Mikumo's body felt like it was moving in slow motion.

His hand stretched out, reaching for Hagakure.

The pale man laughed, a cold, cruel sound, his fingers wrapping around the invisible girl's face.

"No, Hagakure!"

The crumbling girl looked to Mikumo, her invisible skin falling away to reveal her very visible muscles.

"Why didn't you save me?"

Mikumo's arm surged forwards, his hand grasping empty air.

Hagakure was dead.

The pale man laughed again, turning to look at Mikumo. "Pathetic. You actually thought a quirkless loser like you could save her? That you could be a hero?"

Mikumo dropped to his knees. "I-I failed."

The pale man reached out again, this time aiming for Mikumo.

"Akatani."

Mikumo looked up at the pale man.

The pale man gave a sinister smile. "Akatani, wake up!"

Mikumo jerked awake, sitting up.

Looking around, Mikumo saw he was on the floor of the development studio. The stool he had been using before he fell asleep was on its side next to him.

"Finally, I thought I was going to have to go and get Present Mic so he could wake you up."

"Mr. Maijima!" Mikumo started, before looking up at his workbench. "No, I fell asleep, I didn't finish it."

Mikumo reached out, desperately trying to pull himself up.

Power Loader hooked a hand under Mikumo's arm, helping him to stand. "It's fine, kid."

Mikumo paled, the half-completed costume for Hagakure was gone.

"W-Where is it?" Mikumo looked to Power Loader, before his eyes flicked over to where Dusty hung on the wall.

Power Loader chuckled. "Calm down, Hatsume saw it and the plans when she came in this morning, she finished. In fact, she's running the safety checks, at my insistence, in the Testing Studio right now."

Mikumo breathed a sigh of relief, standing his stool up and sitting down on it.

I'm so used to doing things by myself it's still weird to think I have a partner to work alongside.

Pulling up a stool of his own, Power Loader looked at his student.

"I take it you were here all night?"

Mikumo nodded, not saying a word.

Power Loader sighed. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Mikumo shook his head.

"It doesn't have to be me, Akatani, if you'd be more comfortable talking to another teacher, or maybe a student, Hatsume or Midoriya for example, then it can be arranged."

Mikumo looked up. "I'm fine."

Power Loader placed one of his large hands on the teen's shoulder. "We both know that isn't true."

Mikumo clasped his hands together.

I could tell him, couldn't I? About that man, what he's making Hagakure do. Mr. Maijima would help, right?

Mikumo gave a small nod, looking Power Loader directly in the eyes.

"There is something I need to tell you, it's about-"

"I'M FINISHED!"

Hatsume burst into the development studio, wheeling a mannequin in front of herself, the costume for Hagakure displayed on it.

Power Loader sighed.

Damn, Hatsume, could you have picked a worst time to burst in?

Mikumo jumped to his feet, taking in the sight of Hagakure's completed costume.

"Thank you for finishing it, Hatsume!" Mikumo bowed to the pink-haired girl.

Hatsume gave a smug smile. "I know, I'm just that great! Besides, what are partners for?"

Despite the stress he felt crushing down on his chest, Mikumo returned Hatsume's smile.

Power Loader patted Mikumo's shoulder. "You still have an hour before homeroom starts, how about you go and get some breakfast from the food hall, maybe a shower too."

Mikumo nodded, still smiling.

Don't worry, Mr Maijima, I'll tell you soon.

I trust you.

"Oi, nerd!"

Izuku sighed, stopping his progress towards the Class 1-A homeroom.

Turning to face Bakugo, Izuku watched as his former friend slouched up to him. The green-haired boy had hoped that after yesterday things were going to be at least a little better between them.

Bakugo looked directly at Izuku. "Those stupid quirks you got yesterday, you'd better fucking learn how to use them for the Sport Festival."

Izuku frowned.

Was Kacchan, acknowledging him?

"If I'm going to surpass All Might as the Number 1 Hero, I need a strong-ass rival to fight along the way." Bakugo paused. "I'd rather it was you than Daddy Issues."

"Daddy Issues?" questioned Izuku.

"The Half-n-Half Bastard."

Bakugo saw no recognition in Izuku's eyes. "You know, Captain Canada, Candy Cane, Where's Wally, IcyHot-"

"You mean Todoroki?"

Bakugo grunted in affirmation.

"How could you possibly know he has daddy issues?"

Bakugo shrugged. "He's the son of Endeavor who never uses his fire powers, what else is it going to be?"

Izuku smiled. "You know, sometimes all your yelling and shouting makes me forget just how perceptive you are."

Bakugo exploded. "What do you mean 'yelling and shouting', you fucking nerd!"

Izuku slowly raised his eyebrows.

Bakugo shrugged, realising Izuku's point. "Tch, whatever, just make sure you're nice and strong, so I look all that more impressive when I beat you."

With that, Bakugo pushed past Izuku, stomping down the corridor and towards the classroom.

Izuku shook his head slowly, still smiling.

Bakugo, neither of us can change our pasts, but we can have a better future.

"You said that out loud, you fucking nerd!"

Izuku jumped, before racing off after Bakugo, the two entering the classroom seconds apart.

"Deki!"

"He lives!"

"Midori, looking good!"

Izuku beamed, before nodding his head. "Thank you."

I could never have imagined this, they actually care. Thank you, All Might.

Iida walked over to Izuku, his face as serious as ever.

"Midoriya, I am most glad to see you well."

"R-Right, thank you." Izuku rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'm sorry was so useless-"

Iida interrupted him. "Midoriya, we all have our weaknesses, mine is carbonated drinks, they make my engines stall, yours are crowds."

Izuku sighed. "But I think crowds are going to be more of an issue as a Pro Hero than soda."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Iida chopped his arm, angling his fingers at Izuku. "Suppose someone were to offer you a carbonated drink as thanks for saving them?"

"You could say no?"

"Preposterous! By refusing their generous offer you would be insulting them."

Izuku nodded along, if he tried to argue this it could go on all day. "S-Sure, it would have been fine if my glove hadn't gotten snagged and pulled off."

Iida looked down to Izuku's hands, both were covered by gloves, one his normal black, the other sparkly white, covered in sequins.

Izuku shrugged awkwardly. "It's from an old Halloween costume, it's all I had."

"Fear not!" Iida reached into his blazer, producing Izuku's other black glove. "Hagakure found it after the incident yesterday, she passed it to me for safekeeping."

Izuku accepted the glove, swapping it into the place of the white sequined glove. "Thank you, Iida."

The engine teen nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me I need to inform Tokoyami about the proper usage of a desk."

"Sure?"

Turning his body slightly, Izuku bowed to the invisible girl. "Thank you, Hagakure!"

Hagakure laughed and struck a pose. "You're welcome, Green Akatani!"

Taken aback by Hagakure's nickname, Izuku barely noticed the tap on his shoulder.

"Shacho."

Izuku turned to see Yaoyorozu. "Shacho? Right, I'm Class President, aren't I?"

Yaoyorozu raised an eyebrow. "Did you sustain a head injury yesterday?"

"No, I mean, probably, I can't really remember, so maybe?"

Yaoyorozu hid a laugh, before handing Izuku a piece of paper. "We were supposed to select Class Officers yesterday, after lunch. However, since you were injured we decided to hold off until this morning."

Izuku nodded, reading the list.

Yaoyorozu spoke again. "I enlisted Iida's help to draft a proposed list, we started by picking from those who made it to the second round of voting."

"Hm, Uraraka as Treasurer and Ashido as Events Manager look like good choices. Same for Sero as Historian. But Discipline Officer and Sergeant-at-Arms?"

Yaoyorozu made an expression of displeasure. "Bakugo and Mineta were the last two who made it to the second round we hadn't found a role for, we were kind of stuck with them."

Izuku frowned. "Bakugo should be Sergeant-at-Arms, not Discipline Officer. He may have gone too far in the battle trials but that was a one off, normally he's all about safe training."

Yaoyorozu nodded. "I'll take your word for it, you have known him a lot longer, but Mineta as Discipline Officer sounds, dangerous. He'd probably implement some disgusting rule like skirts have to be 30cm above the knee."

"I see what you mean, but why didn't you choose Iida?" Izuku turned his head to look at Yaoyorozu. "He's the only one from the second vote that didn't get a position."

"Iida insisted since he was involved in creating this list, him getting a position would be self-interest." Yaoyorozu paused. "So Iida as Discipline Officer, and Mineta doesn't get a role?"

Izuku gathered his confidence, seeing his out. "No, I'll be the Discipline Officer."

Yaoyorozu frowned. "You can't be, you're already the Class Representative."

"I'm going to nominate you to replace me as Class Representative and Iida as your Vice Representative. I'll take the Discipline Officer role."

Izuku paused. "You can assign someone else to that role other than me later if you and Iida want."

"Midoriya, you can't." Yaoyorozu placed a hand on the green-haired boy's arm. "The class put it's trust in you as Class President, not me."

Izuku shook his head. "I can't represent the class's trust if I don't trust myself."

"Midoriya-"

"I voted for you, Yaoyorozu, in both rounds of the vote."

Words abandoned Yaoyorozu, leaving her in shock.

"Midoriya, Yaoyorozu."

The two teens looked round to see Aizawa in the doorway, the rest of the class moving to their seats.

Aizawa walked over to his desk. "The Class President and Vice President will now be assigning the Class Officers, just have it done in five minutes."

"R-Right."

"Of course, Mr. Aizawa."

Izuku and Yaoyorozu moved to the front of the classroom, standing in front of the blackboard.

Swallowing his nerves and leaning on the confidence of Bakugo's quirk, Izuku stepped forward.

"W-We'd like to announce the Class Officers, but before that there's something I wanted to say." Izuku looked at the faces of his classmates, staring back at him. "Iida proved yesterday he has what it takes to be a leader, a real leader, not just one given the position. That's why I want to announce-"

"To announce that Iida will be joining myself as a joint Vice President."

Yaoyorozu stepped forward. "He will have the responsibilities of both the Discipline Officer and leadership of the class should Midoriya and I be unavailable, with the backing of the class of course."

The class cheered, especially Ashido and the others who had seen Iida's calming of the crowd the day before.

"Yeah, I'm all for Emergency Exit Iida!"

Iida looked taken aback, his mouth moving but no words coming out.

Finally finding his voice, Iida stood. "I accept, I aim to fulfil the duties of my office to the best of ability, no, even better than that!"

Yaoyorozu nodded, holding the class officers list out to Iida as he marched up to join them. "If you would be so kind, please announce the officers of Class 1-A, Iida."

Izuku watched on with shock, his head slowly turning to look at a rather smug Yaoyorozu.

"Do you enjoy my suffering?" Izuku questioned, quiet enough that only Yaoyorozu could hear.

"You were wrong, the class put their trust in you because you are a natural-born leader, under all that nervousness. You showed that in the battle trials." Yaoyorozu gently bumped Izuku with her shoulder. "Besides, I trust you, why else would I have voted for you yesterday?"

Izuku started in shock. "You voted for me?"

Yaoyorozu smiled. "You just need a bit more confidence, that's all."

Izuku returned her smile. "Thank you, Yaoyorozu."

"Please, if we're going to be working together like this, call me Momo."

"Then call me Izuku."

"Deal."

Aizawa sighed and rolled his eyes from his place on the floor, cocooned in his garish yellow sleeping bag.

Iida chopped the air. "The selections of the Class Representative and Vice Class Representative are final."

"But I think moi would make a perfect fashion officer." Aoyama struck a pose.

"The position of fashion officer does not exist." Iida aimed his hand at the blond boy. "Besides, what kind of job would that be?"

Aoyama flicked his hair. "I would ensure that everyone's costumes were in the height of fashion, like mine."

Ashido laughed. "Like you? I saw that red visor of yours, talk about clashing colours."

"Clashing colours? Have you seen your costume, mademoiselle . It is made of clashing colours."

"It's supposed to look like that!"

Iida placed his thumb under his chin, finger bent over, pressed against the front, deep in thought. "Perhaps the position of fashion officer is more viable than I first thought."

Ashido and Aoyama's argument continued to rage on, Kaminari cheering them both on.

"Enough." Aizawa stood, folding his sleeping bag away. "Your five minutes are up. Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Iida, return to your seats."

The three teens followed the instruction, Iida bowing to Aizawa as he did.

"Now, let's get on with today's announcements."

Izuku knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Sliding the door open, Izuku stepped into Recovery Girl's office.

"Recovery Girl, Mr. Aizawa said I was to come here for a check-up during lunch."

"Yes, yes." Recovery Girl turned her chair to face Izuku. "Take a seat."

Izuku sat down opposite Recovery Girl.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Er, okay I guess, I was really tired last night but I've been fine today."

"Good, good, open up." Recovery Girl placed a thermometer in Izuku's mouth. "Quirk Exhaustion is a serious deal, even for people with multiple quirks like you."

Izuku nodded, unable to speak.

"Hm, a little high, but nothing to really be concerned about." Recovery Girl made a note on her computer, before removing the thermometer from Izuku's mouth.

"Do you know how quirk exhaustion affects people like me? With multiple quirks?" Izuku queried nervously.

"Well, I've not treated many people with multiple quirks like yourself, but from what I've seen each quirk has a separate limit for quirk exhaustion." Recovery Girl paused.

"However, what you did yesterday was overtax Quirksmith, the parent quirk of all the others you have copied, as well as One For All. It's why I told you not to use any of your quirks overnight."

Izuku nodded, taking in Recovery Girl's words, storing them for writing in his notebook later.

Recovery Girl stood. "However, for now, you have a clean bill of health, just don't end up back here any time soon."

"Right, I'll try that."

"Now run along, do whatever it is you kids do these days."

Izuku bowed, thanking the nurse, before leaving.

Walking down the corridor, Izuku made his way back to the 1-A classroom. The class had been told to meet there at 12:50pm for more hero training, but Aizawa had given them no further details.

Slipping into the classroom, Izuku made to his desk with seconds to spare, Kirishima and Kaminari racing in after him.

Aizawa stepped through the doorway, moving to his podium as he had during homeroom that morning.

Looking out at the class already sitting in their seats, Aizawa nodded. "Two seconds, better."

The class released a collective sigh of relief.

"For today's basic hero training there has been a change of plans." Aizawa paused. "As I'm sure you are all aware, U.A. suffered a security breach yesterday."

Murmurs came from the class.

"Therefore, I will be joining today's basic training. It will be led by All Might and one other." Aizawa raised a hand, silencing the class.

"Additionally, two students from the Support Department will be joining us today to test a new piece of equipment they've built. Please enter."

Izuku looked to the door as Mikumo and a pink-haired girl walked in, both dressed in their gym uniforms, the latter wheeling a case almost as long as she was tall.

The pink-haired girl's eyes scanned all the students, before she spoke. "I'm Mei Hatsume, I look forward to testing my babies with you."

Mikumo jumped forwards, he was holding a smaller case, with the number 16 stencilled onto the side.

"She means her inventions! I'm Mikumo Akatani, by the way."

The class stared at the support duo, before Ashido spoke up.

"Cool, are you Midori's brother or something?"

Izuku suppressed the urge to wince.

Sato shrugged. "Nah, he said his last name is Akatani, must be Midoriya's cousin or something."

Mikumo shook his head. "W-We're not related, to the best of my knowledge."

The class slowly turned to look at Izuku, who started when he realised he had their full attention.

"I-I, um, well-"

Sero spoke up. "Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today exactly?"

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief.

"Today we'll be preparing you for disaster situations, from floods to forest fires."

Aizawa drew a white card, holding it out to class. 'Rescue' was marked on it in bold, in a green-blue colour gradient.

"It's Rescue Training!"

"I'll be right at home in a flood, kero."

Kaminari groaned. "Rescue Training? Sounds like another hard day."

Kirishima banged him on the head. "Oi, this what being a hero is all about!"

"I wasn't done." Aizawa didn't raise his voice, but everyone listened.

Drawing a remote, Aizawa pressed a button, the costume racks rolling out of the wall.

"It's up to you whether you wear your costumes, some of them will be ill-suited to this sort of activity." Aizawa paused. "A review of the costumes was held after the Battle Trials on Monday, some of you will find your costumes have been altered."

Izuku hardened his resolve.

Rescue training, this will help me on my way to the great hero I want to be. The great hero I know I can be!

"The training facility is somewhat remote, so we'll be going by bus." Aizawa tucked the remote back into his clothes. "That's all, get ready. Meet at Side Entrance B."

With that Aizawa left, the students moved to grab their cases.

"Huh, mine's not here." Hagakure tilted her head, a blue bow in her see-through hair.

"H-Hagakure!"

The invisible girl turned around to see Mikumo, holding out the case he'd carried into the classroom.

"I, well Hatsume and I, finished the costume upgrade, Power Loader signed off on it this morning."

Hagakure took the case. "Cool, thanks, Mikumo!"

The invisible girl bounced up to Mikumo, hugging him.

The black-haired boy blushed madly. "Y-Your we-welcome, Hagakure."

Hagakure broke away from Mikumo, striking a pose. "I'd better go get changed, no peeking!"

Mikumo's cheeks somehow got redder. "I w-wouldn't, I would n-never-"

Hagakure laughed. "I was joking, I'm invisible, remember?"

"Oh, r-right." Mikumo rubbed the back of his neck. "It's would b-be super gross to do something like t-that anyway, y-you'd have to be depraved to do that."

On the other side of the classroom, Mineta sneezed.

Hagakure giggled. "See you at the bus!"

Mikumo nodded, smiling as Hagakure joined the other students, heading for the changing rooms.

Izuku and Momo stood a short distance away from the bus, watching as Iida organised the class.

"Well, he's certainly taking his role very seriously." Momo glanced over at Izuku.

Izuku smiled. "Iida takes everything seriously."

"True." Momo paused. "I thought your costume was repaired? I saw Bakugo return it to you yesterday, with his usual personality ."

Izuku self-consciously brushed the shoulder of his gym uniform. "Yeah, he did. But it's not strong enough to handle my quirks."

Momo nodded. "I see."

"A support company that works with U.A. is making me a new costume from scratch. But I did buy a new one of these." Izuku tapped his mouthguard.

"I took your advice, I had a zipper added to my costume."

"Boo!"

"Quiet, Mineta! And line up!" Iida chopped his arm, forcing Sero to duck.

Izuku looked away from the rest of the class, back to Momo. "I saw, and that you got your shorts."

Momo nodded, black shorts appeared from below her belt, made from the same material as the rest of her costume, white lines running down the outsides of her thighs.

"I did, apparently the support company broke costume regulations so the Support Department made them instead."

Izuku bobbed his head, smiling at Momo.

"Can I ask you a question, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to." Momo looked uncertain.

"It's fine, go ahead."

"Why do you want to be a hero?"

Izuku frowned. "I guess, All Might, really."

"All Might?"

"Yeah, the first memory I have of him is a clip from that disaster, the one where he saved over a hundred people."

Izuku paused.

"I've watched that video thousands of times, I still have it saved on my phone, something about the way he just climbs over that bus, holding all those people, smiling and laughing. I guess, I wanted to help people like that."

Momo smiled. "I thought so."

Izuku's head span around. "W-What do you mean?"

"You want to be a hero to help people, to save them." Momo looked over at the green-haired boy. "No ulterior motive, you're not looking for money or fame, are you?"

"W-Well, not really, but don't you?"

Momo sighed. "I didn't really get a choice, my family has been heroes almost as long as there have been heroes, or quirks themselves. Todoroki is the same. Look at Bakugo, he wants to be the number one hero just to prove he's the strongest."

"Oh, I see, I'm sorry if I insulted you."

Momo shook her head. "Don't worry. You didn't. I guess I just wish I could be more like you. You want to be a hero purely to help others, for me it's more of an obligation, a burden. A legacy to continue."

Izuku reached his hand out. "Yaoyorozu, Momo, being a hero-"

"Midoriya! Yaoyorozu! It's time to get on the bus!"

Izuku sighed, of all the times for Iida to interrupt. "We're coming!"

Momo adjusted her costume, readying herself. "Well, we'd better get going."

"R-Right."

Izuku and Momo took their places in Iida's perfectly organised queue as the bus doors opened, Aizawa leaning out of them. "It's time to go."

"Everybody file in, remain in numerical order!" Iida indicated for the class to enter the bus.

Iida sagged his seat, his head in his hands.

"All that, just for nothing. How was I to know it would be this kind of bus?"

Ashido patted the navy-haired boy on the shoulder. "There, there."

Izuku gave Iida what he hoped was an encouraging smile. "It's okay, Iida. You couldn't have known."

Tsuyu tapped Izuku on the shoulder. "I'm generally pretty straight forward, so I just say my mind, Midoriya."

"Oh, okay, what is it, Asui?"

"Call me Tsuyu." The frog-like girl paused. "That strength quirk of yours, did you copy it from All Might, it resembles his quirk."

"W-What? Really, I guess I never noticed how similar they are-"

Kirishima interrupted. "Nah, can't be, All Might's quirk doesn't injure him, so there's at least one difference."

Tsuyu tilted her head, before nodding. "I guess you're right."

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief as he raised his head.

Todoroki was looking at him.

No, Todoroki was watching him, examining him.

Kirishima spoke again. "Man, what I wouldn't give for a strength-enhancing quirk like that. You could do a lot of cool stuff with it."

The students listened to Kirishima intently, watching as he raised his arm and activated his quirk.

"My hardening, it means I'm good in a fight, but it's not very flashy."

Izuku copied Kirishima's motion, calling on his copy of Hardening. The quirk only affected up to his wrist, instead of his whole forearm like Kirishima.

"I think it's pretty cool." Izuku leaned forward to look at the red-haired teen. "It's more than strong enough for you to go pro, especially with a bit more training."

Izuku called on the power of One For All, except manifesting in the Hardening quirk instead of his actual body.

The hardening effect massively increased, his entire arm and most of his chest took on the signature crenulated texture.

"Wow, that's way more than I can do! How did you manage to do that?"

The connection between the two quirks snapped, allowing the hardening effect to return to normal.

"The power amplifier quirk I copied, it allows me to supercharge the effect of other quirks I've copied." Izuku shuffled nervously, realising he had half the bus' attention. "I can only do it for a few seconds at most, it's pretty draining."

"So cool." Uraraka beamed at Izuku, from where she sat next to Momo.

Aoyama struck a pose. "Pro Heroes have to grab attention, my quirk is the perfect combination of flashy and strong."

Ashido frowned. "I thought it made your stomach explode if you use it for more than a second."

Aoyama slumped.

"Now if you wanna talk strong and flashy, Todoroki and Bakugo are where it's at!"

Tsuyu placed a finger to her bottom lip. "He'll never be popular, he's too unhinged."

Bakugo growled. "I'm fucking sat right here, you know that, don't you, you damn frog-face?"

"Huh."

Tsuyu tilted her head, puzzled at Bakugo's muted, for him, reaction.

Kaminari laughed. "Man, we've only known Bakugo for like three days and it's already clear he has the personality of a flaming trashcan seeped in sewage."

This broke what little composure Bakugo had left. "Fucking say that again, you Pikachu-looking motherfucker!"

Momo shook her head. "This conversation, so vulgar."

Uraraka nudged the dark-haired girl, laughing. "Come on, this is fun."

"I didn't think Bakugo's mouth could get any fouler." Kaminari didn't look very bothered by the explosive teen's outburst.

"Hey, Kaminari."

Kaminari looked over to Jiro. "Yo."

"What's with the ear gear?" Jiro pointed to the large white earpiece on the right side of Kaminari's head.

"It's a communication device, actually it's basically just a phone." Kaminari pulled a slip of paper out of his jacket. "It's got a phone number and everything."

"A phone number?" Jiro questioned. "Just, why?"

Kaminari grinned. "It's so I can give it to all the cute girls I save."

"Wow, just, wow. Kaminari, you have reached a new low."

Kaminari held the paper out to Jiro. "Go on, you know you want to take it."

One of Jiro's ear jacks poked Kaminari's wrist, hitting a nerve and making him drop the paper.

"Hey, what was that for!"

Izuku leaned down, picking up the slip of paper.

The class turned to look at the green-haired boy.

Izuku flushed red. "N-No, i-it's not like that, I j-just thought it might b-be handy to have it. Sorry Kaminari, y-you're not my type."

Kaminari raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm a guy?"

Izuku shook his head. "Because you're loud."

"I-I'm loud?" Kaminari looked around the bus at a sea of nodding heads.

Uraraka piped up. "So what is your type, Deki?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Izuku desperately looked for a way out of the conversation, short of jumping out the window. "Well-"

"Is it the silent, broody type like Todoroki?" Uraraka bounced in her seat. "Or someone calm and confident like Yaomomo?"

Izuku and Momo blushed the same shade of red.

Todoroki continued to stare out the window, ignoring the other students entirely.

Iida perked up, seeing their destination out the window. "We have arrived, everybody, please prepare yourself to disembark."

"Shut the fuck up, four-eyes!"

"Bakugo, please act in a manner befitting of the institution you attend!" Iida chopped his hand rapidly.

"Yeah, get him Iida!" Uraraka cheered loudly.

Class 1-A looked around themselves as they entered the massive building, gathered together on a raised platform. Below them they could see an array of areas, ranging from flood to ruins.

"Woah, it's like Universal Studios Japan!" Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fist.

"Conflagration Zone. Flood Zone. Landslide Zone. Every accident and incident you can expect to encounter as a Pro Hero. I built this place myself."

A person in a large astronaut costume appeared from the stairs, joining Aizawa and the class on the raised platform.

"The Unforeseen Simulation Joint."

Uraraka jumped up and down in excitement. "It's the Space Hero Thirteen, they're my absolute favourite. They're super cool, they do their best work in rescue scenarios!"

Izuku was slightly taken aback that, for once, he wasn't the biggest hero nerd in the room.

"Look, Uraraka is going full Midoriya!" Ashido pointed to the brown-haired girl, who was rapidly bobbing her head.

Aizawa moved to join his fellow hero, lowering his voice so only they could hear. "Where's All Might? He was supposed to meet us here."

Thirteen shifted awkwardly, before holding up three gloved fingers. "About that, Aizawa…"

Izuku's eyes honed in on Thirteen's gesture, noticing that it matched All Might's three-hour limit as well as the current absence of the No.1 Hero.

Aizawa sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess, he used up all his time on his way to U.A. this morning, right?"

"Pretty much." Thirteen said. "He's in the staff room, he said he's going to try and join us for a few minutes at the end."

Aizawa sighed. "Fine, whatever, this exercise was originally planned for just two of us to run it. Let's just get started."

Thirteen nodded, raising their voice so the class could hear. "But first I would like to say something."

The gathered heroes-in-training watched as the Space Hero raised a single finger.

"I just have one thing to say." Thirteen paused. "Well, actually it's more like two things. Or three maybe? Four? Five?"

Izuku frowned.

That's a lot of things to say.

"Anyway, as I'm sure you're all aware, my quirk is called Black Hole. Like its namesake, anything that is sucked into it is torn apart by the gravitational forces."

Mikumo tilted his head.

That's not really how black holes work.

Excited murmurs rippled through the class, before a look from Aizawa silenced them.

Izuku spoke. "You've used your quirk to save people in loads of different disasters."

"That I have. However, my quirk could also be easily used to kill. I'm sure many of you here are the same."

The atmosphere in the class grew apprehensive, unsure of where Thirteen was going with their speech.

"In our society, the use of our quirks is heavily monitored and restricted, it may seem stable. But all it takes is one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die."

"I read your quirk descriptions. Bakugo, for example, could injure civilians with his explosions if he didn't check his surroundings. Todoroki could easily freeze or burn someone to death. And, Midoriya, you quirk has the most danger, you could easily copy, accidental or otherwise, a truly uncontrollable power."

Mikumo watched as Thirteen spoke, it was a strange sensation. His entire life Mikumo had desperately wished for a quirk, anything, no matter how useless.

Just for once, just for a few seconds, Mikumo was almost glad he didn't have a quirk, that he wasn't a walking time bomb.

Almost.

Thirteen spoke again. "In Aizawa's physical fitness tests you got to see the hidden potential of your quirks. In All Might's battle trials you got to see the danger your quirk can pose to others."

Thirteen struck a pose. "Today, this class will give you a new perspective. Today, you will learn how to save lives using your quirks!"

Mikumo looked away from the Space Hero, down towards the water fountain in the center of the facility.

"I hope you leave today with the understanding that your quirks are meant to help people." Thirteen bowed. "That is all, thank you very much for listening."

The class clapped politely, Uraraka somewhat more enthusiastically than her peers.

Mikumo's eyes widened as he watched a purple mist begin to swirl at the base of the fountain, down in the main plaza.

Aizawa turned to follow Mikumo's line of sight, observing as the mist grew in size.

"Huddle up and don't move!" Aizawa ordered, holding an arm out. "Thirteen, protect the students."

The mist continued to grow larger and larger, Mikumo couldn't take his eyes off it.

Figures emerged from the mist, more and more coming, flooding in with each second that passed.

Kirishima raised a hand to block the light as he looked at the figures. "Woah, are those battle robots like the entrance exam?"

Aizawa unravelled his scarf, moving it to a fighting stance. "Stay back, those are real villains."

Mikumo reached into his pockets, pulling out a collapsible visor. Unfolding it, Mikumo put it in place, a silver metal unit on each temple, a blue plexiglass visor connecting them.

Activating the zoom function, Mikumo honed in on the center of the mist, a pair of yellow eyes appearing in it.

"Just Thirteen and Eraserhead, then?" The mist spoke. "That staff schedule I received the other day said All Might should be here."

"So the break-in yesterday, that was you." Aizawa raised his goggles into place. "Scum."

The mist spoke again. "We've come all this way, brought so many playmates, and All Might, the pathetic Symbol of Peace, isn't here?"

Mikumo froze in fear, he knew that voice, the same one that had haunted his dreams.

The pale man.

Tomura Shigaraki appeared from the portal, his face and body covered in severed hands.

"I wonder…"

Shigaraki grinned maniacally.

"...will killing some kids bring him here?"