A/N: Thank you everyone for reading!

I've been busy these past few weeks, but I have prepared these two new chapters! I hope you enjoy reading them! chapter 5 is where things start to change from the old plot.

Chapter 4
the new student

"There's no more news about the Toxic Haze…" Midoriya scrolled down through the news from the NHA website. The news about the villain attack had died—or more like replaced by the new headline.

All Might as a Teacher in UA!

The Symbol of Peace: working in UA?

Hero or Teacher? All Might is Now Working in UA!

The green-haired boy sighed as he closed the tab and shut his phone. He continued his walk when the crossing light turned green. The news about All Might being hired as a teacher at UA surprised the nation. It has been what everyone was talking about for the past few days.

It wasn't that he wasn't happy with the news. He just wanted to know if the two students from the villain attack were safe or not. He was tempted to ask All Might about it, but decided against it since it wasn't his business. He didn't even know both of them and he was trying to stick his nose into something he wasn't related to.

"Hey, you!"

Midoriya visibly tensed when he saw a mob of reporters coming right at him.

"How are All Might's classes?" a female reporter asked, shoving the mic directly in his face. She was followed by a dozen other reporters, circling around the poor boy. They all had their cameras directed at him along with flash and mics. "Give us a brief comment about his teachings!"

Honestly, Midoriya didn't know how to deal with over-demanding media.

"Um, excuse me, I have to go to the nurse's office!" Midoriya quickly excused himself and made a beeline to the school's entrance gate. He didn't really have to see Recovery Girl, he just needed an excuse to escape. His hands gripped on the straps of his backpack as he tried to ignore the media's call for him to answer questions regarding his mentor. As soon as he entered the building, he heaved out a sigh of relief, a hand on his chest. 'I better get to class…'

The freckled boy took off his red shoes, taking it with him as he went over to 1-A's shoe lockers. He opened his shoe locker and pulled out his indoor shoes, placing his red ones inside. The boy blinked when he noticed a locker that was supposed to be empty–now has a name plate on it.

"Leon…hart?" Midoriya blinked when he read over the katakana.

"Deku! Good morning!"

"Eeep! U-Uraraka!" Midoriya almost jumped in surprise when he heard his friend's greeting. "G—Good morning!" he stuttered out, hiding his tinted red cheeks with his arms.

The brunette tilted her head confusedly. "Hmm?" her eyes glanced over to the locker Izuku had been staring at. "Leon…hart? Who's Leonhart?" she asked.

Midoriya stopped stuttering and turned to look at the locker too, "I don't actually know…" he said.

"Ah! Do you think that we might be getting a new student?!" Uraraka's eyes gleamed brightly in excitement as she took a step closer to the boy, a smile on her face.

Midoriya's face turned bright red. "M—M—Maybe? We should get to class and see!" he looked away and avoided Uraraka's gaze.

When the duo arrived to class, they were greeted with their classmates discussing something about a new student. Izuku glanced around the room. He blinked a few times when he saw an extra desk right behind Yaoyorozu's—which was in his row.

"Hey, hey, did you guys hear? We're getting another student!" a classmate of theirs—Ashido Mina—came up towards the door to greet them, beaming with excitement.

"For real?!" Uraraka replied with the same amount of excitement.

"Yeah! I wonder if the new student is another girl?" the invincible girl hummed, tapping her finger against her chin—though her classmates could only see the movement of her sleeve.

Mineta puffed out his chest, holding his chin up high to prove that his statement is correct. "Of course, it's going to be a she! There's an uneven number of boys and girls in our classroom!" he said as a matter of fact. Saliva gathered in his mouth as his cheeks reddened at the thought of a female foreign student in their class. "From the name, she could be a really sexy foreigner—!"

Asui's tongue slapped the purple-haired boy's head. "Stop thinking perverted things, Mineta." She croaked.

Yaoyorozu nodded her head in agreement, staring at the boy sitting in front of her with distaste. "It's inappropriate to think such thoughts—let alone to the person who you have yet to meet." She scolded.

Midoriya nodded his head in agreement as he went over to his seat right behind Bakugou. The usually loud ash-blond boy was unusually quiet this morning. He didn't blow up despite the loud noises around him. Bakugou didn't even glare at him like he usually does in the morning whenever he passes by his table.

"Settle down class." A lazy voice drawled from the door, their homeroom teacher stepping inside the classroom. Everyone quickly made their way to their assigned seat, waiting for their names to be called in the roll call. With the last name ticked, he placed the attendance paper down on his desk. "Alright… First of all, good work on yesterday's combat training."

Aizawa sighed when his eyes saw the empty chair at the back. The new student was running a little late. He averted his gaze back down to the papers. "I saw the video and results…" he looked over to the ash-blond, giving him a stern look. "Bakugou, you're talented. So, don't act like a kid."

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance, but accepted the comment. "I know."

"And Midoriya," The Erasure Hero averted his gaze to the boy sitting behind the blond, who visibly stiffened at the mention of his own name. "You settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your quirk."

The green-haired boy looked down to his desk.

Another sigh was heard from the man. "I don't like saying the same thing over and over." His eyes skimmed over to the papers in his hand and glanced back to look at the boy. "As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do."

Midoriya brightened up at the compliment. "Yes, sir!"

"Now let's get down to homeroom business."

"Um—excuse me, Mr. Aizawa." Ashido raised her hand, gaining not just the teacher's attention, but the whole class as well.

Aizawa looked over to the pink-haired girl. "What is it, Ashido?"

"Is there really going to be a new student in our class?" Ashido asked, a smile across her face. At this question, everyone stared at the teacher—hoping for him to confirm their curiosity.

The black-haired man nodded his head. "Yes, but apparently she's running a bit late—"

The class broke into chatters, ignoring the teacher standing in front of them.

"Did you hear? It's a she! She's a girl!"

"Don't you think she came in a little late?"

"Her tardiness should not be an example!"

Aizawa could already feel a headache coming and they haven't even made it past the homeroom. His left eye twitched as he became irritated from how noisy the class was. "Quiet—"

Knock knock

'Great! First day of school and I'm already running late!' Hikari huffed as she waited for the crossing light to turn green.

The very next day after Aizawa gave her the quirk apprehension test, she was already told to start school. She received the uniforms from the principal himself. She had woken up to the sound of her alarm and turned the alarm off lazily, going back to sleep. She miscalculated her timing and before she even knew it, she woke up an hour before school started —and it was going to take her around 40 minutes to reach school.

The brunette waited impatiently on the sidewalk. 'Not a very good way for a first impression.' She jogged on the spot, silently wishing the light would just go green. As soon as the light flashed green, she sprinted across the crosswalk—ignoring the looks she was receiving. If she runs, then she'll reach the school gates before the bell. When the H-shaped building came to view, her eyes blinked confusedly at the swarm of people gathering around the gates. 'Huh? What's the press doing here?' she thought as her run slowed down to a jog.

The story of the Toxic villain was no longer a hot headline. It was long forgotten because of the new headline—the news about All Might working as a teacher in UA. The brunette was glad that her story was no longer in the news.

'I can't get through!' Hikari stopped right behind a reporter as she stood on her toes to look at the mass of people blocking the entrance. She slipped inside the crowd and let out a grunt when someone elbowed her cheek. 'What a bad way to start the day!' she tried to push her way through the bodies—all the while trying to avoid being seen.

"Ah! Please tell us about All Might being a teacher!" A mic was suddenly shoved to the brunette's face, stopping her from sneaking further. "What do you think of his teachings?"

Hikari raised her hands up. "Sorry! But I'm running a little late, could you guys please back off?" she asked, as she looked over the reporter's shoulder. She could see the entrance gate. If it wasn't for the reporter pushing her further inside the crowd, she could sprint towards the gates. 'So close and yet so far away!'

"Tell us about the Symbol of Peace in class!"

"How does he handle students?"

"Guys, guys! It's my first day here and I'm kinda late—!" The brunette pushed her way through. It was a struggle, but she made it anyway. She left the mob of reporters behind her and before she even went through the doors, a loud noise was heard from behind. "What the—?!"

The once open gate of UA was now closed shut.

"That's the UA Barrier!" A voice chirped happily.

Hikari looked down to her side and saw the principal standing beside her.

"It'll automatically close if a person without a Student ID Card or a Special ID Permit enters our school grounds." The principal kindly explained and the brunette nodded her head in understanding. "Much precautions have been made to keep out villains, and of course the press too. So please rest assured."

"I see…" Hikari cleared her throat, still staring at the closed gates.

Principal Nezu turned to look at her. "Run along now, Ms. Leonhart! I believe you're late for your homeroom class!"

"Ah yeah! Sorry! I'll be going now, sir!" Hikari bowed her head at the principal before running inside.

She quickly went over to her shoe locker in class 1-A's section and scanned over the lockers for her own. Her name was placed right below a student named Hagakure. She quickly pulled out her indoor shoes, shoving her sneakers inside the locker. She continued her sprint, taking her indoor shoes along as she ran up the set of stairs to her classroom with her socks only.

Bam

"OW!" Hikari didn't even notice anyone rounding the corner. She had run into a person quite hard enough to make the both of them fall from impact. It also didn't help when she couldn't stop herself on time. She wasn't wearing shoes because she was in too much of a hurry. "That hurts!" she rubbed her nose as she groaned in pain.

"I'll say…" a bored and tired voice said in equal pain.

Hikari blinked when she recognized the voice. "Shinsou?"

Said person turned his attention to her. "Oh? It's you." The boy rubbed his head.

"Sorry, sorry! I was running a little late." Hikari apologized. She pulled herself up and reached her hand out to help the boy. "You good?" She asked.

Shinsou grabbed her hand and she pulled him up. "We got to stop running into each other like this." He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn… I might just have a concussion."

"Oh don't be dramatic." Hikari walked past him to pick up where her shoes had landed. She leaned against the wall for support as she put on her indoor shoes. Her eyes glanced over to look at Shinsou's attire. "You're going to P.E?" she asked.

"Yep. Pray for me so I don't die out in the field." Shinsou lacked physical strength, that was a known fact to the both of them. He wanted to improve what he lacks, so planned to focus on PE lessons from now on. "I swear… I could hear the screams of agony yesterday from Class B."

Hikari sighed as she recalled the hellish test she went through with Aizawa. If PE was like that as well for all students, she wished them all luck. "I wish you the best of luck." She sympathized.

Shinsou waved his hand, "You should hurry up. You're already late." He said as he made his way down the stairs.

"Don't remind me!" Hikari huffed as she ran up the stairs to the 3rd floor. "See ya later!"

Hikari looked over the classrooms' signs, trying to find hers.

"1-A. 1-A. 1-A—oh." The brunette stopped chanting when she found the classroom she had been looking for. She took a few steps back to admire the large door with a huge 1-A painted on the door. "That's a big door…" she mumbled as she tilted her chin up to look all the way up.

She could already hear the noises coming inside the classroom. They were loud—really loud. From the glass on the A of the door, she could already see Aizawa up front and she inwardly winced. His face looked as if he wanted to put a student into lifetime detention. She inhaled deeply and gathered all the courage to face her teacher's morning rage.

Knock knock

Hikari slid the door open and immediately bowed her head. "Sorry I'm late."

"You're late." Aizawa repeated in a stern voice. The brunette could only apologize again, a sheepish grin on her face as she rubbed the back of her neck. The class quieted down at the sight of the new student and the pro hero was glad he could at least get a few minutes of peace and quiet. "Get inside and introduce yourself." He motioned his hand for the girl to hurry it up.

Hikari walked inside the classroom, closing the door behind her.

"I'm Leonhart Hikari, but you can call me Hikari. Nice to meet all of you."

Midoriya's jaw dropped when he recognized the familiar girl. She was the same person he bumped into a few weeks ago. He couldn't forget her face since he was the one who broke her phone. He felt so guilty about it, despite her forgiveness. The two of them made eye contact when she looked around the room. She smiled at him and he could only look down, shrinking in his seat as he found his empty desk more interesting.

"Plain." A voice coughed, breaking the silence.

The brunette raised an eyebrow at the kid with purple balls for hair. "Uh… I'll take that as a compliment?" she said, rather unsure.

Aizawa sighed. "As you all heard and know, she's the new transfer student. I expect you to give her a decent welcome as a UA student." There was a chorus of yes' around the room and a loud greeting coming from the boy with glasses. "Go and take your seat at the back so we can presume homeroom."

Hikari made her way to the seat at the back. She sat down on the comfy swivel chair and placed her backpack under her desk. The only desk in the back row was hers. She felt a little left out since there wasn't any desk beside her—but then again, she did enter the school later than anyone.

"Now, sorry for the late notice, but today—," Aizawa began and there was a sudden change in atmosphere around the classroom. The brunette looked around, a confused look across her face. Since she was sitting at the corner of the room, she had a clear view of everyone's back and noted how they all seem to be tense. "—I'll have you decide on a class representative." He finished.

'Class rep?' Hikari blinked and a small tired smile came across her lips at the memory. She had been chosen as a class rep in the first year of middle school because she lost in a game of rock—paper—scissor. She propped her head up in her hands as she sighed. 'No thanks—'

Though, her classmates seemed to think otherwise.

"I want to be class rep! Pick me!"

"Me too!"

"I want to do it too."

"It's a job made for me—"

"I'll be the leader!"

The brunette could only stare as her classmates began to raise their hand up one by one. Never she had seen anyone be this excited to be a class rep in her days as a student. She doesn't mean to judge from first appearances, but neither of her classmates seemed to be class rep material—her included and especially the purple-haired boy sitting two desks in front of her.

"Silence please!" The class immediately quieted down when one voice stood out from the rest. Hikari glanced over to the first line of desks, staring at the bespectacled boy. "It's a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It's not a job for just anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one!" He suggested.

A girl with dark green hair turned in her seat. "We haven't known each other for that long, so how can we trust each other?" she asked, placing a finger on her chin.

The red-haired boy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "If that's the case, then everyone would vote for themselves."

The bespectacled boy stood up in his seat. "Don't you think that is precisely the case? Whoever receives multiple votes here can truly be considered the most suitable person." he explained and Hikari completely agreed with his words. "What do you think, Mr. Aizawa?" He turned to look at the teacher, asking for permission.

Aizawa zipped his yellow sleeping bag up, "I don't care. As long as you decide before homeroom is over." He agreed before crawling over like a caterpillar to the corner of the room, dropping there to take a nap.

'UA sure is different…' Hikari deadpanned as she stared at her teacher's behavior.

"I apologize for this, Leonhart… It seems quite unfair for you..." the girl sitting in front of her said, turning her seat around.

Hikari grinned at her. "Nah, it's okay. Is it alright if I vote as well?" She asked the girl. She was around a week or so behind. She didn't know anyone from this school, aside from Shinsou and Midoriya if he counts that is.

"Why of course! You're a student of class 1-A! It doesn't matter if you've only been here for a few minutes." The girl kindly smiled.

The brunette took her pencil case and a piece of paper. "Um… what's your name again?"

"Oh, pardon my rudeness." The black-haired girl apologized. She turned in her seat, facing the brunette with a kind smile across her lips. "I'm Yaoyorozu Momo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Leonhart."

"The pleasure's all mine." Hikari nodded her head in greeting. She turned to the boy with the two-toned hair. "And you're?"

The boy glanced over to her—not even bothering to turn in his chair. "Todoroki Shouto." He said curtly before turning his attention back to the board.

The conversation ended just like that between Hikari and Todoroki. She decided to just ignore the cold shoulder. She wrote the girl's name and folded the piece of paper, before passing it to her front.

"So—how are the classes so far?" Hikari decided to just ignore Todoroki and have a conversation with Yaoyorozu instead. She had dealt with many standoff-ish people before and the best way to be friends with them is to leave them be until the time is right. She kept chatting with Yaororozu—sometimes, the boy with a bird's head joined in the conversation.

"Looks like I missed a lot, huh?" she sighed as she leaned back against the chair.

"Indeed, but I'm sure you'll catch up soon. I never heard of UA accepting a late entry." The bird boy—Tokoyami said as he crossed his arms.

Yaoyorozu smiled. "True. You must be very exceptional, Leonhart."

A nervous laugh escaped the brunette's lips. "Not really…" compared to a normal student—as normal as the ones in the City of Heroes—Hikari was a bit different. Her skills were above average since she had trained from when she was thirteen as a keyblade wielder. Now, a keyblade master and seventeen turning eighteen in just a few months, her skills matched both Sora and Riku. Though five years doesn't seem much, she has learned a lot and continues to grow to be a stronger master.

After a few minutes of counting the votes, Aizawa had finally finished writing on the board.

"I—I got three votes?!" Midoriya exclaimed, completely surprised by the results.

The ash-blond slammed his hands on the table. "Why Deku?! Who voted for him?!" he shouted in disapproval.

The boy sitting beside him sighed. "Well, it's better than voting for you." He retorted, earning a glare from the blond.

Both Midoriya and Yaoyorozu had been called to stand in front of the class.

"Then, the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep will be Yaoyorozu."

Poor Midoriya, the boy seemed as if he was about to faint any second.

"There's still a few minutes left till lunch. Go do whatever you want, as long as you're quiet." Aizawa dismissed the class before he went back inside his yellow cocoon.

Hikari sighed in relief.

The first four periods were tiring for her. History with pro hero Midnight. Math with Ectoplasm. English with Present Mic. After that it was back to Aizawa teaching hero tactics. It has been awhile since she learned something in a class and it didn't help when she felt sleepy during Aizawa's boring lecture.

Right after Aizawa gave them free time, the girls crowded around Hikari's seat.

"So, where are you from, Leonhart?" the invincible girl—who introduced herself as Hagakure—asked. "Your name sounds so foreign!"

Hikari laughed. "I'm half actually. Pop's from America and Ma's Japanese. I was raised in Okinawa though." She explained—though all of them were lies. She was pretty sure Leon wasn't born in America or Aerith in Japan. They were both from Radiant Garden and she doubts the City of Heroes has a town named RG. "I'm a proud islander!" she exclaimed, her arms crossed proudly against her chest.

"Okinawa? That's wonderful! My family owns a villa—the beaches there are really beautiful." Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together, a bright smile on her face.

"Hey, hey, Leonhart, did you know? The girls' skirts have to be 15 cm above—ack!" Before Mineta could ever utter another perverted word, Asui's tongue slapped the boy's head with a loud smack.

"Ignore him, Hikari." Asui croaked. She insisted on Hikari calling her by her first name and she agreed. In return, the green-haired girl has to call her by her first name as well. "Can I ask what your quirk is?" she asked, placing a finger on the corner of her lips.

At the mention of her quirk, the whole class seemed to turn their attention to her.

"Sure! My quirk's called Dream. It's something that allows me to make Spirits—the embodiments of dreams." the brunette explained. She memorized the script again from a week ago—in case everyone ever asked her again. She glanced over to look at Aizawa who was still asleep. Can't hurt to give an example, right? "It kinda works like this." She raised her hand and there was a glow.

Squeak squeak

"Hey, that's pretty cool!" Kaminari said as his eyes gleamed when he saw the animal.

Midoriya stared at the creature with wide eyes. "That's so cool! How does your quirk work?" he asked, a notebook and pen ready in hand.

"How cute!" Ashido along with the other girls squealed at the sight of the cute cat-dog creature.

'Ah, Meow Wow… always capturing the ladies' hearts.' Hikari thought, staring proudly at the Spirit. She turned to look at Midoriya to answer his question.

"As for how my quirk works… I can borrow their powers—" She let out a grunt when Meow Wow suddenly jumped at her. She petted the Spirit's head, rubbing her palm against his head. Meow Wow chirped happily before jumping down from her lap to roll on the floor. "He likes meeting new people and getting pats. He doesn't bite, he's just excited." She reassured them when she saw her classmates seem like they wanted to pet him.

Uraraka kneeled down to pet the creature. "He's too cute!"

"What's his name?" Jirou asked, staring at the cat-dog as Uraraka and Hagakure pampered it with pats and belly rubs.

"Meow Wow."

"That's not very creative at all…"

Midoriya scribbled down the tiny info while also sketching Meow Wow. "Do you have another one? Or is um–Meow Wow the only one?"

"Actually, I have more–" Hikari smiled.

Before Hikari could summon the whole zoo, Aizawa stopped her.

"Oi, Leonhart." The people surrounding Hikari's desk froze when they heard Aizawa's voice from the front. The yellow sleeping bag was zipped up to his neck and the only thing they could see was his face. He peeked his head out from the podium, staring intensely at the brunette who sat calmly on her chair. "Don't use your Quirk in class. Get rid of it before I give you detention." He scolded sternly.

Hikari gave a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay…" she raised her hands up in defeat and summoned the Spirit away.

There was a chorus of disappointment.

After that was a bell—signaling the end of the fourth period.

"Class dismissed…" Aizawa drawled out lazily. "Not you, Leonhart."

Said Leonhart gave a loud groan as she slumped in her seat. She pushed herself up from her comfy chair and made her way to the front, waving her hand to her classmates who exited the classroom to go to lunch.

The pro hero suddenly dumped all of the papers in Hikari's arms—who seemed to just take it confusedly. He tucked his sleeping bag under his arm and walked out the classroom. The brunette took that as a sign for her to follow him with the papers he just gave. If he wanted her to help, then he should've just asked. She thought that he would've given her some sort of extra lecture or something.

"Just because you sit at the back, doesn't mean that I didn't notice you using your phone, Leonhart." Aizawa spoke out of the blue, surprising the girl.

'Ah, spoke too soon…'

"Er—you caught me red handed." Hikari couldn't deny the fact. She kept checking her phone every now and then from under the table. Because no one was sitting beside her, no one reported her bad behavior to the teacher. She wasn't playing games on her phone. She was checking for any emergency calls from the committee. There have been a few times the committee called her for an emergency involving the Heartless and neither of those Heartless were pretty. "I was just wondering when Ma's gonna call—she promised to call me this morning, but she hasn't. I haven't talked to her since I moved here." she lied, giving a short laugh to cover her nervousness.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. He was sure that she moved to Musutafu with her parents. "You're living alone?"

"They're busy at the moment. Out of town to finish business." Hikari lied again.

The two of them arrived in front of the teachers' office. "I'll handle it from here." He took the papers from the girl's arms. With his free hand, he held it out to the girl, motioning his hand for her to give him her phone. Hikari pulled her phone out from her pocket, locking it first by pressing the button on the right side. "You can have this back after school. I'd be sure to inform you if your mother calls. Don't think of it as a special treatment. The next time I see you using your phone during class, I'll confiscate this till the end of the year and it's straight to detention, Leonhart."

The door to the teachers' office slammed shut right in front of the brunette's face.

A loud sigh of relief escaped the keyblade wielder's lips. It was a good thing Ienzo designed the phone so it can only be opened by her—if she locked it first that is. The data inside her phone was designed to be connected to the main server Ienzo created. Since she tends to break her phone beyond repair—all data was immediately backed up to the main server when she entered it in her phone.

She can't have her own teacher snooping her phone. It was filled with things he shouldn't know.

Though, if they do want to break into her phone—they would have to go through the top-notch firewalls specially designed by Tron himself. It's impossible for anyone to bypass the system.

Hikari glanced left and right, trying to find either her classmates or the purple-haired troll. It was a shame the pro hero—Lunch Rush didn't have beef stew and mashed potatoes. No matter how much she missed Aerith's and her own mother's cooking, she opted to have the homemade special curry instead. Her eyes spotted someone with lilac hair sitting alone at the last row of tables.

"Hey! Shinsou!" She called with a grin on her face.

Said boy turned his head to the source and raised his hand at her.

Hikari walked towards the boy's table. "Hey, how's PE?" She asked as she placed the tray of food in front of her.

"My legs are killing me." Shinsou admits with a sigh.

"Think of it this way," Hikari began. She left him hanging for a few seconds for suspense. "That's one step closer to having strong legs." She grinned at him.

Shinsou gave her a deadpan look.

"Don't worry. The more you train, the less sore muscles you'll get." The brunette assured, taking a spoonful of curry from her plate.

Shinsou hummed. "You sound as if you speak from experience."

"I used to have a trainer. He told me to do 50 laps, 50 push ups, 50 pull ups and 50 sit ups. All when we first met." Hikari answered with a bright smile. It was all a good memory. At that time, it might seem like a pain and torture. Looking back at it now, Phil knows his stuff. "Good times…" she sighed.

The purple haired boy lowered his chopsticks, staring at the girl as if she grew two heads. "What a monster… Did it work though?" He asked curiously.

The brunette raised her chin up, sticking her nose high. She raised her arm, flexing. "Do you see these big guns—" before she could even finish her sentence, a bell rang loudly. The two of them looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm pretty sure we still have 20 minutes until class starts…" she said.

"Security level 3 has been breached. All students, please evacuate."

Students began to leave their seats with panic, leaving their unfinished meals behind.

Hikari just sat there.

"Are you an idiot? They told us to evacuate." Shinsou hissed as he stood up from his seat and quickly, but calmly went around the table to Hikari's side—who was probably the only student sitting at this time. "Why are you always so calm in situations like this?" He gave an exasperated sigh.

"It's better to stay put and think of the situation first." Hikari answered. She was still learning herself, but she tries to always have a calm and level-headed behavior during an emergency. From her experience, running around like a headless chicken proved to solve nothing. It just depends on the situation. If the world was suddenly swallowed by Darkness and another Xehanort appeared out of nowhere–only then she would probably panic too. "Besides, being calm beats being squashed like sardines." she said as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder.

Shinsou looked over to the growing crowd and then back to the brunette. "...Fair point." he said, but still pulled his friend along to evacuate. Though it is a hero school, he didn't want to take his chances with villain attacks this early again.

It didn't even take a minute and everything was already in chaos as everyone tried to leave through the double doors all at once.

Both Hikari and Shinsou were at the back as they watched students push and shove each other. The brunette's eyes widened when someone shoved a girl out of the way, making her fall down. She quickly went over to help the girl up.

"Hey, calm down! We're in a hero school! There's a lot of heroes here, so there's nothing to be worried about!" she shouted, trying to calm the panic.

All her words went to deaf ears.

"It's no use." Shinsou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. It was impossible for them to get through now. "Might as well accept faith and die from a villain attack." he said rather sarcastically.

"C'mon, don't be such a downer." Hikari scolded him. She turned her attention to the girl and helped her up. "You okay though?"

The orange-haired girl smiled. "Yeah, thanks for asking."

"Everyone!"

Hikari turned her head to the exit. "Iida? What's he doing?" The guy was stuck on the wall above the exit sign in a strange pose.

"Everything's fine!" Iida yelled so boldly, making everyone stop and turn their attention to him. "It's just the press! There's nothing to panic about. We're fine! This is UA!"

"The press? Figures…" Shinsou clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Hikari doubts that some ordinary press could bypass UA's barrier gates, but she kept quiet—not wanting to cause any more panic.

"Go ahead, class president."

"W—We'd like to choose the other student council members! But—before that…" Midoriya fumbled with his words, trying to form the correct sentence. It was hard since all eyes were on him now. After the whole panic incident in the cafeteria, the teachers came and assured everyone that they're no villains inside the school. They were all told to go back into their class to continue their lessons. "I believe that Iida is better suited to be class president." He raised his chin up, smiling at the boy sitting at the back.

Yaoyorozu raised an eyebrow, staring at Midoriya with a confused look. "Class president?"

The green-haired boy smiled. "You all saw how well he led everyone in that crisis. I think… he's the correct one for the job." he explained, waiting for Iida's confirmation.

"Yeah! Iida really showed his stuff back in the cafeteria!" Kirishima cheered, completely agreeing with the idea of Iida being class rep instead of Midoriya.

Kaminari nodded his head in agreement, "He was like a beacon pointing to the emergency exit!" he joked.

Iida gave Midoriya a nod as he stood up from his seat. "I will accept the job!"

"You can do it, Mr. Exit Sign!"

"Exit-Sign Iida!"

"Do your best, class rep!"

Hikari grinned, propping her chin up on the table. Her classmates in Destiny Islands weren't always this excited or lively. The only loud ones in her school were probably herself and Tidus—with sometimes Sora joining over the loud duo.

The lessons went by smoothly after that.

"Leonhart." The bell had rung, ending the last lesson of the day. Hikari just finished putting all of her things inside her back when Aizawa called her to the front again. She made her way towards the front, passing by the line of students who were still getting ready to leave. "Don't do it again." the man said as he handed the phone back to her.

Hikari gave a two-finger salute. "Aye, aye, captain."

The pro hero's eye twitched at Hikari's aloofness to a teacher. "It's 'yes, sir.'"

"Aye, aye, yes sir!"

Aizawa was beginning to doubt the 'good student behavior' in her middle school report card.

The brunette had bid her homeroom teacher goodbye.

"Uh—um, w—wait!" Midoriya gulped, twiddling his fingers nervously. He excused himself first from Iida and Uraraka, saying that he has to catch up with the new student before she leaves. He spotted her right at the bottom of the stairs and he quickly gained her attention when she saw him following her. "L—Leonhart?"

The brunette turned her attention to the freckled boy standing behind her. "Midoriya Izuku, right? Or was it Midoriya Deku?" she hummed to herself, trying to remember the boy's name. She was sure Aizawa wrote it the former while that temperamental ash-blond called him the latter. "Anyway, what's up? Do you need something?" she asked.

"It's Midoriya Izuku actually…" Midoriya suddenly gave a ninety-degree bow. "I—I want to apologize about your phone." He fidgeted with the hem of his blazer, his eyes casted down to hide his embarrassment.

"This again? I thought I told you that it's okay." Hikari sighed as she reached inside her pocket, pulling out her phone. She showed it to the boy, trying to ease his worries. "See? It's all fixed up! There's nothing for you to be apologizing about."

"Oh… then—then are you okay after that villain attack?" Midoriya asked, looking at her in concern and worry as the two moved aside to let the other students walk. They stood by the side, watching as students filled the hallways. "I noticed that you were with the purple haired boy at lunch and I thought the both of you looked similar from that Toxic Haze news—I'm sorry if I sound so rude!" he quickly added an apology.

'He's got a sharp mind.' Hikari noted. Neither of her classmates seemed to notice it—or they just chose to ignore her. "It's fine. I'm doing better than ever actually. If I'm not okay, then I wouldn't even be here, right?" she asked him with a lopsided grin.

Midoriya gave a slow nod.

"Midoriya!"

"Deku! We've finally caught up!"

Both Uraraka and Iida met Midoriya and Hikari by the stairs as they made their way down. The cheerful brunette jumped over the last two steps and greeted both Midoriya and the new student. She glanced over to the two of them before a bright smile appeared across her face.

"You two seemed to know each other very well!" Uraraka chirped.

"Not exactly. We bumped into each other weeks ago." Hikari explained and Izuku began to explain how they bump into each other—quite literally. The group of friends walked together to the shoe lockers. "I never would've thought to see him again in UA. Small world, huh?" she joked.

Uraraka giggled behind her hand. "You can say that again!"

"Eh? You're not wearing your hero costume too, Hikari?" Uraraka tilted her head when she saw Hikari sitting on one of the benches.

Turns out both Hikari and Uraraka used the same subway—though, Hikari lives further away than Uraraka. The keyblade wielder's station was four stops away from where Uraraka lives. Hikari insisted on Uraraka calling her by her first name—instead of Leon's surname. She was still not used to being called Leonhart. Sometimes, she doesn't respond when her teachers and classmates call her that.

Hikari turned her attention to the two approaching her. "The support company isn't finished with my costume yet." She looked down to her P.E uniform. She doubts that it will be done anytime soon. For the time being, she would just use her tracksuit. "Besides, the tracksuit is actually comfy! And plus, we matched!" She pointed her finger to the boy standing beside Uraraka.

It was her second day at UA and they already began rescue training.

To say that she wasn't excited was an understatement. She heard of the amazing facility UA has to offer—that includes a large training facility that could be the same size as the small island in Destiny Islands, bigger maybe. The whole school ground was already huge as a start and Aizawa told them it will take one bus ride to reach the dome. It almost feels like UA was a small town of its own.

"A—Ah, yes!" Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Hikari pointed to her belt. "But I did bring my utility belt. Look! I even have an extendable staff my ma gave me!" She proudly showed Midoriya and Uraraka the extendable staff Aerith gave her. Her weapon of choice might be a keyblade, but she did learn to use a few other weapons as well. After all, the keyblade wasn't the first weapon she had.

"Whoa! That looks so cool!" Midoriya's eyes seem to gleam at the sight of the weapon. He has seen some from tv shows, but never he has seen it from up close and personal. "Can I see it?" he asked.

"Sure! Just be careful when pushing this button. It extends super quick." Hikari gave the small metal rod to the green-haired boy. She grinned when both of her classmates seemed to be so fascinated by the device. She helped them extend the staff and they both gasped.

"W…Whoa!" the two exclaimed, each having a turn to hold onto the staff. Uraraka gave the staff back to Hikari, who retracted the staff with ease. "Maybe I should add a staff to my costume too!"

"That's a good idea." Hikari nodded her head, agreeing with the girl. "It'll be good to have something other than your quirk to defend yourself with."

Midoriya placed a hand on his chin as he began to ponder the advice Hikari gave them.

There was a whistle.

"Everyone, please line up according to your ID numbers and board the bus in an orderly fashion!" Iida stood in front of the bus's door, blowing into his whistle.

"He sure is excited." Hikari pushed herself off from the bench and followed both Midoriya and Uraraka into the bus.

The keyblade wielder chose to sit at the back where she can chat with both Uraraka and Yaoyorozu. She folded her arms on top of their seats and continued to listen to everyone's conversation.

"I say whatever comes to mind," the frog-girl, Asui said, making the brunette turn to look at her. "Midoriya."

"Y—Yes, Asui?" Said boy responded.

"Call me Tsuyu." Asui insisted and Izuku could only stutter out a quiet yes. "Your quirk is like All Might's."

Hikari had never seen Midoriya's quirk before. She had never seen any of her classmates' quirks before. The only ones she knew were her homeroom teacher and Uraraka. All of her classmates knew of her 'quirk' because of her demonstration yesterday—though it was only part of it.

"Wait a sec, Tsuyu. All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. Their quirk just kind of looked the same." The red-haired boy said, pointing out the difference between both quirks. He leaned back against his seat, a smile on his lips. "But it's nice to have a simple strength-enhancing quirk. You can do a lot of flashy stuff! My hardening's strong against others, but unfortunately it doesn't look like much…" he raised his arms and his skin suddenly hardened—similar to something of a rock.

Hikari blinked. "That's actually pretty cool." She commented, taking note of her classmate's ability.

Kirishima turned to face her. "You think so?"

"Yeah!" The brunette gave him a thumbs up, a big grin on her face.

Midoriya completely agreed. "I also think it's really cool! It's a quirk that can definitely pass as a pro's!"

"A pro's, huh? But you have to think about popularity too, you know…" Kirishima trailed off.

"My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength." the blond boy named Aoyama said from across Kirishima.

Ashido placed her hand on the boy's shoulder. "But it's not great that it gives you a stomachache." She bluntly pointed out.

'So, quirks do have drawbacks…' Hikari thought to herself.

"Well if you're talking about strong and cool—that'd be Todoroki and Bakugou." Kirishima turned his head to the ash-blond sitting next to Jirou. The boy seemed to notice the attention he was receiving, but decided to ignore it. The bi-colored hair boy on the other hand just continues to sleep.

"Bakugou's always mad, so he doesn't seem like he'll be popular." Asui croaked.

"What was that?! You wanna fight?"

"See?"

"Pffft." Hikari stifled a laugh behind her hand.

Bakugou turned his head to look at her sharply. "What are you laughing at?" he growled, veins popping left and right. "Compared to me, you're nothing but an extra!"

"Ka—Kacchan!" Midoriya gulped. It must've been quite surprising for the new student to be bullied on her second day of school. "He—He didn't mean it, Leonhart!" He quickly apologized instead of his friend.

"HAH? I mean every word of it! And don't fucking apologize for me, shitty Deku!" Bakugou growled, glaring down at the poor boy who just shrunk in his seat.

"He's right, Midoriya. Bakugou's a big boy. He should be able to apologize by himself." Hikari pointed her finger at him, giving a taunting smile.

Bakugou glared. "Hah? You picking a fight with me, Extra?"

"H—Hey, Bakugou—" Kirishima tried to at least break the two apart.

"You wanna fight? Bring it then!" Everyone turned their heads sharply at Hikari's direction. They didn't expect the new student would be so bold.

"You'll regret saying that, you damn extra!" Bakugou exploded, sparks emitting from his palm.

Kaminari seemed to agree with the brunette, "See? We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage. Even the new girl seems to think so too and she hasn't even known you for a day."

If it wasn't for Jirou sitting beside him, Bakugou would've jumped at the blond and the brunette. "What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill both of you!"

Yaoyorozu sighed, staring at the bickering trio with a disapproving look. "What a vulgar conversation."

Uraraka smiled. "But I like stuff like this too."

Aizawa who was at the front seemed to have enough of his loud pupils. "We're here. Stop messing around." his eyes seemed to flash bright red for a brief moment, giving a warning to the trio at the back.

Hikari instantly backed down, giving one last glare to the ash-blond when their eyes met. "We'll see each other in training." She whispered, leaning a bit to the side.

"Can't wait for it." a murderous grin was seen across the ash-blond's face.

Midoriya gulped. "But this is rescue training…"

"Everyone, I've been waiting for you."

Midoriya thought that it would be best to separate both Hikari and Bakugou for a while. He stood right beside the brunette, separating her from the equally short-tempered teen. His worry was suddenly wiped away when a pro hero in a space suit came to greet them.

"It's the space hero, Thirteen! The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!" Midoriya fanboyed, covering his mouth at the sight of one of the famous pro heroes.

Uraraka smiled. "I love Thirteen!" she said excitedly.

Thirteen nodded at them. "Let's go inside without delay."

"We look forward to working with you!" the class chorus, bowing their heads in respect.

Hikari's eyes met with Bakugou's—to which the boy replied with a murderous glare. The two walked at the back of the class, Aizawa watching them from behind.

"What's with that look, you extra?" Bakugou clicked his tongue as he walked beside the brunette.

Hikari smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's my face, porcupine." A visible vein popped on her forehead.

"You wanna go, Newbie?"

"Bring it, Toilet Brush."

Suddenly Aizawa's scarf wrapped itself around Bakugou's and Hikari's forehead, separating them both. "Save it for later, brats." He retracted his scarf back when both teens were a few feet away. "Hurry up and get inside."

Both of them glared at each other for one last time before making their way inside the dome to join with their classmates.

The dome was bigger on the inside, filled with five different locations. It almost looked like a theme park in the brunette's eyes.

"There's the flood zone, the landslide zone, conflagration zone, et cetera— it is a training ground that I made with different types of accidents and disasters. It's called the Unforeseen Simulation Joint or USJ for short!" Despite the full spacesuit hiding her expression, excitement seems to radiate from Thirteen.

Hikari whistled. "Wow~"

Aizawa walked towards Thirteen, exchanging a few words that neither the students could hear.

"The height of irrationality…" Aizawa suddenly said, confusing the students. "So be it. Let's get started." He announced.

"Before we do, I have one or two points… or three… four… five… six…" Thirteen trailed off. She cleared her throat and continued. She pointed a finger up. "As I'm sure many of you are aware, my quirk is called Black Hole. It can suck in and tear apart anything."

Midoriya smiled. "And you've used it to save people in all sorts of disasters!"

"Indeed." Thirteen confirmed, nodding her head. "However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities. In our super-powered society, the use of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that the system is a stable one. But we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die."

'Hmm…' Hikari kept listening to Thirteen's speech. She placed her hand on her chin, trying to memorize Thirteen's words.

"During Aizawa's physical fitness test, you came to learn of your own hidden potential." Thirteen continued. "Through All Might's battle training, you experienced the danger that your respective quirks can pose to others."

"This class will show you a new perspective! You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives! Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people. That is all! Thank you for listening!"

Everyone clapped their hands at the end of Thirteen's speech.

'What a cool heroine!' Hikari couldn't help but feel moved by Thirteen's words. Her speech was somewhat similar to the ones her Masters always gave her. The keyblade was created to protect, not to inflict harm on others or cause chaos. It was a lesson Mickey gave her from the moment she began training under him.

"Alright then, let's start—" Aizawa stopped when the lights began to flicker on and off.

'This… isn't a good sign…' Hikari stood on guard. It was never a good sign when the lights began to switch on and off. Her eyes glanced around, trying to find something out of the ordinary other than the flickering lights. Her eyes caught something in the distance—right at the center of USJ. A dark portal appeared and it reminded her so much of the Dark Corridors. Her body tensed a little when someone came out—followed by another and another, until it was a whole army of villains. 'No way!'

Kirishima squinted his eyes to get a better look. "What's that? More battle robots like the entrance exam?"

"Don't move!" Aizawa shouted, stopping his students from taking another move. "Thirteen, protect the students!"

"Mr. Aizawa?"

"Those are villains!" Aizawa said, straight to the point.

Hikari narrowed her eyes, of all the time the villains had to show up, it has to be now. She wanted to summon her keyblade and help protect everyone, but it would bring so many questions. She couldn't afford to let her cover be blown just yet. So far, she found no news about a keyblade wielder in the City of Heroes for the span of decades. She checked the older news as well and there was not a single mention. It was safe to say that she can use it, but on the other hand in one of the reports Ienzo found—Xehanort mentioned that wielders were not welcomed in the City of Heroes. The report was cut there and the next page was missing.

They concluded that the keyblade is some sort of a villain secret or an underground secret.

"Thirteen and Eraserhead, is it? According to the staff schedule I received the other day, All Might is supposed to be here." The portal spoke as a face began to form from the black smoke.

Aizawa clicked his tongue, his scarf floating around him when he placed his yellow goggles on. "Of course, that whole incident was this scum's doing."

The blue-haired man with disembodied hands threw his head back with an exasperated sigh. "Where is he…? We've come all this way… and brought so many playmates… All Might… the Symbol of Peace… is he here?"

Hikari could feel Hagakure inching closer to her and she stood in front of her, holding her arm out protectively to shield the invincible girl.

The man turned to look at the group of kids, his eyes gleaming red with insanity.

"I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here?"