The next day as Amaya walked towards U.A. she noticed a huge crowd surrounding the entrance. Noticing the cameras, she immediately recognized them as the press and hid her cat features. She hoped they couldn't speak to her and prayed no one noticed her or her shock collar.

"Goddamn press! Once they recognize you it's all over!"

Her mind unhelpfully supplied. Amaya shook the negative thoughts away and instinctively hid her features. Hoping that would be enough, she cautiously approached the crowd.

Instantly half of them turned towards her and a bunch of microphones and lights were shoved in her face.

"Hey kid, what can you tell me about All Might? What kind of teacher is he?" Some random lady questioned, pushing her microphone closer to Amaya's face.

Before she could even retort somebody gasped.

"Look at the girl's neck! That's a shock collar!"

Everyone that was close to her backed up real quick.

"Wait those gold eyes, that black hair, those cat features! It's Amaya Hitachi! Daughter of Scarlet Doll and Tamer!" Somebody shouted out in fear.

The scared press left a distance between themselves and the cat girl. However, one woman, the same one that was shoving a microphone in Amaya's face from before, stepped closer.

"What's a villain's kid doing here at U.A.? Are you a spy for your parents? Does the government know you're here? Do these kids' parents know?" The lady asked enraged, glaring darkly at Amaya.

Amaya let her features show and wrapped her tail around her arm. She schooled her face into one of indifference, but she didn't know how to respond.

She tried to walk away but the reporter reached out and gripped her arm tightly.

"Someone call the police, this criminal shouldn't be out here, especially so close to upcoming heroes," she bit out, her grip starting to bruise Amaya.

Amaya felt the urge to hiss but she knew that would get her shocked so instead she avoided their gaze trying to think of something while also praying for some type of help.

"Maybe I should give them something to really be scared of…"

"No way in hell."

They started shouting, their words attacking her ears and disorienting her. She felt the slightest panic enter her but tried to calm it down, this has happened to her before she just needed to relax.

"Relax dammit!"

It wasn't working, the words started becoming static and she felt her heart quickening. She hated this, feeling so weak and helpless. She hadn't been in the press's spotlight in a while and didn't want them to see her like this. Surprisingly the harsh grip was the only thing gripping her to reality at the moment. Then she saw it.

Red pupils. They were narrowed in disgust as they scanned the press but once they landed back on her that changed to unbridled glee. His pale blue hair covered most of his expression, but those eyes chilled her back into the moment. She let a small gasp escape and then the panic returned tenfold.

Was she hallucinating? Who was that? She felt herself getting smaller and was seconds away from clawing at the crowd when she felt herself be tugged and pushed behind a strong and tall back.

"Unless you want to be charged by the authorities for child endangerment, I suggest you all be quiet," Aizawa's voice threatened. His face remained neutral, but his tone was menacing. The lady looked offended by Aizawa's treatment and scowled at him.

"That animal shouldn't be here! Who let her in!" The reporter demanded, others agreeing in the background.

Trying to keep his cool, Aizawa gently placed his hand on Amaya's shoulder and turned her away from the press.

"You are disturbing the classes. Please leave," is all he said before guiding Amaya into the school.

He heard protests but ignored them and focused on Amaya's rigid form. Her breathing was coming out in quiet pants and her hands were trembling as they gripped her tail.

Aizawa resisted the urge to attack all those reporters and instead turned her over and gripped her shoulders in a gentle but firm hold.

"Hey. Don't listen to those stupid reporters. They just want a story. You deserve to be here. You know that," he gruffly said before giving her a soft smile.

"Wait but that means that now the press does know that I'm attending this school. What if they swarm me after school? What if they follow me home and realize I live with you? What if-" Amaya paused her fast dialogue as soon as she registered Aizawa's hand patting her head, patiently waiting for her to calm down. Amaya took deep breaths and nodded, signaling that she could breathe and wasn't about to go on another rant.

"Look kid it was going to come out eventually. I'm sorry it had to be this way but don't worry about it. You'll be okay and so will I," Aizawa explained, slowly placing his hand back to his side. Finally, Amaya's glazed eyes lit up and she nodded determinedly, both of them ignoring when her eyes watered just the slightest.

"Now let's go to class before we're both late," Aizawa smirked and started to walk ahead.

Amaya followed at a slower pace. She had calmed down and was grateful none of her classmates actually caught her in that embarrassing state. Still, as she walked, she couldn't forget those red eyes. She wasn't sure if she made that person up or if he was real but either way, she was uncomfortable.

Because those eyes weren't staring at her in fear but in admiration.

Amaya briskly entered the classroom and made a beeline for her desk not looking at anyone.

Fortunately, Aizawa started class quickly so no one who actually bothered to notice her would see her behavior as strange.

"Good work on yesterday's combat training. I saw the video and the results. Bakugo you're talented, so don't act like a kid," Aizawa complimented.

Amaya, focusing on the class discussion and trying to forget this morning, expected the blond to explode but he merely grumbled an "I know" and left it at that.

"Hmm. Maybe seeing that there are a lot of strong people here has humbled him a bit."

"And Midoriya; you settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying that you can't help it because you can't control your quirk. I don't like saying the same thing over and over. As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do. Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya," Aizawa explained.

"Yes sir!" Was Midoriya's cheerful response.

"Now let's get down to homeroom business. Sorry about the late notice, but today I'll have you…"

The class anxiously awaited his response, worried another test was about to occur.

"... decide on a class representative," Aizawa boredly finished.

Immediately faces relaxed and everyone seemed glad that such a normal high school activity was happening.

"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" The redhead, Kirishima exclaimed, jumping from his seat.

Everyone soon started to cheer and raise their hands up as well.

Amaya looked at her class in mild amusement. She knew everyone wanted to be class representative because it looked good on their transcripts, but it was funny seeing how badly everyone wanted it. She kept her head down because she knew she'd never get it. Not that she wanted to either.

"As if they'd ever pick a monster like you."

"Silence please!" Iida's voice rang throughout the classroom, shutting everyone up.

"It is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one," he proclaimed, his hand highly raised from before.

Amaya silently chuckled to herself. Iida really wanted this, that much was made clear.

"But he deserves it. He's honest and is looking out for everyone. He even wants to do this fairly. Plus, he can shut the class up."

The rest of the class didn't seem to agree as they picked at his suggestion. Everyone was worried that the voting wouldn't be fair because everyone would just vote for themselves.

However, Iida was quick to clarify how that would make voting even better because people were going to elect the best even if they didn't know that person for long.

Aizawa didn't care one way or the other and just fell asleep in his sleeping bag. The class seemed to agree with Iida's expression and soon everyone was writing a name down on a white slip of paper. Not needing to think it out Amaya wrote Iida's name and placed her slip in the front.

The results occurred rather quickly and soon everyone's name and the number of votes was placed next to each other on the blackboard.

Midoriya won with three votes and Yaoyorozu got two.

"I got three votes?!" Midoriya exclaimed in confusion.

"Why Deku?! Who voted for him?" Bakugo growled, glaring at the class.

The class started to tease Bakugo which Amaya ignored, but she did hear Iida's surprised gasp.

"I got one vote? Who voted for me?" Iida asked in wonderment, gazing at everyone.

Everyone shook their heads looking at one another in question.

"I did," Amaya calmly called out.

Iida's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"Hi— I mean A-Amaya-san? B-but why?" He asked her dazedly.

Amaya almost smiled at his use of her name but instead raised one brow up, "Because you seem the most fit for the job, why else?"

Iida's eyes filled with tears and he stood up and bowed in her direction.

"Thank you for your vote Amaya-san! I'm sorry I didn't win but your vote is very much cherished," he thanked her, earning questioning looks from the class. Amaya felt heat rush to her cheeks, looking away from him she awkwardly nodded not knowing how to respond to him.

"She voted for Iida? What the heck?"

"Well it's not like she would've won if she voted for herself," Amaya heard a classmate whisper. She ignored them and focused on the view outside instead, trying to keep her mind blank.

It was lunchtime and this time Amaya was prepared. Not wanting to have a repeat of last time she prepared a bento box beforehand. She tried to rush out of the classroom before anyone could stop her.

"W-wait! Amaya-san please eat with us today!" Iida called out.

Amaya stopped in her tracks glancing back to see Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka all staring at her.

"Yes, let's eat together Amaya-chan!" Uraraka cheered.

Amaya felt her chest warm up and she almost nodded but then she remembered a certain purple haired boy she dined with the day before.

"Thank you but that's alright." With that simply said she turned away ignoring their protests.

The three friends sighed in resignation and turned towards the cafeteria; tomorrow they'd try again to get her to eat with them.

Walking to the abandoned classroom, Amaya gripped the door handle tightly.

"What if he isn't in there? What if he doesn't want to eat with me? Am I annoying him by interrupting his lunch? What if…"

"Are you going to block the door or go inside?" A tired voice drawled from behind, making Amaya jump in surprise.

"I was so worried about how he'd react I didn't even hear him come near me."

Blushing lightly, she entered the classroom without looking at Shinso and sat down by the seat near the window.

Shinso took the desk next to her and pulled out his own bento.

Without speaking both began to eat, letting the quiet settle around them.

"I didn't think you'd actually turn up," he quietly stated, taking a bite of his carrots.

"Me either," Amaya responded, turning to him and giving him a small smile.

It caught Shinso off guard and he had slight trouble keeping his face indifferent.

"You should smile more. It makes you look more approachable," he muttered, taking a drink of his water. Amaya slowly nodded before taking a bite of her tomatoes.

"Plus, you look cute when you do." He couldn't help but add, wanting to see how she'd react.

Losing the grip on her chopsticks, Amaya felt them clang onto the desk. Face bright red, she looked at Shinso in surprise. Shinso laughed, finding the cat girl's reactions to be extremely innocent and funny.

Hissing at him, Amaya turned her body away and picked up her utensils to resume eating.

Shinso smirked, "Anyways, how's class 1-A? What do you superhero pricks do in that class anyways?"

Amaya ignored his weird comment and her fast beating heart and turned to answer him when she was interrupted.

Briiiiiing

Covering her ears, Amaya winced from the unexpected loud noise.

Shinso stood up alert. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room in suspicion. Seeing no immediate threats, he moved to look out the window. What he saw made him scowl.

The reporters from this morning were rushing into U.A. like a bunch of pack rats.

"Like a damn mob. It's just the press, I don't know how but they broke in so I think we should just stay here until it calms down," Shinso suggested, sitting back down and munching on his lunch.

Amaya nodded and continued eating as well. She couldn't stop the curiosity she felt though.

"How did a group of supposed harmless reporters break in through U.A.'s indestructible defense?"

Instantly the red eyes popped into her head and she had to fight a shudder. Shaking away those thoughts she tried to finish her lunch with a suddenly much smaller appetite.

The rest of her lunch was spent in silence. It would've been peaceful if not for her mind plaguing her with those red eyes. She needed to get a hold of herself. The sudden alarm distracted Amaya from making conversation and it wasn't like Shinso was all that talkative either. He only spoke up to comment about her lack of appetite and that if she didn't eat more she'd stay too small and skinny to be a hero. Obviously she responded by flipping him off, but she did feel comforted at the fact that he seemed to worry about her eating habits. He teased but it looked like he sort of cared too. She smiled as she remembered Shinso's parting words.

"I'll see you tomorrow weirdo," he smirked, saluting at her and turning towards the direction of his classroom.

Those weren't the kindest words spoken to her, but it was almost like a silent promise in her opinion. The promise that he'd be there tomorrow and that eating lunch together was now a thing.

Entering the classroom, she noticed she was the first one there, so she took her seat and rested her head in her arms.

Soon enough the rest of the class entered whispering and laughing about Iida's actions during the alarm. Amaya raised her brow but didn't listen in more instead staring out the window.

"Come on class rep. Start," Yaoyorozu gently shouldered the shaking Midoriya.

Amaya didn't know when the class settled but she sweat dropped looking at the mess that was Midoriya standing in front of the class.

"N-now, let us decide on the class officers… But first, can I say something?"

The class patiently waited curious as to what Midoriya wanted to say.

"I think… Tenya Iida should be class rep after all!" Midoriya exclaimed.

Iida gasped and the rest of the class remained in confused silence. Amaya couldn't help but smile, Midoriya really was something else.

"He was able to get everyone's attention in such a cool way during the alarm freak out. I think it would be best for Iida to be class rep instead of me," Midoriya explained, smiling in Iida's direction.

Kirishima agreed, adding his own explanation and soon the rest of the class nodded along cheering for Iida.

"You're wasting time. I don't care what you do, just hurry up and do it," Aizawa boredly said before falling back asleep.

Amaya bit her lip to stop the giggles threatening to escape. Aizawa was such an interesting character to her.

"He's so weird but it's fine because I lo- "

"Woah. Don't finish that sentence. You've known this guy for three months at most. What's wrong with you? All he is to you is a legal guardian, not anything else."

Amaya shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. What was she thinking? She cared for Aizawa sure but not to the point where she lo… No. She didn't care about anyone like that since she was eleven. And it was for a reason.

The loud cheers of her classmates brought her out of the dark path her mind was heading, and Amaya forced her thoughts to quiet down. Amaya sighed, looking around at her classmates. She was just overthinking again. Everything was fine.

Yet she refused to make eye contact with Aizawa for the rest of the day.

Aizawa glanced over at Amaya in concern. She was quiet and kept her face blank, giving nothing away. She hadn't looked him in the eyes for two days now. Why?

Since yesterday when they walked home together the cat girl had been very short with her responses. Not in a rude way, just in a "I don't want to talk to you" manner. Aizawa wondered if maybe it was the press incident that was still affecting her, but he had already reassured her that everything was fine and so far, it was. So, if it wasn't that, it had to be because of him but he didn't think he offended her in any way, so he was unsure how to proceed. He didn't mention it because he knew pressuring her wasn't going to get them anywhere. Still… he was worried.

He decided after classes today he'd talk to her about it. For now, he had a lesson to carry out. Glancing away from her he focused on the class in front of him.

"For today's hero basic training, it's turned into a class with three instructors, All Might and me, and one more person," he explained to the class, voice tired.

The gasps were immediate as the class wondered who the other person was and what type of training they'd do.

"Excuse me! What'll we be doing?" Sero, or Tape Boy as Amaya nicknamed him, asked.

Aizawa pulled out a white card with the blue words "RESCUE" written across it.

"Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between. It's rescue training," he stated, looking around the class, flashing his gaze at Amaya. Amaya quickly avoided eye contact which caused Aizawa to frown but he hid it with his scarf.

Amaya heard her classmates' excited whispers about today's training. She couldn't deny that she was excited too. This was what she was looking forward to: saving people. The best part was that in exercises like these, no one needed to have a flashy quirk, or quirk in general. When it came to rescuing, anyone could be a hero. She only wished Aizawa would stop looking at her because she was starting to feel guilty every time she looked away from his concerned gaze.

"It's fine. You're not doing anything wrong. So, what if you don't look at him, that's not a crime? Stop acting like a little bitch."

"He's obviously worried. He cares about us, that's not a bad thing. Why don't you just admit that you lo- "

She stopped her mental argument, not wanting to deal with her emotions today. She was already letting this affect her too much. Even Shinso could see something was bothering her because she barely spoke or ate when they had lunch today. He didn't say much but he teased her about being too skinny again and that she'd be too weak if she didn't eat more. When she couldn't even insult him back, he asked her if she was okay.

She was definitely not okay but right now she had to be. So, tuning in, she heard Aizawa say that they could wear their costumes to this training exercise if they wanted. The exercise was going to be off campus too, which was a first for the class.

Amaya didn't have to wonder; she was going to go in costume. It wouldn't necessarily help her if they were only going to be rescuing people, but it didn't hinder her either.

"Plus wearing it feels like I'm someone other than just a Hitachi."

With that settled she got her costume and went to get ready.

All decked out in her black suit, Amaya comfortably walked to where her classmates were. She debated on walking over to where Midoriya and Uraraka were talking, feeling the most comfortable with them but ultimately decided to leave them alone.

"Dumbass. You're better off alone. Stop getting clingy."

The chime of a whistle distracted her from thinking too darkly and instead Amaya looked over to see Iida standing in front of the class.

"Class 1-A gather round! Form two lines by your student numbers in order to make boarding the bus go smoothly!" Iida commanded, taking his role as class rep very seriously.

Amaya almost laughed at his character until she processed his words and remembered where her seat was. Away from everyone else. She didn't have a partner. Sighing she headed towards the back, in front of her were Yaoyorozu and Todoroki standing near each other.

Heading in silently, Amaya felt the tension leave her shoulders slightly at seeing the layout. The bus's seats were facing each other, being able to group four at a time with a few two-seaters near the front and back. She was thankful that she didn't have to be the obvious odd one out of the group but felt her nerves pick up when she realized that maybe this was worse. Now she had to sit near one of her fellow classmates that probably didn't want to sit near her.

She was right; she had to sit next to Todoroki of all people because Yaoyorozu refused to sit next to her. Amaya left her face blank, but her tail was tightly wrapped on her arm. Thankfully Todoroki refused to look at her, not sparing her a single glance. He even fell asleep five minutes into the bus ride. Amaya felt herself relax at that, at least she didn't have to deal with him.

Since their battle they hadn't spoken to each other, only barely acknowledging one another. When they did happen to make eye contact it just became a staring contest to see who would break first. Unfortunately, it was usually Amaya because she was still uncomfortable looking people in the eyes so intensely for so long. Doing so only brought back bad memories so even if she hated herself for looking away, she excused it as a coping mechanism.

She didn't know how to classify their relationship to one another. They were rivals obviously, Todoroki would smirk like an asshole whenever she looked away, but Amaya couldn't help but want to talk to Todoroki more. She felt like they were similar, his eyes clouded over with distress and pain that most probably didn't notice. Todoroki's gaze was fiery and refusing to back down on the surface, but deeper Amaya could sense his darkness. Over what, she couldn't say.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Wanting to talk to someone because of some darkness shit? You think you'd be friends? Huh? Stop thinking wasteless things. You don't need him, and he definitely doesn't want you to stick your nose in his business."

Her cynical mind barked, causing Amaya to wince at the harshness. She sighed; it was right for the most part. She didn't need to know Todoroki; it was better for her if she didn't. All she needed to know was that she was going to beat him.

Still, looking over at his closed eyes Amaya couldn't help but stare up at his features.

"He's sleeping so soundly."

Amaya was a little jealous at how easy he could sleep, he didn't seem worried about exposing himself. Amaya hadn't been able to sleep properly since the press incident, red eyes were keeping her up at night.

Fighting a shiver she decided to study Todoroki's face as a distraction.

"It's like he's not even scared to be vulnerable around me. He actually looks cute like this. With his guard down and everything he looks so harmless."

Amaya felt herself blush at her own thoughts. She didn't know where that came from and realized that she was staring at him for longer than what was probably normal and instead looked to her right. Narrowed black eyes glared back at her.

Yaoyorozu didn't trust her, that much was made clear. Amaya understood that Yaoyorozu hated that she was so close to a fellow classmate. Yaoyorozu thought Amaya was going to hurt Todoroki.

Amaya couldn't lie and say that it didn't sting a little to be perceived that way, but she should be used to it by now. Even though she was technically innocent she was considered evil by association and considering what her parents did she didn't blame people for hating her.

Refusing to react, Amaya simply looked the other way and let her mind shut down until the bus ride was over.

Thankfully the ride didn't last too much longer, and Amaya was provided with some angry Bakugo entertainment along the way.

Gently shaking Todoroki's arm, she refused to look at him after that and headed off the bus standing near Midoriya and Uraraka.

The pro-hero Thirteen was waiting for them by the entrance.

"Everyone I have been waiting for you," she greeted, and everyone gasped, looking at her in awe.

"It's the Space Hero Thirteen! The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!" Midoriya fanboyed, stars in his eyes, the boy was practically sparkling.

Uraraka didn't fare any better, all but squealing her love for the hero. Amaya subconsciously smiled softly at them, shocking Kirishima who stood next to the three. He took a small step back and tried hard not to stare but he'd never seen the cat girl smile, he couldn't help the small blush that rose to his cheeks. This was supposed to be the daughter of villains, yet her smile was gentle and dare he say even caring.

Thinking back on it Kirishima had never seen Hitachi act out. She was reserved, but how could she not be when people didn't even attempt to talk to her? Kirishima felt a pit of guilt form in his chest—he was one of those people. He shunned her before he even got to know her all because of her family ties. How was that fair? He wanted to be a chivalrous hero, and it was definitely not manly to ignore someone when they hadn't really done anything wrong. With newfound determination he promised himself that he'd tried to be friends with her. Plus, it would be a shame not to be able to see that pretty smile of hers again.

"Let's go inside without any delay!" Thirteen suggested, starting to guide the students into the large dome. Amaya looked up in wonder. This place was huge!

There was a flood zone in one area, a landslide in the other. One part of the dome was up in flames. It was an amalgamation of conflicting environments all joined together as one.

"So, this is the training grounds we'll be using today. It looks like an amusement park! How much money does this school even get?!"

Amaya was not the only one amazed by the USJ, she could hear her classmates gasp beside her. They were all dumbfounded and could only listen to Thirteen explain everything.

A hot seeping spike of uncomfortableness hit Amaya on the back of her neck. Her tail bristled and her ears perked up high. For some reason she had a really bad feeling about this place.

"Relax, maybe being around Midoriya is causing this sudden spout of paranoia."

"No… something doesn't feel right. Keep your eyes open brat."

Amaya shook her head trying to dispel her thoughts and feelings. She needed to focus on the lesson… still a quick scan of the place wouldn't hurt.

Feeling slightly satisfied, she listened in to the remaining conversation between Thirteen and the rest of the class.

"... it is a power that can kill easily. Some of you also have quirks like that, right?" Thirteen asked, looking at everyone.

Amaya stiffened and although she didn't see the class staring at her, she knew they were thinking of her and her parents.

"Hah. If they only knew the half of it."

"In a superhuman society, personal quirks have been certified and stringently regulated, so that doesn't seem to be a problem at first glance. However, please do not forget that there are many quirks that can easily kill with one wrong step," Thirteen continued, giving a steely look towards everyone, finishing her gaze directly on Amaya.

Back straight, jaw clenched, Amaya pointedly ignored that comment and instead turned her attention forward. She had the instant urge to look over to Aizawa but stopped herself because she didn't need anyone to read into that. Besides she was still feeling guilty for shutting him out and couldn't deal with those current emotions.

As Thirteen continued Amaya no longer felt the need to listen and instead looked around the USJ once more. Even when she was listening, she couldn't shake the bad feeling she got. Only now it was stronger for some reason.

Her ears twitched as the class laughed and cheered; suddenly her stomach dropped. Looking towards where the fountain was Amaya noticed a dark purple vortex suddenly appearing.

This time she didn't hesitate to train her gaze onto Aizawa. The lights had started spazzing around her, but all she could do was look at Aizawa in panic. Amaya was used to feeling all sorts of negative emotions. That was a part of trauma, and yet, this fear was very similar to the fear she felt when the accident happened.

Aizawa met her gaze head on, eyes widening as he swiftly turned his body toward the dark swirling hole near the fountain.

Amaya looked back towards the hole and what she saw almost made her knees buckle.

Those damn red eyes appeared.

Her claws came out, fangs protruding out of her mouth to the sharpest point they could go. Even with that creepy hand covering his face Amaya could not forget those red eyes that haunted her when she was with the press. She had hoped it was just a hallucination but seeing them again she knew she couldn't deny their existence. Thankfully that man didn't make eye contact with her, instead just looked at the crowd in front of him.

"Gather together and don't move!" Aizawa instructed, bringing Amaya out of her stupor. The students gasped and looked worriedly between the two pro-heroes. Amaya didn't look away from Aizawa for a second, now she had a really bad feeling about what was going to happen.

Her thoughts were confirmed by Aizawa's statement, "Thirteen, protect the students!"

"NO! What's he thinking taking all those guys on his own! He might be a pro, but he needs back up!"

"Focus on surviving, Erasure Head is buying us time. Don't waste it dumbass."

Amaya bit her lip, that faintest trace of blood spilling out. She tugged on her ears out of frustration. She figured out what Aizawa's best course of action would be: have Thirteen transport the class to safety, to get them out of the way. But still! She couldn't just leave him fighting alone!

Her frustration only rose as it seemed that the rest of her class still didn't grasp just exactly what was going on.

"Don't move! Those are villains," Amaya hissed, her golden eyes transforming into thin slits as she looked at the class in exasperation.

Immediately her words brought the reality of the situation to her classmates' faces and the vibe changed from confusion into fright. Aizawa nodded even though he didn't turn and placed his hero support glasses on.

"Well this is gonna be one hell of a training exercise."