Author's Note: Yes, this is a fast upload. Frankly after Chapter 7 I felt on a role and pushed myself through Sunday to get this done, knowing it'd be a smaller chapter. Don't expect Chapter 9 to be out this fast. The USJ is something to look out for.

Despite my best efforts to steady myself, I was still nervous over the next couple of days going to U.A. It wasn't just for the USJ… but for another reason entirely. After everyone started heading home yesterday Aizawa-sensei had taken me aside…

"Are you sure that the USJ is the target of their attack?" Aizawa asked.

I blinked at that, stunned. I wasn't expecting Aizawa of all people to question that. "I'm… pretty sure, yes. The way the events went, there was the exercise, some problems with reporters and then the day after the reporters, the USJ." I noted… and stilled as I saw Aizawa freeze briefly. "W-why?"

"We've gone over the schedule for when the USJ Rescue exercise is meant to happen," Aizawa noted. "It's in three days' time. You said it would be two."

I gaped at that. I had missed that? Was there a detail I hadn't remembered or hadn't written down about that? Or was it just vague when that happened?

"Are you certain about everything else you remember?" Aizawa asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not saying you lied, but if you're insistent we have to still do this I want to make sure every detail is right."

I gulped as I could almost feel the wave of tension roll off him. Aizawa was clearly not happy about having to risk the lives of students and… being honest I've been finding the concept less and less palatable too. But this is the only way to push on to the eventual attempt on Bakugou, and to pull out All for One… I slowly let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding in. "The story sometimes skimmed over some details, and even when I wrote my book, it had been a while since I had looked at the start of the story in detail," I admitted. "But the rest… the big names, the scenario, what I saw happen… I'm far surer about those."

Aizawa looked me dead in the eyes, and for a moment I thought he was going to use his Quirk on me… but he slowly let go of my shoulder and sighed. "It's a tense situation… I just wanted to make sure." Aizawa said. "Go home and get some rest. We'll sort out the plan for the USJ."

I want to put my faith in that. I honestly do. But I've read and seen so much when it comes to that scenario. So much that could go wrong. So much that c-

And then there's a duo of light chops to the back of my neck. "What has you zoning out this time?" Mei asked incredulously.

Neito nodded. "I've met Aizawa-sensei and I know how… intense his lessons can be, but you had All Might yesterday. What's making you so gloomy right now?" Neito asked

Ah, crap. The two people who can read me like a book and they've both got an amazing read on me. I'm about to speak up… and then I clamp my mouth down and let out a feral sounding growl. Neito and Mei's heads turned to look ahead… and Neito grinned while Mei sighed. Crowded around just in front of the U.A. campus was a mob of reporters and cameramen. No, sorry, not reporters. Paparazzi.

"You two are going to do that, again aren't you?" Mei questioned.

Neito simply grinned a little wider. "Why whatever do you mean Mei-chan? We're just going to give our honest opinions of these people." He insisted. Neito had always shown a bit of a dim view for the news media, insisting more than once that the reason people have such bad opinions on less flashy Quirks is because of them

"Besides, they're almost certainly here for All Might," I grumbled. My issues were a bit worse, I had looked into journalism in my last life and what I had realized had given me an eternal, burning hatred for paparazzi and any journalist who would stoop low enough to become a "chase down a story" type. Those who would print half-truths for the sake of views over telling the real story. If it hadn't been for that interview with Taro, I'm pretty sure I'd still be labelled as the monster-making kid. "They aren't going to be interested in your inventions. Not even the Sparklehammer."

"Sweet Baby Prototype #3 has been repurposed anyway," Mei replied. "Showed it to Power Loader-sensei yesterday, and he suggested some ideas that gave me inspiration! He said I have potential."

"Potential for greatness or to blow up the school?" I questioned.

"Probably both," Mei admitted. Still, as we made our way forward, Neito started to pull ahead, and I could only smile. There was just one thing that Monoma Neito did when he came across media mobs like this… he decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.

"Oh, a student!" One of the reporters noted. "You there, what's school like with All Might as a teacher?"

"Is it true that he's using U.A. as a measuring point for new sidekicks?" A second reporter asked.

A third reporter clambered to the front of the crowd as we approached the school "Is he really here to hide from something?" And the questions keep coming…

"Is he trying to woo one of the teachers here?"

"Is he trying to mould one of you into the new Symbol of Peace?"

Eventually, Neito stopped just shy of the gates… and smirked. "So, you want to know about All Might, huh?" He asked.

"Yes, anything you'd be willing to tell us!" Another reporter shouted as they thrust a mic forward… and as Mei tapped at the side of her goggles, pulling them down over her eyes in the process.

At that, the copycat leaned back slightly. "Ahrerere, well…" Neito stated. "I was just wondering. Because it's the duty of the press to present fair and honestly presented stories, to present the truth, right? And I was just thinking that ambushing students and scrounging for any possible information you can get out of students seems wrong right? When your ethics say you should use a reliable, non-pressured source instead of delaying students and forcing them to be late right?"

I chuckled and walked forwards. "Oh, don't worry about that, we can't blame them for acting like that!" I insisted… before I turned to face the reporters. "They're just looking for a story by any means, aren't they? The sort of journalistic vultures who threw out their own ethics to create sensationalism, who'd rather declare a scandal than report the truth right? But it seems weird right? That they'd toss out any respectability to just be popular?"

"Ahrere, more like rats scrounging at any little scrap they can find?"

"Parasitic leeches who are only satisfied once they have what they want, not the truth?"

"Oh, and so much more. And it's not like All Might has his own agency they could contact right?"

"Why should they have to resort to official statements from the agency or the man himself?"

"Well every moment of All Might's life needs to be known to the world doesn't it?"

"Oh yes, a hero needs to be hounded for attention at every step, a great example for up and coming students!"

"Why should they have any public life at all?"

"And they're even drawing attention to where All Might is!"

"Oh yes, what if some villain decides to attack the school to get to All Might? Wouldn't they have caused it?"

"Who cares about damaging education and endangering lives for a good scandal right?"

"Ahrererere~?"/"Ahrererere~?"

At that some of the reporters looked more than a bit annoyed at the accusations, some of them even looking on the edge of yelling, while others looked crestfallen and at least one or two were trying to avoid eye contact, clearly our barbs having stung a bit too close to home. But as we finished the laugh just slightly out of sync… both Neito and I turned on the spot and walked inside the gates, soon followed by Mei who had one of the bigger grins I've seen from her on her faces.

"It has been a while since I've seen you cut loose like that Neito!" Mei noted with a slight giggle. "And even longer since I saw you join in Andros. What was it… the English teacher last year?"

"Two years ago," Neito noted with a smirk. "Because Andros lost his temper."

I rolled my eyes in the suit at that. "Yes, and the teacher deciding to test me with the age-old Buffalo phrase didn't deserve it?" I shot back

"Oh no, it entirely did, it's why I joined in," Neito explained. "I take it you recorded it though Mei?"

Mei giggled sinisterly at that. "Recorded, editing, will send you two the final versions and then upload it during homeroom." She insisted… before I wrapped my arms around their shoulders.

"You two are awesome." I simply said with a big fat grin on my face. At the very least it made me feel better.

I gawked at how enthusiastic everyone in Class 1- A were that day. Seriously? You're this excited to be Class President? While I kinda got it from my old life, where I had been… less than popular at school, I was honestly dumbfounded by the idea now. I suppose a few years with stable friends in both lives kinda… lessened the need for me to be validated.

"If I'm elected all skirts will be at a maximum length of 30cm!"

And suddenly I have a reason! I turn my head sharply to look at the purple ball headed pervert that is Minoru Mineta. A guy with endless potential to be a powerful containment hero or even a rescue hero… and he puts it down by showing such a perverted personality. I get being a bit of a perv, but he's letting his actions be dictated by his hormones to a stupid degree!

"If I'm elected, I'll force Mineta to wear a dress!" I declared, before shooting a dark look at him. "Seriously dude, you crossed a line there."

Thankfully before Mineta could respond –

"SILENCE PLEASE!" Iida spoke up. "It is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others! It's not just a job for anyone who wants to do it. It's a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a leader… we should hold an election to choose one." Admittedly while he declared this his hand was stubbornly stuck up in the air, but I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm for the idea at least.

"Why pick that?" Kaminari asked.

"We haven't known each other that long, so nobody really trusts each other." Tsyu pointed out.

"And besides, everyone will just vote for themselves then," Kirishima noted.

"Then why not outlaw that?" I asked. "Make it so nobody can vote for themselves, so then we have a leader who was picked by a majority of the students without anyone being distracted by self-interest?"

Iida snapped a hand towards me. "An excellent suggestion Nebulos-san! What do you think, Aizawa-sensei?" He questioned.

"I don't care. Just decide before the end of homeroom." Aizawa muttered… before zipping up his sleeping back and lying down. I blinked as he did and just sighed. U.A. definitely had the most eccentric teachers. Still, I hum and consider who to vote for… before smiling.

And the results soon came in and were… fairly interesting. Bakugou had no votes to his name, along with a couple of others in the class, and while I had a single vote to my name – shockingly enough – I was more excited by the top 3.

Tenya Iida, Izuku Midoriya and Momo… Yaoyorozu? Huh, I thought it was Yaroyozu… guess that's what happens when I stick to just my recollection of things, I probably should stop spacing out during stuff like results and conversations or I wouldn't make that mistake. Anyway, each of them got 2 votes.

"Who voted for Deku?!" Bakugou yelled. "And better yet, why did nobody vote for me?"

"You do tend to just get angry at the drop of a hat dude," Sero noted. "Not exactly leader material."

Bakugou growled… and I thought to myself. A three-way tie? Seems like Iida didn't consider what that meant, especially from the way he was cupping his chin. We don't have much more homeroom time either… oh, I know! I go to speak and-

"Aizawa-sensei! Seeing as there's a tie, could we delay the Class Rep vote to tomorrow, a new vote to decide between our candidates?" Hagakure asked, sleeve raised into the air.

"It will have to do," Aizawa noted dully. "Homeroom time is almost up."

The air almost seemed to become tense at that as attention was focused on the three candidates… and I couldn't help but gulp. Kinda glad that's not me right now.

Lunch was fast becoming my favourite time of day, if only for the lovely taste that is the delectable treats of Lunch Rush. I grinned to myself as I walked back over to the nearest table I could see to where Neito is. Karaage, Karaage, I got myself Karaage~. You might laugh, but I genuinely love the Japanese Fried Chicken. With rice, with veg, with anything, just give me some Karaage and I'll probably love it.

I just hummed on my way to the table, spotting Mina having already picked one with Neito and Kendo at it already. "Hey everyone… Mei not here?" I questioned.

"Hatsume-san hasn't shown up yet, no," Kendo noted, being seated right next to me right now and opposite Neito, with Mina opposite me. "Do you think she was held back in class?"

Neito looked over at me and I looked back… and we both sighed in unison. "Probably not," I admitted.

"It's far more likely that she managed to convince one of the teachers to let her spend extra time in the workshop," Neito grumbled.

"And that's… bad?" Mina asked.

Neito and I glanced at each other. "Nah… you don't think?" I suggested

"Not on the third day, second after we told her not to." Neito agreed.

Kendo and Mina glanced at each other. "I think it might be less scary to assume they know what they're talking about and leave it at that," Kendo noted.

"Yeah, they act like she's going to blow something up!" Mina giggled… to the deafening silence of Neito and me. "She… isn't going to blow anything up, is she?"

"Not yet I think," I admitted.

"Yet?!" Kendo and Mina half-yelled.

And then there was the attempted invasion of private property by the paparazzi. While there isn't really much I could say about it aside from being EXTREMELY glad that I had my suit on at the time, it did make me feel a bit of a dark overcast to the rest of lunch. That invasion of the U.A. grounds meant that the schedule for the USJ has been taken… or at the least, the traitor has leaked the information, depending on if there is one. It was a piece of information I left at the back of my big book of the future, but it wasn't one I was discarding too quickly.

But unlike what I remembered from the anime, what I had recorded down… there was no extra homeroom time. We just went on and continued with classes afterwards. Either I had been remembering things wrong… or because the anime and manga could cut out unnecessary details, I don't have a timeline for everything, or at least nothing more than an approximate one.

And honestly, that probably scared me a little more than the idea that the USJ was only a couple of days away.

Fortunately, thanks to the help of being ABSOLUTELY INCONSIDERATE yesterday, there was no media flash-mob outside of the gates the next day, letting me just relax a bit, even if I was occasionally having to use the storage tank on my suit. I honestly only half heard the conversation that Neito and Mei had as we made our way to school, even when I tried to focus.

It was when homeroom came around again that something else could distract me… namely, the tiebreaker. But as we waited for everyone to file into class, I walked up towards Iida. "Hey, I heard what you did yesterday. Quick thinking!" I admitted, giving him a thumbs up.

Iida nodded and smiled… huh, first time I've seen him smile. He didn't do that much at first, did he? "Thank you, but it's what any of you would have done in the same position." Iida confided. "I just try to live up to the standards of U.A."

I shook my head… and then realized that it probably doesn't show that well with the helmet, so I wagged my finger back and forth too. "It's more than that, I think. You always seem to be the most organized out of any of us. Fastest to respond to a situation, fastest to bring order to class, you came up with the idea of voting…"

"You were the one to suggest not letting people vote for themselves though." Iida countered.

I waved that down. "First thing that came to mind honestly. I voted for you for a reason." I confessed.

Iida raised an eyebrow. "Really? I'm honoured you think I'd do well as class president." Iida stated.

And I just smiled back. "After yesterday? I know so." I insisted.

"Well, he's not the only one to be well organized." I looked to the side and saw that Sato stood nearby and smiled. "The way you planned out your fight against Aoyama got me to vote for you Nebulos-san."

"You can call me Andros," I noted. "And… really? Wow, I… thanks Sato-san." Honestly, I was kinda at a loss for words at that. I barely knew the man and yet he put that much faith in me.

"I couldn't decide who to vote fooor." Hagakure half-whined. "So, I didn't vote."

"Absentee voters, the failure of democracy!" I declared dramatically… before Mina stepped over and lightly chopped me on the back of the neck. "Wha- how do you know that?"

"Monoma-kun told me," Mina stated with a guilty grin.

Suffice to say the second election wasn't that close run of a thing. While Iida probably still voted for Izuku, and Momo managed to get at least three votes with me joining in, Iida got basically every other vote. Not much of a shock really, but it made the progression fairly simple.

And looking at how strong my classmates are. How strong they are emotionally, physically, and with their Quirks… I think I can trust them. I think everything will be alright.

In a bar hidden away in Kamino Ward, Yokohama, calls were going out back and forth as a white-haired man wearing a hand on his face organized the biggest potential surge of villainous activity to happen in a few years. It was exciting really, for him to see Shigaraki get to show how well he could organize people. Still, he looked down at the information they had of who was at U.A. No significant faces aside from one or two victims of villains and-

He stopped and looked at one image in particular. One that sparked a memory to him. A memory of failure. Of humiliation. Of the one person who had managed to slip away from him.

"Shigaraki Tomura. A moment?" He asked. Shigaraki slowly looked up from the game he had been distracting himself with while waiting for a call back, a turn-based roleplay game if he wasn't mistaken. Shigaraki did seem to enjoy those the most. "I've noticed a familiar face among the students. If that student is at the operation tomorrow, I'd like to use some of our forces to… deal with him."

Shigaraki stared at him for a moment. "A face that's familiar to you… Kurogiri, this has to do with your failure five years ago doesn't it?" Shigaraki questioned… and then continued without waiting for an answer. "It's your side quest Kurogiri. Your optional party member… or bonus boss."

Sometimes Kurogiri found it hard to decipher what Shigaraki said. Sometimes he found the terms nonsensical when Shigaraki could have explained more clearly without them. But on this occasion, he understood exactly what Shigaraki was saying.

If this Nebulos Andros was at the USJ… it was his choice to recruit or kill the young man. The one who had made sure that he had failed despite All for One putting his faith in him. They wouldn't even need the Nomu if that boy had joined them but…

Kurogiri sighed. No. Now wasn't the time to lose his temper. That could wait until tomorrow.