A/N: Sorry for the delay. I'm kind of moving right now and trying to sell our house, so some days I can't get much time on the computer! I ended up writing these over a few days rather than all at once like I usually do, so the quality will probably be a lot better actually! Shorter author's note because fewer reviews, but thats okay~

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Trougue - Ooh, I like your ideal! Honestly you're 100% right. Talent can only take you so far - if you don't put effort alongside your talant, then you'r enot going to get very far. Hopefully I'm interpreting what you said right!


"Oh my god, but you should have seen how he was carrying you! It was so sweet!" Ashido practically screamed in to the phone as she gushed about my incident, and I nearly dropped the phone.

I was sitting on a mat in the middle of the training hall, doing my usual morning stretches before breakfast. I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder, careful not to drop it as I leaned over to touch my toes. I wasn't particularly excited to be on the phone while I was doing my conditioning, but Ashido was nice and I'd feel bad ignoring her. Besides, she had called five times and I understood that she was not easily deterred.

"I mean, I expected him to lug me around like a dead body, but I don't know why you'd call that sweet. He's an asshole." I snorted, taking a deep breath as held my toes with my hands for a solid minute. My muscles burned at the effort, but it wouldn't hurt for too long. If anything, I would feel amazing afterwards. Ashido snorted on the other end of the line before sighing, and I silently rolled my eyes.

"He's a boy! They're all boys! Hormones are raging at this age and trust me, you should be thankful. Besides, you guys have known each other for a while! You trained at the same dojo…wait a minute…" Ahsido suddenly gasped on the other end, going silent. I pulled myself back up, frowning.

"Ashido-chan? Are you okay?" I was not prepared for the sudden scream.

"THAT MAKES HIM YOUR SENPAI, DOESN'T IT? BAKUGOU-SENPAI!" I jolted, and this time I really did drop the phone. It hit the floor with a crack, and I panicked, checking the screen for cracks while Ashido babbled incoherently on the other end. Across the room using the weights, Shoto stared at me. I ignored him, waiting for the excited squealing on the other end to die down.

"How are you so enthusiastic at five in the morning? No wait, why are you even awake?" I couldn't help but laugh a bit, Ashido giggling in response.

"Well, to be honest Homura-chan, I was really inspired by your moves the other day! And when I saw your toned body, I thought wow I need to do what she's doing! I'm outside on a jog right now~" I chuckled a bit, amused by her enthusiasm. Years ago, I had hated every moment I was awake before nine, but now I sometimes even woke up at three to train. By the time breakfast came around, I was always wide awake.

"Really? That's awesome actually! Maybe we can jog together sometime? I usually do a bunch of stretches, but I can probably fit in a bit of jogging before class!" I was excited, to be honest. Shoto was great company and all…okay well he was an okay presence in the room, but having another girl to train with in the mornings sounded fun.

"Eeeh? Maybe, I don't know if I can keep this up for too long! It's really exhausting! Oh, I've got to go! I think I might go back to sleep for a bit to be honest!" I sighed in exasperation at that.

"If you go back to bed, then all that work was for nothing! You do the training really early so you're awake by breakfast time!" I reprimanded her lightly, though all she did was giggle.

"You sound a lot like Iida-kun, Homura-chan! I gotta go now, see you in class!" I set the phone down gently as she hung up, taking a deep breath before returning to my exercises. As I moved on to a round of sit ups, I felt a presence approach and I glanced upwards at Shoto staring down at me.

"Here, I'll help you." He muttered, walking around to hold my feet down carefully. I blinked, surprised by his gesture but grateful nonetheless, taking a deep breath and pulling my front upwards with my arms held behind my head. I shook a bit, but it didn't really take too much effort.

"Are you going to be okay today?" Shoto's sudden question was odd, and I merely stared at him when I pulled myself up for another sit up.

"…Yes? If you're worried about yesterday, then you're worrying for nothing. Or is it really worry?" I gave him a suspicious look and he tensed up a bit, looking away.

"I think anybody would be considering what happened." He quirked a brow at my caution and I smiled sheepishly, letting the wariness die down quickly. I needed to work on that. If I kept suspecting every oddly kind gesture Shoto gave me, he would just pull back away. Even if it was weird, I had to encourage it.

"Well, yeah you got me there. Sorry, it's not exactly… a fun thing to think about. Especially with my place in the academy on the line." I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment before continuing with a small smile.

"Besides, we're not doing anything big today. Last I checked, it was an in-classroom activity. Completely boring. No way anything bad can happen…" my thoughts trailed off, and suddenly my heart clenched at the thought of today. If I remembered correctly, the incident with the press happened the day after the trial of battle. That was today.

"Homura-chan?" Shoto stared down at me, and it took me a moment to gather my thoughts. I shook my head, pulling myself up in to a seated position. Shoto backed up a bit, sitting down as well while I rubbed my head.

"I'm fine…just remembered I have some homework I didn't finish! Gotta keep my grades up too, right?" I laughed weakly, rising to my feet and dashing out of the room before Shoto could question me further. I couldn't give him any straight answers, and for some reason I felt that lying would dissuade him either. He had been watching me like a hawk since yesterday and I knew I would have to keep my guard up for now. Shoto meant everything to me, but this was something I had to do on my own.

Of course, there was no better place to clear my thoughts and formulate a plan like the shower. Between the soothing warm water running down my back and the complete silence, it was a lot easier to plan than it had been in the training hall.

I wasn't sure if I could prevent anything to be perfectly honest. From what I gathered, the moment the alarms went off in the building, that was supposedly my queue to try and intercept whoever was really infiltrating the academy. Even then, the odds that it was Kurogiri warping them in and out of the building were immense. I could assume that the teacher's lounge was where the schedule would be, but could I really stop them from taking it? Depending on if it was just Kurogiri or not, I could easily be killed. Our quirk was powerful, but these were true villains. Despite how this world was, nobody ever really conditioned you to be able to kill. As drastic as that sounded, if I didn't move with an intent to kill, I would be the one lying on the ground. There was too much for me to do to let that happen.

Even after spending a solid half hour in the shower, much to Fuyumi's disgruntlement, I had nothing to show strategy wise. For the most part, my plan involved running in, trying to stop them for getting the schedule, and then alerting the teachers. I think I deserved credit for at least trying.

"Sorry, Nee-san." I mumbled as I ducked out the bathroom, hoping to avoid conversation. I made a beeline for the kitchen, nearly smacking right in to Shoto's back when I turned the corner. I stumbled back a bit, frowning.

"Shoto-kun, what—" I paused, looking around Shoto's tense form at the sight of our father waiting for us in the kitchen. He was decked out in his hero costume, though his flames were out now. I wanted to say he was looking at Shoto, but I knew that wasn't it. He was staring at me, and I knew why. Shoto seemed to understand the situation perfectly clear, his arm twitching when I walked out from behind him.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be at your agency?" Shoto's tone was aloof, his clenched fists and trembling form the only signs of emotion. It was surprising, since I assumed he at least kept himself devoid of all feeling when it came to our father. That's what I had gotten from my memories anyways. Something had changed in this world, apparently, to cause him to outwardly display emotion. It was me.

"Otou-san…did you need something?" I asked warily, Endeavor's eyes watching me silently as I walked forward. If I could take a guess, I'd imagine him being here had something to do with yesterday. Sora and Kaito had promised not to mention anything though, so I couldn't fathom how he would know.

"If you thought that Yuuei wouldn't inform me of your incident, then you need to use your brains for once." Harsh, but true. It was kind of dumb to think that a high-ranking institution like Yuuei wouldn't inform a parent of their student's accidents, even if it was someone like Endeavor. I winced at the tone regardless, bowing my head slightly.

"In my defense…I assumed it was dealt with. They send our Nii-san after all…" I laughed weakly, trying to avoid eye contact as I struggled to control the conversation.

"The school already handled the issue. We don't need your help." Shoto spoke curtly, and Endeavor merely rolled his eyes. He took a step forward, and I immediately recoiled backwards. Shoto remained firm, unwavering in the glares of our father.

"You don't. In fact, once you get over this childish rebellion, you'll be fine. I will not, however, tolerate your sister smearing the Todoroki name like that. She will learn control. Even if I have to beat it in to her myself." His attention snapped to me quickly, and I couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Starting tonight, I will be taking over all of your evening and morning training. If you try to skip out, I will go and find you myself. Do I make myself clear?" he growled the last bit, and I couldn't nod my head fast enough. Shoto stepped forward a bit, fists clenched, opening his mouth to argue before I quickly took a hold of his arm and yanked back carefully.

"Don't. I'll be fine. Just worry about yourself." I muttered, ignoring Shoto's incredulous look. Endeavor seemed to sneer a bit, though he left the kitchen without another word. Shoto rounded on me, eyes narrowed.

"Why the fuck would you agree to that?" Okay, apparently Katsuki was rubbing off on my twin somehow and I wasn't sure how. I took a deep breath, calming my rampaging nerves before answering.

"Well, I mean yeah its gonna suck. But Otou-san is…the number two hero. And he's a beast with his fire. Who else is better to learn from? Tell me Shoto." I quirked an eyebrow at him, and Shoto visibly scowled.

"You don't have to do what he says! If you'd just let me handle it! That man—" I cut him off quickly.

"—is an asshole. I know! But I don't want you to keep taking hits for me every time you think I'm going to get hurt. I got in to Yuuei as well. I'm not as good as you are, but I can handle myself." I kept my tone level and firm, putting my hands on his shoulders as I tried to get him to understand. I wasn't going to let this end in another fight that cut us off from each other for years. We couldn't afford that. I couldn't afford that.

"No, Homura-chan. You're not as good as me, you're better!" I paused, staring at him.

"Shoto-kun?" He sighed, averting his gaze awkwardly. He carefully removed my hands from his shoulders, pulling back slightly.

"I can't stop wanting to protect you, Homura-chan. You shouldn't expect that. Don't ask that of me. But, you have to stop looking down on yourself." I tilted my head slightly, completely lost. This was very unusual for Shoto, and he seemed to know it. He seemed…embarrassed to bring it up. If it weren't for what had just happened, I might have laughed.

"Okay, I know we just argued, but are you feeling well? Did you eat something weird?" I reached out for his forehead, only to have my hand swatted away.

"No, I'm fine. Don't be stupid. You just do this thing where you look at me and everybody else like we're in a different world from you. Like we're something amazing and you're not. I don't think it's fair for you to criticize me for how I act when you do that, Homura-chan." My throat tightened a bit as I struggled with words, unsure of how to respond. I knew I wasn't broadcasting my emotions like that – we were just twins. Between all my worrying about the future events that I wanted to prevent, I had forgotten that this was my life now. It wasn't fair to look at them like main characters, not when Shoto Todoroki was literally my twin brother. He could read me like a book, and somehow that information had slipped away.

"I…okay then, how about a truce?" I held out a hand, Shoto staring at it curiously.

"A truce?" I smiled slightly at his apprehension, though I kept my composure professional.

"Yeah, a truce. An agreement. You stop babying me and trying to protect me all the time, and I'll…be more confident in myself I guess?" I didn't really know how to explain it, but he seemed to get the hint regardless, He took my hand firmly, and we shook on it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Homura-chan. I tried to warn you, but you dashed away so fast…" Fuyumi walked in a few minutes later, Shoto and I pulling our hands apart as she walked by. She seemed a little frazzled for just coming out of the shower, but was slowly putting herself together. She was fully dressed of course, but her hair needed some quick attention and fast.

"Eh, its fine. I think I'd be nervous either way. It wasn't too bad." I grinned, ignoring Shoto's incoherent mumbling as he made a beeline for the cereal. I, of course, had more sophisticated tastes and set to work on my usual toast with jam.

"I want to believe you, but knowing him…what'd he want?" Fuyumi snorted, sorting out her own breakfast. It was strangely homey, everybody bustling about as they got ready for the day. It was almost like we were a normal family, if not for the fact that our mother was in a psych ward and our father only remembered two of his children on a good day. I shook my head, clearing out those nasty thoughts before they had a chance to take root.

"He's training her of course." Shoto answered for me, staring intently at his bowl of cereal. I guess our discussion didn't do much for his disapproval of the situation, but at least the victim of his glares was his bowl of cereal. Not that I'd be affected by it too much, but it at least showed our situation slowly getting better.

"I thought you said it wasn't too bad? How often?" Fuyumi stared at me, cocking an eyebrow and I could only shrug sheepishly.

"Every morning and evening. To be fair, I do need the help. Maybe just not that desperately…" I chuckled weakly, and Fuyumi sighed in exasperation.

"I'm just glad Sora-kun and Kaito-kun are back in town. You used to have so much fun with them. I'm sure they'll be great for you guys." I smiled softly at that as I sat down at the table, quietly munching on my toast. I expected to have a lot of fun with them, but considering father's plans, I wasn't sure if we were going to have a lot of time. Shoto, at least, would hopefully see them more than I would.

"Shoto-kun, you should see them a lot. Even if I can't, I think you'll like them." It was an odd thing, but Shoto really didn't know the boys like Fuyumi and I did. He had been taken and isolated at the age of four while I at least saw them for a few more years. In fact, I made a conscious effort even during the brutal training to see them, while Shoto simply locked himself away. They were strangers to him, and I knew that they would like to connect with him at least a little. All that was needed was for him to want that as well.

"I'm only going because I have to, if we want to keep you in Yuuei. I'm not going to waste my time with them." He spoke curtly, leaving no room for argument and I felt my hopes deflate just a little. I guess I had already pushed for a lot today, so I would have to try again later.

"Well…I hope you'll reconsider then. Anyways, I better get going. I have places to be this morning." Shoto frowned slightly.

"It's only seven in the morning. Yuuei isn't that far away." I nodded, smiling.

"I know. But I have people to visit before I head to school, so I'll meet you later. You can come if you want?" I eyed him hopefully, though I didn't expect much. I was only mildly disappointed when he declined my request, and resigned myself to a lonely walk as I gathered my things and headed out for the day.


"Why the hell are you down here?"

I hadn't considered that Katsuki might still visit the dojo after being accepted in to Yuuei, since we did a lot of hand-to-hand combat training in class. My visits had drastically dropped, amounting to maybe once or twice a week while I supplemented them with in-class training and home work. I could see the long-term benefits of keeping up with my dojo sessions, but I hadn't really had the time. Apparently, Katsuki still considered it worthwhile.

We both stood on the sidewalk right outside the dojo, after I already left once my business was concluded. I probably wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't announced his presence so angrily. Still, I had hoped for a quieter morning than earlier. I guess this is what I got for entering Yuuei.

"I was visiting Endurant-sensei, no need to get so worked up. Why does it matter?" I muttered, the angry boy's eyes twitching slightly. He was more agitated than anything else really, but if it was because of my presence or yesterdays fiasco I couldn't say.

"Tch, it doesn't matter. What matters is you're in my way! You and your twin." He snarled, and I couldn't help but snort. He seemed to bristle at that, stalking right up to me with his fists balled. I held my ground, staring right back. Compared to my father, he really was nothing.

"If you're getting upset over our powerful quirk, newsflash! You already knew my level of skill, what made you think Shoto-kun would be worse huh? Why are you so upset? It was training!" I gave him an incredulous look, which was returned with a scowl. He jabbed a finger in my direction, and I had to take a step back to ensure nothing weird happened.

"You. You and that Deku. He was supposed to be nothing more than a pebble. And you? You're good, I'll give you that. But I won't lose to you or him ever again. I'll crush you all under my boots. I'm going to be the number one fucking hero!" I couldn't help but roll my eyes and sigh, glancing up at the sky. This was just way too much male ego and pride for one girl to deal with on a single day. Hell, I don't think anybody should have to deal with all of this for an entire lifetime.

"Okay, once again, its training. You lost because you got too caught up in your stupid pride." he clenched his jaw at my words, but I continued on.

"So, if you want to crush me and everybody else, then you're gonna have to work on your attitude, Katsuki-senpai!" I sneered before choking on my own breath, eyes wide at my slip up. I had gotten so worked up giving him a piece of my mind that Ashido's words from earlier juts slipped out, and I could feel the awkwardness increasing tenfold. Katsuki seemed to be choking on something of his own, giving me a bizarre look as he processed both my words and the honorific. Then, he scowled.

"I don't have to work on shit to beat you. And don't call me that ever again!" Yeah, I wasn't planning on it. In the long run it didn't really matter, because technically it was an appropriate term in our relationship. I just didn't want to give him any form of superiority, and for some odd reason, he didn't seem to want it either. Katsuki wanted to be on equal terms, and that was something I could respect. It didn't change the fact that he was a raging asshole though.

"Yeah, okay whatever. I gotta get to the station, don't want to be late for class, right?" I mumbled, taking a few steps forward before Katsuki suddenly appeared on my left. He seemed just as agitated a before, but it seemed to have dulled down to a passive state.

"Don't walk in front of me like that. In fact, you should stay behind me where you belong!" he muttered, and I simply ignored him.

It was an odd scene, the two of us walking side by side to the station. Well, it started off as us walking side by side. Katsuki would rush to pull ahead of me, and I simply couldn't leave that unanswered. After only a few minutes of our bizarre and silent exchange, the two of us were racing to the station. It was a lot more crowded now that everybody had woken up, and I could only hear Katsuki's distant incoherent ranting as we both weaved in and out of the crowd, trying to stay ahead of the other.

It was exhilarating, and oddly fun, compared to my usual training sessions. It was a bit of a stretch to call this training, but it was a workout trying to keep up with Katsuki. In terms of physical conditioning, I'd honestly say we were both close. It was our intellect and instinct that separated us from each other, letting one of us pull ahead while the other fell back. In terms of this run, however, we matched each other equally.

I couldn't tell you who won either, because we both made it to the door at the same time, bodies trembling for our exertion.

"I-I, f-fucking won!" Katsuki snarled lowly, and I couldn't help but glare.

"W-we b-both made it at the s-same time, a-asshole." I panted, carefully maneuvering my way to an empty seat before the train moved. Katsuki seemed to consider standing for a moment, but eventually plopped down in the seat next to me somewhat reluctantly. We were both tired from our race, and he wasn't dumb enough to refuse a chance to recuperate his energy.

"Wouldn't be so tired if you just walked like a normal person. Who cares who's in front?" I grumbled, and Katsuki rolled his eyes. He leaned back against the seat as the train moved, averting his gaze.

"I do. I'm not gonna have your back towards me like that. I'm supposed to be the one ahead here!" he growled, and I sighed.

"It's JUST walking Katsuki-kun."

"Shut up."

That was the end of our conversation for the most part, each of us trying to forget the other was there. It worked for the most part, and it wasn't until we reached the station that we were forced to acknowledge each other's existence once again. The train was always extremely crowded in the morning, and I found myself slightly jostled around as I tried to exit with Katsuki. Using quirks was of course strictly forbidden, so there wasn't much I could really do when I was suddenly shoved backwards by the crowd. I squawked just a bit, stumbling back before a hand snatched mine and yanked me forward. A handful of people got promptly shoved out of the way and to the ground as I was pulled, and I nearly stumbled again once I was free from the crowd.

"Want to be a fucking hero and can't even get out of a crowd by yourself…" Katsuki sneered, and I huffed.

"Well, I try to be actually nice to people around me. You know, like a human being?" I grumbled, apologizing profusely to the people who had been knocked aside via my rescue. Katsuki simply fumed silently, stomping out of the station while I trailed behind him.

"How are you going to be a hero when nobody likes you? You're way too angry, Katsuki-kun." I pointed out and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to kill every villain I see of fucking course. You go stupid in that train or something?" he grumbled, apparently worn out from his earlier yelling. He looked more like he did when I first met him, an arrogant child pouting when things didn't go his way. If I remember correctly, I beat him down that day too. I couldn't help but grin at the memory.

"Yeah, but if I remember correctly, you're still that little kid I beat up in the playground when I was…ten I think? Think you need to work on your intimidating expression first, because that's who I see right now." I snickered, fanning the flames of anger as they rekindled within him. I didn't know why, but it was kind of fun teasing him. Yeah, he was a douchebag and in need of some serious help, but he was honest. He didn't try to pretend to like anybody and let everybody know how he felt, and that included when he was being teased. He were almost always guaranteed a reaction, and that was the funniest thing to me.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you need to fucking grow, because you're still just as small as you were back then." I paused, nearly halting in the middle of the sidewalk. I was pretty sure I was close to, if only slightly smaller, than Shoto was. I stared at him…and realized we were pretty much the same height. Actually, I was taller, and I couldn't stop the explosion of laughter that burst out.

"Oh my god, I thought you were observant. I'm taller than you, idiot!" I chortled, any indignation at his insults completely gone as I was overcome. His eyes seem to widen and the narrow, his face flushing slightly as his anger peaked.

"When the fuck did you get tall, bitch? You were tiny last time I checked!" I was practically wheezing at this point, wiping the tears from my eyes. It was amazing that we somehow still walked down the sidewalk, both overcome with varying emotions.

"Because all we've been doing is really fighting. Oh man, I didn't even notice either until now. I'm never going to forget this." I smiled gleefully, and his scowl intensified into downright outrage.

"YOU BETTER FORGET THIS BEFORE I KNOCK IT OUT OF YOU MYSELF!" I ducked backwards as he made a grab from me, dashing forward towards the Yuuei gate before he could get me. I heard his shouts of outrage from behind me as he followed, and I nearly knocked a few students over as I made my escape. In fact, I collided with a familiar red head and we both toppled down, nearly taking Ashido with us as she shrieked.

"Homura-chan, what the hell?" Kirishima gaped as I hit the ground beside him, still trembling form my laughter. I had calmed down considerably, though, and just giggled quietly as I pushed myself off the ground. Ashido giggled herself at the sight of us, though her eyes instantly snapped towards Katsuki as he approached the group angrily.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, right now!" he jabbed a finger at me, and I snorted. Kirishima instantly jumped to his feet, putting his hands between the two of us like some sort of mediator.

"Whoa, whoa whoa! What'd you do to Bakugou-kun to get him riled up before class? We barely started the day!" he looked amused regardless, much to Katsuki's chagrin. Ashido's eyes darted between the two of us, realization dawning on her face and I had to quickly answer before she came to any conclusions.

"Wait a minute, I didn't do anything I swear! You know how he is, breath the wrong way at him and he's angry." I reminded everybody quickly, locking eyes with Ashido subtly. She caught my attention, smirking slightly, and I narrowed my eyes in warning. She seemed to get the hint, though from her sly smile I knew she was going to continue this later. Before anybody could say anything, however, we heard multiple engines pulling up to the school. I only had a moment to remember what was going on before we were mobbed, everybody squinting at the sudden flashes.

"Oh shit, the press!" Kirishima squawked, shielding his eyes and backing up from the sudden attention. I caught sight of Izuku, Iida, and Uraraka being harassed ahead of us as well, but it was Katsuki who reacted the oddest. He kept his mouth glued shut as they brought up the slime incident, snarling quietly at them as he pulled his bag closer to himself.

"What do you think of All M—Wait! Aren't you the kid from the sludge guy incident!?" It was unnecessarily cruel to bring it up, and from the way Katsuki seemed to withdraw in on himself, I could tell it was a sore spot. I pushed my way in front of him, ignoring his quiet bristling as I tried to shoo the reporters away. Of course, the moment they caught sight of me, I was suddenly swarmed myself.

"Aren't you Endeavor-san's daughter?! What is it like being taught by All Might, Endeavor-san's rival?!"

"There's rumors of Endeavor being offered a position but declining? Any insight as to why?"

I didn't really know what I intended to do when I tried to let Katsuki escape, but I regretted my decision almost immediately. This was different from having my classmate's attention on me, these were people I didn't know showing this to even more strangers. Combine that with the likelihood that my father was watching? Well, needless to save I couldn't feel my stomach anymore.

"U-um, i-it's great? All Might's an amazing teacher…I couldn't be more honored than to learn from him!" I managed to stutter out surprisingly, and I could feel my father's outrage almost immediately. Tonight's session was not going to be a fun one that's for sure.

"Come on, don't be dumb and stand there like an idiot!" Katsuki finally snarled, yanking me back with everybody else as we all made a dash for the gate. Aizawa stood there quietly as we all hustled behind him, tense as the reporters suddenly locked on to him.

"Give us some insight on All Might…cut the feed! Why don't you get a little more presentable dude?!" I couldn't believe the nerve of them, my eyes widening at their audacity as we headed for the entrance. I couldn't quite make out what Aizawa was saying after that, but as soon as he began walking away, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of the gate locking.

"Hey, you're going to knock me down jumping like that, cut that shit out!" Katsuki snarled, apparently still holding on to my wrist. Kirishima and Ashido panted beside us, frazzled from our paparazzi encounter. I pulled back my wrist quickly, rubbing it to soothe the mild pain form how hard he gripped.

"Alright, move along. Get to homeroom quickly, we have a few things to discuss this morning." Aizawa ushered us in, making as little effort as possible. Our little group quickly entered the building, changing our shoes before making a beeline for the classroom.

"Wow that was intense! I don't think I saw them on our first day?" Kirishima hummed as we walked, Katsuki keeping a distance ahead of us. I didn't bother chasing after him, sticking with the friendlier people for now.

"I think I did, but this might be the first time they go so close. I think they were further down the street at least. That wall really scared me though!" I remarked, and Ashido giggled.

"Oh yeah, Yuuei apparently has super powerful defenses. Reporters aren't gonna get anywhere near the main building!" Oh, if only you knew Ashido. I wasn't sure where they would be once the alarms hit, but hopefully they wouldn't be squashed in that insane mob. You would think a school of future heroes would have a little more sense when evacuating, but teenagers were teenagers apparently.

"That's good. I don't think I could focus on school if I had to deal with them trying to walk around." I sighed, hanging my head slightly. That was the curse of being the daughter of Endeavor I supposed.

"Oh, yeah they'd want to talk to you since you're Endeavor's daughter! You think they mobbed Todoroki-kun too? Poor man, I pity both of you!" Kirishima shook his head, closing his eyes dramatically. I couldn't help but giggle, smiling as we finally entered the classroom. Apparently, we were the last to arrive.

"Oh, you guys, I'm glad you got out of that mess! That was insane!" Uraraka bounced over to us, her eyes wide. Izuku trailed behind her, apparently torn between talking and being overwhelmed by a girl talking to him. Boys.

"Yeah, saw you guys got mobbed too. And Iida-kun! Man, I couldn't hear what you were saying, but you can talk dude!" Kirishima called out, Iida puffing out his chest slightly as he waved his arms around.

"Of course! I made sure to give them the appropriate answers to fully describe our educational system! When you become a pro hero, the ability to communicate with reporters and civilians alike is important!" Everybody snickered good-naturedly at his small speech, Iida completely unperturbed.

"Oh, that's right Homura-chan, they practically ate you up! Are you okay?" Izuku finally spoke, tilting his head slightly. I exhaled, fiddling with my hair as I used someone's desk as a chair. I ignored Iida's gasp of outrage, smiling slightly.

"Oh yeah I'm fine. Honestly, I didn't expect to be swarmed. I kinda forgot about Otou-san and all…lesson learned, eh?" I noticed the way Katsuki watched me, brow furrowing as he seemed to want to say something. Instead, he just scowled, staring forward at the board. He was likely mad at my intervention earlier, but I couldn't not help him. Traumatic experiences weren't something for people to just poke at without consideration.

"They should have been looking at me! To see what a true dazzling sight is!" Aoyama suddenly interjected, and I could imagine the figurative sparkles around him. There was a chorus of giggles at his sudden dramatic pose, though we soon scattered as Aizawa eventually wandered in to the room. He exhaled quietly as though he'd rather be anywhere but here, and everybody scattered to their seats.

"Hope you're all rested from yesterday's battle trial. I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluations." He dropped a stack of papers on the desk as he spoke, everybody tensing up just a bit. I hadn't gotten to see everybody's in person, but I could vaguely remember what had gone down. I was kind of curious how Shoto handled it, but it was likely he did the same thing as predicted. There was a light chatter amongst the students before Aizawa lazily clapped his hands, silencing us before we could become to rowdy.

"Bakugou-san, stop acting like a seven-year-old. You're wasting your talent." Said boy stiffened a bit, but merely nodded.

"…I know." He finally bit out, which was surprising. I would have assumed he would just remain silent, but apparently not. I could feel myself growing nervous as Aizawa seemed to address every student individually, pointing out their flaws or acknowledging their triumphs. Then, his eyes finally rested on me. It felt like the whole class was staring at me, remembering exactly what had happened.

"Homura-san, your control needs work. Try to be aware of your surroundings." It was a lot less harsh than what I had expected, but maybe I was accustomed to father's criticisms. He held nothing back when he noticed flaws, and made sure to beat it in to you.

"A-ah, yes sensei." I ducked my head, still a bit dazed from careful criticisms. Maybe he knew bringing it up again might cause me to go in to a panic? I didn't think it would, but it was very considerate of him. The hushed muttering amongst the other students made me assume everybody else was just as surprised.

"Now, lets get on with homeroom notices. I'm sorry to have to spring this on all you, but…" There was a large, collaborative shuffling of chairs as everybody stiffened. Apparently, the horrors of pop quizzes were well remembered even after entering this eccentric school.

"We need to pick a class president." The chaos that followed was incredible. Shoto and I remained in our seats quietly, exchanging quiet glances. Neither of us raised our hands. Shoto was likely still trying to be anti-social, but I couldn't see myself as class president at all. I already knew who fully deserved it, watching as he sat trembling in his chair.

"People yelling like this don't deserve to be class president in my opinion. How are you going to round up a rowdy class if you're prone to being rowdy yourself?" I finally said, glancing around at everybody's sheepish expressions.

"Homura-chan, the class president has to be the manliest one of us all!" Kirishima griped, clenching his fists dramatically once again.

"Isn't that a little sexist, Kirishima-kun?" Jiro muttered, giving him a thoroughly unimpressed look. Kirishima had the decency to look abashed.

"I-I didn't mean like that! A woman can be just as manly as any man! It's all based on your spirit and will!" he recovered smoothly, unlike Mineta who suddenly blurted out his thoughts.

"My manifesto as president! All girls must present 30 centimeters of thigh!" he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, only for Tsuyu's tongue to smack him down almost immediately.

"That's like a leader position! I'll do it! Me! Me!"

"Oh, you mean the position that exists for me?"

"Let me do it!"

Along with a few meekly raised hands, the class was getting out of hand fast. Aizawa simply watched, letting the chaos slowly build up until finally Iida stood up and slammed his hands on the desk. Everybody stopped, slowly glancing back at the intensely serious student.

"This is a task laden with responsibility where you must pull and carry everyone's weight! Just because you'd like to doesn't mean you can!" his aura of disapproval was heavy, and even though I agreed with him, I still found myself shrinking back in to my seat. He continued with his speech, everybody's attention on him as he made various gestures.

"It is a holy office that requires the great esteem and trust of those around you! The only truly worthy will emerge from a democratic choice reflecting the will of the people!" It was over the top, completely unnecessary, and very much like Iida. He raised a hand slowly, slamming it down hard on his desk. A few people flinched. He raised his other hand, body trembling.

"Which is why this must be settled by a vote!" The dam broke almost immediately, everybody's voices crowding the air all at once again. At the very least, thanks to Iida, it was a bit more subdued and organized.

"It's still too early to have developed trust in each other" Tsuyu pointed out logically, leaning back in her chair slightly.

"And, everybody will just vote for themselves." Kirishima added, and I snorted.

"That means you'll vote for yourself, yeah?" I inquired, and Kirishima flushed slightly. Iida just shook his head, doing even more of his weird hand gestures.

"And that's precisely why the person who does manage to earn multiple votes will be truly appropriate for the job, no?!" Everybody paused, exchanging glances.

"Well, he's got a point. I think it's a good and fair idea. I trust everybody knows who should rightfully get the position." Yaoyorozu finally agreed, nodding with a small smile. Mineta seemed to deflate a little, letting his head fall in to his hands.

"But then nobody will vote for me! I have great ideas! I have pictures!" the combined glare of every female, along with Kirishima, was enough to put a stop to that endeavor.

"Is that all right sensei?!" Iida practically screamed, Aizawa simply nodding in response before flopping down on to the ground in his weird sleeping bag. I stood up carefully, stretching my arms before glancing around at the room.

"Are we going to get a box for the votes? Or should we just fold up pieces of paper?" I hummed, rubbing my chin thoughtfully.

"A box seems unnecessary. I believe papers should suffice." Tokoyami voiced his opinion, a few others nodding in agreement. There was a collective shuffling as everybody wrote names on pieces of paper, passing them up the aisles as to not cause any confusion.

Aizawa resurfaced at this point, collecting the papers with a sigh. He shuffled them around on the desk, separating them in to piles before finally writing the names on the blackboard. I stared in shock.

"Who voted for me?" I squawked, taken by surprise by my apparent new position as vice president with a solid two votes. I glanced around, eyes searching for the culprits, but nobody seemed to be willing to fess up. They were more disgruntled by the final votes than the actual winners.

"You gotta be shittin' me…! Who voted for Deku?!" Katsuki screeched, eyes narrowed as his whole body trembled. Sero stood behind him, cracking a joke before ducking back. Katsuki had almost gotten a hold of him, visibly fuming as he accused everybody with his glares. His eyes met mine, and soon he was stomping over to where I was. I held my hands up immediately, holding my breath.

"You…! You voted for him, didn't you?!" he jabbed another finger at me, thankfully with an acceptable distance this time around. I pushed it away carefully, taking another deep breath.

"Nope, so go point your finger somewhere else. I voted for Iida-kun actually. If he advocated for it like that, then he really should get it." I added quickly, vaguely aware of Iida's incoming presence. I turned around slightly, overwhelmed but his sudden display of emotion.

"T-thank you Homura-chan! Your faith in me honors me! I hope you and Midoriya-kun adjust well to your sacred roles!" He was practically crying, and I couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty. I didn't get the role he wanted exactly, but I was still apart of the class's leadership now. It was bizarre and a little uncomfortable, but I would just have to adjust.

"You voted for somebody else…" Yaoyorozu gave Iida a pitying look, flanked by Sato who tilted his head in confusion.

"Even though you wanted the job so badly…what are you doing Iida-kun…?" I frowned at the criticism, my eyes flickering away from Iida.

"He's being an honest person. He could have voted for himself, but he didn't think that would feel right. If anything, I think its an admirable thing to do. You should to." They had the decency to look mildly ashamed, and soon a few others even apologized to Iida. We exchanged looks, and he smiled slightly.

"Once again, your words honor me Homura-chan! I think you will make a fantastic Vice president! If I had known how noble you were, I might have voted for you!" I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You didn't vote for me? Man, I wish this wasn't a blind vote. I'm kind of curious. I didn't think I'd get any votes really" I laughed, turning my head away the moment Aizawa finally popped back up again. If you thought I was shocked, Izuku looked downright petrified as he stood next to me at the front of the room.

"F-f-f-f-or real!" he stammered out and I sighed, lightly patting him on the back.

"Don't be so nervous Izuku-kun. I'm sure you'll do great!" When you make the decision to turn over your position to Iida anyways. I had half considered giving Iida my position, but I'd rather see him as the full president than vice. I wouldn't know what to expect with him given my new role, but hopefully it wouldn't get too weird. Actually, knowing him, it would be one hell of a roller-coaster. I could live with that.

From there, class continued as normal. Present Mic continued to call on me for just about everything. Izuku started muttering about answers occasionally, which would in turn freak out those of us around him. Katsuki would then start spouting threats angrily. The entre room would turn in to chaos for a few minutes until the sensei present managed to calm everybody down, occasionally with minor uses of their quirks. It was an endless cycle, repeating over and over until finally lunch had arrived.

"Are you eating with us today, Homura-chan?" Uraraka practically begged, her eyes big and wide. She was an adorable girl, but I had different plans for my lunch period and it did not involve being trapped against a window. No, I had to see what I could do to prevent the USJ incident if I could.

"Eh, maybe? I'll catch up later though, I needed to talk to Sensei first." I nodded my head apologetically, watching as the other students slowly began to file out of the room. I intended to wait until everybody was gone before making my own detour, and hopefully something good would come out of this.

"You're lying." Shoto stated, and I sighed. He hesitated by the door while everybody else filed out, and I walked over to stand next to him.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be at lunch soon, I just need to do something. Trust me." He gave me a flat stare, skeptical but eventually relenting to my wishes. He headed towards the lunchroom alone, something I hoped would change soon. I didn't have time to worry about my brother's social life though. Once the hallways were mostly empty besides a few stragglers, I began heading towards the teacher's lounge. Of course, I would need to wait for the alarms and the teachers to vacate the room, but hopefully I could at least catch a glimpse of what was going on. The best-case scenario was that I caught whoever swiped the schedule before they left. The worst-case scenario? Well, I died.

The hallway where the lounge was located was mostly empty, with the occasional student running by. I didn't really have a plan to hide per say, but hopefully the alarms would go off soon. I wanted this to be done and over with as soon as possible, but of course my luck was rotten. I leaned against the wall, popping out my phone to try and act casual, when I heard a familiar voice. I tried not to scowl.

"What are you fucking doing over here?" I winced, and prayed to whoever was listening to give me strength to deal with him. Katsuki stomped down the hallway, his hands in his pockets as he approached me. He didn't seem particularly mad, but he wasn't too happy.

"I could ask the same of you. Aren't you supposed to be at the lunchroom?" I countered, and he snorted.

"Well I was going to lunch, and then I heard you and your fucking brother talking. Figured I'd find out what kind of shit Endeavor's daughter is up to. Can't be anything legal or good, huh?" he sneered, glancing around the mostly abandoned hallway. His eyes darted from each door until they stopped at the teacher's lounge and he grinned.

"You said you needed to see Aizawa-sensei, and you're still out here. Why?" His smug smirk irritated the hell out of me, but I couldn't give him any satisfaction. I rolled my eyes and avoided eye contact, unsure of how to deal with this situation. I didn't want to involve him if I could avoid it, but with time running out there wasn't much I could do about him. I was going to be terribly upset if my stake out was ruined by his nosiness.

"It's not really any of your business. I don't want to talk to Aizawa-sensei in front of all the others is all. It's a private matter." I mumbled, staring up at the ceiling as I continued to pray for patience. That was when it started.

Katsuki and I both jolted when the sirens suddenly went off, momentarily caught off guard by the loud noise. I was barely aware of the Sensei's in the lounge suddenly dashing out, ignoring Katsuki and I in favor of finding out what the threat was.

"Security level three has been breached. Students, please promptly evacuate"

"What the fuck is security level three?" Katsuki barked, grabbing the front of my shirt roughly. My eyes widened before narrowing, and I brought my foot down hard on his. He snarled, letting go just as fast.

"One. Don't do that. Two. It means somebody's breached the walls. Three. I don't like that sound coming from down the hall, so we better move fast." It was the sound of students screaming, and it was approaching quickly. I was not about to have my body crushed by others, so I dashed across the hall towards the lounge. Katsuki caught the hint and followed, the two of us slipping in easily.

"Breached the walls…villains?!" He looked a little too enthusiastic for my liking, and I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe? Don't get too excited, we're not allowed to fight. Most we can do is run away. We don't have licenses." I informed him, and he scowled, clenching his fists.

"Who needs fucking licenses I'll kill them all without one"

"And then you'll end up in jail, so chill out. We should be safe in here anyways. We just have to…"

My breath caught in my throat. Katsuki was peering out the window of the room, ranting about something until he noticed I hadn't said anything. He glanced around, his eyes widening at the sight of black mist billowing out in to the room. I had known this was likely. I had known the dangers, but when faced with the reality of it, I only knew fear. Katsuki seemed to tense up as well, but he seemed more excited than I was. Our backs were to the door, currently blocked off by a large mass of students panicking.

"Oh, what do we have here? Curious, curious, I thought this room would be empty."


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