"Izu! You can't give me crap about waking up late for school if you do the same ya hypocrite!" Sakura rubbed her eyes blearily as she knocked once on his door before entering, her face turning bright red.

"I-I-I-I-IZUKU?!"

A head of long, messy, straight black hair pulled itself up from the pillow, "Wha-What's going on?"

"M-M-M-Miss Yaoyorozu? What are you doing in bed with my brother?!"

"Bed?" Yaoyorozu slurred as she turned to her other side, Izuku tangled in the covers and working his way out. "Eh… Eh… EH?! Nononono, wait! It's not what you think!" She looked down at her body, relieved to see that she was still fully clothed. "W-We were just… c-c-cuddling…" She muttered, too embarrassed to say it loud and proud. Pulling off the covers, she went to step out of bed, realizing with a shock that she was only wearing panties, her school uniform bottom must've slipped off in the night, she always was a wild sleeper after all. Of course, this did nothing to help the misunderstanding and Sakura's face became a deeper shade of red right alongside Yaoyorozu's.

She had always been bugging her brother to get a girlfriend, or at least someone to confide in, like a best friend, and everyone knew that Bakugo didn't count, but she hadn't expected things to progress this fast. "I'll just… leave you two alone," Sakura blurted out, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Ugh… sorry," Izuku said, finally coming to and recognizing the situation, "I'll make sure she doesn't get the wrong idea."

"S-So… we didn't actually… ya know… right?"

"WHAT?! N-N-N-NO! I'd never… I mean… not without… um… We should get going! Don't wanna be late!"

Yaoyorozu wanted to shove her cherry-red face into a dark hole and never bring it out, but she also couldn't deny the comfort she had felt resting in Izuku's arms the previous night. "I want to do that again…" She admitted to herself as Izuku hopped out of bed, doing his best not to look at Yaoyorozu's bottom half.

Izuku smiled as he walked out of his bedroom, moving to track down his sister, "Maybe Sakura was right all along. I needed someone to comfort me. I don't want to be selfish but… I want last night to happen again."

By the time Izuku and Yaoyorozu reached school, a good amount of the awkwardness between them had faded. It probably helped that Sakura was surprisingly understanding and apologized for the rude awakening after the situation was explained. But this didn't mean that their morning was going to be calm from there on out.

Izuku's eyebrows shot up as he realized there were at least two dozen students he had never met before crowding around 1-A's door. "What the…?"

"I think those are classes 1-B and 1-C. What are they doing here?"

A voice appeared just to the right of Izuku, "They're scouting the competition of course." Todoroki answered, "Our class was the one to handle a Villain attack after all. Or at least what the news stations are calling a Gate break."

Yaoyorozu nodded, "I kinda forgot in all the chaos, but I'm curious as to why the Monitoring Division is keeping it so hush hush."

"It's because of that Kurogiri Villain. He could create Gates out of nothing. Imagine if that knowledge got out to the public. No warning, no week long grace period before it opened, just a Gate the could pour Villains into your living room."

"Hey you!" A steely voice sounded, causing Izuku's focus to track back to the crowd, "You're the one that beat the Zero-pointer aren't you!"

As much as he didn't want to, Izuku couldn't help but make comparisons between this guy and Kirishima. His hair was a silvery white and his face held no real similarities to Kirishima's, but the way he carried himself and the Mana coming off of him seemed way too familiar. "That's right."

"We're here with a declaration of war!"

"Eh?"

"My classmate Monoma is relaying the same info to the rest of your class so I needed to do the same over here!"

Izuku held his hands up in a peaceful gesture, "Okay? Could you be a bit quieter though? The other classes are starting to get annoyed."

Looking around, this new kid was indeed seeing quite a few glares from the senior students as they attempted to chat with their friends in the hall. "Oh… well I'm still here to declare war!"

"He was only quieter for one word," Izuku bemoaned.

"Just because you survived a Villain attack doesn't mean you're special 1-A! Mark my words, 1-B is gonna be at the top of this Sports Festival! Hey! Where are you going?!"

"This is a worthless conversation," Todoroki said, his monotone way of speaking having a greater effect than most would've anticipated.

"Well… I'm Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu!" He shouted, turning back to where Izuku and Yaoyorozu had been standing, surprised to see that they were gone as well.

Even after the bell had rung, it took Aizawa's deep red gaze and the threat of expulsion to clear the crowd.

"The Festival is only a few days away, so I'm going to be going over most of the rules right now." Aizawa tapped on his mobile device, bringing up a display on the board behind him, "First, no armor and no weapons are allowed unless given for the event. Skills and Quirks that can summon weapons, like Yaoyorozu's Creation Quirk, or Midoriya's ability to summon that armor are allowed."

Izuku sighed quietly, "It's not like I can do that anymore though. Maybe I should try going back into the Heavenly Palace to get some items…" He narrowed his eyes, "No. Bakugo and Todoroki won't be using anything either, I'll just have to make do with my current Stats and my Army."

"There are three events that will take place, each decided at random by a spinning wheel. These games will slowly weed out the contestants, so do your best to not lose in the first or second event, otherwise, the scouts might not deem you important enough. Most contestants that make it to the third event get at least one scout watching them. Your costumes won't be allowed since y…"

Aizawa seemed to trail off as Izuku got lost in his own world once more. He felt like he was daydreaming more and more often, but despite that, he never missed any information from the teachers, "Maybe the System is compensating?" But what was really on Izuku's mind was far more mysterious. Yaoyorozu's mention of Kurogiri had reinvigorated Izuku's curiosity, "What did Thirteen know?"

"Yep… six-eight-two, this is the apartment," Tsukauchi told himself, tucking away the piece of paper into his suit pocket. He was here as the head of the Monitoring Division, but despite his official power, he was here illegally. He had not gotten permission to investigate Thirteen's home, as his higher-ups in the Association decided that it was not necessary and told him to forget about the incident. But something in the back of his mind refused to let him forget. Maybe it was Izuku's concern over what Thirteen knew, maybe it was All Might's severe reaction to the two Villains, or maybe, "Maybe I just need to know for myself."

Taking a quick look around him, Tsukauchi wrapped his hand around the doorknob and twisted, using his A-Rank strength to easily break in.

Moving inside, he noted that the place was nothing special. One floor, one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen. "Even today, teachers and rescue-type Heroes get paid too little."

A picture of Thirteen, without her suit on caught his eyes and he looked over, surprised to see her crouching down to take a picture with a student, "She almost never took that thing off in the presence of others… that student must've been pretty special." She had bob-cut black hair, deep dark eyes, and a blinding smile. All things considered, she was quite beautiful and Tsukauchi felt a pang of remorse that more people didn't get to see her like that. "Sorry for invading your home Thirteen… but I just have to know."

It took only fifteen minutes… fifteen minutes to realize that there was nothing special in any of her small rooms. There weren't any hidden boxes in her closet, no hidden voice recordings under her bed, nothing besides clothes in her drawers. He tore through the bedroom three times before finally giving up and stumbling back out to the kitchen. He sighed and grabbed a cup from the cupboard, filling it with water from the fridge's dispenser. "I guess it kinda makes sense. If it was a secret dangerous enough to get killed over, you wouldn't keep any trace of it in your home of all places. Maybe I should just-" His thought was cut off as a rattling sound came from the fridge he was leaning against. "Those vibrations came from the top half… she doesn't… have someone stuffed in her freezer does she?"

He thought it an impossibility, but despite that, Tsukauchi readied himself, charging Mana up through his body before tearing off the freezer door completely with his strength. What he saw was… absolutely nothing. It was a completely normal freezer, frozen food, ice cream, nothing out of the ordinary. "But what I felt was not ordinary. It wasn't just the fridge making noise."

His eyes settled down on the ice cream, remembering a time when his sister would store her emergency stash of cash in an empty and washed out ice cream container. He picked it up, feeling something much heavier than ice cream rattling around inside. Tsukauchi tore off the top, and pulled out the object, a golden orb about the size of a baseball. It was carved intricately with patterns of ants. Around the equator of the orb was a smooth bit, with words filling the gaps. He traced his finger over them, reading aloud, "The Weakest Fragment of Brilliant Light: Pulra."

"Tsukauchi…"

"What?! Who was that?!"

"Calm down Tsukauchi, Pulra will never accept someone in your state."

"Th-Thirteen? Are you…?"

"Alive? In a sense. But no, I am dead." Her voice was ethereally and hard to make out, "This is just a small part of my soul, trapped here to make sure Pulra received her Host."

"Pulra? Host? What the hell are you talking about?!" Tsukauchi tried to drop the orb, but it was like his hand was frozen in place, "Am I going crazy?"

"You are just as sane as you were when you woke up this morning. Pulra and I are assessing your memories. If you are acceptable…"

"If I'm acceptable then what?!"

"Then you will be one of the grateful humans to inherit a Fragment of His Brilliant Light." This new voice made Tsukauchi's knees buckle and he fell to the floor.

"What… are you?"

The voice ignored him, "You are strong, yet weak in a world of gods. You know your place in the food chain, yet you still attempt to interfere and keep the peace. You follow orders, but are also willing to refuse them when they break your morals. Your Quirk is weak, yet effective outside of battle. Your Mana is calm and compressed… You are… acceptable."

"I don't understand!"

"Sorry Tsukauchi," Thirteen interrupted, "But you will soon."

Before he could say anything else, a white light began escaping from the carvings in the sphere, eclipsing his vision, and filling his mind with a presence, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"Now… we become one."