Tensions were unfathomable the next school day, the international students of Class 1-A had yet to make an appearance since the sports festival and everyone was preparing to finally meet their classmates directly. There were mixed feelings weighing throughout the dormitory as the students navigated their morning routines as usual, keeping an eye out for anything different but everything seemed the same as before. Where were they? They weren't going out of their way to avoid them still, were they? There was no reason to, unless they were not as sincere as they made themselves out to be; some had now given them the benefit of the doubt, many remained on the fence.

As the entirety of on-campus students began to extend into the main school building for their classes, Class 1-A was using their spare time to investigate their familiar surroundings to search for any apparent signs of their abroad students. Considerably, most of them were able to locate the other abroad students in smaller groups, many who're surrounded by other students being lauded and fawned over for their exceptional and thrilling performances from the other day, but no indication of their own. There was only one other place they could be at this time of the day and everyone had collectively made their way to that specific destination in a hastened pace.

Unintentionally, they jammed themselves in front of the door trying to be the first to open the door, their thoughts overcome with unease and tense desire to find out what lies on the other side. With enough vehement motivation, a slight of hand assailant managed to drive the door open as everyone energetically piled into the doorway, seeing what they had sought after this entire time; in the upper left corner of the classroom they stood around Arjan's desk that Keali'i was sitting at, chatting away as though today was like any other day.

Arjan's previous deathmetal appearance had devolved into a contemporary grunge punk-style that lessened his unapproachable semblance; with the same disheveled uniform and piercings, his gossamer, light blond blue-tipped, uneven short hair and additional accessories sealed his look. Yemi, now exposing her lustrous dark skin, was undoubtedly human; her kogyaru-style uniform was paired pleasingly with her gold accessories, facial piercings and earrings, rimmed-glasses, and elegantly-tied gele. Keali'i, the one who changed the least, now had his hair pulled back into a neat bun decorated with island trinkets at the base leaving his green streak of hair to fall over his forehead. Shelby's same kogyaru-style uniform was bolstered by her medium, light pink hair with her bangs pulled up and fastened to the side with a white ball ponytail holder, additionally adorned with different shaped and colored barrettes fashionably oriented on her head; clunky, cutesy charms, faux jewelry pieces, and novelty knickknack earrings, bracelets, and necklaces were paired with tied and stretched cloth and plastic bracelets and necklaces, and stainless steel earrings and necklace. All four of them had scrunchies around their right wrists in their adjacent colors: blue, yellow, green, and pink, along with the same spade, diamond, club, and heart stamp on the outer corners of their eyes from the U.A. Battle Royale.

"Oh no they're hot!" Class 1-A thought mutually.

Shelby, Yemi, Keali'i, and Arjan paused their conversation to align their gaze of their classmates, the restless setting in as inched closer in a theatrical manner while the others sunk behind Keali'i in dread; with a dramatically predatory look in their eyes, the abroad students trembled.

" . . . What the hell?! You're not allowed to be scared!" Cried out Kaminari.

"Y-You do release you have a trapped in a corner, right?" Keali'i quivered. There was a moment before they awkwardly loosened their blockade but remained close together.

"We don't mean to come off as aggressive," Jiro intervened, "but you already know you have a lot of explaining to do."

"We do know," Yemi calmly replied, "and we'll tell you anything you want to know as we've already planned on making up for our mistakes."

"Huh-? Wait, really?" Kirishima asked, bewildered.

"That was, easy?" Asui croaked.

"It's the least we could do, isn't it? We know we suck, but we are here until the end of the year- might as well try to be civil." Asserted Arjan.

Everyone looked at each other with discomfort and perplexity, no one had expected that kind of response from them and right from the beginning, no less. Midoriya, on the other hand, was alleviated by their convictions even if he hadn't completely excused them of their previous actions yet; their forthright was refreshing and standard for redemption given their heroic path.

"Y-Your quirks . . ." Mineta hauntingly moaned as he arose from the other side of their desk, "Reveal your quirks, you jailbait heathens!"

"Mineta!"

"Mm, okay, that sounds like a good start!" Proclaimed Shelby as Mineta was being penalized for his rhetoric.

"Ehh?"

"My quirk is: Sedimentary!" Arjan began, "I'm not really good at explaining things so your guess will be as good as mine. Basically, I can take anything made from sedimentary rock and use it however I like, so that includes things like sand, clay, dirt, and concrete for example."

"Whoa, that's a powerful quirk!" Ojiro admired.

"Doesn't that mean you can control like, everything?!" Sero wondered.

"Not exactly," he respired, "for one thing, they're three rock types and I can only control one of them, metamorphic and igneous are totally out of the equation, and second of all, weight and muscle mass play a huge factor in what I can move; asking me to move a boulder versus asking me to move a building in under a minute will have two different outcomes."

"That does make sense." Conferred Sato.

"Some quirks are too good to be true, non?" Glimmered Aoyama.

"For my quirk, mine is Electromagnetism!" Yemi exclaimed, "for those who don't know, electromagnetism is the phenomena associated with electric and magnetic fields and their interactions, electric charges, and currents with each other. In laments terms, I have the ability to manipulate these forces."

"That's incredible!" Yaoyoruza preached.

"So what kind of things can with your quirk?" Asked Hagakure.

"As it entails, my quirk allows my to utilize magnetic and electric fields however I see fit, while I still don't know the extent of my abilities; levitation, force field, electrocution, repeal- these are just some of the few skills I can provide."

"Guess that explains why we couldn't touch you guys." Kamanari lamented.

"And with such an extensive quirk we might never had figured the mechanics out had you not said anything." Iida distressingly reported.

"As for me, my quirk is Compressed Air!" Continued Keali'i, "There's really no other simpler explanation other than my body is a natural air compressor: I absorb air through my exocrine glands, the air increases inside my body, then I push out the air through my hands and feet with pressure."

"That's definitely not what I expected your quirk to be." Confided Kirishima.

"You're able to cut through everything so easily." Pointed out Asui.

"My quirk is strong, yes, unfortunately, compressed air, even at it's lowest pascal, can be fatal to living beings; lacerations, ruptures, embolisms, as long as there's no guarantee of noninjuries I have to use my quirk as cautiously and defensively as possible."

"T-That's crazy!" Mina hollered.

"It's a good that you're on our side!" Uraraka praised.

"And my quirk is: Siren!" Shelby cheered, "Just like the mythical creature, I mesmerize anyone with my sweet singing voice! Depending on the lyrics and tone of a song, I can affect people's moods and actions, even change the frequency and volume of my voice!"

"Sounds like something straight out of a child's fairytale." Tokoyami commented.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't sirens the ones who lured sailors to their death with their singing?" Shoji pondered.

"Y-Yes, b-but I'm not like that, I promise!" Shelby fretted while distraughtly waving her hands defensively.

"Pretty sure that wasn't a question about you." Softly exasperated Arjan.

"Mmph, anyways, my quirk's not all that's cracked up to be: even if a song is directed at someone other people can feel the effects of they're too close or my singing is too loud, I can't also tell how someone react's to certain emotions which could end up being really bad."

"Sounds like you could end up with one hell of a concert." Jiro wearily quoted.

"I guess music can be dangerous." Todoroki deadpanned.

During the disclosure of the abroad students quirks, nobody was paying attention to the time and were frightened when the classroom door slid open with an audible noise. As Aizawa stood in the doorway staring down his disorganized students, they scurried into their assigned seats as though nothing had happened.

" . . . Good morning."

The atmosphere had shifted dramatically since the unveiling, classes now felt complacent and relaxed the way they had been during their first year; their classmates became friendlier, helpful, a refreshing adjustment that couldn't have come sooner. This is who they were, warmly favorably and vibrant in the way they walked, the way they talked, difficult to hate them at first glance yet that's what they presumed would happen when they came here. The question, asked time and time again, as to why, assumingly, would be answered in time, and the affirmation of their foolishness from their own classmates wasn't enough-

As the four of them convened into Lunch Rush's Cafeteria to meet up with their friend's, as they did every school day, they were bombarded by an immovably huge crowd of students that was oohing and ahhing at their presence while simultaneously trying to compliment and hand them notes and small gifts.

"You guys are amazing!" Called out one.

"That performance was incredible!" Said another.

"I can't believe we have idols going to our school!" Shouted someone from the back.

"Erm, w-we aren't idols-" Shelby tried to explain before getting cut off by more kind regards.

"Shelby, I thought you said your quirk only lasts a few hours?" Leaned in and whispered Keali'i.

"It does . . . "

The others weren't respecting their boundaries, they moved in closer to admire them and since they weren't used to this type of behavior had difficulty asserting themselves and asking them to politely leave them alone. It was then that Omar loomed behind them and stared down his invasive peers with an threatening gaze that struck nervousness into everyone gathered.

"Excuse me," he spoke gutturally, "If you would be so kind as to leave my friend's alone so they could eat their lunches in peace, I would very much appreciate it."

"What my friend here is trying to say is," Intercede Mickey as they loosely wrapped their rubber hose arms around Omar's shoulder, "Ya' ugly!" They shouted through a large megaphone that appeared from nowhere, catapulting them back with the reverberating sound waves.

"Uh, wait, Mickey t-that's not-!" Arjan attempted to interject but was yanked around the neck along with Keali'i, dragging them to their table.

"Yea yea, slop up dates on ya' own time." They grumbled.

"I'm sorry about that, girls." Omar cordially apologized, lightly hovering his hands over their shoulders to guide them in the other direction.

"It's okay, Omar, thank you." Yemi reassured.

Making their way towards the center of the cafeteria, Shelby felt a gentle tap on the opposite shoulder and turned back to see who was trying to garner her attention. To her surprise, it was Kuroiro standing there stiffly while fidgeting his hands, looking timid in his expression.

"Um, aren't you the one I suplexed into the ground during our joint training awhile ago?"

He didn't respond, instead, he shoved an small envelope stamped with a red heart in her hands and scampered away in a hurry without ever looking her directly in the eye.

"Yeah I don't- I don't think can accept this . . ."