A/N: Shit hits the fan.

Sunday morning dawned bright and early as Aizawa took Shinsou to Besupin City. Neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before, and he drove them with two travel mugs of coffee in the cup holders on the front console.

The rest of his class was still asleep; he told them to head into the city as a group around noon and to be back by curfew.

He fought back a yawn as he glanced over at Shinsou, who was staring out the window with earbuds in.

This is it, he thought to himself as he shifted his focus back to the road. After today, nothing will be the same.

Briefly, he wondered what the principal knew. He and his friends hadn't been included in the last meeting with the staff, so it was assumed that he knew too much.

His eyes narrowed. Of course, he didn't know if he knew about Kan yet. Mic was a bit nervous, given his previous assumption that there was a traitor in their midst had suddenly been proven true.

I bet this isn't helping his fears, he sighed to himself. I'll have to get him the biggest plate of fried chicken when this shitshow is over.

"Ah, you made it." Hisashi gave the teacher a charming smile and gestured to the laptop sitting on top of a crate.

Kurogiri was already present, arms primly folded behind his back as always. Aizawa eyed him wearily before stepping forward, fishing the USB out of his pocket.

Hisashi inspected it for a moment, eyes narrowed, before nodding and plugging it into the laptop.

Immediately, a window popped up. Several folders were there, including one titled "Commission". After a second, another pop-up appeared, this time a download bar.

Immediately, Aizawa's frown deepened and he leaned forward.

"So I suspected," the taller man hummed. "This was a trap."

"What?" The teacher's gaze snapped to his.

"Those villain attacks... they were coordinated by your superiors." His red eyes glinted in the light. "You're all being played. Your friend with the loud voice was correct when he said there was a traitor afoot, but you were wrong when you assumed it to be Vlad King. Well, at least, you were wrong after he was caught."

His breath hitched. "He was... caught?"

"He contacted Tomura a couple of months ago describing how the principal cornered him," Kurogiri spoke up. "He was let go, but only after the principal warned him not to let Bakugo get caught again. He couldn't guarantee the safety of any of the students should he have gotten himself taken, either by the League or by any errant villains looking to make a mockery of Yuuei."

"So what, he's... he's working with wanted villains to take down the League?" His voice was tight with disbelief. "And the Commission is in on it? Do the top ten even know?"

"If they did, they likely wouldn't support it." Hisashi smirked wryly. "I know for a fact that the Number Two Hero wouldn't."

Hawks?

Oh, right, he was scouted by the Commission, he remembered. From what he knew about the young hero, he seemed to have a strict moral code when it came to interacting with villains, even if he was a bit carefree by outward appearances. Working with villains to take down villains? A bit questionable, but needed in certain circumstances. Working with villains and letting innocents get hurt in the process? He knew for a fact that wouldn't slide.

All of a sudden the laptop pinged with an alert and the files began disappearing from the screen at a rapid rate.

"Ah," Hisashi groaned. "Just as I feared. That rat is more clever than I initially gave him credit for."

"Master, several villains are heading right here," Kurogiri announced, and a portal opened. "I will lead you elsewhere, Eraserhead."

"Just take me back to my kids please," he grumbled as he glanced back.

A loud explosion sounded outside, and jeering was muffled by the heavy door. He heard some shouting before the door began to bend in the middle.

"I have what I needed," the tall villain shrugged as he took the USB out of the laptop and shut the device. He tossed the stick to the floor and it skittered across the concrete.

Frantically, the teacher pulled out his phone and texted Yaoyorozu.

Yaoyorozu Momo

Gather the class together and get out of Yuuei.
Come to Besupin City, I'll explain everything when you get to Midoriya's school.

Meanwhile, Momo was brushing out her hair when her phone chimed. She glanced at it and her eyes widened, standing from her bed.

"Oh no," she groaned, setting the brush down and grabbing a red scrunchie. She pulled up Iida's number and dialed.

As soon as he picked up, she declared, "Get everyone together in the commons in about five minutes, in their costumes if available. We have to evacuate Yuuei."

As soon as he touched down in the 1-B classroom, Kan stood from his desk in alarm. "Aizawa?"

"It was a trap," he explained, rushing over to him. "All of it was a trap. Nedzu knows."

"Shit!" Kan hissed, pulling on a coat. "So what now?"

"We have to get to Besupin," he explained as they hastily left the room. "Shinsou is already there visiting with one of Midoriya's classmates, and I told my class to meet us there."

"Not quite yet, Eraserhead," a cool voice made the two of them stop dead in their tracks. They turned to see Nedzu, flanked by half of the staff, walking towards them with a dreaded calm on his face that sent a chill down both of their backs.

His stare was eerie, uncanny, and neither of the teachers could hold his gaze for long before they were staring at their shocked and horrified colleagues.

Aizawa's heart was crushed in a vice grip when he locked eyes with Hizashi, an utterly crestfallen look on his face. Beside him was Midnight, staring at him with forlorn eyes that practically screamed the words Et tu?

"What's the meaning of this, Nedzu?" Kan spoke up first.

"Ah! I should be the one asking what the meaning of all of this is," Nedzu chirped in an affable tone juxtaposed unnervingly against his serious stare. "After you went through the trouble to go through my personal desk and steal some valuable documents and one of my personal USB drives, I don't believe you have the right to question my actions."

"Shou, you-" Hizashi hesitated for a moment, and when he swallowed Aizawa dreaded the next words out of his mouth. Quieter than he was used to, tinged with so much hurt that it physically pained him to listen to it, his best friend asked, "-you aren't the actual traitor... are you?"

"No-" his first instinct was to deny it, but when Kan grit his teeth and Nedzu shook his head slowly, all he could do was shut his mouth and look away.

"How could you, Aizawa?" Midnight was next, and he clenched his eyes shut so that he didn't have to look at her face. "After everything we've gone through together - after losing our best friend and nearly losing another - how could you betray us like this? Did any of our years together mean anything at all?"

"Nemuri," he tried.

"No," she snapped with surprising intensity, and he opened his eyes to stare, bewildered, at her shaking form. She took a wavering breath before pointing her whip at him. "You don't get to call me that. Not anymore."

"Hizashi," he tried next.

The blond just looked away, defeated.

"Now clearly you all realize how bad this looks," the tiny principal began to speak again, in a tone that emanated comfort and positively dripped with condescending pity. "Sekijiro, I might have expected you to turn tail and work for the villains to get a leg up on the other classes, but Aizawa too? And after you lost one of your most prized students to a mere rumor that turned out to be unsubstantiated in the end."

Red-hot rage burned in his chest at the accusation, and he turned his glare onto the animal and retorted, "I did no such thing. You were to blame for that, Nedzu. You were the one who contacted the police, not me."

"And yet you willfully led the lamb to his slaughter without a second thought," the being crooned.

The breath felt like it was being forced out of his chest. He was right.

"Midoriya would have been a great asset to Yuuei, not just because Yagi was here too," he sighed in disdain. "Oh well. Once you surrender, we can try to negotiate a shorter sentencing in Tartarus if you tell us where your enigmatic boss is located."

"We don't know," Kan spoke up this time, his voice low and angry. "He's crafty enough that no one knows where he lives except for the League."

"That I could believe," he mused. "Oh well. The League is being taken care of at this moment. In the meantime, I do believe you should be coming with us, Vlad King, Eraserhead."

Aizawa's heart began to pump harder and faster in his chest. Cold sweat began to bead on the back of his neck as he slowly raised his goggles to cover his eyes.

"Aizawa, don't do anything rash," Hizashi pleaded. "Please, I- I don't want to fight you. You're my best friend."

"Stand down, 'Zashi." Midnight retorted, tears welling up in her eyes as she raised an arm to keep him back. "Don't let him trick you. He's a traitor. He let the League traumatize those poor kids over and over again."

Aizawa's mouth opened and shut, hurt panging in his chest. "I- I would never willfully-" he tried to speak, but the words clogged up in his throat like cough syrup. His eyes began to burn, but it wasn't due to his Quirk.

"You aren't going to make this easy, are you?" Nedzu gave a longsuffering sigh. He had to give the animal credit; he was one hell of an actor. "Well then, I give you all full reign to arrest them with whatever means necessary."

Midnight's grip tightened on her whip. For a second, she leveled her former friend with a sad, defeated gaze before she took a deep breath.

Shit... Nemuri's quirk. We'll be caught in seconds flat if she gets a chance to use it, Aizawa thought desperately. And if Hizashi uses his voice to subdue us...

Suddenly, Kan moved too fast for anyone to predict; in a split-second, an explosion rocked the hallway and the resulting smoke allowed him to pull Aizawa by the arm through his classroom and out the window while the staff in the corridor began to cough and choke.

Aizawa clenched his eyes shut, braced for impact, when suddenly a circle of vantablack and smoky purple enveloped them. All at once they disappeared mid-air as if they'd never jumped at all.

A/N: The next chapter is going to be far lighter in tone than this, I assure you. It's actually one of my absolute favorite scenes I've ever written for this book!

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