A/N: And here's my absolute favorite scene! This is finally the scene I had the most fun writing out of everything in the book! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I have.

Author's Disclaimer: I know chases don't exactly occur in Japan the way they do where I live in the US, so take this chapter with several grains of salt.

"Does anyone know how to hotwire a car?" Todoroki asked as he looked over the van, making most of the class stare at him in shock. He raised an eyebrow at them. "Well?"

After a moment, "I do."

Uraraka slowly rose her hand sheepishly, making the class turn and stare at her in disbelief.

"... what?" She shrugged loosely. "Deku owed me a favor. Don't ask me if you aren't willing to take secrets to the grave. Long story short, neither Deku or I should ever get arrested or we might just be meeting Overhaul in Tartarus."

Deciding to pointedly ignore the specifics of that statement, Todoroki said, "Okay... well, we can steal it or we can get there on foot."

"We really shouldn't hotwire, much less steal a van!" Iida exclaimed, chopping the air. "Isn't there another way to get there? Like the train?"

"Too slow," Asui disagreed, tapping her chin with her finger. "Besides, Aizawa-sensei is likely already gone, kero."

"B- but-"

"Aw lay off, Class Rep," Bakugo grumbled. "We've got no other option if we wanna get there quick. I've got some experience driving. Give 'em here."

Uraraka gave him a weird look. "As much as it pains me to team up with Bakugo, I agree. We don't have much of a choice."

A sigh came from the crowd, and Momo stepped forward, pulling a set of car keys from her palm. "I recognize this model of van. One of my cousins loses her keys all the time, so I can confidently remake them. I've studied the components endlessly."

"Perfect!" Jirou beat the blond to the punch and snatched them from her hand and walked to the driver door.

"A- are we really doing this?" Iida protested.

"Yes, four-eyes, we are doing this!" The blond snapped, resigning himself to opening the door to the back. "Now c'mon, we don't have all fuckin' day. They're probably already realizing we're leaving."

Although offended, Iida let out a heavy sigh and he and Momo started herding their classmates into the van. Jirou started the van and started giving the engine some experimental revving.

She grinned, popping in her earbuds and picking a song from a playlist - when Momo glanced over to see what it was, all she read was "Fast and Furious Mix" before glancing away to help Mineta up into the backseats.

Once everyone was in, everyone barely had enough time to fasten all their seatbelts before the student grinned, her earbuds in her ears blasting music and a determined look on her face, her foot slamming on the gas and making the back tires squeal. The car swerved for a split second before they were gunning it down the road.

The girls in the back (and Mineta) screamed, holding onto each other, and Todoroki's hand spontaneously scorched the handle on the roof of the car on the passenger side.

With a glare towards his friend, he said frostily, "Where did you learn to drive? Baby Driver?"

Jirou paid him no attention as she focused on the road.

"Are you sure you even know how to drive?" Kaminari yelled from the back with Mineta practically in his lap quivering.

"She's studied the manual," Yaoyorozu offered weakly, and after a moment of hesitation, mumbled in afterthought, "... like twice..."

"We're going to die," Todoroki monotonously said, his face twisting into a mix of pain and disbelief as he leaned back in the seat. "We're going to die before we even get to unseat my father as number one."

"We aren't gonna die, you dramatic-ass Panic at the Disco wannabe motherfucker!" Bakugo shouted from the backseat.

Ignoring him, Jirou chimed in, momentarily pulling out an earbud, "We won't die, Todoroki. Calm down."

"Says the one with the apparent skill of a five-star outlaw in Grand Theft Auto."

"How do you even know what Grand Theft Auto is?!" came another yell from the back.

"That doesn't matter right now, guys!" Sero loudly interjected, casting a worried glance towards the back windows. "The police are coming!"

Sure enough, loud sirens began blaring behind them. Passerby on the sidewalks stopped and stared at the van as it zoomed by, uncaring of who they nearly hit in their haste away.

Jirou kissed her teeth and cut the wheel hard, drifting around a corner and swerving as she raced downtown. Cars honked frantically as she weaved through traffic, running a red light and doing a full spin through an intersection.

"I'm gonna be sick," Ashido moaned as she gripped her stomach.

"You puke in the car and I'm throwing your ass out the window!" Bakugo yelled. "Someone get K.K. Bubblegum a barf bag!"

Momo immediately pulled a bag out of her arm and handed it to the girl, and she proceeded to loudly upheave her stomach into it, making the nearby kids grimace in sympathy.

"Urp- I'm- I'm a sympathy puker, I can't- ulp-" Uraraka clasped a hand over her mouth, her whole face turning a sickly shade of green.

"Crap!" Momo hissed as she pulled another one from her other arm, throwing it at her. "I need a snack! I'm running low on lipids!"

"I got you bro!" Kirishima threw her a dark chocolate-coconut bar and she unwrapped it while Uraraka started retching. The dark-haired girl chomped down on it as fast as she could without choking.

"Is there anyone else who gets motion-sick or throws up around other sick people?" Kirishima yelled.

Nobody else spoke up. He gave the vice-president a thumbs-up.

Todoroki sent the back a grimace. "If this were any other situation, I would immediately fail you on the driving test."

"It's either me, Bakugo, or nothing," Jirou said mysteriously, casting him a split-second glance. "I highly doubt any of you know how to drive."

"I've been practicing!" Iida piped up.

"Iida!" Hagakure gasped, scandalized. "None of us are eighteen yet!"

The class rep shut his mouth momentarily, before looking away and blushing in embarrassment. "... well, my brother has been teaching me under cover of darkness," he admitted quietly. Then he stammered, "B- b- but that's not important right now! Jirou is the one actually driving, without a license no less! Which is highly illegal, I'll have you know!"

"Yeah but I doubt you've got experience running from the cops," Jirou retorted as they swerved around a corner again, nearly clipping a pole with the outside mirror as she did a U-turn.

Momentarily quiet, even Ashido stopped gagging as everyone stared at her.

Jirou broke her concentration to glared at everyone through the rear-view mirror. "What?" She snapped. "Don't ask questions you don't wanna hear the answer to."

"Uhhhh, less talky, more drive-y!" Kaminari piped up nervously as the sirens grew more pronounced behind them.

When they passed another cop car, almost running over the man's foot, the cop milling beside it startled before hurrying inside, starting it and immediately blasting the sirens as the tires squealed, rushing after the van.

Jirou sneered at them through the mirror before she noticed an overpass coming up ahead. A strange smile crossed her face.

Todoroki immediately noticed what she was going to do and looked over in alarm. "Jirou, no."

"Jirou yes," she replied with an evil grin.

"Jirou, no!" Iida and Momo yelled in unison.

"Jirou yes!" She cackled with glee as she cut the wheel, sending the van roaring over the barrier and off the side of the overpass towards the road below.

The other girls (and Kaminari and Mineta) screamed as they hit the ground, bouncing up and down as the poor van somehow resisted getting damaged amid the angry honking of passing cars. One glance at the back window showed the cops continuing across, no doubt trying to cut them off.

A sign overhead read "BESUPIN CITY - 40 KM".

"Is this a shortcut?" Iida wondered to himself. "Usually it takes an hour by bullet train."

"It's because one, we've been going so fast, and two, this is the main highway," Satou replied with a yawn.

"Only forty kilometers? We'll be there in no time!" Momo said with some levity, trying to lighten the mood.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, folded his arms, and leaned against the window. Next to him, Kirishima bumped his arm with his elbow.

"Don't look so grumpy, Bakubro!" He cheered. "We're only that much closer to Midobro and Shinbro!"

"... do you always have to call everyone 'bro'?" Mineta questioned. "Like, you two aren't even close."

"C'mon man, we can at least agree that 'Shinbro' was clever though." Kaminari nodded.

"Yeah, fair enough," the purple-haired boy mumbled in reply.

"Just what I call my close friends." Kirishima shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Is it really that annoying?"

"Don't listen to Grape Face, you're the least annoying extra in this class besides the animal whisperer and Edgar Allen Woe over there," Bakugo cut in with a withering look towards the small boy.

Tokoyami just sighed. Next to him, Kouda glanced back and forth nervously, unsure of whether or not to be offended.

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Hagakure cooed, clasping her hands together. "He likes you, Kiri!"

"Shut up, Invisibitch!" He snapped, his cheeks burning redder from embarrassment.

"Hey, hey, let's not go there!" Satou cut in with a frown.

"Like you're one to talk, Incredible Bulk!"

"Hey man, low blow!"

"Geez, no wonder nobody liked you at the beginning of the year..."

"WHAT WAS THAT, SPARKY?!"

"I see Besupin City!" Sero pointed out helpfully, pointedly ignoring the quarrel. "Where's Midoriya's school again?"

"It's one of the biggest high schools in the area, we'll find it," Todoroki replied as he broke his hand away from the handle to firmly grasp the armrest of the door.

As the girl cut the wheel again, they drifted across an intersection before driving between a pole and a cafe, startling pedestrians on the sidewalk and making an off-duty cop shake his fist at them, yelling something nasty. A nearby mother clasped her hands over her child's ears and sent him a death stare as he pulled out a radio.

The school came into sight, and the students cried out in relief as she skidded to a stop in the parking lot, making anyone not properly buckled up to fly forward into the seat in front of them.

Mineta slammed into the backseat with a muffled groan of "My face..."

Todoroki wheezed as his belt punched the air from his chest.

Ashido choked and gagged into the barf bag again, which triggered Uraraka's retching to start again.

Aoyama posed in his seat with an amused smile, practically glittering and totally unaffected.

"C'mon, go go go!" Momo ordered as everyone hurriedly unbuckled themselves and flung open the van doors.

One by one the students filed out, dizzy and stumbling around much to the confusion and surprise of some of the students milling about. Somehow, Jirou had managed to park inside the lines, a feat almost as admirable as her getting them there in one piece.

Iida scooped Uraraka and Ashido into his arms and sped onto campus with the rest of their class not far behind, Todoroki surfing on his ice and melting its remains with his fire. Behind him, Aoyama propelled himself with his stomach beam, winking at some passerby who stared at him in awe and bewilderment.

""S- so bright!" Someone muttered, shielding their eyes against the sparkling light.

"Hey wait, aren't those the Yuuei students?" Someone else whispered.

"Hey yeah, they are!" Someone else agreed excitedly.

"Who's that in front? Frozone?"

"Dowaito you ignorant slut! That's Shouto!"

"Hey, the tail guy! I think my cousin has his autograph somewhere."

"Oh thank God, they brought the only sane guy with them!"

"Oh thank God you're here," Aizawa breathed as he took in the sight of his children, looking slightly worse for wear, but in one piece. As Uraraka stumbled into his chest, he reflexively hugged her and questioned, "Why are Uraraka and Ashido sick? What happened?"

Jirou puffed up her chest. "Well, I-"

"Don't worry about it," Momo cut in anxiously, giving her friend an apologetic look as she glared. "Anyways, we're here! What do we do now?"

"We speak to the principal to get the school's help," he said, snapping back into Hero Mode as they stalked through the administration building.

A teacher with heavily-shaded sunglasses over her face directed them into an elevator where they rode up several floors until they exited into a long hallway.

The teacher led them to a nearby set of double-doors with a shining metal doorplate reading "HEADMASTER'S OFFICE" on it.

Knocking twice, the teacher called, "Principal! The group from Yuuei is here!"

After a moment, a deeper, yet still feminine, voice replied, "Bring them in."

She opened the door and gestured for the class to file in before making her exit. The 1-A students openly gawked at the stylish surroundings, and when they caught sight of the principal, a kind-looking middle-aged woman with slightly-graying black hair in a pixie cut and honey-brown eyes, several bowed out of respect, including the two teachers with them.

"Principal Inoue, thank you for shielding us," Aizawa began, bowing at the waist to the smaller woman. "I request your aid in helping my class fend off a villain attack directed towards us."

At this, Inoue Asuka sat up straighter in her chair, eyes narrowing. "Villains? How many and how long will it take for them to reach the campus?"

"I don't know, and I don't know," he answered reluctantly. "All I can tell you is that they attacked me earlier, and I have no doubt that their leader will lead them right here. We can't fight them off on our own."

"Well." The woman breathed a sigh before giving him a smile, folding her hands together on her desk. "You came to the right place, Aizawa-san."

Pressing the button on the intercom on her desk, she said, "Attention all staff and students: Henceforth the school will be under lockdown GC17. Please carry out the proper evacuation plans and..." she paused, and with a malicious grin, "... make sure you wreak some havoc out there."

As soon as she was done with the announcement, she stood from her chair - all poise and confidence at just 5'3" - and gestured for the group to follow her.

Behind her, the group was whispering to themselves in awe.

"She's so cool, did you see that awesome pantsuit she's wearing? She looks so badass!"

"I wonder how she maintains her confident aura! She's making me feel important just by standing near me!"

"Dude, Midoriya is so lucky having her as a principal."

"She could step on me and I'd thank her."

"Mineta!"

"What?! You're all thinking it too!"

"Principal Inoue," Kan spoke up, and the woman turned her head slightly to signify she was listening. "Pardon my ignorance, but what exactly is lockdown GC17?"

"Ah, that's right, you're from Yuuei," she murmured to herself before speaking up, "At my academy, the staff and students spend one week before school actually begins going over several different lockdown guides, including ones where the only option is to barricade ourselves and fight."

"And GC17 is such a plan?"

"Our students and staff should be changing into their costumes and heading to the gym as we speak," she confirmed with a predatory smile. "I've trained them well. No offense to your school, of course, but we have never had anything quite to the level of the USJ incident since the year the school opened. Any and all villain attacks against us have successfully been fought off until authorities could arrive, and our streak is not about to be broken now."

Aizawa had to be impressed with the smirk she sent him over her shoulder. "Impressive. Very impressive."

"Excuse me, Principal ma'am?" Ashido spoke up.

"Yes?" She turned to face her, walking backwards as they herded into the elevator.

"Um, what about the Gen Ed and Support courses?" She questioned. "What do they do?"

"Everyone has a role here, even if they aren't actively studying to become a hero." She gave the girl a kind look. "Our General Education course students have been taught extensively to man the security systems in the building, supervised by the appropriate teachers. They won't have to fight, but they can use their quirks if need be. Anyone can train up their quirk here."

"And the quirkless kids?"

"Special support items from our Support Department depending solely on their specific tastes, as well as general self-defense training." She nodded primly. "No student is ever left incapable nor unarmed."

"You do accept Quirkless students?" Kan was mildly surprised. "Even though the numbers are dwindling faster with each generation?"

She turned to him then, a spark of some deep raw emotion in her eye as she coolly replied, "No student should ever be denied access to a higher education if they wish to have it. As much as it pains me to admit, there aren't very many highly-recommended high schools in our modern world that will accept a Quirkless student over the many Quirked applicants each year. The rate of Quirkless students that receive a higher education than junior high is at an all-time low due to, as you've described, the number dwindling more and more with every new generation. In my youth, we have many more than your students would have now. I recall at least three in my graduating high school class alone, as well as several more in Yuuei's general education and business departments during my brief tenure there."

Then she turned her gaze upon the teenagers, an unnerving solemnness that caused most of them to awkwardly turn away. "In fact, the 'one in ten' number you often hear repeated in your biology classes has been dated for years now. In Japan's still-living population alone, the numbers run somewhere around twenty-percent Quirklessness in total. Some countries boast more, but the majority have less. In your generation, it's more accurate that approximately every one in ten-thousand are born without a Quirk."

Silence settled over the students, imposing and thick. Bakugo's hands twitched, and he cast a stormy look at the ground.

"That's why you generally never hear of, or even see Quirkless students in school nowadays," she continued with a sad sigh. "The bullying and suicide rates among Quirkless children and teens are the highest they've ever been, and aside from the obvious issue of LGBTQ youth being adversely affected by societal pressures to conform to a certain gender or sexual identity, among Quirkless girls and boys, boys have the higher suicide rate between the two."

At this, the blond clenched his eyes shut. Nearby, Todoroki and Uraraka turned to stare his way.

"Bullying, suicide, and public discrimination are the three biggest issues among Quirkless individuals today, and that's not even including the complete lack of Quirkless heroes currently active today," she finished, putting a hand over her heart. "I may have been privileged enough to be kept away from the discrimination that comes with being born without, but I still sympathize with some of the struggle that comes with being underestimated and constantly having your dreams curtailed because of what you were - or weren't - born with."

Inoue turned to Aizawa with a knowing look. "Your student, Shinsou, is such a bright and talented young man. It would be a great pleasure for me to have him in my hero department. I can firmly assure you, Aizawa, that he will not experience any discrimination based on his quirk type here. We take reports of bullying and harassment very seriously, especially concerning staff."

He bowed his head somewhat. "I agree. While Yuuei is one of the top-rated schools in the country, I admit that the methods of dealing with harassment among the students is..." he hesitated, "...very lackluster."

"Midoriya in particular has had some serious issues with it in the past," she firmly scolded. "While it's not my place to delve into everything we have documented, the therapist we assigned to him has managed to greatly help him deal with his PTSD and lasting anxiety since he started visiting her. Especially after what his last schools happened to do."

Here, he winced, and Kan looked away.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Todoroki spoke up, raising his hand.

"Yes, young man."

"If you happen to share a class with your primary bully, what measures would the school take to keep further issues from arising?" He pointedly ignored the sharp glance Bakugo threw him from where he stood leaning against the wall.

"First thing's first is we would totally separate the two," she replied, folding her arms across her chest. "We would first need a written account from not just the victim, but from any witnesses and the instructor as well, and then we would immediately temporarily house the bully in another class until the matter can be properly investigated. When we have sufficient evidence, the bully permanently transfers to another class and contact between the two is heavily moderated by the staff, and students are encouraged to come forward if they witness harassment anywhere on or off campus."

"Thank you." He seemed pleased with her answer, sparing Bakugo a warning stare when the boy's expression tightened further.

Just then, the elevator dinged and came to a stop. As soon as the doors opened, Inoue straightened her black pantsuit jacket and led them through a side door out into the grounds. A giant building loomed ahead of them behind the Education Building and between the two dormitories, sandwiched between the Support Building and the Underground Course building. All three were linked together via an indoor walkway between them all.

As soon as they opened the gym doors, the students gasped at the sight.

Every class was grouped there already, and teenagers clad in every hue of the rainbow and beyond, from eye-catching reds to muted grays, were standing at attention, their teachers at the forefront of each group. The students were in rows of three, each one either standing quietly or chattering to one another in hushed tones.

Uraraka caught Midoriya's eye and waved to him. Briefly, he glanced her way and smiled, giving a shy wave back. Her cheeks pinkened at the attention, and Ashido nudged her with a knowing grin.

She noticed a girl next to him, one with a headband around her head underneath a flower crown lean in to whisper to him, and for a second, she frowned. But then she recalled, Ah, right, he has a group of friends here! That must be one of them.

Midoriya smiled, slipping his phone back into an inner pocket.

Let the floodgates open, he'd texted Shigaraki. Let's Endgame this bitch.

Behind him, Ginjiro chuckled and reached to give him a high-five.

A/N: Taking a lot of liberties with the MHA universe when it comes to quirklessness and discrimination/harassment. I'm treating it as you would just about anything else that kind of society would label a 'disability' or 'abnormality'.

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