At the end of the week, the classroom was fit to burst with sound. Everyone wanted to share their experiences at the internships.

"Uraraka, are you okay?" Midoriya asked. He had a good reason to feel concerned. She hasn't been acting as laid-back as she used to be, even though that's what her name means.

"Must...train...harder..." Uraraka stood still while throwing a few punches.

"I don't know what Gunhead did, but it's working." I wanted to hear what the others had to say. "What about you, Midoriya?"

"I went with Gran Torino. He's a great guy, and I think I've unlocked the secret to my Quirk."

Eraser Head, once again, had to calm us down before class started. "Shiraseru? The principal wants to see you."

Oh God. I ran a list through my head of anything bad I might have done, and the list turned out empty. I remembered what Eraser Head told me about rumors spreading to teachers as well. Is this what this meeting's going to be about?

"You know where the office is, right?"

I swallowed hard. "Yeah." I could feel twenty pairs of eyes looking at me as I walked out the door.

The principal's office could have been easily confused for a living room. It seemed like a homey place to be. There was two sofas facing each other with a table in the middle and a teapot.

"Come in!" A high voice cut through the silence, and I took my spot on the sofa.

"I understand what you must be going through right now." I almost fell on the floor. I knew that Principal Nezu wasn't human, but seeing him in person was a lot different from what I expected.

"Is this about the 'going home' thing?" I unconsciously started looking for a way out.

"You're right. Why don't you pour yourself a cup?" Nezu had already taken his drink.

"Look, I don't know when I will be going home, if it's even possible. I've just been thinking of what's happening in my world, and I have to ask a favor of you, if that's okay."

"Sure."

"Kurogiri, as far as I know, is gone. He's not in Japan, and he doesn't know the exact coordinates of any place in other countries. Of course, he can't just slip through and pass through airport security; even if they can't catch him, I'll know that he's at least here. That means that he's used his particle accelerator to travel to my world."

"Is there anything else I need to know."

I put my hands together. "We need to travel to my world and stop him." Just like most things I say, this cranked the tension in the room up a few notches.

Taking a deep breath, I continued. "In my world, no one has Quirks. I was born Quirkless, and the only reason I'm here is because I was gifted one once I entered this world."

"What do you mean by 'entered?' Assuming that Kurogiri travels between the two worlds using his portals, didn't you do the same?"

"Not really. Someone forced me here, but he's the reason why I have my Quirk. Even in person, I don't think I can explain this well enough for you to understand. I don't even know if I understand this yet."

"Are you finished?" Nezu wasn't trying to be mean or anything. If anything, it was my fault for explaining this so poorly to him.

"I need your help. Everyone's Quirkless, and that essentially makes Kurogiri the strongest man in the world. It's been two weeks, and who knows how much damage he's already caused. Also..." I had a sudden flashback.

"My parents are there. I want to keep them safe."

Nezu sighed. "This is a hard decision. We need all the firepower we have. That means convincing all Pro Heroes and the students to join your cause. I'll see what I can do."

I went back to the classroom feeling even more confused than when I had first walked in. There was one easy way to get the attention of everyone in the school, but I had to make my shot count.

First off, I vanished. I didn't want to attract any more attention than what I would get from what I was about to do. Focusing as hard as I could, I projected holographic screens in every classroom in the building. I reappeared, checked a monitor, and saw that my face was now being broadcasted to several hundred students across the building. I calmed myself before beginning my speech.

There was nothing to lose.


Midoriya knew better than to slack off in class, but something was bothering him, as well as his classmates. It had been twenty minutes, and Shiraseru still wasn't back from his trip to the principal's. Nezu was a nice guy in general. What did Shiraseru do?

Mr. Aizawa's speaking was suddenly cut short by the holographic display that almost clipped through his head. Aizawa flinched and stood back to see what was going on. It was Shiraseru.

"Hello? Is this thing working?" He tapped at another display by his side before grimacing and shoving that display away.

"I have only one shot at explaining this to you all. If you're in Class 1-A, you've heard this already; if not, well, just listen."

Midoriya heard Shiraseru recount his past year, starting with the "mysterious portal" that brought him to this world. He and his classmates had already heard the same events before, but in a different order. This time, though, Shiraseru was able to make his point across. Mineta, who ignored him at the start, began to pay attention.

"You might be thinking, what's the point? We're getting there. My goal is to make sure that this doesn't happen again." Shiraseru snapped, and the screen flickered before switching to a video feed of one of Kurogiri's attacks. The landscape was foreign; Midoriya was never the best at geography, but he could tell that this was still somewhere in Japan.

For thirty seconds, the classrooms were filled with the sounds of swirling wind, screaming, and crumbling buildings. The recording then clicked off, revealing Shiraseru's face again.

"I know where Kurogiri is." If anyone still wasn't paying attention, they definitely were now. Shiraseru's eyes kept avoiding the camera, as if he was still thinking about what to say.

"Kurogiri has disappeared off the face of the Earth. He's instead traveled to my Earth. If you don't believe me, look at this." Shiraseru revealed another display that showed the particle accelerator simulation.

"This is the particle accelerator that Kurogiri has been running experiments on. If you look at these notes here, running the machine for longer periods of time will create a gateway between your world and mine. For some reason that I still haven't figured out yet, Kurogiri has become stronger because of this. For his first two attacks, he didn't go through the gate, but now, he has."

Whispering started to pop up in the classroom, and Eraser Head's gaze shut them up. He seemed to say, We need to hear him out.

"In my world, everyone is Quirkless. I was born Quirkless. The holographic displays that are in your classrooms at this very moment may disprove that, but this Quirk was gifted to me by the same person who brought me here."

"My point is, I need your help. I can't do this alone. Kurogiri is now the most powerful man in the world, and no one's possibly going to stop him. Together, we need to take him out so he can't hurt anyone else again."

"If you don't agree with me, consider this. We're training to be heroes. We're supposed to capture villains and save the lives of innocent people before the villains are able to take them. Something needs to be done. There may have been casualties already."

"I have no way of knowing whether you agree with me or not. I don't even know if you're even listening. It just feels nice to get this out there, and you've heard my view on things. See you later." Shiraseru waved to the camera with an expression between resolution and sadness. The display flickered out of existence.

After five seconds of stunned silence, everyone suddenly began talking at the same time. Eraser Head's teaching abilities no longer worked as the students had debates on whether what they should do.

"I can't believe how selfish he's being, taking up class time like that. Whatever you say, I'm not going." Midoriya couldn't recognize the voice. He was too busy deciding on what to do himself.


Vlad King stared at the spot where the screen used to be. He narrowed his eyes. Is this one of Class 1-A's students? Who has the audacity to interrupt everyone's class like that?

"Everyone, stop talking." His attempt went unsuccessful.

Neito Monoma ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Class 1-A never fails to disappoint, asking us for help. We could just ignore him!" He had a sudden fit of maniacal laughter that was only cut short when Itsuka Kendo slammed a fist over his head.

Ibara Shiozaki's voice could barely be heard over the commotion. "While I don't exactly agree with his methods, he's got a point. As long as he has a plan and he knows what he's doing, I'm on board."

Vlad King turned his back to the class. This wasn't good. Kurogiri had somehow evaded the Pro Heroes for a third time. The concept of two different worlds was still a hard thing to comprehend.

As much as he wanted to tell Shiraseru off for causing a disturbance, some part of him knew that Shiraseru was right. A world where 100% of the population had no Quirk to defend themselves with was a disaster waiting to happen. He took out his phone and texted a message.

"Eraser Head, tell Shiraseru that I will only agree once he has a plan."


I sighed. I looked down at my arms to see that they had been covered with sweat. My legs shook with every step I took, and it took me some time before I arrived at the doors of Class 1-A. Mustering my courage, I stepped inside.

Whatever debate was going on right now stopped immediately as I took a seat.

Eraser Head broke the tension. "Shiraseru! You're back."

I didn't even know what to say.


AN: I have a rare opportunity to actually update quickly, and now as we're approaching the end of the story, I feel the need to finish this more. Not sure how the ending's going to work out right now.