Hey guys, here's the latest chapter! I'm going to try and update between every 2-4 days for the rest of the month since I head back to school in Feb and updates are definitely going to slow down then. I'll get out as much as I can in the mean time! Thank you guys for all the favorites and follows, I'm glad you all are enjoying the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! For legal purposes I don't own MHA/BNH or ATLA (not creative enough!)

"When a world is at war, leadership is extremely important. Would you be able to tell me why, Izuku?" The 11 year old leaned forward a bit, placing his right elbow on his knee and leaning his chin against his palm. He stared forward silently, his lips moving without making a sound-something that Sena had been working on with him. It probably wouldn't last long, but it would at least make him more aware of his habit. At least she hoped.

"Does it have something to do with morale? It would make sense that a poor leader would not be able to inspire morale in the same way that a good leader would. It also is important because of the actions that the leader would take right?"

"What kind of actions?"

"Like whether to retreat or engage in the fight right?" Sena gave him a short nod, a small smile covering her face.

"You're right on both accounts Izuku. Leadership is extremely important for morale. If a person is a good leader, they make their comrades feel as though they are on equal footing and that everyone matters. It makes the people feel heard and more likely to listen to the leader's orders. A good leader also knows when a battle is lost and a retreat needs to be issued, or when a battle needs the right push to turn the tides. Before we end our lesson today, I want you to know that there are many different types of leaders but from my experience, there seems to be two main methods of rule. Adoration and fear. A leader that rules by adoration never has to worry about being stabbed in the back by their comrades but they do have to struggle more to maintain it. A leader that rules by fear may be more at risk for attacks against their life, but because they are so ruthless people wouldn't even begin to think that way. Personally, I think you have more to fear from the leader who is able to charm their minions, they tend to have a lot more charisma and can be trickier to handle."

"What kind of leader were you, when you were alive Sena-sensei?" The small smile would have disappeared had Sena not forced it to remain on her face, though it became a bit tighter. Images of people smiling and laughing around her flashed through her mind, immediately followed by scenes of blood and silent screaming. Her curly bangs fell into her eyes as she removed her glasses, allowing them to dangle by her glowing blue fingertips. The memories disappeared almost as quickly as they came, leaving her grasping at fragments.

"I think...I think I was both."

12:45 A.M. Izuku gave a glance to his All Might alarm clock and rubbed his eyes. He sat up straight, allowing his back to relax from the hunched over position he had been in moments before, setting his pencil on the desk in front of him as he massaged his aching wrists. He didn't realize it was so late, and a yawn escaped his lips as he leaned forward once more, looking over his jotted down notes. Though he hadn't had time to think about it the day prior due to combat training and his subsequent recovery after it, the moment he had laid down to sleep the thought attacked him and wouldn't disappear until he rose to his feet and turned on his lamp on his wooden desk.

How was Aizawa-Sensei able to shut off my connection to the elements? He had tried desperately to connect with Sena in order to see if she would be able to answer him, but that had been a failure. He had even attempted to connect with Raava seeing as she was literally the spiritual connection that allowed him to hold all four elements at once anyway, but the spirit was radio silent as well, which of course led to him brainstorming something that could have caused the change, and out of all the common denominators, the only one he could find was One For All. All Might did say that I passed out in a ball of white light and green lightning after I managed to use the Avatar State along with OFA for the first time. Maybe they interacted with each other and formed a bond? Without realizing it, he had once again picked up his pencil and began jotting down his thoughts once more. But how would that make sense? One for All was a quirk that was passed down by DNA...but bending was genetic, wasn't it? If he remembered correctly, Sena had once mentioned that her mother and father had both been waterbenders...Sena became the Avatar because Raava chose her, but that could have only been because Sena had been born a waterbender anyway...He brought the pencil to his lips, chewing on the eraser as he glanced at the clock once more.

12:57. He let out a short sigh before putting his pencil down and closing his notebook. Slightly scarred hands rubbed viridian eyes and Izuku leaned forward, allowing his hair to flop in front of his face. He didn't have the time to finish thinking about it now, he would have to be up in about 4-5 hours in order to get his meditation and stretches in before he had to head to school. Maybe Eraserhead would humor him if he asked him to use erasure on him again, only this time he would make sure that he didn't display such a negative reaction to it….He shook himself out of his current train of thought and rose to his feet, shuffling back over to his bed where he crawled under the covers. He would leave all of his thoughts for the morning.

He was asleep the minute his messy curls hit the pillow, and that night Izuku dreamed.

The air was silent and still, not even the creatures of the forest making movement or noise. The common wind that normally darted throughout the trees, rustling the pines and leaves, sending thistles and floating star-shaped items down to the ground, was nonexistent. The tranquil air was replaced with one of tension, the forest seemingly holding its breath. Izuku found himself on a dirt path through the forest, his body moving forward on its own almost as if he had been here before. His bare feet stepped on thistles and thorns, but he felt no pain as he continued his mindless walk. A force was pulling him to the middle of the forest, a voice was begging for him to help. He took another step forward, crossing an invisible barrier as the screaming started all at once.

The trees were wailing in agony, little tiny forest critters scampering around the forest floor, their tiny shrieks magnified by the sound of cracking and exploding wood. The normally calm breeze was whipped into a frenzy, rushing through the trees like a linebacker, sending branches and limbs alike to the ground where they were consumed by the orange dancing below. Heat slammed into Izuku but he did not sweat, his glazed green eyes roving over the destruction with an almost curious look as he took a single step forward.

Help us! The forest demanded. Izuku reached a steady hand out, paying no heed to the branches falling around him, paying no attention to the fire dancing around his legs, trying to get close enough to burn him only to shy away at the last moment. His legs followed the direction of his pointing hand, coming to a stop only 15 steps away from where he had stood prior, the center of what had become an inferno. Here the screams of the forests were muted, with only the roar and crackling of the fire as it established its dominance reaching his ears. The heat was scorching here as the oppressive heat slammed into his pajama-clad body, the fire pushing against him, willing itself to burn him, to destroy and consume him.

"Touch it." A voice whispered in his ear. "Master it." The voice spoke once more, echoing with the voices of a thousand others. "You have mastered it a thousand times in a thousand lifetimes. Do it again." Yes, that was what he would do. Smoke rose into the sky, threatening to obscure his vision as the fire shrieked in a rage at being denied. Closing his eyes to protect them from the smoke, he flowed forward as if he was water, plunging his right hand into the flames. Almost immediately the angry cries of the fire stopped, instead replaced by anguished wails as the brilliant orange of the flames flared once, the color suddenly changing to a bright emerald green. The color change raced through the forest until every flame burning was the color of the gem. Removing his unharmed hand from the fire, the teenager shook his hand once and spoke, his voice intermingled with those who came before him.

"You are mine to tame, and mine to use. Begone until I call for you." The fluttering of the flames stopped for an instant, the forest still holding its breath-

And then the forest breathed and the flames rushed inwards towards Izuku, smothering the boy in flames.

Izuku woke up feeling as though he was burning. He shot to his feet, only to slam into the floor as his feet tangled themselves in his sheets, sweat beading on his brow with a heaving chest as he wondered how many times he would wake up like this. He didn't know what had happened, he only remembered bright green flames and being suffocated before he woke up in his dazed and flustered state. Untangling himself from his sheets he moved until he was on his knees, tired eyes reading his clock. 4:56. Great. He had only gotten four hours of sleep, but what was that dream…?

Use it. He remembered. The image of the flames burned behind his eyelids once more, and he may have imagined it but he thought he felt his internal temperature rise for a moment. Use it. Could he-? He lifted his right palm up and squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the familiar feeling of fire to overtake him as he willed a single flame to come into existence over his palm. Peeking one eye open, he let out a startled gasp. His other eye shot open as he wrestled the flames back under control, it had flared with his emotions. He had fire bent before, a few times when he was far away from home, and had been practicing his bending with Sena. She really was not the best with fire and was thus unable to teach him the way that he needed. Bending the orange flames had come easily to him, and he had attributed it to his father having a fire quirk, but after the incident where he had nearly set an entire forest on fire while practicing with his flames- he had refused to use it since. Fire was destruction, it was dangerous-

But as he looked at the green flame, watching as it twirled and danced along his palm, reminding him of blades of grass dancing in a breeze.

He remembered that fire was also life too.

"You look like shit, again, Deku." Izuku had barely taken his seat at his desk before Kacchan was insulting him, but underneath it, Izuku could feel the nearly nonexistent concern. He could also feel the stares of both Ashido, Mina his mind supplied, and Kirishima on him. Even more interesting, Todoroki seemed to be staring at him as well, though as Izuku looked at him and caught the contemplative look, he wasn't quite sure if that one was more out of concern or curiosity.

"Thanks for telling me Kacchan. I'm fine though." He directed his calming smile at his other two friends, Kirishima giving him a thumbs up while Mina gave him the universal signal for I'm keeping my eye on you by putting her index and pointer finger to her eyes and then pointing them at him. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and turned to face the board as the door slid open, their resident caterpillar slinking in.

"Good morning." The class echoed the greeting back as the tall man unzipped himself from his sleeping bag and rose to his feet, coming to a stop behind his desk. "We have a bit of work to do today."

"Is it another battle-"

"-Are we going to be with All Might-"

"-Are there going to be girls involved-"

"QUIET" The class went silent instantly and Izuku stifled a gasp as his connection to the elements disappeared once more. It wasn't as bad as it had been the first time around, but it was still jarring to suddenly be without one of his senses. The red glow of their teacher's quirk slowly died down as his hair lowered to his shoulders, the man rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Stop making me use my quirk, dammit, I have dry eyes!" The underground hero scowled at them for a moment before moving on as if the interruption hadn't just occurred. "You're going to be picking class representatives."

Izuku deadpanned as the rest of the class seemed to follow suit, all of them thinking the same thing "So normal!" Everyone had started shouting for everyone to vote for them at once, at least until Iida stepped up and demanded that everyone vote so that it would be fairer. Izuku had stopped paying attention after he had turned in his slip, having voted for Kirishima. He knew a little bit about the boy from hanging out with him after school, and he thought that Kirishima's outgoing personality would be perfect since he was able to cool the normally aggressive Katsuki down to a level that was less...Katsuki like. He was focusing on his journal, jotting more down about his quirk with silently moving lips when a palm suddenly slammed down on his desk and sent him leaning back in his seat.

"What?" He looked up to find everyone's eyes on him, the green-haired boy blanching as he had wondered what he missed.

"You won the presidency, Deku-kun!" He looked over to where Uraraka had spoken, tilting his head in confusion until the words she had said replayed in his mind. He immediately snapped his head towards the board, noticing that he had managed to get 4 votes where the VP, Yaoyorozu had only gotten 2.

"I-er-" He would have remained frozen in his desk had Kacchan not literally manhandled him up out of his chair and pushed him forward to the front where Yaoyorozu was standing, muttering under her breath. Izuku spared her a small glance, her eyes suddenly snapping up to meet his with a bit of a glare present on her face. He merely gave her a small smile as he took his place next to her. He was tempted to immediately vacate the position, he had never wanted to be class rep and didn't think about being it at all-but then his talk with Yagi-San floated through his mind from the other day.

"Psst, Midoriya-shounen!" Izuku looked up from where his face was buried in his notebook, only to let out a startled shriek and jump backward as he came face to face with a skeletal like figure whose bright blue eyes were gleaming with mirth. "Come get ice cream with me!"

"Yagi-san, did you follow me home?" He gave the man an amused glance as the blonde spewed blood from his lips, absently handing the man one of the many handkerchiefs that he carried on him as a result of spending so much time with the Number 1 hero. Yagi Toshinori accepted it gratefully, using it to wipe his mouth before tucking it into his own pocket.

"Why of course I did! I couldn't just approach you at the school could I?" He gave his young charge a bright smile, both of them chatting about nonsensical things as they made their way to the ice cream shop. Yagi got a sugar-free froyo as it was the easiest thing on his body since he lacked a stomach, while Midoriya got a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles. The two sat on a bench in a relatively empty spot of the ice cream lot, both of them watching the birds flutter around, picking at the seed that the ice cream shop owner normally scattered out every morning. "I actually did want to speak with you about something, Midoriya-shounen."

"What is it? Is everything okay, Yagi-San?" The blonde haired man nodded, eating a spoonful of his frozen treat before he began speaking once more.

"Everything is fine Midoriya-shounen. I just wanted to bring something to your attention. You know how I intend on having you take my mantle as the symbol of peace?" Izuku nodded, licking a long stripe of his ice cream that had started to melt. "In order to do that, you need to start showcasing yourself now as a freshman. Normally I would say you need to just stand out at the Sports Festival, something which I would still like you to do-but you also know that having comrades to have your back is something invaluable to a hero."

"Where are you going with this, Yagi-San?" Blue eyes pierced green ones as the man used his pink spoon to eat another scoop of froyo.

"You'll need to establish yourself as a leader within your class. How you do that is up to you, but you need to build a circle of people that you can come to rely on." Images of his new friends Kirishima and Mina popped into his head, followed by the images of Uraraka and Iida, two people that he had managed to befriend at random simply by walking home to the train station after the combat exercise with them. Urakaka had been worried about him despite not knowing him, and Iida being her friend had decided to wait for her. The three teens had found that they had a lot in common during that walk. Even Kaminari made his way in there, the two of them having bonded a bit during the exercise itself. He almost protested, not seeing the point in establishing himself as a leader when a familiar voice seemingly whispered in his ear.

"Whether you like it or not, kid, you're going to be a leader one day." He shook his head as if clearing his ears and inhaled slowly before nodding in determination.

"Alright, I'll do it." Toshinori gave him a thumbs up before his smile turned into a grin as he pointed at Izuku's dripping ice cream cone. The boy let out a yelp and hurriedly licked it all up, his cheeks turning red with mortification as his mentor laughed at him.

"Also kid, what are you doing this weekend? There's someone that I'm going to want you to meet."

He would keep his word and at least attempt to do his best in his leadership role. If he felt as though he was lacking in it, then he would step down and pass it to someone else until he was able to properly bear that role.

"Did you have anything you wanted to say, Midoriya?" Yaoyorozu's voice brought him back to the present as he turned bright red at having been caught not paying attention once again. He flushed even deeper when he heard his VP's tsk of disappointment along with her mutter that she should have been chosen.

"U-u-um actually I-I d-do. T-thanks for e-electing me." His eyes skimmed over the class and he noticed his pink-skinned friend pulling at her cheeks with her fingers, her free ones tapping her cheeks in a message. He frowned at her as she pulled her cheeks wider and-oh! A blinding smile suddenly swept across his face as he beamed at his classmates, forcing himself to stand up straighter. "I hope to do my best by you all, and as such, I hope that we can all push each other to our greatest heights, plus ultra!" The rest of the class sans Bakugou cheered with him, Yaoyorozu giving him a small smile of apology which he accepted easily. The bell rang at that moment and Aizawa waved them out of the classroom, disappearing under his desk in order to take a nap.

"Deku-kun! Your speech was amazing!" Uraraka had appeared next to him, her brown eyes glittering as she grinned widely at him, pumping her fist in the air. "You're going to be great!"

"I agree, Midoriya. Such a rousing speech!" Deku blanched at Iida's robotic arm movements, letting out a slight chuckle. He waved at Mina and Kirishima as they both yanked Bakugou out of the door, and he turned back to Iida and Uraraka.

"Thanks guys, I was really nervous. Wanna eat lunch together?" His two friends nodded and together they walked out of the classroom, talking about what to expect for the future.

The atmosphere of U.A's cafeteria was bright, alight with the laughter of students from all courses and all grades. The last student had just collected their meal from Lunch Rush and had sat down to eat when suddenly the alarm system began blaring as a robotic voice came over U.A's intercom.

"There has been a security level 3 breach. Please evacuate." At a table full of heroic students from class 1-A, a girl with brown hair frowned as she leaned away from the table towards another one, tapping a 2nd year student on their shoulder.

"What's a level 3 security breach?" Her words floated through the silence that had descended over the cafeteria, and almost all at once people rose from their seats and began forcing their way through towards the exit.

"It means someone has infiltrated the school, we gotta get out of here!" Izuku rose to his feet, his hands reaching out and grabbing Uraraka as she was almost trampled by the stampeding students.

"Thanks Deku-kun! Someone is gonna get hurt this way!" The green haired boy nodded, his eyes darting around for their other friend who they had sat with. The engine quirk user was by the window, waving his hands wide as he shouted as loud as he dared.

"Midoriya! Uraraka! It's just the press!" Izuku's mind began flowing a mile a minute, he had to find some way to calm the students down and alert them that it wasn't a real emergency before someone got hurt. What to do...what to do! He glanced towards Uraraka again to make sure she was still there when suddenly a lightbulb went off in his mind.

"Uraraka! Can you make me float?" The girl nodded and moved without hesitation, tapping his shoulder with all 5 pads of her fingers. The second he felt the weight (he still had yet to ask her if she actually nullified gravity or if she was able to cancel out mass) disappear from his body, he used a precise stream of airbending to send himself flying into the air. Another gust sent him flying to the top of the front door where he turned and let out another gust of wind strong enough to rustle the hair of the panicking students.

"EVERYONE, IT'S JUST THE PRESS!" He pointed to the window that Iida was currently pressed up against. "PLEASE REMAIN CALM AND GO TO YOUR EVACUATION LOCATIONS IN AN ORDERLY MANNER SO THAT NO ONE GETS HURT!" The students began muttering as they made their way forward in a much calmer manner than before. He found himself suddenly falling as Uraraka's quirk was released, only to be caught by the boy with the octo arms-Shoji. "Thank you, Shoji." The boy gave him a nod and set him on the ground as they all headed back to their classrooms.

"Midoriya! That was so manly!" A hand clapped on his back as they walked into the classroom, Izuku not even having to glance back to know that his eyes would have been met with a shock of red hair.

"Thanks Kirishima-Kun, I did what anyone would have done."

"Nonsense! Excellent job controlling the situation, Midoriya." Iida's voice cut through the air and the rest of the class began agreeing with him. They all took their seats, Izuku sliding deep down into his, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Moments later their homeroom teacher strolled into the room, a deep scowl on his face.

"I hate the media." The man muttered before addressing the class. "As your representatives are chosen, you will all be dismissed in around a half hour as the press continues to clear out. We'll have you exit through a different door as a precaution. Final announcement, we are going on a field trip of sorts on Friday so make sure you're on time. Anyone that isn't here by the time the first bell rings will be left behind, and anyone left behind will be expelled. Talk amongst yourselves quietly until I dismiss you." The man settled down into his chair, eyes closed as he seemingly went to sleep. The children chatted amongst themselves, not knowing that in two days time their peace was going to be disrupted.

Outside the main U.A building stood the principal of the school, Principal Nezu. The bear/rat man stood with his arms behind his back observing the disintegrated barrier with a high degree of interest. Around him stood the pro-heroes Snipe and Present Mic.

"What do you think this was, Nezu?" Snipe didn't look at the man as he spoke, eyes roving around the entryway with his right hand pressed to the gun holster that sat on his right hip.

"It's not a what, but rather a who." He rubbed the ashes of the barrier between his fingers, eyes bright as his quirk analyzed the situation. "Present Mic, go retrieve Power Loader for me so that he can fix the barrier, please." The loud man nodded before turning on his heel and strolling off quickly. "We must be prepared for anything." He remarked to himself, knowing that Snipe was listening closely.

"This was no mere accident, and it wasn't the press. This was a declaration of war."