2169, Ten Years Ago

Four year old Izuku beamed as he tucked into the ice cream cone in his hand, his other holding tight to his dad's much larger hand.

"Thanks, dad!"

Hisashi Midoriya smiled back at his young son, before ruffling his curly hair. "You're very welcome."

"Dad!" Izuku made his best attempt at looking indignant.

Hisashi laughed, prompting him to do it again.

Izuku pouted. "H-How would you like it if I did it to you?"

Continuing to laugh as he reached up, Hisashi ran a hand through his curly black hair, identical to his son's, except for the colour.

"Hifumi Shigaraki."

Hisashi froze.

"Jiro Takahashi. Koji Ito. Ryuji Tachibana. Kenji Akatani."

Gripping his son's hand tightly, Hisashi turned around.

A tall, unnaturally white haired man stood behind them, dressed in an expensive grey suit.

With the man were three thugs, one had a shark's head, one had spikes down his arms and the last was unremarkable apart from solid purple eyes.

"You're a hard man to track down, Shigaraki."

The white haired man spoke with an American accent.

"Hartley, you're alive." Hisashi moved Izuku behind himself.

"Despite your best efforts."

The thugs behind Hartley did their best to look intimidating.

Hartley rolled his neck. "It's been a few years hasn't it? Twenty? Thirty? Finally decided to settle down again? Play the family man once more?"

"D-Dad." Ice cream ran down Izuku's arm, now forgotten.

"It's going to be okay, Izuku." Hisashi squeezed his son's hand, trying to reassure him.

Hartley sighed. "Don't worry Shigaraki, we have no interest in the boy, he's quirkless, isn't he? Just like your brother was, before you killed him."

Hisashi stilled.

"Hit a nerve have I?" Hartley glared at Hisashi, hatred burning in his eyes. "Father."

Hisashi didn't reply.

The purple-eyed man blinked, a haze passed over them, transporting them to an abandoned industrial area, the warehouse behind them long since demolished.

Stepping forward, smoke slipped from between Hisashi's lips. "Fine. You want to kill me, go on try it."

Flicking his wrist, Hisashi created a blue forcefield, made of interconnecting hexagons, around Izuku.

Shark-head charged at Hisashi, getting a face full of flames in reply.

"Oi, Deku!"

Izuku started, peeling his face from the book he'd fallen asleep on.

"Fucking nerd."

Looking up, Izuku frowned at the sight of Bakugo, the teen holding a balled up cloth in his hand.

"W-What is it, Bakugo?" Izuku stifled a yawn.

Bakugo blinked, the sound of his name coming out of Izuku's mouth seemed so unnatural to him.

"Here's your fucking dumbass costume back."

Bakugo slammed the cloth down on Izuku's desk, allowing him to see it was his costume, fully repaired.

"K-Kacchan."

"Tch, whatever, nerd." Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Moron at Support said you need a new one, this repair is just cosmetic. And don't fucking cry about it!"

Izuku brushed the tears away. "T-Thank you."

"Shut up."

Bakugo stomped to his desk, in front of Izuku, and sat down, his arms crossed.

Looking around, Izuku realised everyone else had arrived, chatting among themselves before homeroom started.

Rubbing his face, Izuku thought back to the dream.

That dream.

The same one he'd had last night, that had woken him up a two in the morning.

He hadn't gotten back to sleep after that.

Two nights of little to no sleep and yesterday's battle trial had taken their toll on Izuku. It was almost definitely the reason why he'd fallen asleep before homeroom.

At least he'd gotten to U.A. early enough to avoid the rabid crowd of reporters swarming anyone who went to enter the school with questions about All Might.

"You look tired."

Yaoyorozu sat in Sero's seat, to the right of Izuku. Class 1-A's resident tape dispenser was currently sitting on Kirishima's desk.

"T-Thanks." Izuku was unsure how to respond to that.

Yaoyorozu chuckled. "I don't think that was a compliment."

"Right, I'm just tired."

"Let's hope we don't have another training exercise today, then." Yaoyorozu smiled at Izuku.

Her confidence was infectious.

Izuku matched her smile, nodding his head. "Yeah."

The classroom door opened and Aizawa entered.

Everyone rushed to get back to their seats.

Aizawa sighed. "Five seconds, still too long."

As homeroom started Izuku pulled out his latest hero notebook, number 15, reserved for his classmates and himself. Opening it up, Izuku began writing in it, all the while his left hand was using a grip trainer under the desk.

Just to distract himself from that dream.

From the fact that his father was probably dead.

Sketching Aoyama in his hero outfit, Izuku wrote a description of the blond boy's quirk, as well as its potential uses and disadvantages.

Leaving space to add more detail later, Izuku turned the page and began on Ashido.

All the while, Izuku continued to bat away his own thoughts.

He wouldn't think about it.

All Might had to be wrong.

"Woah, is that Ashido?"

Sero leaned over to look at Izuku's notebook.

"Wha-" Izuku covered the page with his hands.

Sero pulled the notebook out, reading Ashido's page. "So cool, can you do me?"

Izuku was like a deer in the headlights, unsure what to say.

"Midoriya."

Izuku jumped at the sound of Aizawa's voice, his head whipping around to look at his homeroom teacher.

"You injured your arms again."

Izuku was relieved, Aizawa was talking about the battle trial, he didn't seem to have noticed that he hadn't been paying attention.

"Also, you should be paying more attention."

Shit.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, he knew it was a bad habit he knew he'd have to break at some point, but right now wasn't really the time.

"At least I didn't break my arms this time."

Aizawa gave Izuku a piercing look. "Your muscles, to quote Recovery Girl, were mush ."

Murmurs spread through the class, making Izuku feel even more nervous than he already did.

"However, good work with furthering that telekinesis quirk of yours."

Izuku shuffled anxiously in his chair. "I-It's actually a different quirk."

That got the attention of the class, as well as Aizawa.

"I kind of fused my telekinesis quirk and Uraraka's quirk."

Aizawa managed to hide his surprise almost immediately, returning to his normal, passive expression.

The rest of class again burst into a whispered frenzy, while Bakugo grunted, just about managing to restrain his temper.

"Sure, good work anyway." Aizawa nodded his head, eyes on Izuku. "Keep this up, and there's hope for you as a hero yet."

Izuku beamed, tears welling at the praise he so rarely received.

"Now, moving onto the next matter." Aizawa stared intently at the class. "Sorry about the late notice, but today you have to do something very important."

The whole class was tense, worried that Aizawa would spring another test on them like he had on the first day.

"You have to select Class Representatives."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, before bursting into yelling and shouting.

"This job is made for me, I'm the parfait representative, ici !"

"I want to be class rep, it's super manly!"

Kaminari and Sato announced their interest as well, raising their hands.

Mineta began to yell a perverted comment about what he'd do as class representative.

"I'll be the leader!" Mina interrupted Mineta, drowning him out.

Izuku looked around at his classmates. In normal school being the class representative was a lot of work for pretty much nothing.

But at U.A. it was a symbol that you had the potential to be the leader of the next generation of heroes.

Even Bakugo was yelling his desire for the role.

Izuku steeled himself and raised his hand, as the noise only increased in volume.

"Silence, please!"

The shouts ceased at Iida's call, the class turning their heads to look at the tall, bespectacled boy.

"The role of Class Representative is one with a serious responsibility for leading others. It is not a job for someone to accept on a whim. It requires conviction!"

Iida had the full attention of the class.

"It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. We should vote for our class representatives using democracy. An election! Don't you agree, Mr. Aizawa?"

Aizawa was already cocooning himself in his garish yellow sleeping bag. "Sure, just be sure to get it done quickly."

Kaminari was the first in the class to speak up. "Why did you suggest that?!"

Tsuyu placed a finger to her cheek. "We haven't known each other very long, have we, Iida?"

Kirishima stood up. "Won't everyone just vote for themselves then?"

"It just means that whoever gets more than one vote will be a representative."

Everyone turned to look at Izuku, making him shrink back slightly.

"T-That's just what I thought anyway."

Iida chopped the air. "I agree entirely, Midoriya, please help me distribute voting slips."

Reaching into his jacket, Iida pulled out a number of small, blank cards.

The entire class was taken aback by Iida's preparedness, wondering if he had been expecting this.

They all quickly came to the conclusion that he probably had.

Taking ten of the slips, Izuku handed them out to his side of the classroom, from Shoji to Yaoyorozu.

Returning to his seat, Izuku stared down at his own slip, debating who to vote for.

On one hand, Iida was authoritative and organised. However, he lacked the ability to talk to people on the same level as them most of the time, coming off as high and mighty.

On the other hand, Yaoyorozu was calm and level headed, capable of seeing through Aizawa's logical ruse, but she lacked Iida's authority and presence.

Making his decision, Izuku scribbled it down and handed it to Uraraka as she came round to collect them.

At Aizawa's desk, Uraraka tallied up the votes and wrote them on the board, stepping away to reveal them.

Izuku froze in shock.

Midoriya - 4 votes

Iida - 2 votes

Sero - 2 votes

Bakugo - 2 votes

Yaoyorozu - 2 votes

Mineta - 2 votes

Uraraka - 2 votes

Aoyama - 1 vote

Ashido - 1 vote

Kaminari - 1 vote

Kirishima - 1 vote

Various sighs and shouts reached Izuku's ears as he continued to stare at the results.

Sure, he had said he wanted the position, but he hadn't actually expected to get it.

"Woah, Midoriya's class representative!"

Kaminari gave Izuku a thumbs up, clearly not that upset by missing out.

"Who voted for that fucking nerd?!"

Izuku had to agree, it was a very good question.

Uraraka looked away nervously.

Iida chopped the air again. "Midoriya has the most votes, however six of us are tied for second."

Izuku jumped when he realised that Iida was looking to him, expecting for him to tell him what to do.

"R-Right, we should do the vote again, with just those who got two votes."

Iida produced even more cards. "Excellent idea, Class Representative."

Izuku paled at the realisation of just quite the responsibility he had taken on.

A new card was placed on Izuku's desk by a beaming Uraraka. Wasting no time, Izuku wrote the same name as before.

Calling on the positivity that Uraraka's quirk, now a part of Slingshot, emanated and the confidence of Bakugo's, Izuku stood and moved to collect the slips himself.

Once the class had finished voting for the second time, Izuku quickly tallied up the votes, before scribing them onto the board, next to the last set of results.

Yaoyorozu - 5 votes

Iida - 4 votes

Uraraka - 3 votes

Sero - 3 votes

Bakugo - 2 votes

Mineta - 2 votes

Iida slumped in defeat. "I lost."

The class continued to react to the results, mostly congratulating Yaoyorozu, as well Bakugo yelling in disgust at losing out.

Aizawa rose from his sleeping bag.

"This over now?" Aizawa stretched.

Izuku nodded, joined by Yaoyorozu at the front of the class.

"Fine, Midoriya is the Class Representative, and Yaoyorozu is the Vice Representative."

A polite round of applause came from the rest of the class, with a few whoops and cheers added in by Kirishima and Kaminari.

Izuku smiled, thanking them all for their support, but inside his head he was screaming in panic.

Aizawa sighed. "Now let's get on with some actual classes."

"WHO'S READY TO MAKE SOME NOISE!" Present Mic's yell rattled the windows as he entered the classroom. "IN ENGLISH!"

Izuku stared down at his rice.

"Trying to decipher the world's mysteries from a bowl of rice?"

Looking up, Izuku saw Yaoyorozu looking back at him from the opposite side of the table.

"You haven't eaten anything."

"Y-Yeah." Izuku poked his rice with his chopsticks. "I'm more trying to decipher how I managed to end up the class representative."

Yaoyorozu smiled. "That's pretty simple, people trust you, and you're resourceful, both in the quirk tests and the battle trials yesterday."

Uraraka nodded in agreement, opposite Iida, who was on Izuku's left.

"Your plan for the battle trial is why you got MVP, and the beating Bakugo bit as well." Uraraka smiled.

"I got MVP?!" Izuku's voice raised in pitch, displaying his surprise.

"Yeah." Uraraka gave Izuku a thumbs up. "It was pretty close between you and Yaoyorozu, it was your refusal to give up that decided it in the end."

"W-Wow." Izuku was thoroughly taken aback.

He totally expected that Yaoyorozu or Kirishima would have been MVP.

Iida spoke up. "Worry not, your decisiveness and grit are what make you a good leader. It's why I voted for you."

Izuku gaped. "One of those votes was you!"

Iida nodded.

"Iida's right." Uraraka smiled. "But didn't you want to be class representative too? You've got the glasses for it and everything."

Lowering his drink, Iida shook his head. "Wanting a role and being the right choice for the role are not the same thing. I humbly believe I selected the most suitable for the role."

Izuku's eyebrows raised. "Humbly?"

Ururaka turned to look at Iida. "The way you talk, are you a rich kid like Yaoyorozu?"

Iida sighed. "I don't usually like people to know, but yes, I'm from a renowned hero family."

Yaoyorozu caught Izuku's eye, mouthing at him while pointing at herself.

Am I a rich kid?

Izuku nodded.

"Idaten was founded by my grandfather, but my older brother is the hero in charge now, I am the second son."

"So your brother is the Turbo Hero, Ingenium, right? He employs sixty five sidekicks at his office in Tokyo."

"He is, I forgot you were a hero fanboy, Midoriya." Iida continued, unaware of Izuku's protests. "He leads people with an unwavering adherence to rule and regulation. He is the reason why I desire to become a hero."

Uraraka, Yaoyorozu and Izuku continued to listen as Iida gave his speech.

"I'm not ready to lead yet, I realise that. You were the superior candidate, Midoriya." Iida finished with a small smile.

Uraraka beamed. "I haven't seen you smile before, Iida."

"I am known to smile, on occasion of course."

Izuku stared at Iida, with a smile of his own.

So Ingenium is Iida's All Might then.

"So, how does it feel, Superior Candidate?" Yaoyorozu teased. "You feeling up to the job now?"

"I think so? Yeah, I'm going to do my best." Izuku held his hand out, clenched as a fist.

Izuku dug into his rice as Uraraka and Iida continued their lighthearted argument. "So, Iida's a shoe in for the class committee, right?"

Yaoyorozu tilted her head in agreement. "Right."

A mischievous smile slipped onto Yaoyorozu's lips. "That was a rousing speech he gave, maybe he should be in charge of writing ours."

Izuku shook his head and chuckled at the joke. "I think you have to pay people to do that."

"I have the money."

Feeling bold, Izuku replied. "That you do, rich kid."

"Superior candidate." Yaoyorozu mimed pushing glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Izuku grimaced. "Don't remind me."

A tray was placed down next to Yaoyorozu, with Mikumo dropping into the empty seat.

"G-Good afternoon, Izuku, Y-Yaoyorozu." Mikumo nervously greeted them.

Izuku had introduced him to Yaoyorozu at the previous day's lunchtime, the black-haired girl producing the material Mikumo wanted there and then.

"This is Mikumo Akatani." Izuku introduced the boy to Uraraka and Iida, giving their names in the process.

"Woah, are you Deki's brother?" Uraraka stared at Izuku's near double.

Izuku spluttered. "B-Brother?!"

Mikumo frowned. "You mean Izuku, right?"

Uraraka bobbed her head.

"T-Then, no."

"Really? The resemblance is quite uncanny." Iida examined the dark-haired boy.

Mikumo sighed. "The invisible girl from your class said the same thing."

"You mean Hagakure?" offered Iida.

Mikumo nodded.

"Here!"

Both Izuku and Mikumo jumped, turning their heads to see the invisible girl, in her U.A. uniform, sat on Izuku's right.

Izuku started. "H-Have you been here the whole time?"

"Yeah." Hagakure gave some sort of hand gesture, the sleeve of her jacket rising.

"How did I miss that?" Izuku sighed.

Yaoyorozu gave a small giggle. "You were staring at that rice for an awfully long time."

"I was?"

Uraraka, Iida and Yaoyorozu all made motions or words of confirmation.

Izuku sighed, he really hadn't been paying attention.

"How w-was your morning?" Mikumo looked to Izuku.

"Weird." Izuku scratched his chin awkwardly. "I was voted class representative."

"Well done."

"Anything interesting happen with you?"

Mikumo lit up. "Y-Yeah, Hatsume and I finished the armor, Power Loader said if we get it safety checked this afternoon we can trial it with some rescue simulations."

Yaoyorozu spoke up. "I'm impressed you managed to build it so fast, you were still designing it yesterday."

"Hatsume, she's a demon, when she gets going, she just doesn't stop, i-it's kinda scary." Mikumo paled slightly at the thought. "But at least we weren't stuck on costume repair like 1-F."

Silence fell before a new conversation started up, allowing Mikumo to move into the background, idling watching Hagakure as she ate.

Something in the back of Mikumo's mind told him there was something he wasn't seeing.

"Your food!" Mikumo exclaimed, making half the table jump in surprise at his sudden outburst.

Hagakure blushed invisibly. "My food?"

"Yeah." Mikumo's normal nervousness blotted out as his brain fired on all cylinders. "Your food, as soon as you put it in your mouth, it's invisible just like the rest of you!"

The rest of the table watched the interaction with interest.

Mikumo reached down, rooting through his toolbelt until he found a pencil, holding it out to Hagakure.

"Here, put this in your hair."

Hagakure slowly reached out for the pencil, taken aback by Mikumo's unusual and sudden request.

"Okay." Hagakure slipped the pencil inside her ponytail, a section of it vanishing as she did.

Mikumo beamed. "This means that Hagakure's quirk is definitely a mutant class, or maybe transformation, but definitely not emitter. Her body must produce some sort of substance that renders her invisible. It's possible it could be extracted as a coating-"

"There's two of them!"

Mikumo was broken from his theorising by Uraraka's shout.

"W-What?"

Hagakure laughed. "You mutter just like Midoriya, it's uncanny, we're doomed."

Mikumo frowned. "How does that mean we're-"

"Doomed, I say! Doomed!"

The table, bar Iida, burst into laughter at Hagakure's exclamation.

Mikumo went to recoil, before he realised something.

They weren't laughing at him, they were laughing with him, even Izuku was joining in.

Mikumo smiled, a warm feeling in his chest.

The laughter went on for another five minutes, everytime it slowed down Hakagure would proclaim their doom once again, in the end even Iida managed to crack a smile.

Uraraka was hit the worst, laughing and crying uncontrollably.

Eventually they calmed down, with Uraraka continuing to giggle every few seconds as they went back to their food and conversation.

Mikumo felt Hagakure's attention on him.

"So, what's with your interest in my quirk?"

Glancing over to the others, Mikumo saw them in a deep conversation about the tensile strength of a scarf, bizarrely enough.

Hagakure spoke again. "You're not interested in it for those reasons, are you?"

Mikumo looked puzzled.

"The amount of pigs I get asking if I'll show them what it's like for someone invisible to do that sort of stuff to them, you know what I mean."

Hagakure made a gesture with her hand.

Despite it being invisible, Mikumo immediately caught on to exactly what she meant.

Mikumo's cheek lit aflame as he waved his hands in denial. "N-No, noth-thing like that a-at all!"

"Okay." Hagakure replied in a sing-song voice.

"No, i-it's just that we had to analyse costume specifications in class this morning." Mikumo paused, the inability to see body language or expression throwing him off. "O-One of the ones I got was yours and it just seemed really impractical."

"I m-mean, any ice villain you would face would be a serious threat, you've got no physical protection and to use your quirk fully you have to remove what little costume you do have."

Mikumo got more confident as he went on, falling into analysis mode.

"What do you suggest then?" Hagakure shrugged.

"Um, since your quirk is likely mutant class I could-"

Mikumo looked around for something to write on, before seeing Hagakure's empty tray.

"I'd be able to explain it better at the workshop. If that's okay for you, that is."

Hagakure hummed, clearly thinking it through. "Sure, why not, I've got time."

Mikumo smiled and nodded.

Standing, the two of them left the table, carrying their trays with them.

"Well, they seem to be getting on like a house on fire." Uraraka looked to where Mikumo and Hagakure were leaving the lunch hall.

Izuku nodded, making a noise of agreement.

Iida looked back and forth between Uraraka and Izuku. "A house on fire, what about Mr. Aizawa's scarf?"

Uraraka giggled. "Iida, that was just a cover conversation so we could listen in on what Hagakure and Akatani were saying."

Izuku nearly yelped in surprise, forcing himself not to react, finally making the connection that had been staring him in the face.

Akatani, the same name that american man had called his dad in that weird dream.

Oh, shit.

Uraraka and Hagakure were right, Mikumo was his brother.

Iida chopped the air. "Uraraka, that is very rude behaviour, unfitting for heroes-in-training such as ourselves."

Uraraka giggled. "Iida, it's fine."

"It most certainly is not." Iida's voice conveyed his horror. "Vice Class Representative, surely you were not eavesdropping as well?"

Yaoyorozu smiled.

Iida was aghast. "Class Representative? Midoriya?"

Jerked from his thoughts by his name, Izuku mentally caught up to the conversation, looking to Iida.

Izuku shrugged guilty. "I'm sorry, Iida."

Iida began to chop the air with both arms at the same time, making Uraraka dissolve into fits of laughter.

"Deku."

Izuku froze.

"Oi, Deku!"

Turning his head, Izuku was shocked to see Bakugo looking, nervous?

Since when did Katsuki Bakugo show any emotion other than rage?

"Can we talk?"

Izuku hesitated, before nodding his head, slipping away while Iida's outrage continued.

Yaoyorozu watched the two boys leave, the sudden change in the tone of their interactions leaving her surprised.

Snip.

Hagakure lowered a lock of her invisible hair into Mikumo's open palm.

"Woah!" Mikumo exclaimed as the hair turned visible as soon as it stopped touching Hagakure's skin.

Mikumo examined the hair. "Does it turn invisible again if you touch it."

"Yup."

"That's great, that way if I extract the substance it can use it to coat something more durable, plus it would be visible when Hagakure isn't touching it."

Mikumo placed the hair into a sample tray, inserting it into a machine on his workstation.

Tapping away on his laptop, Mikumo began an analysis of Hagakure's hair. While he waited for it to carry out that task, Mikumo accessed the 3D scan taken for Hagakure's costume.

"I won't have enough here to do a full suit." Mikumo selected a generic sports bra and shorts. "An aluminium-steel alloy would allow the flexibility and strength needed, as a mesh weave, kevlar padding on the inside for protection."

Completing the initial design, Mikumo glanced over his shoulder. "What do you think, Hagakure?"

She was gone.

Mikumo frowned, moving over to where she'd stood, looking around.

Spotting something, Mikumo crouched down, finding Hagakure's uniform hidden under a workstation, without his keen eye he would never have spotted it.

A faint footstep reached Mikumo's ears, the slap of a bare foot.

"Hagakure."

Standing, Mikumo set off, tailing Hagakure's, using the faint sound of her footsteps to track her.

Bakugo watched as Izuku squirmed, the two of them stood in the corridor outside the lunch hall.

Finally losing his patience, Izuku spoke. "W-What is it you want, Bakugo?"

Bakugo didn't reply, gritting his teeth.

"If you're just going to waste my time I'm not going to-"

"I'm fucking sorry, okay?"

Bakugo's sudden bark caught Izuku off guard.

"W-What?"

Bakugo growled, balling his fists. "I went too far yesterday."

Izuku sighed, surprising Bakugo.

"For yesterday? Really?"

"Yeah, what off it?!"

Izuku just stared at him. "Yesterday was nothing, I don't even care about yesterday, because that time I could fight back."

"But what about all the times I couldn't. When you punched me a couple of weeks ago, or all those times you and your cronies attacked me?! Did you go too far then as well?!"

Bakugo stayed silent.

"Are you sorry for those? Are you sorry for the time you cracked my tooth? Sprained my wrist? Are you?"

Izuku was angry, angrier than he had ever been in his life. Bakugo's stupid non-apology was just what broke the dam.

His argument with All Might. The fact his father was a super-villain and also dead. That Mikumo was probably his brother.

Izuku just couldn't handle it anymore.

Bakugo grunted. "Tch, whatever-"

"Shut up!"

Izuku's shout silenced Bakugo.

"Just shut up and listen for once in your life!"

Izuku's rage ebbed away, thinking of Bakugo's defence of Mikumo on the train.

"Bakugo, all I ever wanted to be was your friend, but instead you tormented me, and I don't even know why."

Pausing, Izuku looked Bakugo directly in the eye.

"If you want to apologise, then you're about ten years too late for that."

Izuku turned, walking away from Bakugo.

"DON'T FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME, DEKU!"

Bakugo broke into a sprint, chasing after Izuku.

Alarms suddenly blared, within seconds both Izuku and Bakugo were swallowed by a stampede fleeing the lunch hall.

Mikumo ignored the alarms, following Hagakure's footsteps, making sure to stay out of sight as he did.

Peeking around the corner of a corridor, Mikumo caught sight of a door opening and closing by itself.

Slowly moving to the door to the classroom one over, Mikumo slipped inside the empty room and made for the window.

Pushing it open, Mikumo looked out to see the main gates to U.A. open, reporters flooding in.

"You can do this, you've snuck out of the home plenty of times before." Mikumo glanced down. "Maybe not from this height though."

Steeling himself, Mikumo climbed out, standing on a ledge as he shuffled over to the window of the classroom Hagakure had entered.

"Good work, Hagakure."

Mikumo peeked through the open window, careful to stay out of sight.

Hagakure was holding a folder, in front of her was a pale, blue-haired man, his voice monotone.

"I'm sure you parents will be glad to hear you made the right choice." The pale man scratched his neck, his dry skin flaking. "For their sakes."

Drawing a pen, holding it with four digits, the pale man added the last.

The pen crumbled to dust.

"And yours as well."

Mikumo's eyes widened in horror.

Hagakure whimpered in fear.