OCs Summary list (will be updated every-time a name and/or quirk is added)

Souchu Makito: The youngest sibling of Azuki Makito. His quirk is making a completely sentient clone of himself made of shadow. His name actually means "small bean"

Daizu Makito: The middle sibling of the Makito siblings. His quirk is being able to become a shadow and merge with another person's shadow. His name actually means "big bean"

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Kurogiri's yellow slits for eyes narrowed as he watched All for One be humiliated by All Might's disgusting sense of justice and self-righteousness. The hero stood triumphant over All for One's crippled body, broken beyond recognition, and clinging unto the last strings of life.

It was downright despicable.

Have they no decency as heroes to respect the power and might of his Master? Did they not fear, nor look up to the strength and will he had just shown against the most revered hero of all?

Of course not, his Master was a villain after all. Heroes and their foolish supporters would never sympathize for the ridicule villains suffered just to speak their message out. They were labeled as disruptors of the peace. They were irrelevant.

Kurogiri's mist swayed in silent frustration as the authorities carted off All for One into his transport. Ig Master had been at his full strength, none of them would be able to handle him. They dragged him into an iron cage with his arms and legs bound by thick metal sheets like he was some crazed madman. All for One only sought to teach the world the truth about hero society, yet they condemned him because he was the only one brave enough to speak out against the order of the world.

Kurogiri turned off the television, and turned to address the villains in the room with him, who were also too baffled to speak. All for One had transported them in a safe house far from Kamino to ensure their safety. It was not the best accommodation, but as societal outcasts, they were used to abandoned, decrepit, structures.

"We should all recover for the night," he said. "There will be much to discuss tomorrow."

Dabi scoffed and turned away from the group. "Sure, whatever you fucks. I'm done for the day."

"I hope the big man sent us to a house with comfortable beds," Magne said as she and Toga skipped out of the room with Twice following close behind.

Spinner lagged behind for a few to stare at Tomura before he too left the room with an irritated click of his tongue.

Compress pulled off his hat and mask and placed a comforting hand on Kurogiri. "If you ever need to drink tonight, I have a five year old brandy to spare." He left shortly after, leaving behind Kurogiri and his ward alone in the dusty room.

The young villain remained unmoving on the far end of the room, isolated and hidden from the pitiful gaze of his comrades. He clung unto the embalmed hands of his deceased family as though it was a life line. It was the only thing capable of comforting him now that All for One had been captured. They once symbolized the heroes' failure to save him and his family; their sin against him. Now they also acted as his last keepsake from his fallen mentor and adoptive father.

His family was dead, his comrades couldn't be trusted, not yet, and now All for One was unreachable. Tomura had no one left.

Kurogiri remembered his role well. He was assigned to be the young villain's caretaker, and dark guide. It was easy to distinguish which part of himself Kurogiri needed to be for Tomura during times of turmoil and failure such as this. However, given the gravity of the situation, Kurogiri too was at loss as to which mask he should put on.

He wanted to assure the young man that there was a future beyond this. That there would be an opportune moment to enact their revenge against the heroes, and they simply had to wait. However, he also knew that what Tomura most needed at the moment, was not a caretaker, but a guide.

All for One's time was limited, they knew that. What was left unsaid was the when and how it would go. Kurogiri for certain never imagined it to be this way. He had passed out too early to receive his last set of instructions from All for One, but his primary orders remained.

Protect. Nurture. Guide.

Kurogiri studied his wards expression and searched his bloodshot eyes for any hint of regret or sorrow in them. All for One may have lost but his legacy still lived on with Tomura. If the younger villain failed to reach their Master's expectations then his legacy was truly doomed to fail.

Kurogiri however did not doubt Tomura's character. The young man was strong. This defeat would not crush him, it would just make him smarter and more motivated to see heroes turn to dust beneath his feet. When Tomura finally lifted his head, Kurogiri let himself smile, satisfied.

Immeasurable malice dripped off Tomura's eyes. Kurogiri did not need to hear Tomura speak out the words and thoughts that were currently replaying in his mind. Kurogiri heard them loud and clear. He walked over to the young villain and quietly offered, "Would you like something to eat, Master Tomura?"

Tomura very briefly glanced his way, before he turned and pressed himself farther into the corner of the room. He cradled the hands closer to his face and remained deadly still in his grief.

Kurogiri closed his eyes in understanding, and excused himself with a short bow. He passed by the other villain's rooms to monitor their state, but was apparently not welcome in any of their private quarters. Dabi flung a broken armchair at him when he knocked, Twice yelled at him for barging in while Toga changed, and Spinner threw multiple knives at him from the ceiling. Only Compress gave him a minute or two of his time and handed him that shot of brandy he promised before he told him to get out.

Rude as they may be, Kurogiri all endured it for Tomura's sake. With All for One gone, all Tomura had was the loyalty of these ruffians. Kurogiri may find their attitudes… apprehensive, but they were useful and good in what they did. Tomura needed them as much as they needed him, so Kurogiri had to make sure they all stayed to follow Tomura's goals.

Without loyal followers, Tomura would not succeed in bringing All for One's dreams into fruition.

As the night grew older, Kurogiri was finally allowed to grieve on his own. He lit a cigarette on the roof and stared out into the sky. He'd always found it comforting during distressing times to just look out and watch the clouds flutter by. He never really understood why, but he just did. It reminded him of something he could never remember.

"What do you do now, Kurogiri?" he asked himself. He was certain of his path, but how to ensure that path was a mystery to him. He was a guide, but without All for One's guidance, he was just as lost. Like a compass without its magnet.

Daruma and his Nomu's were still around to support Tomura, but Kurogiri knew the doctor's real allegiance. He was only loyal to All for One. He never accepted Tomura as the Master's successor, and while by oath he promised to aid him should he ask, Kurogiri knew the doctor was not that charitable. He would provide help, but they would not be the best he could offer.

Kurogiri thought further back. What else was there that Tomura could use? Gigantomachia was still hidden, waiting, and growing stronger up in the mountains. Should he retrieve the brute, it would greatly bolster their power and strength. However, one could argue if it was the opportune time.

Amidst his thoughts, Kurogiri's phone rang a familiar tune. His eyes smiled. Yes, he'd almost forgotten about them. "█████" he calmly greeted them, half expecting the typically calm and collected villain to respond the same.

To his surprise, they did not answer back with a witty greeting of their own. What responded to him was strained hiccups and shaky breathes. Kurogiri paused, alarmed. He had forgotten the emotional state of this one. Compared to Tomura's arguable lack of emotion or understanding of it, the younger of the two fully understood it and welcomed a wide range of it.

The only other time Kurogiri had heard them become this broken was during their father's passing.

"Giri –" they finally spoke through sniffled and sobs, "S – sensei is – he – please tell me we have a plan – Tomura must have a plan – I can't –"

"█████" Kurogiri called their name to try and calm them down. "Tomura is currently indisposed. He is handling this loss the same as you."

"Bullshit. Tomura doesn't feel anything," they hissed. "He could have saved him. He was right there!"

Kurogiri heard a wall crack from the other side of the call, followed by heavy and raspy breathing. He narrowed his eyes. "Compose yourself, █████. You would be of no use to yourself or him dead."

The young villain clutched their chest and leaned back, crying twice as hard now than before. "I could've saved him. I should've been there, Giri. If I was there, Sensei wouldn't be –"

"He would still be captured. You would be of no use to us in that situation, you know that well."

The other end hissed.

"Master's capture was inevitable. You knew this was an essential step towards yours and Tomura's independence. If you had been there, the possibility of you being captured, and your position compromised are high," Kurogiri reiterated.

"I can't sit around and do nothing," they hissed, almost too desperately. "That's all I've done the past month. I need to be out there, 'Giri. Tomura needs to know I'm here. He needs to know that he can rely on me too."

Kurogiri closed his eyes. While it seemed favorable to have both of them in the same place, acting as one rather than separated, the time was not yet feasible. It was too early. Tomura still needed to think for himself and win the hearts and loyalty of his League on his own. He wouldn't be able to do that if he was overshadowed by the natural radiance the other had. "Patience, █████. What we need to do at the moment is lay low. We let this situation pass and let Tomura take his time crafting our next move."

"It's going to forever," the other said. "Tomura doesn't know a thing about planning. Please, let me help. Please, let me be there for him."

Kurogiri heard a faint ring in his mind, but was quick to ignore it. He had been made to resist that specific quirk since the younger villain attained it. "That quirk does not work on me."

"I know. I wasn't – I just – I need to do something. I can't sit still knowing I could do so much more and just be stuck here."

"What you do is not for me to decide." The younger villain whimpered at his harshness. "Without All for One, Tomura is free to do as he pleases, as you are. You've proven yourself loyal to the Master through the years, I trust whatever it is that you chose to do from now on. I only ask that you keep in mind your role. Should we ask for your assistance, I expect it to be given freely?"

"Always. Anything for Tomura."

"So, what is it you wish to do?"

There were a few seconds of silence between them while the young villain thought about their next step thoroughly. Kurogiri was certain that whatever they said next would benefit Tomura in the long run as well.

"I'm going after the Shie Hassaikai."

Kurogiri's eyes widened. He was not expecting that. The Shie Hassaikai was a dangerous faction to work against. They no longer maintained the power and reverence they once held, but as one of the few Yakuza families left in a super powered society, they were still respected and feared. "That is too big a gamble even for you. Are you certain of this?"

"Not really," the caller sighed. Kurogiri could imagine them pinching the bridge of their nose as they regained rational thought over raw emotion. "I have a hunch and I want to follow it. Things are going to turn for the worse with Sensei behind bars. With All for One and All Might off the board, the power balance just dropped to zero. It'll be a vacuum for control for the next few days."

Kurogiri hummed, somehow following their line of thought. "You think the Shie Hassaikai would make a move to ascend to power?"

"Don't think. Know so. I'm only researching them because someone on my tail seems to be connected to them. They're a dangerous and more influential group than the League. Tomura should be careful of them."

"Understood," Kurogiri said. "I will relay your sentiments. I wish you the best with your endeavors, █████"

"A dormitory system?" Hajime said while Hitoshi served tea in front of his homeroom teacher. Awaseru-sensei briefly nodded at Hitoshi then took a quiet appreciative sip of his drink.

"Yes. In line with the increasing villain attacks towards Yuuei this past few months, Principal Nezu and the administration agreed that it's best to protect its students within its walls."

Hajime couldn't help but laugh. "Didn't seem to stop that handsy freak from dusting the gate last April though." Hitoshi glared at his father while Awaseru-sensei flinched. Hajime made a valid argument just now, and neither of them knew how to argue against it. "And last I checked, only the hero students keep getting attacked. Hitoshi's in general education."

Hitoshi frowned.

His father knew about his training with Aizawa and the formation group, and was in fact very supportive of it. Hajime even joined him to jog every morning during the first week of his mentorship with Aizawa, only to give up the next. With how encouraging and supportive that he got enough rest after a training session these past few months, Hitoshi didn't think his father would be so against him moving out.

"I understand your concern, however, I would respectfully ask you to reconsider."

Hajime wrinkled his nose in agreement as Awaseru-sensei lowered his head to a pleading bow.

"I will ensure his safety at all cost," Awaseru-sensei said. "Shinsou has a bright future ahead of him as a hero. It would benefit him and his training to be close to school at all times. Especially now, with the surge of villain activity, it would put me at ease to have him in a safe space."

Hitoshi glanced at his old man and grimaced at the very familiar expression on the latter's face. 1-C coined this expression as the infamous "Shinsou's stare of intimidation". It supposedly made him look twice as menacing as usual even though it was just his default expression. Nusumi jokingly said that, that face, never failed to make other people turn the other way.

His father's 'stare of intimidation' was much more intense.

Admittedly, Hitoshi knew his face wasn't that approachable from the start. However, for it to be named as that made him a little conscious. He just did not realize that he actually picked it up from Hajime's "stare of intimidation"

As witty as that name was, Hitoshi had a different name for it whenever Hajime wore the similar expression. To Hitoshi, that face was called Hajime's "don't bullshit me" face; and Hitoshi never argued against it.

Awaseru-sensei shifted in his seat and Hitoshi's eye twitched. It was working on him too.

The atmosphere seemed too dire for Hajime to change his mind until his laughter echoed in the room. Awaseru-sensei glanced at Hitoshi, confused, which the latter shrugged at. "I'm just kidding. I'd be no better than before if I didn't let him go and be his own man."

Hitoshi let out a loud sigh of relief.

Sensei blinked, a little lost for a moment before he chuckled as well. "That look runs in the family, huh? I was terrified you'd say no. Shinsou is an important part of my class. He may not feel it, but everyone in 1-C is motivated by his successes. It would deal a heavy blow on their morale if he isn't present."

Hajime grabbed Hitoshi's head and ruffled it into a tangled mess. "I felt he attracted a lot of colorful people recently, and that it was some kind of scam but he's actually doing really well isn't he?"

Awaseru-sensei nodded. "Yes. He's surpassed even my own expectations. I will continue to see that he does."

Immediately after Sensei left, Hajime ran to the store to pick up ingredients for cold udon. Hitoshi started to pack for the move, and tried to keep it to the bare essentials. He contemplated bringing along his gaming console, but decided against it. It'll just be a distraction.

Hitoshi didn't want to bring everything inside his room to the dorms either. That felt a little too much like moving out, and while he may have thought of it back when he was younger, he certainly didn't now. It was a passing idea he had during the time of his parents' divorce. He thought that if he had left instead of his mother, then his parents would lead a much better, and happier life. Things have changed now though. He was done running away.

"I'll bring this one at least." Hitoshi picked up the All Might figure 1-C worked hard to win for him in Akisuta and gently placed it inside his moving box.

Three days later, Hitoshi woke up earlier than usual to repay Hajime's meal with another. They had omurice with that hint of spice they both liked, and reminisced about the past and how far Hitoshi had come.

Hajime saw him off the train station, and wished him the best.

The new Heights Alliance block took up large space on the right side of the main building. It used to be a popular gathering place for students to hang-out in during breaks now, it served as their temporary home away from home. Each year and class had their own respective buildings, with the first years lodging on the first row of buildings, while the later years' took over the next. In front of the buildings were the respective class names posted above a sign that reads "Alliance".

"Whoa… we're going to live here?" Koharu gaped.

Okami jumped like she was trying to reach the summit with her legs alone. "It's huge!"

"To get this luxury because of what the hero course suffered…" Shirogane grumbled beside Kioku, who took pictures of Nusumi posing in front of their new living space. "It feels wrong."

"Who cares about that?!" Nusumi said. "Everyone gets to live together!"

Shiosai paled up. He did not look forward to everyone being so noisy at night.

"First one in gets to call dibs on the rooms!" Nagai screamed and practically raced Hadesu, Tatsumaki, and Nusumi inside. Tenmei yelled at them to behave as they burst through the double doors. Everyone else followed suit, albeit in a calmer manner than the first three and looked around.

Tenmei tried to keep them all in the common area to futile attempts while Katagiri took attendance. Thankfully, Awaseru-sensei joined them not long after and the rowdy ones were forced to behave.

He walked them around the buildings and introduced the various facilities and layout of the dorms.

Alliance had a total of five floors. The first floor served as a common area with couches and television. It also had a kitchen and a dining space as well as bathrooms and laundry stations. There was also a courtyard in the middle of the building that looked wide enough to accommodate training practices. The remaining four levels housed the sleeping quarters which were separated into left and right wings, for boys and girls respectively.

After they were well acquainted with the furnished details of each room, Awaseru-sensei announced room assignments. A unified groan escaped their mouths. A couple of them expected to have the freedom to choose. "Bah! Don't complain," Sensei scoffed. "This place would be left in ruins before the next term if I let you pick!"

Sensei listed down assignments per floor and wing.

Hitoshi was on the second floor with Tatsumaki and Kureito for the left wing, while Fukuro, Kioku and Shirogane were on the right. The third floor housed Koharu, Shiosai and Fumei, along with Nusumi, Katagiri, and Makito. Akusa, Hadesu, and Kimura were on the fourth floor's left wing, while Okami and Kamimura took the right. The fifth and final floor had Nagai and Tenmei, and Shanti and Kuchisake.

Kureito elbowed Hitoshi as they dispersed to unpack. "Guess we're floor mates now."

"I'm taking the room farthest from you."

Kureito snickered. "Don't mean a difference 'cause Tatsu's right next to you."

Tatsumaki popped his head behind the door beside Hitoshi's room and said, "I'm only willing to wreck Shinsou's life if I'm paid."

"That can be arranged. What's the most annoying music you have?"

"Uh… Vitas?"

"You think Vitas is annoying?" Kureito said, mildly offended "You're insane. His vocal control is amazing. Fifty yen."

"Fifty?! Vitas is at least a hundred!"

Hitoshi rolled his eyes and left them to argue the price of his future sleepless night. Jokes on them, if he were to stay up late, it wouldn't be because of loud music. It would be because of his insomnia.

An hour and a half later, everyone gathered as though on mutual understanding for dinner. Katagiri, Koharu and Okami prepared katsudon to commemorate their first night together as a class in communal living.

Hitoshi excused himself early to finish unpacking while the rest stayed to socialize. He finished furnishing his room by unboxing the All Might figure and placed it close to his bed. It served as a reminder of the kind of hero he wanted to be and the legacy All Might left behind to them; the new generation.

Hitoshi never imagined he'd still be a student when All Might retires. He's always imagined that he could, maybe, one day, work alongside him once he became a hero. Whatever chance he had then, he definitely didn't have now. Hitoshi didn't regret his path to get to where he was now, he just wished he'd gotten his shit together earlier. If he did, he might've met All Might before all this.

While lost in thought, Hitoshi failed to comprehend the clamor outside his room. Before he knew it, the majority of 1-C barged his room. "What are you idiots doing?!"

"Room tour!" Nusumi cried. "We're judging design taste. Completely not my idea by the way."

Hitoshi growled. Almost every crazy idea was Nusumi's idea.

"This looks a lot like your house," Koharu said, unimpressed.

"Get out."

Katagiri, who was supposed to be the mature and responsible one, ignored Hitoshi's irritable self and assessed his room earnestly. "I figured Shinsou was the type to not decorate much. It's plain and simple, but still functional. There's shelves and a study table essential for learning, and a small area where he can exercise. I like this one."

"It's boring," Kureito said from the door frame. "It's like he didn't leave his house."

"At least it's not an obnoxious pink and black room," Hadesu argued which earned him a dirty look from Kureito.

"You got a problem with pink?"

"I don't!" His hair spurt out an embarrassed pink flame. Kureito transformed his phone into a blunt knife and jokingly stabbed Hadesu at his side until the latter begged for his life and admitted that Kureito's room was the best so far.

"My room is great too!" Tatsumaki shouted from the corridor.

Kureito scoffed. "Right, like being transported into a cheap room with pretentious slapped all over it is any better."

"My furniture is not cheap! It's affordable, get it right you rich asshole!"

Hitoshi's eye twitched. That was it. "Get out before I make all of you."

Everyone scrambled out of his room and into the girls wing, knowing full well that when he threatened to use his quirk, he most likely will. Koharu lagged behind a bit to invite him to join, but Hitoshi politely declined. It was not his business to know what others wanted to do with their room.

Like he asked, no one else bothered him for the rest of the night.

Hitoshi tossed around on his bed at 2 AM.

He'd brought his comforter and bed sheet with him to trick his mind into sleeping comfortably in a new space, but, the more he tried, the more his brain was convinced that something was wrong. Alliance was not his house, he was not in his room, he was not on his bed, and Tatsumaki definitely did not leave Vitas on loop.

He hoped insomnia wouldn't hit him today because of how exhausted he was from dealing with everyone and unpacking, but the devil works hard. Hitoshi turned to his side and slammed a pillow over his head. He started to count sheep until he reached 120 and concluded that this was never going to work.

"That's it, I'm taking a walk."

Hitoshi changed out of his sleeping attire and into some sweatpants, then carefully and quietly, sneaked down to the ground floor. Everyone had gone to bed at midnight when Tenmei yelled about setting a curfew the class was never going to follow.

The common room was empty when he stepped down, so he headed straight for the door and tried to pry it open. The knob resisted his every turn. Hitoshi clicked his tongue. The door had been locked from the inside, but it was a special type that still needed the key to open. Tenmei or Katagiri probably had it. Hitoshi decided against asking both of them at this hour.

Hitoshi begrudgingly sat on the couch instead and dropped his head back whilst he scrolled through his phone. If he wasn't going to sleep soon, he might as well waste it scrolling through cat pictures, videos, and discussions about the upcoming hero rankings. He got lost in his own world for a couple of minutes until he heard something crash in the courtyard.

Hitoshi walked through the back door that lead into the yard and saw someone with their back on the floor. Did he wake up someone? Hitoshi carefully walked towards them, and was surprised to spot a familiar tuft of blond hair in the dark.

"Fumei?"

The blond blinked and slowly turned his head to Hitoshi's voice, half-lidded eyes fluttering open to look at him. "Toshi…?"

Hitoshi noticed him wipe his cheeks and for a moment, thought that Fumei had been crying. He wondered why.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"Couldn't sleep," Hitoshi said as he sat down beside him.

Fumei scoffed. "Insomnia again huh?"

Hitoshi nodded and leaned his weight on his arms to look up at the sky. He tried to capture whatever sight Fumei was enchanted with before, but failed. He never understood the beauty of stars anyway. "When did you get here?"

"Before the doors locked," he answered with an unusual bite in his voice. Hitoshi was certain he'd heard it from Fumei before but couldn't place it when he did.

"Why are you up?" Hitoshi threw the question back which caused the other to pull his legs unto his chest.

Fumei then absentmindedly fiddled with the grass tips that tickled his toes. "Clearing my head."

"That would explain a lot."

Fumei frowned at his sarcastic tone, and Hitoshi apologized. He didn't mean for it to come off as that. He just knew that Fumei had a habit of disappearing when he had a lot of things in his mind. He'd done it before so Hitoshi figured today was no different.

He thought that it might have something to do with that family problem, but Fumei hadn't really shared anything about that so he couldn't really tell. Hitoshi glanced at the unnatural grimace on Fumei's face and sighed.

"I meant what I said before," he found himself saying. "You can tell me anything. I'm not the best in… well, sympathizing, but I've been told I'm a great listener."

Fumei chuckled. "By who? No one goes to you with their problems, Toshi."

"You do."

Fumei grumbled, neither confirming nor denying it.

"Would you like to cry about it on my shoulder, or fight your feelings away instead then?"

Fumei punched Hitoshi's arm, a small smile creeping up his saddened face, before he threw himself back unto the grass. "Maybe next time. It's almost 3. We should both go to sleep."

"Still can't. You probably won't sleep either."

"You're right, but it's worth a try." Fumei patted the ground and said, "Lie down with me."

Hitoshi refused the offer, completely satisfied with just staying there with him in silence. He looked down at Fumei's serene face, and was soon lulled into doing the same state. He laid himself perpendicular to Fumei and stared up into the vast expanse of space.

He still didn't understand what Fumei found beautiful about white dots on the sky, until the minute passed, and he felt the light evening breeze brush up his skin, and the grass caress him to sleep.

"Oh," he mumbled, "this is actually nice."

Fumei shushed him and they stayed sprawled on the grass in complete silence.

A/N: In honor of the black text box, the traitor/spy has now taken on the identity of the black highlight. Sorry for that! I was supposed to reveal them here, but I was convinced by co-conspirators to hold out on it for the next arc. I promise, they'll be revealed during the next phase!

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