A few days had passed since the USJ incident. School was cancelled that day and the day after, so that left Friday as the only other day Uraraka would go to school.

It also marked the end of her first week, so... Yeah, took its sweet time coming.

Like Recovery Girl suggested, her leg was wrapped in a cast, with Uraraka using a cane to help her walk around. Sure, she could always just fly around, but that had the chance to mesz up her leg and, yeah, better avoid that.

And no, there wasn't a sword hidden inside the cane.

Anyhow, Uraraka walked around a collection of stores on the street, trying to enjoy her day off. Of course, her mind was still clouded by all that happened during the USJ attack, as well as All Might's request at the end of it.

Note to Uraraka: Pay this "Detective Tsukauchi" a visit when possible. If possible.

Regardless, Uraraka had her priorities straight: hope her legs get better, see the detective when she can, and anything else can just stay in the backburner for now.

"Uraraka!"

The girl stopped at hearing her name being called, and slowly turned as she made a faint guess who called her: the voice was feminine, so it couldn't be any of the guys, and as far as she knew none of her female classmates lived near her, so it had to be Yui, right?

In actuality, it was Kendo, Yui's friend.

"Oh hey, you're... Kendo, right?" Uraraka inquired, gaining a little smile. "I didn't know you lived in this prefecture."

"I don't, I came here because I heard about what happened to you," Kendo replied, lowering her eyelids as she looked at Uraraka's leg. "How are you holding up?"

Uraraka took a quick glance at her leg before she waved her hand. "I'm doing just fine, nothing to worry about."

"You charged your leg with built up energy and discharged it, right after spending a lot of energy getting your classmates to safety," Kendo pointed out, looking concerned. "I don't understand how Titans think of the world, but to me, that sounds like a big deal."

Uraraka lowered her head, her smile slowly turning into a frown.

"Hey, I'm not saying you did the wrong thing, quite the contrary," Kendo put a hand on Uraraka's shoulder. "But you need to be more consciou about what people see. Just because you think an injured leg isn't a big deal doesn't mean everybody else will think the same."

Uraraka's frown only deepened as she avoided eye contact... And spotted something in the distance.

"Uraraka?" Kendo raised an eyebrow. "You look shocked, did you see something?"

Uraraka, her expression frozen, flipped Kendo around to witness the event in question: a tall man and a little girl with white hair stood close to a gift shop, a cloaked figure approaching them with a knife extended forward.

Uraraka's expression turned sharp. "Kendo, how fast can you run?"

"Is pretty fast an acceptable answer?" Kendo replied.

"Perfect."

Uraraka surrounded her in a pink aura and flew towards the duo, Kendo doing her best to catch up.

Once Uraraka caught up with the pair, she aimed her palm forward and her hair changed color as a shield surrounded the duo. However, instead of her bangs turning pink, it turned black, and her eyes turned golden.

Plus, instead of affecting the gravity of the knife, the shield blocked and repelled the strike of the knife, snapping it in two. Oddly enough, the hooded figure giggled at this result.

"Kendo, now!"

The redhead spread her arms, increased her hands' size to their biggest size, and clasped them together at the cloaked figure. However, Kendo only managed to grab the figure's cloak, the figure herself leaping high in the air before throwing a syringe at Uraraka, who turned back to normal as she approached the captured cloak.

The syringe hit Uraraka, and with alarming speed, it suck off a good deal of her blood before releasing and being pulled back to the figure, who stood on the top of a lamppost as Uraraka grabbed her arm.

The figure, a blonde girl who looked only slightly older than Kendo and Uraraka, eyed the blood on the container: along bits of red, there were also splotches of pink, purple, blue, and black all over the blood.

"Strong enough to shatter knives and possessing multicolored blood?" the girl giggled again. "Looks like I got myself a really good catch!"

"You little brat!" Uraraka yelled. "Trying to stab someone in the middle of a public place?! Who do you think you are!?"

"Okay, first, I'm older than you, second, if you need to know my name, It's Himiko Toga," the blonde girl chirped, saving the container on her pocket. "Although It's kinda pointless to tell you about this now. After all..."

Himiko flashed a sadistic grin. "I'll be someone entirely different next time we meet."

Himiko jumped from lamppost to lamppost, giggling all the while. Uraraka wanted to give chase, but a look at Kendo's eyes convinced her that it wasn't worth it. At least, not now.

Instead, she turned back to the pair she and Kendo just saved. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, though you didn't really have to do it: my Quirk would've allowed me to deal with the stabber before she got too close," the man, wearing a beak-like mask, expressed. "And before you bring up the law or anything: a stabber was about to stab me and my daughter to death, I'm pretty sure any strike I did back would count as self-defense."

And then the man turned to the young girl. "Now, Eri, before we leave, is there something you want to tell the people who saved us?"

"What happened to your leg?" Eri asked, poking the cast.

Uraraka flinched and squeaked, prompting the man to pull the girl back. "If you're going to injure somebody, at least act like you're sorry afterwards.

"Injured?" Eri repeated. "She's injured?"

"Her leg's in a cast, what do you think?"

"What's a cast?"

The man took a deep breath. "She means to say, " thank you for saving us". Forgive her, she's not very good with people."

"It's alright," Uraraka took a deep breath and put on a reassuring smile. "As long as nobody got hurt, It's fine by us."

The man nodded, and left with the girl in tow. This left Kendo and Uraraka alone on the crowded street, prompting them to go to somewhere a little less crowded.

They settled on a little park near the train station: there were still people around, but not as many as on the street. The sound of the train station was also rather prevalent, especially when the girls suddenly heard:

"GODDAMMIT, KIRISHIMA!"

They exchanged looks and headed to the station, where they saw a rather peculiar pair arrive: Bakugo and Kirishima.

"You said you knew which train would take us back home, so how in the hell did we end up on the Mei prefecture!?"

"Relax, dude, we were planning to go here anyway, remember?"

"You were planning to go here! I was dragged along!"

And then the boys noticed the girls approaching them, particularly taking notice of Uraraka's leg cast.

This, surprisingly enough, caused Bakugo to calm down a little. "How's your leg doing, Round-Face?"

"It's getting a little better," Uraraka answered, holding a cautious tone. "Hopefully it'll be healed by next week."

"Speaking of that leg, you remember the USJ, right?" Kirishima put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "Bakugo has something to tell you."

"If it's just a bunch of swearing and how you didn't need help, then save it," Kendo sternly responded. "Nobody needs people to tell them something like that, especially after they helped everybody."

Bakugo gritted his teeth. "It's not that, It's..." Bakugo winced and said something in a really small voice.

A voice that Uraraka still heard, considering her smile. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Th... Y.u..."

"I don't think we got that," Kendo remarked.

"Th..k... Yo!..."

Uraraka leaned forward. "Once more, pretty please-"

"Thank you, alright!?" Bakugo snapped. "Thank you for helping everybody get to safety! There, I said it! Are you happy!?"

Eith a smug grin, "Very" was Uraraka's choice of an answer. Whether she'd come out alive of this discussion, Uraraka was far too caught up on seeing Bakugo actually thanking her to care.

Now she just needed him to apologize to Midoriya and then they'd be even.

"There's something else we need to add, though," Kirishima said, getting Uraraka's attention.

"Turns out, a certain someone requested for me to be transferred from 1-A," Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "Care to guess who did it, Round-Face?"

"Who replaced you?" Uraraka responded immediately, hiding her satisfaction behind an innocent smile.

"Ibara Shiozaki," Kendo interjected, snapping her fingers. "That was actually something I wanted to tell you too: Shiozaki's transfer was permitted after the USJ incident, once Principal Nezu looked at Bakugo's past records."

Bakugo groaned. "I'll join the Class 1-B roster next week on Monday, and this Shiozaki bitch is going to join 1-A on the same day."

"Good riddance," Uraraka stated, her smile gaining a condescending feel to it. "I'll be sure to count how long it takes until you become nothing more than a distant memory!"

No, wait, she was falling into the ego trap! The arrogant trap! She needed to backpedal this instant or else she'd become like another Titan!

"I mean... Have fun on your new class, Bakugo," Uraraka turned to Kirishima. "Anyway, if you need to take a specific train, tell me and I'll see if I can help you find it."

"Two more things before that," Kirishima said with a toothy grin. "First, we're going to have a picnic at a local hangout to welcome our new classmate, wanna join?"

"Sure, but Kendo should join as well," Uraraka said, turning to the redhead in question. "She's Shiozaki's classmate, I'm sure letting her see who she'll have class with starting next week will help build a friendship between the classes."

Kendo turned to Uraraka, smiled, anf nodded before turning back to the boys. "What's the second thing?"

"Okay, It's a doozy: remember the U.A. Sports Festival?" Kirishima's smile grew wider. "They're going to change its date so it happens in three weeks time!"

Kendo cheered up and clasped her hands as she and Kirishima talked about What this meant, Bakugo ignoring them as Uraraka blinked twice and looked at the sky, feeling a sense of familiarity.

"The U.A. Sports Festival..."