Six years had passed and the then seven-year-olds were now thirteen. Most of them were in junior high with the intention to be enrolled into U.A. Sirius walked past Shuichi and stopped outside the classroom to talk to the other mutant-type Quirk user.

"Hi, my name's Sirius Blakefield. How are you?"

The lizard boy glanced up and smiled at Sirius. "I'm doing well. I'm Iguchi Shuichi, by the way. I'm just looking for the classroom I'm supposed to be in." He held a piece of paper up to Sirius and the dog boy had a quick look.

"Ah, that'd be this one." He motioned to the classroom they were standing in front of. "How ironic." Sirius chuckled, watching as Shuichi joined in his laughter briefly before both boys settled and walked into the classroom.

The pair sat down and a teacher entered next, who introduced themself as the pair's homeroom teacher for the next three years.


Later on that afternoon, a young teenage girl with a cat Quirk stood in front of the building for the League of Villains. Katherine Thomas was ashamed for having fallen so low as to associate with criminals, when she had originally strived to be a hero.

"Well, look who it is." The door opened and the man known as Tomura stood before her, creeping her out with the disembodied hands on his face. "I thought you weren't going to come. Raised by heroes, after all. Kids like you tend to want to stay heroes."

"I gave up on wanting to become a hero." It wasn't a complete lie, but she had to make ends meet somehow. "What was the point when there's no one to cheer me on?" Katherine's head hung low and her voice trembled from the sadness she had not managed to bury.

"Cut that out." Tomura insisted, reaching with a hand to lift her chin with one finger. "You're not a child anymore, so grow up. You're a villain so you better pray you don't get caught and follow me."

Katherine swallowed a sniffle, thankful that the man had only used one finger. She silently followed Tomura into a back room where he was rummaging around, looking for something. He soon retrieved a box and handed it to her. "I want you to deliver this to this apartment."

A note came included with the box and Katherine glanced at it. It's a student's address! Katherine glanced between her boss and the note again. What was he planning to do to this student? It certainly sounded like he intended to hurt them in some way or another.

"What are you waiting for?" Tomura asked, leering at her from behind the hands on his face. "Go!"

Katherine stumbled back in surprise at the order, before turning to hightail it out of there. Making it to the door, she almost fell over in her haste to get away from the man. Thoughts whirled through her mind as she ran down the pavement, heading to the student's house.

Almost at the driveway of the residence, Katherine nearly crashed into a rather furry boy coming from the house. Stopping her adrenaline-filled run, the cat Quirk user started profusely apologizing for running into him, to which he stared at her then at the parcel.

"Who's that for?" The boy asked.

He bore a name tag that read Sirius Blakefield, Katherine noticed… which happened to be the same name as the one on the note, too. Her eyes widened and she was forced to make a choice. Should she carry out Tomura's instructions and give this package to the boy? Or should she ignore him?

"I-It's a parcel." The girl stammered, suddenly not wanting to carry out her boss' orders. This boy seemed nice enough at first glance. What did the League of Villains want with him? Katherine couldn't help but ponder.

The boy chuckled. "I can see that." He remarked lightly. "Who's it for?"

Katherine froze at the polite insistence, starting to tremble now. Before she realized it, tears started down her face. This alarmed the boy who hurried to hold her in a comforting manner.

"It's okay. Come on, let's sit down." Wordlessly, he took the parcel from the girl, noticing the note. The League of Villains? Who are they? And, more importantly, why would this girl work for them? She looks innocent enough. Sirius shook his head to clear his thoughts and rubbed the girl's arm to help calm her.

"I don't need to know everything, but are you a little in over your head? Do you want to talk about it?" The dog boy asked quietly. Call it a hunch, but he was guessing the girl didn't really want to be doing this kind of stuff.

Nodding silently, the girl spoke. "You're really smart."