"Are you sure you're ok to go to school today Andros?" Te asked me. "You look a bit pale."

As the introductory day faded into the first proper day of school, I think I was more nervous than ever. The very crushing realization of how close the USJ was, the thought of what could or couldn't happen, of what might end up happening if I missed a single detail, was devastating. The morning toast tasted bland in my mouth despite having been smothered in jam. One slice left uneaten too, and I just couldn't push myself to take it too. But I recognized this feeling.

"It's just nerves Te-san," I insisted. "My homeroom teacher was pretty intense yesterday."

Not a lie and definitely not a joke either. While the source of the nerves and intensity was far different from what others might have felt – I got to genuinely see the heroes Eraserhead, All Might and the Principal of U.A. plan out security and contingency plans with my input and my assistance, but while I was in awe before it's another thing entirely to see the like of All Might so deathly serious during one of these.

Te frowned at that. "Well don't push yourself so hard you faint. I have enough trouble with Yubi and Mei being workaholics, the last thing I need is for you to start burning the candle at both ends just from nerves." She chided

Still, there's something about having someone asking you if you're ok that kinda takes some of the weight off. And with that, I nodded and picked up the last piece of toast, before indulging in a time honoured tradition in this house as I stood by the door, bag on my back, and counted the seconds… before Hatsume Mei ran through, grabbing her own toast on the way through and with a hurried goodbye rushed out the door with me in hot pursuit.

The worst part is it's not because Mei wakes up late or anything, it's because she spends most of the morning reading on some famous person or another if she isn't drawing up a design for Sweet Baby #... 18 I think at this point. So almost all the time she's recreating the anime stereotype of the girl going to school with a piece of toast in her mouth, even if she never has to run for the school. It's an odd pattern, but not one I have any inclination to stop. Let people have their harmless fun.

Of course, after we got to the school – with no explosions having happened on the first day the conversation had been focused on teachers – we had our morning classes. And the way that works is that for U.A.s hero course, we had the morning normal class segment and the afternoon hero training segment. Yes, the hero course, as I remembered, has NORMAL classes. I swore I had dreamt that detail up!

For most of the classes, I'd wager this would be boring. For Class 1-A this was… mostly the same. Our schedule told us who to expect for what of course. Ectoplasm – whose lipless face looks really creepy in real life – taught mathematics, which you'd expect from someone whose power allowed him to literally add, subtract, multiply and divide. Then you get to ones you couldn't guess from the Quirk. Like that Midnight was the Modern Art History teacher or Cementoss is the Modern Literature Teacher – you'd think it's the other way around. But literature was always one of my strong suits and I was never bad with history, so things seemed normal enough. Right up until English.

"Hey! What's up little listener!" Present Mic declared as we all entered class, holding a hand down for a low five, one that I obliged with. "While the others sit down, I want to ask you something."

I raised an eyebrow at this. "Uh, why me?" I asked.

"You're the only one here who has an English-speaking background." Present Mic noted. I'd argue that doesn't make me a good example of what he has in mind, but he hasn't offered yet. "Simply put, I thought your situation could make you a good teaching assistant for the class. Help the others out, point out errors and help explain some things about the English Language."

Wait what? I go to protest, but Present Mic holds up a hand. "Before you ask, I plan to ask the same of Tsunotori-san from Class 1-B – she's not as fluent in Japanese as you but it helps her out. In your case, I couldn't think of a better listener to ask." Present Mic noted.

I let out a sigh at that. "Alright, but I'm not… fantastic on some details." I admitted.

Present Mic grinned… and then turned to the class. "Hey everybody! You can say thank you to Nebulos-san as he has agreed to help you with your English this year!" And suddenly I can see all eyes focused on me, intensely, and then…

"Thanks dude!" Kaminari called out.

"It would be interesting to see the perspective from someone who has it as a first language," Yaroyozu noted.

Bakugou snorted. "Like I'd need the help." He dismissed. Yeah yeah tough guy, we get it.

Still, I just blushed at the comments and headed for my seat. I'd have rather just kept it on the down low Mic-sensei… and it seemed fairly generous of him. I wonder if he figured it out himself or not. I mean he's a nice guy but how did he know about Pony-san – who I remembered mostly from fanfiction – being English Speaking?

… he wouldn't have researched it beforehand I don't think. I'm going to need to check with Aizawa-sensei later.

Afterwards was Lunch, and holy crap was this on a whole other level to when I went to high school back home. Back then it was pre-packaged foods, maybe a Pizza special on Friday that soon got sold out and then banned, and my endless brigade of purchasing muffins because when you can get a muffin as big as your fist you buy the damn muffins.

But not only was this Japan, this was U.A., where they have a cooking teacher who also happens to be a hero and thus, we get good food on the cheap! It left me satisfied when I walked around the lunch area and looked around slowly… and grinned as I spotted Neito's blond hair from a mile away, sitting down with a familiar red-haired girl and with Mei sitting opposite him. But while Mei was looking pretty pleased – and dirty everywhere but her hands with soot, smudges, ink or the like – Neito looked downright crestfallen.

"Oh, there you are, Nebulos-san, right?" Kendo asked. "Mei-san mentioned you'd find us. Do you think you could help Neito-san out? I don't know why but he's been like this since he saw the menu and refuses to say why."

"Or talk at all," Mei remarked. "It's just like that one time at middle school."

I shot Mei a dirty look at that. "Then why didn't you do anything?" I queried.

"Enjoying having lunch and a show." Mei freely admitted with an unrepentant smile on her face. I peeked down at Mei's meal. A cross-culture reference with a beef donburi bowl coupled with a chocolate milkshake, because what I am to sugar Mei is pretty close to the same to chocolate. I sighed as I slowly put down my own bowl of tonkotsu – pork – ramen.

"There's only one thing to do when he gets like this," I noted; my voice dead serious as I stared down at Neito.

Kendo looked up at me, then to Mei, then to Neito, and back. "Is it ok to do here?" She asked nervously.

I simply smiled… and then leaned over and delivered a slightly harder than usual chop to the neck. "Snap out of it Neito! You know full well that western food would be a special if anything!" I accosted.

"But it's so goood," Neito complained… revealing the git had managed to snatch up Karaage – Japanese fried chicken – in a bento box of all things!

"You have karaage, man up and enjoy it," I grumbled, sitting myself down next to Mei. "Ah and… could you introduce me to your friend?"

And suddenly Neito perked up with a big smile on his face. The smug sometimes ass I call a friend chuckled. "Right, this is Kendo Itsuka!"

Kendo smiled up from her own dish, also tonkotsu ramen but she had a hot cup of coffee, of all things. Mind you, I had cola, so I was not one to judge here. "It's nice to meet you two! Hatsume-san and Nebulous-san, correct?" Kendo asked.

Mei just nodded, pouting slightly now that her show was over, and I just grinned. "Andros is fine Kendo-san." I insisted.

"Oooh, does that go for me too?" I turned at the voice and smiled as Mina Ashido, the ever-energetic long-lost acidic sibling of Kirby, stood by, having gotten a simple sushi dish complete with… what looked to be a high concentration lemonade of all things. "Sorry, but your name is… kinda hard to say either way. Nev-yuu-los An-du-ros?"

I hung my head at that point while Neito laughed and shook his head. "Every time Andros!" Neito insisted.

"Uh… what does he mean by that?" Mina asked.

"Every year, Andros would get a new teacher or on rare occasions, a new student, who would pronounce his name wrong somehow," Mei noted. "You managed to miss the obvious one though!"

I sighed. "I picked it for being Latin sounding!" I moaned… but I still lifted my head and spun some of the ramen around my chopsticks, starting to munch a bit before I continued. Lovely comfort ramen, feeding orang ninjas since… whenever. "But yes, that extends to you too Ashido-san."

"Mina-chan is fine." Mina insisted. "But why drop the honorific so quickly?"

Neito sighed dramatically. "Andros has never been too comfortable getting used to Japanese naming conventions. He's been like that for as long as I've known him, and he'll find the first excuse he can to let people call him by his first name." He announced with a melodramatic tone. "Oh, how we weep for poor-"

I let out a dramatic sigh at that. "Yes, yes, I get it Neito." I groaned.

Mina let out a grunt of understanding, part way through eating her meal… and then Kendo chuckled. When she noticed we were all looking at her she put on an embarrassed grin. "Sorry, I just realized if someone was trying to be formal and casual, they'd call you Mina-san."

I groaned at the pun and simply dug into my food as the groans chorused around the table. Mina-san. Which sounds close to the Japanese term referring to "everyone" without naming a specific person. Ah well, it's still nice.

Once lunch ended you could practically feel the tension that was mounting in the air. This would be the first chance not only for Class 1-A to get to practice our stuff, to use our Quirks to the fullest, to truly train to become heroes, but we'd get to do it under one of the biggest names of them all

"I AM-"

All Might.

"COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

Now despite the fact that I had met All Might before this class and thus I was removed from some of the natural awe that everyone felt, there was a difference between seeing All Might in a suit and seeing All Might in one of his Hero Costumes – Silver Age if what Izuku just blurted out is correct. Still, it has the effect of making All Might not only seem the definition of his title, but also makes the dream of being full on heroes seem that much closer.

"He seems just like on TV."

"I wonder what pushed him to teach here?"

"Do you think the rumours that he had a romance when young were true?" were among the whispers, the last from a voice that sounded very much like Mina's

"I teach Hero Basic Training. This is the class that will mould you all in different ways to learn the basics of becoming a hero. As part of the hero course, this is a big part of your studies." All Might declared as he posed… before moving to face us with his arm outstretched, a sign with the word 'Battle!' on it. As from WHERE he got it from… you've got me there. He never reached behind him, but we couldn't see it on his chest before. Did he somehow pull off hiding it between his biceps? Or is he just that fast that no-one spotted it? "No time for delays, this is today's exercise! Battle training! And to pull that off, you'll need these!" YES! Battle training, finally something I could do that wasn't made easier by my past experience, but if those are what I think they are sliding out-!

"Costumes!"

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

Changing into costumes was fairly simple for most people – and it mostly was for me as well. The support company used had been sent not only my design for a costume when I sent in my application, but also the blueprints for a system that could power the suit using my Nebula Gas as fuel for it. What I had asked for was essentially a lightweight take on Power Armor with a… very specific design. One I will freely admit would have legal troubles if the amount of time that had passed hadn't.

The undersuit of the entire costume was black in colour, with the most prominent feature being the engine-like v-shaped chest piece, with a single pipe on the left and right mounted on top of it and two smaller ones below it, reaching around and then behind me. In addition, there were sleek silver and black shoulder guards with two additional ventilation pipes, making most of my upper body look like some sort of terrible custom hot rod, not hurt by the massive yellow bat mounted on the centre of the engine. bladed arm guards were on the upper arms and the tougher gloves, allowing for a stronger impact whenever it hit something.

This same toughened material also made up the knee guards and the blockier black boots. The helmet on top of the suit was a continuation of this bat meets mechanical theme, with a yellow bat shaped visor, air vents at the bottom corners of my face, and a big exhaust stack mounted like a horn on my head. The finishing touches were red and green wires that ran up and down the arms, down the bottom of the engine and around to my back, and finally up and around my helmet, running into the air intakes and out the visor before disappearing into the back of the helmet.

Of course, that last bit was entirely aesthetic. This entire costume has been designed with an aesthetic in mind – to replicate the Kamen Rider Build villain Night Rogue, an armoured villain who used the power of the Nebula Gas to create Smash and generally opposed the heroes for the first 15 episodes or so. Beneath the aesthetic though the suit's functions mostly are based on using my Nebula Gas, either to energize the suit to enhance speed, strength and reflexes a bit, to allow me to use my visor for simple night vision, or to vent it out of the intakes built onto me either for a Nebula Gas smokescreen or a bit of a boost. Really if it hadn't been for the help of Inteli Labs sending me their latest designs for an engine that could use me as the source of fuel I wouldn't have been able to go for something this advanced technically.

Plus, it felt kinda good to just strut out in what is basically full, armoured, as close as it's going to get to being a proper Kamen Rider suit cosplay.

"Dude, I hate to say this when this suit clearly looks like it's been worked on a lot but… don't you think it's a bit much for a homage? Especially a villain homage?" Kirishima questioned, dressed in a suit I'd best call red armoured overalls

"It does look a bit overly… edgy and dark." Kyoka Jiro, a more punk looking girl with earlobes that were also headphone jacks – noted. Looking like your average off the street hoodlum. "But that's a villain homage?"

"It's an old one." A voice said from the shadows before he moved closer and revealed himself to be the bird-faced Tokoyami Fumikage, dressed in a black cloak. "I'm surprised either of you know it."

"I look up some of the classic stuff sometimes," Kirishima admitted. "The old heroes had to have their inspirations, right?"

"My Quirk literally represents the special gas used in the series this costume comes from," I noted; my voice slightly distorted to have a sharper metallic ring to it. "And with how dangerous my Quirk is I thought it would be better to be a scary hero than to draw people in."

As we walked out into the light at the end of the tunnel, some of the others were lining up, and more than a few gave me odd looks. I don't know why, Todoroki's barely counts as a costume, it's a white shirt and serious hypothermia issues!

Aoyama, dressed in what almost looked like knights armour with extra lenses fitted onto it, a better belt and dramatic sweeping sunglasses, looked back. "Ah, it seems someone else properly understands the sense of drama, of class and the panache intended to be a truly stylish hero!" He declared.

I collapsed to my hands and knees. "Aoyama thinks my costume is sensible. I need to get it redesigned ASAP." I muttered, to a muffled chuckle from Jiro, Tokoyami shaking his head and Kirishima patting me on the shoulder.

After that was simply All Might dividing up the class into teams of two people for a heroes vs villains exercise and ended up basically redeeming my love for Kamen Rider by being one of the biggest Western comic nerds I've ever seen. Heroes going after villains in a base with a nuclear weapon? That's a freaking cliché of the silver… no, the bronze age. Silver was cheesier than that. Aside from that it makes for a nice change of pace after Aizawa's exercise and encourages us to think about how we use our Quirks.

What I had more issue with were the teams. Team A being Izuku and Ochako was fine, those two look absolutely adorable together and Ochako's utility in her Quirk makes up for the overwhelming power Izuku has. Todoroki and Shoji are again a great team to put together, given that Todoroki could use Shoji to precisely know where to freeze things. Team C is where I started to have issues though. Between Mineta and Momo, neither of them have any method of actually going on the offensive if needed and would likely be relying on sticky traps and whatever Momo could think of with her Quirk… and also because Mineta should NEVER be teamed up with any of the girls because unlike Kaminari he has zero control over his hormones!

Team D. Oooh boy, Team D. Iida and Bakugou are plenty of power and even some utility, but that much is sheer overkill. Momo was right in saying they only lost because it was an exercise before… in the future? Urgh, tense issues. Team E is Mina and Aoyama who are more balanced given endurance issues for Aoyama and the sneaky utility of Mina. Team G is… oh, me. And Sato. Ok, don't know much about him beyond his love of sweets and his strength, but strength plus utility is still a winning combo. Teams G and H are two decent combos too, Kaminari with Jiro and Asui with Tokoyami, same with Team J with Sero and Kirishima.

But again, we hit issues with Team I. Hagakure and Ojiro? Utility yes, and if it was Hagakure and Mina, or Todoroki, or anyone with a less close-up Quirk I'd get it. But at best those two are extremely limited to being close up, and on the defence would be less than useless if anyone with even a slight bit of utility comes through.

It was as I remembered when Team A and Team D clashed. Although yikes is it different going from animation to real life when you see someone who creates explosions badly damage someone's arm. Bakugou is INTENSE but knowing how he sees the world I do kinda get it too. And as much as I'd like to be able to make any comment about it to help him out… I'm not in the right position, not yet.

And while I let Momo make her comments regarding the matchup, I heard no-one coming forward after Todoroki's match vs Team I. Yes, Todoroki. Shoji didn't even get a chance to help and that's… actually really annoying. As the teams both stepped back in, I gripped my fists and walked up to him.

"Are you kidding me? Did I just see someone who had enough control to not freeze ME yesterday decide it was better to just FLASH FREEZE A BUILDING?" I pointed out. My body shook as I barely held in my rage, fists forced to the side, so I didn't try poking him, or slapping him or whatever. "You couldn't have tried for something more precise and less damag-"

"Young Nebulos, that's enough!" I flinched as All Might's booming voice cut in. "While Todoroki's methods would be questioned in real life, this is why we have controlled exercises like this to recognize what methods may have issues. Your conduct is out of line." I stopped at that and slowly turned my helmeted head around. "I will let you off this once, but don't let me catch you acting that way to your classmates again."

If it had been anyone but a teacher, I might have kept the burning flame of my own anger… but unlikely. I've always been easier to anger but burn out fast when it comes to my bursts. "Yes sensei," I noted… before I turned back to Todoroki and bowed. "And to you Todoroki-san. I should have been more considerate in how I worded that."

Todoroki didn't speak at first and simply walked past… but… I dunno, I don't think he said anything but… he has an odd look on his face. It's hard to get a read on him.

The matches continued with each steadily increasing in the effort that was being put in. A definite highlight would go to Kirishima and Sero managing to turn their room into a maze of tape a jagged trap at the centre… only to be outdone by Kaminari's voltage and a follow-up blast from Jiro's speakers. Eventually, it was the case where Sato and I were called up to take on Mina and Aoyama. Not a great match up to be the villains honestly, especially as neither of us was a sensory type, but what can you do?

"So, uh… why the suit?" Sato asked. Sad as it was, there wasn't really anything either of us could do for the moment but wait for Aoyama and Mina to start. "I mean I get that you produce that gas and it's dangerous but… it's a transformation Quirk that affects others, right?"

I sighed at that question. It's one I've honestly expected to come up at some point. "To be honest Sato, I couldn't give you a straight answer on how it should be classified. Every transformation Quirk I looked up doesn't act like mine does – that is, producing a substance to cause the transformation – but calling myself an emitter type seems wrong too because emitters don't usually transform people." I noted, slowly letting some gas off of my body to power up the suit, to let the strength and speed enhancing elements power up. I'd detail how they did that exactly but when I tried to all I got was a headache. "Worst part is that I still got stuck with the limits of where the gas came from too."

"Which is?" Sato asked… even as he kept an eye on the door, one hand reaching into his pockets and pulling out a canister of what I presume is pure sugar.

I flexed my hands slowly, and then let small bursts of gas come out of each pipe in turn, essentially testing the systems. No problems so far, and they seem to be responding well enough to any level of pressure. "If I let out a spread without enough concentration, it's basically another version of smoke that's just harder to breathe in but usually thinner." I admitted "But if it's concentrated enough, people can be turned into 'Smash' monsters… or flat-out vaporized, depending on how well they can resist certain levels."

"Definitely sounds more emitter when you put it like that." Sato pointed out. "How do you know you aren't going to… well, vaporize anyone?"

I nodded in reply. There was a reason I stuck to transformation though. One for All is literally the only example I know of an emitter Quirk that can change the user's body. "The suit has built-in systems to warn me when I'm using too much gas in an area. Which is good because only most people are what is classified-" By Yubi despite my attempt to change it to not be so evil sounding "-as Hazard Level 2. They turn into a monster, but aside from temporary amnesia afterwards they should be fine unless they take a second dose of gas."

Sato raised an eyebrow in response to that. "So, wait, what about Level 1?"

"Theoretically? The sick or weaker types." I noted grimly as I started to approach the weapon. Aoyama would likely laser his way in, but I wouldn't put it past Mina to try something sneaky. "As soon as they're knocked out of the transformation, their human bodies are unable to contain the leftover gas and vaporize. That's why I'm careful about using the gas, I don't want someone who has a cold to end up with a case of the deads."

Granted, there are more Hazard Levels than that in the show, but I haven't got a good way to measure someone's Hazard Level and as a result, I don't know anyone who could be classified as level 3 or higher. I don't know if I'm classified as level 3! Still, Sato seems to be facing the door and-

… the floor feels soft- Shit! "Mina's melting the floor here!" I called out as I grabbed the 'nuke' and lifted it out of the way while jumping back- just in time for Aoyama to blast down the door and into the room with his navel laser, sending Sato flying back towards the wall and hitting it hard before falling down the now melted hole in the floor! "Sato!"

"I'll be alright, make sure Aoyama-" Sato is cut off by a grunt as he's clearly fighting Mina at this point. "-doesn't get the weapon!"

"Oh? You want to try and stop my fabulous sparkle? Just try it~ " Aoyama insisted before another beam of bright light lanced out towards me. I tossed the 'nuke' to the side and crouched, the beam barely racing over my head as Aoyama rushed in and- oh clever, he used his own laser as a distraction. Shame it's not going to work.

The vents hissed and a chorus of hisses sounded off as I fired my body forwards, leaving behind a somewhat concealing mist as I did. I lashed out and hit Aoyama straight on in the chest, knocking the fantastic faux-Frenchman backwards. "Nice trick. But if you think your sparkle is all you need to get it; you'll never get the weapon before it goes off." I noted, deciding to see if I could outdo Iida in the 'act like a villain' part. And the first part for that was to let loose another burst – this time of thinner gas to blanket the area. My visor is designed to see better in darkened areas and the Nebula Gas doesn't show up all that much in the night vision, letting me move around faster than Aoyama was likely expecting. As he was sent back to the floor with another punch, I rushed out to capitalize on it… only for Aoyama to fire out his laser from several points on his body, the one from his belt hitting me straight on, sending me sprawling onto the floor.

Sato was not having an easy time fighting Mina. While he was already pretty strong without eating any Sugar, he wasn't having any now because he knew that not only would Mina take advantage and race out of the room if he did, but she'd also likely keep just out of reach. Endurance matches were not a strong point of his, and while usually he'd have landed a punch or two by now, Mina's acid made it hard for him to hit her… and in turn, he'd only barely dodged a few of her acid splashes.

He stood by the door and Mina slid towards him. She launched an uppercut at him which he blocked with one arm. His other struck out for a powerful punch that Mina had to slide back to avoid. She was trying to bait him out into her goop, he knew that, but he wasn't going to give up the solid ground advantage so easily. She raced back in and lashed out with a low kick. Sato leaped into the air to avoid it and stomped down as he landed before he followed up with a powerful strike down with his right arm which forced her back a bit and gave him a moment to breathe

Still, Mina raced towards him, acid pooled in her hand. Sato dodged to the side to get out of the way… only for Mina to keep going through and out into the hallway! Crap! He couldn't let her get up to the next floor or Nebulos would be outnumbered!

He ran after her and downed a canister of sugar in the process… and that's when he had an idea that was probably the sugar talking – but it might just work. He rounded a corner, following Mina's acid trail… but as he did, he grabbed onto the corner of the corridor he was rounding and then PULLED! Propelled by the kinetic energy of his own muscles and sliding on the trail of low-powered acid, he cocked his fist back. "SUGAR CRASH!" Sato declared. Mina spun around as he called that out only for his fist to slam into her, sending Mina skidding across the floor and into a nearby wall.

I heard Sato yell something out and clenched my fists. So far, we were at a stalemate. I'd attack Aoyama while his stomach hurt, he'd laser me back soon after, and all that seemed to change was what happened if I used any mist. He'd try to get closer to the weapon, I'd block and.

"I think it's time we finished this dance~ " Aoyama noted before all of the lenses on his knightly outfit started to glow! "Au revoir~ " Suddenly the navel lasers shot out in all directions and struck out against the walls and the ceiling. But why, that doesn't make-

And then I heard a rumble and a crashing sound as suddenly bits of the ceiling started to fall. Aoyama, still flinched from the beams, forced his way forward as parts of the ceiling started to fall on me! I glanced up quickly and could feel my jaw drop in my helmet. Aoyama had blasted over the fight in enough places to make specific parts of the ceiling come down because he knows I have a gas Quirk. It's a good plan if he had known one more detail…

I started to run – not towards the weapon, but towards Aoyama! Bits of ceiling fell towards me, but I launched out punch after punch at them as they came near, knocking each aside. All the while as I ran, I started to gather pressure. I could feel it building in two specific vents, something difficult enough to keep going while I power the rest of the suit. As I did, I launched myself at Aoyama!

Aoyama, seeing me leap towards him, broke into a slide so I'd glide over him… but that's fine. I didn't need to grab him. I reach down with both arms and grab onto the shining and sparkling cape, seemingly immune to dust and grime (but not acid according to that burn on it). The sudden force of me grabbing it pulled Aoyama away from the weapon but flipped me in the air and forced me down onto the ground. I breathed out hard… but forced myself to suck a breath in as I pulled myself to my feet and opened the vents.

Instead of gas firing out from all cylinders, it just fired out of the two vents with angry sounding hisses, sending me spinning… and as a result of my grip being firmly on Aoyama's cape, started to pull him into the spin too. Admittedly this move is a last-ditch effort that's going to leave me as dizzy as Aoyama after, but I gritted my teeth and just kept myself going into the spin before letting Aoyama loose… and with a groan collapsed onto my back on the floor. For a moment the room spun, and I groaned as I rolled myself onto my chest. I looked up and saw that Aoyama was starting to pull himself to his feet. I groaned and forced my arms down beneath me to force myself up-

"Time up! Villain team wins!" All Might suddenly announced.

And with that, I let out a groan and collapsed back to the ground. My shoulder felt SORE after that last spin move so I doubt I'd have gotten up in time anyway. "Good plan there." I moaned out. "I honestly didn't see it coming."

Aoyama simply kept up his smile and a thumbs up… before collapsing down onto the ground. I suppose the spin cycle wasn't fun for him either.

I let out another tired groan as I walked back into the classroom. All Might had insisted that, between Aoyama and I, we see Recovery Girl before going back to class. Fortunately for Aoyama, he was just a bit sore from overtaxing his stomach, but Recovery Girl had… words for me.

"Don't you dare use that much force on just one part of your body! The fact you didn't dislocate or damage your shoulder is a minor miracle!"

So… some ideas aren't fantastic. The worst part was that while Mina had taken some hard hits from Sato, none of them amounted to anything more than a bruise that she planned to let heal over the next couple of days and only reinforcing my image that this world is still seen as anime and manga in other places. At least it's not One Piece or Dragon Ball levels.

But it meant when I stumbled back into the classroom, I was feeling groggy, to say the least, and happy to have put my costume away already. Even if it meant I was back in the suit, the costume was a bit too much temptation to overuse my Quirk.

"Oh hey, you're back," Sato noted with a grin. "Heard about how you dealt with Aoyama, nice job!"

I put on a sheepish smile. "I don't think I'll be pulling it again. Recovery Girl healed most of the damage I did to myself, but it still feels sore." I admitted, slowly rolling my left shoulder as I did. "But from what I heard you improvised a super move, nice work!"

Sato chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I dunno how I'd use it without help, but if it works it works!"

"It was pretty smart," Mina admitted with a pout. "Shoulda thought of doin' it myself."

I hummed at that. "Well if you ask me not everyone used their Quirks in the best ways anyway," I admitted. "I mean, aside from what I said with Todoroki earlier… Mina-chan, what kind of acid do you secrete anyway?"

Mina blinked at that. "Uh… it's just been my sort of acid. I can adjust how powerful the acidity is, how thick, how sticky…" She listed.

My jaw dropped with an audible 'thunk' inside the suit. "Mina… are you saying you could emulate, or improve, on any kind of acid?" I asked, dumbfounded.

And at that Yaroyozu Momo actually stumbled slightly mid-step. "She can do what?" Yaroyozu asked in shock.

"I mean… maybe? How many types of acid are there?" Mina questioned.

I resist the urge to slap my helmet. Right, 19th in the midterms, I think. I shot a look over to Yaroyozu. "Yaroyozu-san, you wouldn't happen to have any books on acids you could give her?" I queried, only to be replied with a shake of the head as I snapped my fingers, making an odd squeaky sound. "Mina, there's a kind of acid that's so strong jumping into a pool wouldn't get it off of you. You could be one of the strongest heroes in raw power if you could improve on that."

By this point, the whole class had gone silent, and a few of them were looking at me. "That's a lot to say Nebulos-san, but consider what Bakugou-san, Todoroki-san, and Midoriya-san can do," Ojiro noted.

Oh no, I'm not going to let this slide by. Besides if they're listening and I'm on a roll… "Well I mean I've had to think about using my Quirk in weird ways to make use of it, so I think about these things," I admitted. "Like your Tail, it works for martial arts, but why not try to go full monkey style with it? Or use it to jump further?"

Ojiro smiled at that. "I'm actually working on the first one, it just takes a lot of strength to do what monkeys do." He sheepishly said.

Fair enough but… another example, another example – ah, actually! "Yaroyozu-san, you created objects one at a time and put them out… have you ever tried creating an object and launching it at the same time?" I queried.

"Not really," Yaroyozu admitted. "I preferred to just be prepared beforehand."

Iida slammed a fist into his other hand. "I see what you're getting at Nebulos-san. It would let her react faster to sudden changes, correct?" Iida suggested.

"Exactly!" Well, that and make Batarangs. "But… that's about all I can think of right now."

"Well if we're doing Quirk suggestion time!" Hagakure insisted. "Sero, is your tape single or double-sided?"

Sero blinked and hummed. "Y'know, I've only ever let loose single sided-tape, but it would make trapping people easier…"

The whole class started to devolve into individual discussions on Quirks and the fights. And honestly, it made me smile and eased me a bit. I could still feel the tension of what was going to happen in a couple of days but… for now, I could at least try to relax.