Author's Note: There will not be gore in this chapter. I tried writing it several times, but didn't think it worked well into the story. I may do a separate chapter talking about the events later, if you guys want it, however.

This means - flashback

'This means' - thoughts

"This means" - Dark's speaking

"This means"- Dark's thoughts

Once Kirra was in bed and asleep, Dark took his leave. He made a black vortex appear in the girl's room and entered silently. She would not miss him for he didn't plan to be gone long.

He first tried to reach out for the man's sleeping conscious, but came up empty handed.

"Not asleep..."

The ego frowned. He must go to bed late, which would explain his horrible bags, the bloodshot eyes, and down-right awful sleeping bag. He thought it might have been a case of narcolepsy.

Him not being asleep didn't bother him, however. He could very well make him think he was asleep. Or maybe him being awake would be in his favor. For a man as rational as the teacher, he could easily discount a dream.

His black eyes lit up as a cruel smirk came to his face. He had a wonderful idea, indeed. Aizawa Shouta would never question him again.

It was nearing three in the morning when Aizawa made it back to his apartment. He took his goggles off and heaved a sigh as he walked up the steps leading to his abode. He had been patrolling since he left U.A., and he'd have to be back at the school by six. Three hours of sleep was his average rest time during the school terms.

The pro hero narrowed his eyes upon seeing his door slightly ajar. He tensed, preparing to come face-to-face with a potential burglar. They had chosen the wrong target. Sure, he was hardly ever home, but not only was he a professional hero, but he had little to nothing of any monetary value.

Without a sound, he pushed the door open so he could peak inside. No one was in the day area. He made sure his feet made no noise as he checked each and every room. Nothing stolen, and no one inside. Only after every nook and cranny was searched did he conclude no one was there. Maybe someone had broken in, saw nothing worthy of stealing, and moved on to another home.

The teacher still felt a bit.. uneasy. He couldn't quite place why. It was like his instinct was unconvinced that there was no danger. He had learned to listen to his instinct. It's what kept him alive up until this point. The dark, which was usually his ally, suddenly seemed to mock him, like they were blanketing something far worse than a measly cat burglar. Aizawa made sure to lock every window and door before he settled into bed. He should get to sleep while he still could. He set his timer to go off just before he had to leave the house. No use getting up too early.

As his eyelids closed, a pair of eyes opened in the corner of his bare room. Dark emerged from seemingly nowhere, hands behind his back, shoulders tense. His 'aura' -the red and blue lights- was flaring. Usually, he kept it hidden unless he was preforming an especially taxing or exerting spell that needed his concentration. He knew it also made him look more intimidating, especially the screaming parts that branched off him. It made him seem unpredictable, unhinged, like a sea of anger boiled beneath, which was true. He had a burning rage that would only ever be satisfied by handling the source. That would have to wait for another time.

Almost as soon as he appeared in the room, Aizawa bolted up, eyes blazing red and hair defying gravity. His blanket was tossed aside, half of it spilling onto the floor.

"Did you really think you could sneak up on me?"

Dark smirked, popping his neck leisurely, taking his time respond.

"I never said that."

The shadows around them seemed to thicken and writhe. Tentacles lashed out and gripped the pro's arms, preventing him from being able to attack or defend. His eyes grew wide. He shouldn't be able to use his quirk while he was watching him.

"What the hell?.."

Dark cracked his neck, the red and blue motif radiating outward.

"I do believe that is an.. appropriate choice of wording," the demon sneered. "Now... let us get started, shall we?"

Kirra went through the second day of school without much trouble. She was good at English due to her being from the America's. Lunch had also been delicious. She became excited when they made it to Hero Basic Training.

All Might burst through the door.

"I am... HERE! Coming through the door, like a hero!"

"I can't believe it's really All Might!"

"So, he is a teacher! This year is gonna be totally awesome!"

"Hey, look. Is he wearing his Silver Age costume?"

"I'm getting goosebumps. It's so Retro!"

Dark scoffed.

"These children know nothing of 'retro'."

"Welcome to the most important class of U.A. High! Think of it as Heroing 101! Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro, and what it means to fight in the name of good. Let's get into it!" He flexed. "Today's lesson, will pull no punches!"

The blonde man held out a card with bold, red letters spelling the word 'battle' in English.

"Fight training!"

"Real combat...?"

"But, one of the keys of being a hero is looking good! These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms, and the requests you sent in before school started."

Twenty-one slots slide out of the left wall, all numbered. The class awed at the use of technology.

"Get yourselves suited up, and meet me at Training Ground Beta!"

"Yes, sir!"

The ravenette teen wasn't used to changing around other people, even other girls. She shyly hid in a shower stall and changed behind a white curtain. Dark politely waited outside in the hallway, having no need to follow her anywhere private.

Quickly as she could, Kirra rushed out past the girls of her class and rushed to the training area, the rest not far behind. She could feel their excitement as though it was palpable. She, however, was nervous.

"I can't fight anyone! I barely know any spells! They're gonna eat me up alive out there!"

"You will be fine," the demon reassured, taking steady steps, keeping up with the frantic girl easily. "I will simply take control when you need it, just like the Exams."

Her brown eyes glanced at him and nodded, teeth still nibbling her lower lip. She could trust him. He had done nothing for her to believe otherwise.

All Might stood proudly as he watched the class exit the tunnel.

"They say the clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, and, behold! You are the proof! Take this to heart: From now on, you are all, heroes in training! Hmp! I'm getting all ramped up! You look so cool! Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?!"

Kirra's outfit was simple. It was a plain black vest with dark red buttons over a deep crimson shirt with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her pants were black as well, with slashes of red that matched her top. A blue utility belt rested around her waist filled with small snacks and medical supplies. Her shoes were knee-high black boots with blood red laces, steel-toed, and soles at least two inches thick, so she could walk over rubble without risking a nail or something sharp cutting into them. They had been made by leather that should be heat resistant, non-slip, and non-conductive. Her black locks had been pulled back into a half-up do to keep it mostly out of her eyes. They didn't require much maintenance now that it was shorter than usual. She didn't need much, Dark had informed her, once she learned more advanced magic.

As everyone began to chatter, the blonde boy with the black lightning bolt came up to her. His outfit was also simple, with some sort of glasses over his eyes, probably to lessen the light of his quirk on them.

"Hey, again, 3-D. Nice outfit. It looks like you picked colors to match your quirk!"

The teen rubbed the back of her neck.

"Yeah, I did.. I'm not too creative, so I just fell back on it, but it's not actually a quirk, you know?"

He paused, head tilting to one side like a curious puppy.

"Huh? What is it, then?"

"It's-"

"Now that you're ready!" All Might called, once again keeping her from stating her true power to the Pikachu-look-alike. "It's time for combat training!"

"Sir!" The person in the full-metal suit rose their hand. "This is the fake city from our Entrance Exam. Does that mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?"

"Not quite! I'm going to move you two steps ahead! Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside; however, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evil doers take place in-doors. Think about it! Back-room deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams if good guys and bad guys, and fight two-on-two battles."

"Isn't this a little advanced?" the frog girl asked.

"The best training is what you get on the battle field! But, remember, you can't just punch a robot this time! You're dealing with actual people now."

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?"

"How much can we hurt the other team?"

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?"

"Will you be splitting us up by chance, or comparative skills?"

"Isn't this cape tre chic?"

"There's an odd number of us," Kirra pointed out. "Will one team have three?"

"Erk, ka! I wasn't finished talking!"

The Number One Hero pulled out a little booklet, and began reading from it.

"Listen up! The situation is this: the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys will either have to catch the evildoers or capture the weapon! Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Time's limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots!"

"Isn't there a better way?"

"Think about it! Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot. So maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here."

"Yes, I see. Life's a random series of events. Excuse my rudeness!"

"No sweat. Let's draw!"