone is pushing and shoving towards the entrance... Let's see what our young Listeners up to now!" Present Mic yelled.

The entire Class 1A looked bored as the other classes shoved and pushed each other, racing to get out of the exit first. The crowd stared down at Class 1A, surprised that they hadn't made a single effort to get up yet.

"Wait... Are those sleeping bags?"

"They're going to sleep?"

"What the hell?"

"Isn't that kind of smart though? It looks like they're waiting for the commotion to die down."


"All clear?"

Midoriya nodded, "Almost. There are a few stragglers."

"Alright! Todoroki, ice bridge. Koji, get your birds. We're going in."

In a flash, the class had woken up and rolled up all their sleeping bags. A bi-colored teenager behind him and a large horizontal pole of ice appeared. Al of a sudden, the pole lengthened and the kids were pushed forwards.

The crowd screamed in horror when the entire arena was covered in ice. It was an overwhelming display of power, something that a mere fifteen-year-old shouldn't have been capable to produce. But the ice was there, in all its cold glory, showing itself off.

"That kind of power..."

"Jesus..."

Even Endeavor had a surprised look on his face. Even during Shoto's training sessions, he had never seen his son produce this much firepower. Was he holding back from me?

"Wait, what's this? It looks like Eraserhead's class is flying!" Present Mic screamed.

Right on cue, the screen changed from the arena to the woods. There were thousands of birds flying together, and the crowd could make out tiny bits of the UA uniform. The other people that they passed had stopped to stare in awe and confusion. Even the robots looked overhead, momentarily stopped in destruction.

"Bakugo! Deku!"

The crowd watched in awe as a green haired boy appeared in the back of the flock. He held out his hands in front of him, and green electricity started to crackle in the air around him. When he flicked, the entire flock of birds was propelled forwards at an insane speed.

No one noticed how the students that had been staring up at the mess of birds and people now stopped to howl at their burning eyes. When they rubbed away, there was red hot sauce was smeared all over their faces.

"Carolina Reaper baby! Fuck you bitches!" A mad cackle was heard.

From the stadium, the teachers collectively gasped.

"I don't teach expletives to my children," Aizawa offered weakly.

"What... Exactly have you been teaching them, Eraserhead?" A General Education teacher asked.

"Life skills."


"The momentum is too fast! Sero, double-sided sticky tape! Tokoyami, have Dark Shadow! Brace yourselves for impact!"

From the mass of birds, strings of white tape shot out towards the Finish line and wrapped themselves loosely around the poles. A shadow loomed behind the Finish Line, complaining while spreading his arms to prepare himself.

"Koji!"

In the last second, all the birds were called off. They flew away and blinded all the video feed at the same time. When the flurry of feathers finally cleared, Eraserhead's entire class were wrapped in white tape and being held in the bird shadow's arms.

"It looks like the entire Class 1A tied for first?" Present Mic's voice rung out in the stunned crowd, "What a turn of events-"

To their surprise, Class 1A had taken out their sleeping bags. Half of them were waving to the camera and the other half were asleep.

"And Unsurprisingly, they're asleep again."