When Class 1-A returned to their homeroom, they all walked towards their desks. They moved sparingly, as they were curiously cautious about the folders laying atop each desk. They all picked them up, the sounds of shuffling and flipping pages filling the room. There wasn't a word spoken for a while, mostly just cautious breaths and odd glances about, as people tried to figure out which classmates they could work well with.
The door to the classroom opened, and the first person to enter was Vlad King. The hero narrowed his eyes, looking across the students with some thought running through his mind. No one could tell what the Pro had on his mind, but he soon inhaled. "All students assigned to my group raise your hands. While you prepare for the trip tonight, I'll be formulating battle plans based on your quirks." he said, the class watching as Asui, Uraraka, Momo and Aoyama all raised their hands. It was a weird selection of students, but their Quirks could be put to use together.
Pro Heroes took turns coming and revealing who was working with who. Most of the students had figured out where they were assigned, and with who. A few of the students were rather glad, as Cementoss had both Kirishima and Tetsutetsu on his team, and Ashido, Mineta, Sero and Kaminari were all part of Midnight's group. They seemed to be paired off in squads of four led by a pro, something they found rather interesting. Five was an odd number to choose over something like three.
The next Pro Hero to walk into the room, with his odd step and his students waiting at the doorway, was Captain Ezekiel. There were only a few students left, and Captain Ezekiel being one of the possible Pros had a few of the students worried. Nobody had ever worked with him before, and it wasn't like he was easy to be around. His entire group was unusual in both appearance and personality.
"Will the students assigned to mein group please raise their hands." he said, the students watching curiously as they waited on baited breath to see hands rise. When they did, everyone blinked at the fact that only two hands came up. "This should be pretty fun." they heard Jebediah whisper to his brothers, Raphael chuckling at something that seemed completely unrelated.
"Very good. I am sure you already know Raphael Christo and Jebediah Licht. They will be joining you two on the trip. I trust that will not be a problem, Herr Bakugo? Herr Todoroki?"
The two in question shook their heads, Todoroki's eyes passing over the other Ritter, wondering exactly how well he could work with someone whose powers were sound based, or with Bakugo. He knew that a sonic wave could dispel his fire, and forceful enough noise ran the risk of shattering his ice, not to mention Bakugo's explosions. He also witnessed Bakugo's fight with Raphael, and he was fully aware that the light of 'Seraphim' would be a struggle to work with if it clashed with his ice. This was quite a bother.
The final Pro they saw, within a half hour after the first, was Gang Orca. He was a tall, imposing force, and many of the students breathed sighs of relief when they realized that they wouldn't be part of any team with him. He inhaled, glancing about the class with his crimson orbs, rubbing a clawed finger along his scalp. "I'm sure you know who you are if you're part of my team. I just want to warn you about the fact that Monoma from 1-B will be with us. I know how he antagonizes you." he noted.
A few of the students allowed themselves a chuckle at that statement. Monoma did seem to have a burning hatred for them, to the point of it being comical. Although, a few of the students who weren't paying much attention to the hands that rose and fell were confused, interested in who was actually on Gang Orca's team.
The sound of Till's footsteps reached them next, his eyes scanning the classroom before he bowed, his gloomy appearance not any more comforting despite how polite he was. "I look forward to working with you both, Herr Midoriya, Frau Jiro." he said, glancing to Gang Orca, who only narrowed a single eye at him, that finger scratching the black skin along his temple again.
Kaminari frowned. He glanced to Jiro and Midoriya, rather agitated that they were being sent off to who knows where without him. And not only that, there were two other men heading with her as well. It was as if Principal Nezu was mocking him indirectly, taunting him by sending the girl of his dreams off as the lone female in a group of five. He could feel his fists ball, a spark flying off his shoulder.
The sound reached Gang Orca's ears, and he glanced in the direction of the lone student who seemed unhappy with the fact that he wasn't part of a different group. He didn't really understand it, but he assumed it had something to do with the girl in his group. Children were focused on the wrong things these days, and he hoped that the electricity user would get his priorities straight on this mission.
"You gonna keep walking around in that stupid ass costume?" Dabi asked, the duo taking the long walk from UA to Shiketsu, Eros shrugging his shoulders as they took step after step. "I can't exactly go shopping in broad daylight. I'm a wanted criminal right now, so I'll take what I can get." he said, his partner rolling his crystalline eyes. "Where'd you get that shit anyway?"
Eros glanced to his partner, rolling his shoulders. He was feeling rather sore, his body cramped from both the seal on his power and his lack of stressful activity. He needed to get into a fight sooner rather than later. Maybe there was a school on the way and he could spar with whatever group of students was sent there. It wasn't the nicest thing, but he needed a chance to throw a kick or two.
"The front desk at UA. I showed up and told them my uniform got destroyed training. They just handed me a brand new one without even asking for ID. I was almost upset at how easy it was." he said, and Dabi looked to him like he was crazy. Eros was by far one of the least sane people he'd met, and he was convinced that he'd almost rather be around Twice's insane ramblings than this religious freak's casual small talk.
"Are you serious about turning on the League?" Dabi asked, and Eros glanced to him, nodding without much thought. "Of course. Why, have you grown so fond of me that you don't wanna take the chance of fighting?" he asked, a smirk across his features. The patchwork pyromancer frowned, blue flames creeping along his arms and shoulders as he glared at the rainbow eyed warrior. "Fat fucking chance."
Eros saw the anger across Dabi's face, realizing that his partner didn't seem to do well with assertions that he had positive emotions at all. It was quite odd, but with the life he'd chosen, it made perfect sense. You couldn't be much of a 'Villain' if you were going around playing nice and making friends. He had to be the pyromaniac sociopath. He looked evil, and no matter how much he tried to play it off as a fashion choice, his patchwork skin wasn't something a Hero would have.
"You know, you remind me a lot of Lucifer." he said, Dabi's flames dissipating as he was confused, almost bamboozled by the unexpected comment. "What?"
Eros chuckled, finding his friend's confusion rather endearing. "Not the Prince of Pride in some mythos, but God's Left Hand. An angel without compare that rebelled against his Creator because of their differing views. It led him to be condemned and considered 'The Devil' or a 'Fallen Angel'. I bet… before the shaggy hair and stitches, you were quite a handsome fellow. One that people would consider a shoe in to be a good Hero."
Dabi's long arm shot out, catching Eros by the collar and pulling him close, the pyromancer almost baring fangs in his face, the rage in his eyes almost changing their color. "Don't you ever fucking talk about who I was. Especially if you're going to spout shit about me being some angel. I'm not some privileged brat with good looks and a strong Quirk, and I never was." he said, and Eros only continued to smile. He was getting to know Dabi better one way or another. He wanted to prod further, but he decided that his friend needed to have a clear mind if he was going to do anything important, like attack Psylocke.
When Jiro got back to her room, she allowed her mind to run rampant while she packed. She was being sent off somewhere with Gang Orca and Deku, the only other people that know about Eros. Was it possible that was done on purpose? No, that couldn't be. It was random after all. There was no way someone who wasn't aware would have any reason to put the three of them together if it wasn't. Right?
Then, her next thought. What if Eros came after the school they went to? Would she have to fight him off? How could she, none of them knew what his Quirk was. Every time someone spoke about Eros' Quirk, it was some kind of different power or ability that had no sensible connection to the last. What if his Quirk was some kind of hypnosis that made it seem like a different Quirk each time?
Or what if Eros was some kind of European Nomu? What if Eros was a science experiment gone wrong, or right, that had a multitude of Quirks? How do you combat something like that? Most Nomu are hindered by their lack of cognitive function, of intelligence. However, Eros was obviously intelligent to some degree, as he managed to commit multiple crimes in succession without being identified by anyone but her, Deku and Gang Orca, and even then, she couldn't be sure it was him.
She shook her head. She had to stop being so paranoid. She had bigger problems and more important things to deal with. The primary thing was the fact that she was being sent off with Monoma, and not Kendo. This meant that he'd be unhindered at every turn to try and humiliate and mock her and Deku for any mistake they made, real or imagined.
She knew that Gang Orca and Till would be there to help, but in the event of a crisis, she wondered if he'd rather laugh as they were struck down over helping someone from Class 1-A. It was worrying.
She heard a knock at her door, snapping her out of her trance as she jumped. She blinked, wondering exactly who it could be at her door. She glanced to her alarm clock, realizing that it was halfway through the afternoon. She still had a few hours to get prepared, possibly nap or something. She stopped packing, glancing to the single suitcase that had almost everything she'd need before she headed to the door.
When she opened the door, she froze momentarily at the sight of Kaminari. What exactly did he want, especially in broad daylight while everyone else was moving about so enthusiastically? "What is it?" she asked, and he only frowned, his eyes unreadable, his body language rather limp and silent.
"Are you going to be okay out there?" he asked, and she narrowed her eyes. What exactly did that mean? "I'd be more worried about yourself. Sero and Mineta are gonna be pretty useless with Midnight in charge." she said, and he grit his teeth, his fists clenched. She glanced to his hands, noticing that his knuckles were pretty white, as if he'd been angry about something for a while.
"I meant with them." he said, and Jiro narrowed her eyes. Who was he talking about? Her teammates? Was he still truly hung up on this, after she'd shut him down for his overly paranoid actions? "I'm going to be fine, Kaminari. Maybe you should focus on something important, like why you're at this school. I've already told you that I'm focused on my actual work. Maybe you should be too."
"Don't give me that shit!" he shouted, catching her off guard as he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. She froze, not used to being handled so roughly. It kind of frightened her. There was something else wrong here. There was no way that Kaminari could be this jealous and insecure about this. Someone had to be manipulating his mind to make him lash out. At least, that's what she hoped.
He shoved her back, her footing slipping as she stumbled back, bumping into one of her drum sets and grunting in discomfort. She looked over to Kaminari, seeing the sheer evil across his features. Something really was wrong with him, and she prayed as hard as she could that it was an outside source, and his jealousy hadn't driven him passed the point of no return.
The walk was silent for the duo, Dabi trying to diffuse his anger while Eros simply let his hotheaded partner simmer. Although, something else felt off to him. He couldn't place his finger on it, but something was wrong somewhere that mattered, and he closed his eyes. He prayed silently, his thoughts traveling to the divine being known as 'Metatron', the highest angel of all and the one called the 'Voice of God'. He wondered if the Metatron would carry his message for him, a message that all would be well. He prayed to God that an angel would remedy this uneasy feeling in his heart.