I woke up to the four blank walls of my room, like I do every single day, before the alarm even sounds it's musical bell.

'Sometimes, I wonder if I will wake up if I delete it... but I will not risk it.'

I looked at my phone as the 4:40 turned to 4:41.

I sighed, feeling so unmotivated.

I had a weird feeling, a bad one, that something is lurking out there, something that we still do not know, but that is ruthless and won't give us a break until it breaks us.

To be honest, I always feared that something, without knowing what it is in a tangible way.

I rose to my feet, kicking away some of the negativity to get myself ready. I do not want to cause nii-san some scolding from Aizawa sensei because that won't be easy nor nice. I did my usual stretching, just a few push-ups and rise-ups and a small run around the mansion. Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth.

I was spacing out, gazing at nothing particular, you know, the usual. Then I looked at the mirror.

But I did not see myself. There was a monster, with dagger like teeth and a creepy navy blue skin and no skull. Just a brain sticking out from it's head. It looked like deformed, ugly bird. It reached it's hand to me.

I was wide eyed in terror. My dark quirk reacted to this, and I felt the burning condense over my right hand. It wanted to attack the image in the mirror.

I slapped myself and washed my face with water. I looked up again hesitantly.

I saw only my face. I exhaled in relief.

'What was that...?'

I wish I knew better, and early.

Nii-san and I were walking together to school. Shoto did not utter a single word or try to make any move, against his nature. Even if that benefited my goal, it still hurt me...

'It must have been what I said yesterday...'

we almost reached the school gates, when we found a swarming lot of reporters and journalists blocking our way.

I jolted at the sight and stood firmly in my place.

'Oh no...'

My twin noticed the absence of my marching body beside him. He stopped dead in his tracks. Then he turned. Then he saw the pathetic state I was in.

I was standing, wide eyed, my lips quivering.

"I will hide you." He ensured. These were the first words he mustered out since the moment he woke up. Typical.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I awkwardly nodded, avoiding all eye contact. He sighed then reached out to my hand and held it. Comfort of safety washed over me, that I couldn't let go. And I swear I saw a small, very well hidden smirk that found it's way to nii-san's lips.

'He's savoring his victory...!'

I lowered my head even more in embarrassment. I can't even handle a little (big) swarm of reporters and I always say I want to be in his place in succeeding our father! Just wow.

"Let's go." He stated neutrally, and marched forward, dragging me behind.

When we reached the group if reporters, a certain figure caught my eyes, a very light blue hair paired with a very pale face and a long sleeved shirt was all I caught glimpse of, before nii-san said: "get ready" and plunged forward into the sea of cameras and mics.

But I was sure that whom I saw was no reporter.

I shrugged it off as some curious passer by, despite that lingering feeling of insecurity.

And then, then the waves of questions came.

"What kind of lessons does All Might teach??"

"Lend us your thoughts on what it was like having the 'symbol of peace' standing before you at the education podium!!"

"What do you think of All Might's role as a teacher???"

"Give some insight on All Might!"

I started to feel nauseous with all the pressure coming from all directions. I started to slow my pace but nii-san pressed on my hand a little more to keep his hold on me and brought me closer to him.

"Wait! Aren't you Endeavour's son and daughter please tell us-"

The closest reporter to the gate started but Shoto cut off his question by shoving us away from them and into the school grounds.

The reporters made disappointed groans, but never gave up on getting some interesting material for their article.

I stood for a moment to take a breath of fresh air.

"Thanks..." I told nii-san, too embarrassed to look at him.

He did not say anything, just pulled my hand that he was still holding gently. I understood and continued walking.

Moments and we were in our classroom, only Yaoyarouzu and Iida were inside. As usual. They greeted us as we proceeded towards our seats. Shoto was still holding my hand.

"Um... Shoto... I need to sit..." I told him awkwardly.

He glared at me in frustration, and I could feel the pain rise again in my chest. He let go of my hand, but got his message across nonetheless. I won't let you keep up with that.

I pressed my shoulders closer to my body as I sat myself in my desk. A heavy silence filled the air around us, a silence that almost suffocated me, tortured me.

The same image of that skull-less monster flashed in my eyes. I held my head in pain.

"Todoroki-san... are you alright...?" Yaoyarouzu asked, concern written all over her face.

'Oh no... was it that clear that I was in pain...'

"Yeah, do not worry... I am ok!" I reassured her, a mastered fake smile plastered on my face. Not totally swallowing my lie, she nodded and continued reading her book, still stealing glances here and there.

The awkwardness kept thickening and thickening, until suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Guess who.

Bingo! The explosive boy Bakugou.

And like everyday, he threw his stuff on the floor beside his desk. He then turned his head slowly behind and stopped when he faced me. His eyes widened in killer glare, he then turned back to his front at light speed.

'This does not look good... maybe I should start praying for my soul...'

Progressively, students filled the class, all complaining about the mess at the gates. It was looking normal, until a strong clang! voice was heard. In seconds, seventeen out of twenty-one students were glued to the window, all complaining things like: "step beside" or "give me space" or "let me see". They were all making a mess on the window seats, except one. The explodo lord was safe with one magical yell of pure anger. Do like him.

Then, then the door of our class started moving. Knowing who was behind, the students dispersed themselves in their seats in light speed, to avoid provoking the 'scary'Aizawa sensei. He got into class, papers filling his hands, barely visible signs of annoyance showing in his normal well mastered indifferent expression.

"Good morning class." He said nonchalantly.

A chorus of different toned good mornings came from us. He rested the papers on the table and started again: "Hope you have rested from yesterday's battle... as I was saying yesterday, I took the liberty in seeing your marks and evaluations. Since Midoriya is back now, I am going to imply a few notes."

Everyone, laser focused on our teacher, waited attentively for the wisdom.

"Bakugou. Stop acting like a 7 years old. You're wasting your talent." He implied, slightly annoyed. Bakugou tensed and with his angry expression version 1.51, he answered a "I know.". But this time, he said it deeply and thoughtfully despite his rage. Progress, I guess.

"And you." He directed his speech to the green cinnamon roll, who jolted like if he was met with electricity.

'Not that I blame him... his experience with this homeroom teacher was not exactly fun.'

He explained him that he should fix the issue of broken body parts soon, because he will be much more flexible.

"I need to see some sweat out of you, Midoriya." He coached him.

"Yes sir!!" Was the confident answer of the boy.

"Now to the homeroom notices..." Some students gulped upon hearing the teacher start again. "I'm sorry to jump you all in this so abruptly..."

'Is it going to be a soul shattering exercise...? No, he said it too nicely.'

"We have to choose a class president!" He told us, a shadow cast upon his eyes.

'He's expecting the mess and chaos the class will dive into since this position means capacity for leadership and will surely give a good boost to our heroic career...'

"Finally something school like!!!" The excited lot screamed, making it sound like the whole class.

'ouch... my ears hurt...'

And I was complaining about that... what came after it was worse. All students shot their hands up screaming different versions of "me" and "pick me". Even nii-san raised his hand.

'Now this is a real ouch...'

You must have guessed it, but I did not. I just feel not suited for this, despite that when I was picked as class president back in middle school, everyone including teachers was amazed by my work. It puts a lot of pressure on me, and my democratic way of doing things does not always suit everyone, so... I preferred to do not intervene in that.

'The perfect candidate for this position is not me... it's Iida-kun. He is the one who should be our president. I just know it deep down.'

Just as I was thinking of the guy, he emerged with a speech on the spot proposing the idea of democratic voting for the president. Sensei, shoving himself in his puffy sleep bag said he agreed as long as we finish within the deadline.

'He is seriously going to nap through this...?'

Th results were stunning. Midoriya got three votes, Yaoyarouzu got two, and I got two as well.

'Wait... what? Who...? Why?! It is not nii-san for sure because he knows I hate this. Then...'

Iida has gotten just one, and nii-san did not get any.

'So Shoto gave his vote to somebody else, so did Iida since I voted for him and he got only one vote.'

I prayed that Yaoyarouzu would be chosen over me.

Luckily, sensei asked us to discuss it together. I gave up my position immediately

'It's not that I do not appreciate my friends' trust, it is just that I do not want to disappoint them.'

And with that, everything was settled. Midoriya became our president and Yaoyarouzu was his vice.

"You've got to be shitting me! Who the fu* voted for Deku?!!! And that damn Icy-hot has gotten two fu*ing votes!!" Bakugou complained, screaming.

'Back to normal I see...'

"Well I guess we know whom you voted for..." The tape like hands guy commented sweatdropping.

Midoriya was so stunned that he couldn't say a coherent sentence, while Yaoyarouzu was a bit disappointed.

Iida was looking around him, probably trying to figure out who gave him the vote, but nonetheless was gloomy.

'He wanted the role so badly, and was even suitable for it... I really feel sorry for him...'

The time flew by and it was time for lunch. Like I did since the beginning of school, I took my already prepared bento box (this time of sushi) and headed sneakily to the roof.

But, this time, I was caught.

"Where are you going?" The cold tone of the question froze me in my place. I knew exactly to whom this voice belonged.

'Oh no...'What I feared and avoided with my all, was happening at that moment.

"I am going to have lunch." I answered as bluntly as I could, without turning to face my twin.

"You are still trying to escape me, despite what I have told you multiple times." I could hear his faint frustrated sigh, one that he was most definitely trying to mask.

"I am not trying to escape. I am just trying to grow stronger." I answered him, shoving my trembling hand in my pocket.

"Stop lying. I can sense it." He almost spat.

"Listen-" I started but he cut me.

"No you listen. Whatever you want to do, you are not going to succeed Endeavour. This is not your job and never will be. And if I have to beat that into you the hard way, I will." He said in a calm but infuriated voice.

'He... he threatened me... for the first time in our lives, he...

No...

No this is not true...

No, no, no!!!'

My eyes went wide, and I began shaking uncontrollably.

"Fine..." I bit, then stormed away, as away as possible, from that damn place, from him.

Oof, that was... not so good.Well life is not so nice to keep things as they are, every action has a reaction, even if it came out late.

Well, to be honest this chapter was scheduled to be out yesterday because it was already done by then, but I had to make a slight delay. Not willingly, but what can we do?

Anyways, away from that, can you feel the USJ closing by?

It is one of my favourite events in the series, and the reason why Aizawa Shota became officially my favourite teacher at U.A, and one of my favourite heroes.

There is a special something you will know about Hikoori and Ereaserhead soon, something that I laid a sign or two about before.

Of course I am not going to forget to give my special thanks to MihHale and Blackit Tamer for their support for this humble work! I will try my utmost best to meet your expectations, yours too all of my dearest readers! Thanks everyone for your follows and favourites I never expected to get that much attention!

Another thing, would you guys prefer that I make each season/arc in a separate volume, so that the story does not get too many chapters or do you want me to keep them together?

Hope you Enjoyed!

Regards.

Author-chan.