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Foreign Questions That I Can't Understand

By: bunnyscribe (AO3)

Izuku finds his experiences at U.A. strange, to say the least.

For example, when he answers a question in class, he can feel eyes on him, but that's all there are. Just glances from respectful classmates, not judgemental stares for a boy deemed less than a person. And later, when he walks to the cafeteria, the other students in the hallway don't recognize him as someone to avoid. Some even smile at him.

But the weirdest thing of all-

"Oi, Deku! Mob!"

-is having friends.

Izuku glances over his shoulder at Mob, who has started dutifully following him around campus. He can't find it in himself to say it to him, but it's extremely comforting to have the other boy there. He's a strong, steady, almost silent presence that seems almost unfazed by anything. It compliments Izuku in a way he wouldn't have expected. And guessing by the way Mob has been trailing behind him, Izuku suspects Mob likes being with him as much as he likes being with Mob.

Izuku shoots Mob a smile, glancing back and forth between the table and him. Mob stares blankly back.

Izuku tries again. "Do you want to go sit with them again?"

Mob glances over at the cafeteria table where Uraraka, Sero, and Iida sit. Sero is sitting down with a wide grin, watching as Iida tries to convince Uraraka to get down from the chair she's standing on to flag them down.

"Of course," Mob says. "Why wouldn't we?"

"Just making sure," Izuku says smiling, reveling in the novelty of it all.

When they get over to the table, Iida is lecturing a bashful looking Uraraka about proper table etiquette. Meanwhile, Sero's leaning back in his chair, his feet sitting on the table, escaping Iida's notice for now.

"Hey guys," Izuku says. He hesitates before sitting down at one of the empty chairs, having another momentary pang of fear that everyone will stand up and leave the second that he sits down. It isn't like something like this hasn't happened before, people pretending to be his friends only to leave him or deciding that hanging out with him attracts too much negative attention.

Then Mob sits down, and that makes it a little easier for Izuku to follow his lead.

Uraraka turns to them, seeming glad to have the distraction. "Hey!" she says, ignoring Iida's sputtering. "We were wondering what was taking you guys so long!"

"We were looking around," Mob says.

"Ahh, I know. It's such a nice campus isn't it?" Uraraka says, throwing her arms up in her excitement. "It's the fanciest place I've ever been in my life!"

Mob nods. "Me too."

"Well," Iida says, after taking a moment to get himself together again. Izuku is finally starting to get used to how intense his stare is, though he's still a bit uncomfortable when it falls on him. "I'm glad you all are enjoying the campus so much, but our heroics class is after this. It's important to get the proper nutrition for whatever comes up next, and- Have your feet been on the table the entire time?!"

Sero snickers, "Was wondering when you'd notice.

Uraraka interrupts before Iida can get started on another rant. "So!" she looks towards Izuku. "How does it feel to be Mr. President?"

Izuku blushes, almost wishing the attention had just stayed on Iida and Sero instead.

Izuku was still having trouble believing in his new found position. Two other people besides himself have enough faith in him and believed he is competent enough to be class president. And just like that he is. It's a surreal feeling and leaves Izuku feeling a strange combination of embarrassed, excited, and ashamed. He had fooled people into thinking he was better than he was, and he's not quite sure how to feel about that.

He brings his hands halfway up in an aborted motion to cover his face. "A-Ah, we-well, it's...surprising I guess?" He looks at each of their faces individually, scanning for any sort of judgment. "I-I'm kinda nervous though, I don't know if I can handle it."

"You can do it," Mob and Uraraka say at the same time Iida says, "Worry not."

"Yeah, don't sweat it, man," Sero says, waving his doubts off. "You're so ridiculously earnest, almost makes me wish I voted for you instead of myself."

Uraraka starts immediately laughing, almost loud enough that it covers up the shocked noise that comes from Iida's throat. "Well, that answers that question I guess!" she says smacking her palms on the table. "And I'm gonna guess that...you were the other vote for Deku, right Mob?"

Mob looks up from his food. "Oh no," he says blandly. "I voted for Iida."

"It was you?!" Iida shouts with enough energy that he rockets right out of his seat. The rest of the table looks between the two of them.

Izuku can't help the vague pang of hurt that he feels in his chest. He had believed that Mob was one of those votes, however unfair that might've seemed. They had been friends months now and to know he wasn't the second vote stings.

"Oh," Uraraka says, looking baffled. "So you voted for Deku then Iida?"

"Of course," Iida says in a tone that suggests the fact should be obvious. He gestures, chopping the air with his hand. "While I desired the position, it was overwhelmingly clear to me that after his actions in both the entrance exam and the battle exercise that Midoriya as a more suitable candidate."

"Why'd you vote for Iida then, Mob?" Sero asks. "Would've thought for sure that Midoriya had your vote with how close you are."

Mob hums, bring his index finger to his chin and staring blankly at Iida while he considers the question. "He has glasses," is what he eventually settles on. Izuku blinks at him.

"His glasses?" the rest of the table asks in perfect sync.

Mob nods sagely. "His glasses look like the kind a class president would wear."

The answer is so ridiculous that Izuku immediately can't even find it in himself to be upset anymore. Everyone at the table looks at each other in varying degrees of surprise. Then Uraraka makes a noise like air hissing out of a balloon, and before Izuku knows it he's cackling alongside Sero and Uraraka.

"This isn't funny!" Iida says. "Voting for class president is a serious matter!"

Mob looks at them all and tilts his head, looking vaguely puzzled.

Uraraka reaches out, weakly grasping at Iida's coat. "Your face-Ohmygod-Your face!" she says before dissolving into giggles again.

"By the way," Sero says when the laughter dies down. "I've been meaning to ask you Iida, are you rich?"

Iida, who had been halfway into the motion of sitting back down, slips and hits the chair with a thud. "What brings on that question?" he asks, voice rising a pitch.

"Oh, I could see that,"Uraraka says. "The way you talk, it's like a rich kid! Ya'know with all the…" She wiggles in her seat, stiffening herself out and puffing her chest out. "'Worry not!' and the 'befitting of this great establishment'," she says in a terrible imitation of Iida's voice.

Iida sighs, "I don't like telling anyone this, but…"

Everyone at the table besides Mob leans a little forward.

"I am the second son of a famous family of heroes," he says, pushing his glasses up. He looks kind of proud to say it, a small smile forming on his face that Izuku has never seen before. "I am assuming you all know Ingenium, correct?"

"Yeah," Sero says, "that dude with all the sidekicks?"

"Right," Iida says with a small smile. "That is my brother."

"That's so cool!" Izuku says, beaming up at him. "Have you ever worked alongside him as an apprentice sidekick?"

Iida gives him an odd look, "No, of course not. That's illegal until I get my provisional license. The government would surely step in if my brother even attempted to allow such a thing."

Izuku suddenly feels a little lost. "Wait," he says, turning to Mob. "How do you work for Reigen then? If that's illegal?"

"Oh," Mob says. "That's easy." He takes another bite of his rice, before putting his chopsticks down. "My Master doesn't work for the government."

Izuku hesitates, his own chopsticks halfway up to his mouth. He can feel the atmosphere at the table change and glances around to see the reactions of the others. Uraraka and Sero both just look surprised, but Iida looks plain offended.

"How does he get paid then?" Sero asks slowly.

"He collects pay from clients," Mob says.

"That's not legal in the slightest!" Iida booms. "Why, that takes integrity away from the institution of heroes themselves. Heroism became a government-run job for this exact reason, no one should have to be charged to be protected!" He gestures angrily towards Mob, "Why would you even agree to work under such a man? Is he even a real hero?!"

Mob cocks his head. "My master is a real hero, he helps a lot of people." The words are almost said reflexively as if Mob has had to repeat them hundreds of times. He pauses after that, and Izuku, who has gotten slightly better at reading the other boy, can see him processing the rest of what Iida had said.

"Well, it doesn't seem-" Iida starts, but Izuku cuts him off with a wave of his hand.

"Ho-Hold on," he says. "Give him a second to think."

Mob blinks. He turns to Izuku and his lips quirk in a little half-smile that warms Izuku to the core for a reason he can't explain. Then the moment passes, Izuku left to deal with the confusing aftermath, and Mob turns back to Iida. "My master says that heroes don't get paid by the government in Spice City. I think it's too poor for that. My master first concern is helping people, the pay comes afterward. I don't know too much, I just help him." He hums. "Sorry I can't answer better."

"Mob's right," Izuku says, still a little dazed and accidentally interrupts whatever Iida was about to say next. "The city government cut all funding for heroes in the city, there's nothing left for them there unless they come in from cities surrounding it to help. I'm sure Reigen is more asking for donations than an actually pay."

Izuku had done more extensive research into Spice City since talking to Reigen about it and had actually found it was a rather sad story. It had been a rather big tourist attraction many years ago, boasting beautiful architecture, interesting attractions, and a wide array of innovative, upcoming chefs. Its popularity had risen too quickly however and this combination attracted many different types of villains. Before the city could hire more heroes, everyone with the funds to do so booked it from the city, taking any sort of revenue that would help the city pay for its protection with them. The city was then forced to declare bankruptcy and had been falling apart ever since then.

Izuku couldn't help but feel bad for the civilians who lived there. He could imagine why Mob had such admiration for Reigen if he had to grow up like that.

Iida looks a lot more solemn than he did previously. "I had not considered those kinds of factors," he says, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth and glaring at the table in thought. He looks up at Mob, "I'm sorry if I offended you."

"It's ok," Mob says. "I don't mind."

An alarm suddenly starts to screech.

.-.-.

There's not really any preamble to it. One morning Takenaka just shows up in front of Mob's gate as he and Ritsu are walking out. "My school's the stop after yours," Takenaka explains without greeting them. "It'd be a lot more awkward to keep meeting on the train by accident."

Takenaka looks expectant and Mob knows better than to say no to him.

After that, he has been standing outside when Mob leaves his house every morning, without fail. They walk to the train together, sit together, and ride back and forth together. They're usually a pretty silent duo, more than content to just enjoy each other's company with no more than the occasional chatter.

"So what even goes on in hero school?" Takenaka asks as they're headed home that day, leaning forward and resting more on his knees. "Is it even like, school? Do you do anything normal?"

Mob thinks about it. "We voted for class president today," he tells him because that seems normal enough. "It was Midoriya, but now it's Iida."

"Why such a quick change?" Takenaka asks, raising an eyebrow.

"There was a break in. Iida handled it very well so Midoriya gave him the position."

There's a prolonged silence, long enough that even Mob has a chance to notice it. He glances over towards Takenaka and finds the other boy staring at him with his face screwed up.

Takenaka brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighs. "You give me such a headache. Do you even know how you sound most of the time?"

Mob stares at him, trying to puzzle out what he's missed. He can't. "Sorry," he says. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't," Takenaka says. "You're just real oblivious as per usual." He throws his head back, hand falling down to his lap. He glances at Mob out of the corner of his eye. "Wanna explain how someone broke into your heavily guarded, extremely protected high school full of pro heroes?"

"I don't know," Mob says. "I know it was the press that got in. The gate was destroyed but I don't know how."

"They didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Is anyone at least investigating it?"

"I don't know."

Takenaka groans. "God," he says, voice exhausted. "I hate rich people."

"Ahh," Mob says. "Is it really the fact that they're rich though? Or just not very helpful?"

Takenaka blinks, turning towards him. Mob's lips quirk up into a polite smile that makes Takenaka laugh. He counts it as a victory.

"You haven't told me about your classes though," Mob says. The train hits a bump, lurching everyone to the right. "How is your school going?"

Takenaka pauses, looking contemplatively down to at his feet. Mob gives him a few moments to get his thoughts together. "It's going pretty good so far," he says finally. "No one ever told me becoming a psychiatrist was going to be as hard as it, especially with a quirk like mine that has the potential to break so many patient-doctor confidentiality laws."

"You should talk to my master," Mob says. "He knows all about the law."

Takenaka scoffs. "We'll see about that."

The train rolls up to their stop a few minutes later, the few passengers that actually live in Inner Spice City exiting out of it in different amounts of hurry. Mob and Takenaka walk side by side in silence out of it and up the street, just like they normally do, but at the place where they're supposed to separate, Takenaka keeps walking with him.

"Are you not going home?" Mob asks him.

"Nah," Takenaka says. "I'm gonna make sure you get home first."

"I know where I live though," Mob says, completely straight-faced.

Takenaka throws him a sharp look before realizing that he's not serious. He huffs out a laugh, elbowing Mob in the side. "You really are ridiculous, you know that?"

Conversation dies off again until Mob's house comes in to view. Mob blinks. Ritsu is standing out front of the gate, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. His hand is up against his mouth and he does a double take when he sees Mob.

"Shige!" he calls, rushing to meet them halfway. His hands land on Mob's shoulders first, and then suddenly he's patting him down as if to check for something. Mob thinks about his wallet sitting in his back pocket. "Are you ok?" Ritsu asks.

Mob's chest starts to feel funny, emotions that aren't his crawling down under the layers of separation from his own feelings.

"He's fine, Ritsu," Takenaka says, his arms crossed and posture slightly tensed. "Calm down, you know no one was hurt. I know you've been watching the news."

Ritsu's eyes narrow as he looks at Takenaka. "Stay out of my head."

Takenaka glares right back, "Stop projecting your feelings on me."

Ritsu opens his mouth to say something else that isn't nice, so Mob interrupts him. "I'm fine Ritsu," he says. "Nothing happened."

Ritsu turns back to Mob and his face softens. "You're sure your ok?" he asks.

"He's checking to make sure it didn't stress you out," Takenaka chimes in. Ritsu whirls on him and Takenaka raises his hands up placatingly. "Hey, just because I can read your mind doesn't mean Mob can."

"It's ok Ritsu, Takenaka's just trying to help," Mob says. He awkwardly reaches out to pat Ritsu's shoulder, trying to imitate that same comforting gesture that Midoriya did. Ritsu looks at him wide-eyed. "There were plenty of pro heroes there to protect us."

"Yeah," Ritsu says, hesitating. He's looking at Mob's hand. "I guess you're right."

"Relax," Takenaka says to Ritsu. "Or you're gonna give your eighty-year-old neighbor a heart attack with the amount of nerves radiating off of you. Mob said it's fine, so it's fine."

"Oh Ritsu," Mob says, tilting his head, "is your quirk acting up again?"

Ritsu jumps, startling Mob. "No!" he says defensively. He looks down at his feet. "No," he says again, voice softer. "I'm fine brother."

Takenaka hums.

"Shut up," Ritsu tells him. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think I do," Takenaka says. "I can read angsty middle schoolers pretty well even without my quirk, given that I was one."

Ritsu glares at him. "I am not an angsty middle schooler."

Takenaka scoffs at him, then leans back and raises an eyebrow. "Have you heard yourself think recently?"

"Takenaka, don't tease Ritsu please," Mob says. "And Ritsu, please don't be mean to Takenaka."

Takenaka and Ritsu glare at each other for a second more before reluctantly looking at Mob. "Fine," they say at the same time.

Ritsu throws one last dirty look at Takenaka. "We should probably get inside Shige," he says. "I promised to help you with your homework, remember?"

"Oh, yes I remember," Mob says. He turns to Takenaka. "Thank you for walking me home."

"No problem," Takenaka says. He smiles, but it seems off. "See you tomorrow Mob." He stands rooted to the spot, all the way until Mob enters the house.

.-.-.

"We're going on a field trip," Aizawa says, pressing a button on a remote that pulls out a wall full of storage bins for their hero costumes. "We'll be working on training for rescue missions today."

The rest of the students start changing into their costumes including Izuku. He debates in for a bit but leaves the bunny mask behind since Aizawa said some of their costumes could get in the way of the exercises. He practically out of his skin with excitement, chattering at Mob as he pulls on his suit.

Iida lines them up, attempting to get them onto the bus in an orderly fashion, but all his efforts fall apart when the bus isn't set up in the way that he expects it to be. He looks so dejected that Izuku can't help but feel a bit bad for him, giving him a small pat on his back as he passes by him to get into his seat.

With Tsuyu to his left and Mob to his right, Izuku feels a bit like he's protected from the jubilant comradery by a wall of stoicism. The two are pretty quiet compared to everyone else chattering amongst themselves and Izuku finds the silence pretty comforting at this point.

"Midoriya," Tsuyu says suddenly, startling him.

"Ye-Yeah Asui?"

"Call me Tsuyu," she corrects immediately. "And I just wanted to let you know that I generally say what's on my mind."

"Yeah?"

"And I just wanted to say that your quirk resembles All Might's."

Now Izuku's really startled. "You thi-think so?" He tries to stumble through the words, hoping he doesn't sound half as suspicious as he feels. "I mean, I-I really don't think I could…" He can feel Mob's eyes on the back of his head, that normally calming stare suddenly feels like it's running right through him.

"Hey wait a minute Tsuyu!" Kirishima says. "All Might's quirk doesn't really wreck his body like Midoriya's does, there that difference. I wish I had that kind of strength though." He lifts up his arm and it hardens, looking like solid chunks of rock meshed together. "My quirk is good for the defensive but not much else."

Mob hums. "It's not good to be just strong," he chimes in suddenly, sounding like he's reading something of off a script. "Not if it gets you or other people hurt." Something in Izuku's chest pangs at the words. He looks down at his hands. His fingers are fixed now, but he can still remember the sharp ache that the breaking of his bones left. Mob pauses, seeming totally obvious to the sullen mood that Izuku has fallen into. "I think a quirk like yours is important, Kirishima. You shouldn't downplay it."

"Ye-Yeah," Izuku says, trying to brush off any bad feelings rolling around inside of him. "Mob's right! That kind of quirk is more than strong enough if you want to go pro."

"If you want to see real strength though," Sero says, finger against his cheek. "I'd honestly say you gotta look at Mob." He tilts his head more. "Maybe Todoroki and Bakugou too? But I definitely think Mob could take both of them in a heartbeat after what to that robot in the entrance exam."

All the attention on the bus turns to Mob, who in turn starts to sweat. "Yeah, what was that about anyway?" Ashido asks. "You got the highest score from what Aizawa said, right? How'd you do that?"

"I destroyed the robots," Mob says bluntly.

"Well, yeah, duh," Ashido says, rolling her eyes. "But it was your rescue points that put you over the top right? How'd you get all of those, huh?"

"I-" Mob looks down at his feet. Izuku kind of feels bad for Mob being thrown under the bus like this, but doesn't interrupt. His classmates are seeking answers to questions he's been asking himself for a while now, but has been to reluctant to ask. "I helped Sero and stopped the zero pointer," Mob finally says.

"More like put a gaping hole straight through the zero pointer, you mean," Sero says.

Mob looks up at him carefully. "You were in trouble," is all he says.

Sero deflates a little bit. "Hey man, I'm grateful to you for doing that don't get me wrong," he says. "I just don't think you should be downplaying your own power. What you did was really cool."

Bakugou scoffs from where he's sitting. "It doesn't matter what kind of power he had in the entrance exam if he refuses to use it now."

"Hey," Sero says, looking up at Bakugou sharply. "Leave him alone man, he uses it when he needs to."

"Tch," Bakugou huffs.

"Bakugou could never be powerful and popular though," Tsuyu says. "He's too brash."

"What did you just say about me frog-face?" Bakugou says, shooting up from his seat.

"See?" Tsuyu says.

Izuku watches in awe as Bakugou gets teased by their classmates. At first, he thinks they're bullying him. After a few months of friendship with Mob and the developing relationship he has with Sero, he's started to be more aware of what counts as a good-natured ribbing or not. It's just that he never thought he'd see Bakugou on the other end of it, raging like he normally does but with not as much bite behind it.

The bus jostles and his hand brushes against Mob's, reminding him of the other boy's presence. He turns to him and finds him staring at Bakugou, the same that Izuku was. His expression is unreadable.

"Hey," Izuku says. Mob turns to him, slowly taking his eyes off of Bakugou. "Are you ok?"

"Yes," Mob says. "I'm fine."

.-.-.

The facility that they arrive at is ginormous, filled with different areas representing every different type of disaster available. It makes Mob think of the half-finished amusement park in Spice City, forever under construction and now home to gangsters and low-level criminals. He wonders how much both facilities cost comparatively.

He must be zoning out because Uraraka taps him on the shoulder. He turns to her, but she's looking elsewhere. "Moobb," she hisses, grabbing onto his wrist. He feels the contact up through his arm, warm but no longer as uncomfortable as it was. "Look! It's Thirteen!"

Mob looks up and finds a person dressed head to toe in a large space suit. The only thing that doesn't quite match their look is the bright yellow shoes they wear on their feet. Their fingers are covered by tiny little metal caps that remind Mob of the thimbles his mother wears when she used to sew patches on his clothes.

"Who's that?" Mob asks.

"What?" Uraraka gasps. "You don't know Thirteen? I thought you would love Thirteen!"

Mob reaches up, tugging on the collar of his shirt. His cheeks turn pink. "Are they a pro-hero?"

"Thirteen is only one of the best rescue heroes around!" Midoriya chimes in, turning around to look at them. His arms are pulled up to his chest in his excitement, like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst. Mob almost thinks that he should sit down with how close he looks to passing out. "They've saved hundreds of lives in incidents involving heavy amounts of debris since their quirk is so good at clearing it out quickly. A lot of people have Thirteen to thank for how quickly medical care has gotten to them after landslides, building collapses, and villain attacks. They're super cool!"

"It seems like you've done your research," Thirteen says, coming to stand in front of the crowd of students. Their voice is airy and robotic which makes for a rather strange combination. "Yes, it seems quite a few of you are aware of my quirk, Black Hole. It can suck in and tear anything about, and I've honed it to be able to help people. However, my power could easily kill or maim others. I imagine many of you have similar types of quirks."

A hush suddenly falls over the class, tense like a taut wire. Mob leans in with rapt attention.

"We mustn't forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for someone to die. You have already come to learn your limits with Aizawa and the dangers of your quirk with All Might, but this is to show you a whole new perspective! You will learn how to use your quirk to save others. Your quirks are not meant to inflict harm and I hope you leave today with a better understanding of that you're meant to help others."

Mob feels pressure rolling around in his gut, but rather than the usual oppressive feeling it gives, it feels like something light. A feather rather than a steel ball. He raises his hand.

"Ahh?" Thirteen says, sounding a bit surprised. "Yes?"

"Can someone be a hero only to rescue others?"

"Ahh, well," Thirteen hums. He starts rubbing at the back of his helmet. "I think...I think…"

"That's not feasible," Aizawa says, cutting in. He crosses his arms. "Sometimes to win the rescue, one has to win the fight first." Mob feels himself sag and Aizawa, in turn, gives him a sharp look that he can't place. "Now then…" Aizawa says, turning towards the plaza.

There's a sudden sound like static that brushes up from the plaza, followed by a dry woosh. The pressure inside Mob starts to push down on his insides again, growing heavier for a reason he can't explain. A gate appears in the middle of the plaza, black tendrils of smoke rising out of it.

A hand stretches out of the gate, followed by a massive group of people all sporting a wide arrange of different quirks and appearances. Their voice began to chatter loudly amongst each other, breaking the shocked silence of the class.

"Thirteen," Aizawa says, voice vaguely tinted with some kind of emotion. "Get the students out of here." And then he's off, leaping into the crowd of people with his capture weapons raised.

Mob stares blankly down as Aizawa begins fighting off all of the villains, moving so quickly that he is almost a blur. A final man exits the wispy gate, his body covered in grasping hands, followed by a creature so horrific that Mob can't even tell what it is.

"Where...is All Might?" the hand man calls. "We've checked, he's supposed to be here...Did we come all this way for nothing?..." The man hums, cocking his head. "I suppose we can take out some hero hopefuls on the way out."

Something tugs on Mob's hand, Mob turns. Ojiro is there, a student he's hardly interacted with. "You can't space out," he says. "We have to leave."

Mob looks out towards the plaza and finds the gate has disappeared. The static sounds out from behind him and he finds the gate blocking the door. It's then that he realizes the gate is not just a gate, but a person.

"Forgive the rather rude entrance," the man says, the thick smog flickering around him. "We are the League of Villains. Today we have come to U.A. high school, the peak of heroic education, in order to kill the symbol of peace."

Mob can hardly believe his ears. Before he has any other time to react, Bakugou and Kirishima are launching themselves at the gate. They disappear into it.

"I'm sorry," the man says. "But I cannot allow you to escape and seek help."

The gate stretches out, wrapping around them.

And before Mob knows it, he's opening his eyes somewhere else.

To be continued…

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So we've reached the USJ arc finally! :D I've been super hype for it, so I hope you guys enjoy what's next to come!