The conference room was silent, with the exception of the soft scrapping of utensils, and the occasional loud gulp, as food was eaten. The staff was no less on edge as they observed their mysterious guest, as he did his best not to utterly inhale the large plate of food on his plate.

After being…detained, by the R-rate heroine, Percy had asked if it would be possible for him to get something to eat. It merely confirmed Aizawa's suspicions that the boy had been homeless. Nezu had surprisingly agreed, claiming that the boy had been nothing but cooperative and the principal had clearly noticed the same things that Aizawa had. Percy had the malnourished look of a man that had once been powerfully built, but had lost much of his strength due to a lack of proper sustenance. He had also asked if he could have a shower or a bath, something everyone on the staff had been agreeable to. The man had stank to high heaven, and it was evident that it had been some time since he had last been able to properly clean himself. It had been slightly awkward, sitting with four other male heroes as they watched a nineteen-year-old bathe himself, but the curious young man seemed to take it all in stride and had reveled in the chance to clean himself.

It was a curious conundrum, but that could have just as easily described the boy in a nutshell. Percy had been spending the better part of three months illegally fighting criminals, and yet it was clear he had nothing to show for it. It was common for many vigilantes to steal from their victims. Feeling that the ill-gotten gains of villains would not be missed if they were put to use in a more purposeful way. It was a sentiment that was not, apparently, shared by their new ward, as Percy had not taken anything from the villains he had defeated.

Things did not add up about the young man, and the more he observed, the more the pit in Aizawa's stomach began to grow. Percy had been enamored by everything he had seen. It was not necessarily uncommon, many first-years had the same doe-eyed look when they first set foot in the hallowed halls of the academy, but Percy's looks were different. He was fascinated by the most mundane of things, doors that opened vertically, the technical locks and panels that surrounded the security panels, and that was nothing of his reaction to the school chef, Lunch Rush. The moment the chef set foot in the conference room, Percy's eyes had lit up in excitement, before he began asking questions faster than could be processed. That had seemed to open the flood gates as he had begun asking about quirks, the school, hell even general world news. It was as if he had been living under a rock, and knew nothing about the world he was in.

It had given Aizawa the terrible idea that maybe there was some credence to the time-travel theory after all.

Either that, or they had let a mentally unstable, asylum patient with more power than brains into their school.

The door to the room slid open once more and All Might lumbered into the room, still dressed in that awful mustard suit, with detective Tsukauchi Naomasa trailing close behind. The detective's eyes swept briefly around the room, before his gaze latched onto the cause of likely many headaches for his entire department. He was seated comfortably, calmly fitting the last of an absurdly large cheeseburger into his mouth, the fuzzy handcuffs still linked around his wrists. Percy didn't even glance at the new arrival, too enamored by the food in front of him.

Tsukauchi took the cue that the room was his, and calmly strode past All Might and approached the chairs sitting opposite Percy. Only when the detective was directly in Percy's line of sight, did he finally look up from his meal. The kid hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and dabbed at his hands and face with a napkin, before he stood up, his hand outstretched to the detective.

"Hiya!" He said, entirely too cheerfully, "You the human lie detector?" he asked,

Tsukauchi clearly had not expected that kind of a reaction, but after a brief hesitation he smiled genially, and enclosed his own hand in Percy's. "I guess so," he said, pumping the hand once before releasing the grip and removing his hat from his head. "I am detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. You must be our little vigilante then?" he asked,

Percy sat down, a sheepish smile on his face, "Detective huh? Yeah, I guess that's me. I'm sure I caused you some problems, so I'm sorry about all of that. It wasn't really my intention to be a problem, but I'm in a bit of a bind and more than a little desperate,"

"Well," began the detective not unkindly, as he took his own seat and fished out a recording device and placed it on the table, "Why don't we start making amends for it then. Just so we're clear about how all allow me to explain my quirk. My quirk, speak true, will compel you to speak to me honestly, it forces you to speak the truth, no matter how badly you didn't want to, you will be honest regardless of your desire to be deceitful."

Percy just nodded in understanding. He momentarily looked like he might be regretting his decision to ask for the human lie detector, but he sat up a little straighter in the chair and pressed on, "Where, uh, where do you want to start?" he asked,

"Let's start with the basics, who are you, how old, where are you from, what's your quirk, things like that." Tsukauchi said,

Percy nodded and took a calming breath, sweeping his long black hair out of his eyes, which had taken on a slightly glazed look, as Tsukauchi activated his quirk. "Ok, that's easy enough. My name is Percy Jackson. I'm nineteen years old, I was born in Manhattan, New York in the United States, and as for quirks, um I don't I have one of those."

"If you really need help kid, then you need to cut it with the bull shit when we're only five-seconds into the interrogation," Snipe called out coldly from his place in the corner of the room.

"He's not lying," said the detective, who was staring intently at Percy, whose eyes were still glazed over, "He's being completely honest,"

"How in the-what?" Snipe spluttered incredulously,

"That is most curious," said Cementoss, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully, "And seemingly contradictory, we have seen the videos of your vigilantism young Percy. You very clearly have enhanced strength, speed, and agility, and a control or power over water that is second to no other quirk I've ever seen before. If you truly don't have a quirk, then how do you do the things you do."

"I'm the son of the Greek god Poseidon." He said simply, as calmly as though he were discussing the weather.

Silence. Utter silence, met those words. Understandably so, as it had to be one of the most ridiculous things any of the gathered heroes had ever heard before.

"What?" Asked Midnight, seemingly for everyone else's benefit.

Percy shrugged at her, and looked back at Tsukauchi, who was still looking at him, unmoving, "My dad, he's the god Poseidon. You know, god of the sea and storms and all that jazz? As his son I'm stronger, faster, sturdier than mortals are, and I have control over water and its various forms."

"Ok…" Snipe said slowly, "So, he's crazy then. We have a lunatic in our building, that's just fantastic,"

Percy turned around and glared at the man, but was cut off from saying anything by Tsukauchi. "He's telling the truth." He interjected calmly, eyes not wavering from Percy.

"He could believe that he is telling the truth. Having been born with strange powers he could have created this story in his head as a child to explain his abilities, and after so many years he believes it to be true," Ectoplasm said thoughtfully, his hands in his coat pockets as he studied Percy.

Tsukauchi shook his head, "That's not how my quirk works. If you believed, truly believed the sky was neon pink, and thought that it was true with all your heart, I would know that you think that, but my quirk would also force you to tell the truth, that the sky is in fact blue." He paused, as though the gravity of his understanding of what Percy had said was finally hitting him, "He's telling the truth,"

"So, what, are you really trying to tell us that this kid is a god?" Vlad King asked scornfully,

"Can you not talk about me as if I'm not right here?" Percy asked, annoyed, "And no, I'm not a god, I'm a half god. My mom is…" his expression pinched as a heart wrenching look of sadness crossed his features, "Was…my mom was just a normal mortal. Dad met her, they fell in love, and they had me." His eyes scanned the room and sighed, "I don't have any other way to prove it!" he said in exasperation, his hands in the air, "That's why I asked for him," he jerked a thumb in Tsukauchi's direction, "Cause I understand how utterly unbelievable that sounds. I didn't even know about it until I was twelve, and even then it took a while for me to actually believe it."

"Huh…" Tsukauchi said softly, as his eyes crossed slightly in thought, "Could you perhaps call your father? That would be an easy way to prove yourself to them," he said, and Aizawa didn't miss how he referenced the others in the room, while making it clear that he, personally, believed Percy.

The boy didn't miss the gesture and smiled thankfully, but it disappeared quickly. "I would, but…dad isn't around anymore," his voice trailed off, as that melancholy look fell into place once more.

"What do you mean?" Asked Thirteen, speaking up for the first time. Her voice, even synthesized through the suit, had a calming edge to it, a technique honed over years as a rescue hero. "If your father truly is a god, would he not be immortal?" she asked, not unkindly or in jest, but in genuine curiosity.

Percy shook his head, "No, he's…he's gone. I don't know when or how it happened, but…he faded." He looked haunted, as the gravity of the discussion took hold, "It took me a while to notice when I first came here. I was pretty banged up, and I had to spend a couple of days in the sea to heal," There were some curious looks at the statement, but it was pushed aside for the moment, "When I was coherent enough, I noticed that the ocean felt, off." He said, and his expression shifted from sadness to a more concentrated thoughtfulness, "It's hard to describe, but like, it's kind of like when you're a kid, and you come home from school and you know your parents are there. There's just kind of this feeling you get, you know? Like the house feels a little fuller, and alive? But when it's just you, and the house is empty, there's that kind of empty…energy? I guess is the word for it, there's this empty energy that you just kind of recognize. It was like that. I got worried, so I swam to Atlantis, his kingdom, and the place was deserted…and his trident was…" He trailed off, and his eyes slowly glazed over. Aizawa looked over to Tsukauchi who just nodded in confirmation that his quirk was still working. Meaning Percy's statement was factual,

Percy heaved a heavy breath, and raked a hand through his hair before speaking again, "Anyways, to answer your question," he said, looking in the direction of Thirteen, "Gods are immortal, yes, and tricky as hades to kill," There was that odd curse again, but at least now Aizawa had the context for it, "But they can be killed, or they can just fade and when they do die, they fade from existence. I don't know how it happens, and I don't know where they go, I just know that they are no longer here."

"You emphasized the trident, why?" Aizawa asked calmly,

"His trident was Dad's symbol of power. A powerful weapon, and the ultimate symbol of his rule of the seas. When I got to his throne room, it was just lying there, on the throne, and well…" He trailed off again, looking at Aizawa, he seemed to consider something for a second, before he stood up, doing so slowly and cautiously. With his cuffed hands, he gestured to the man, "You went through my pockets when we came inside right?" Aizawa nodded, "You still have that pen, bracelet, and spork?" he asked.

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Aizawa acquiesced, and dug the aforementioned items out of his coat pocket. Looking at Percy the boy nodded and said, "May I see the spork please," confused, but doubtlessly intrigued where this could be going, the man complied and handed the plastic utensil to Percy. Taking it in hand, Percy flicked his wrist, and suddenly, the spork was no longer a spork, but a large, rusted, trident. The handle, once a shiny metallic silver, was rotted and decayed. Barnacles and urchins clung to the points of the weapon; the once mighty symbol was little more than a relic.

"What the fuck…" Aizawa heard Power Loader mutter to himself, as he strode forward to take a look at the weapon. Seeing the man approach, Percy gently placed the rotted symbol on the table in front of him. Power Loader, in an odd moment of respect, looked at the young man, as he silently asked for permission to pick up the tool. Percy nodded at him, and the support hero moved to pick up the weapon.

Only, he couldn't.

As he reached down to grasp the handle, his hand passed harmlessly through. Utterly bewildered, the man tried again, with the same result. This went on for several moments, before he looked at the kid in confusion.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked sharply, unable to fully comprehend why he couldn't pick up the trident. "What is this? Some kind of hologram?" He demanded, Percy just gestured, and asked if he could pick up the weapon. With a nod, Percy wrapped his hand once more around the hilt, before swiveling in his chair, before impaling the implement into the ground behind him. Everyone in the room jumped at the sudden action. Snipe had even drawn his weapon, but a sharp look from Nezu kept him from acting further. All Might, who was closest to Percy, approached cautiously, and inspected the impact. Reaching down, he felt the floor, inspecting the cracks and rivulets that the impact had made, they were all real.

"How in the hell…" he muttered more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Percy smiled, a wan and sad smile, that looked far too worn down on his young face, "It's magic," he said, "Their magic," he clarified, he then gestured for the pen from Aizawa, who shakily handed the writing implement over. With a click, the pen disappeared, and in its place was a beautiful bronze sword. Percy gazed at the weapon fondly, seemingly lost in memory, before extending the hilt out for All Might to hold. Cautiously, the man reached out and tried to grasp the hilt, only for the weapon to fall harmlessly through his grasp, and land in a clatter on the floor below. "The bracelet is a shield by the way," Percy said easily as he reached down to pick the sword up from the ground, before placing it gently back on the table. He then did the same with the trident.

"The reason you can't hold them, is the same reason they can't hurt you. Those weapons are divine creations. The sword is made of a metal called celestial bronze, and I honestly don't know what the trident is made of. But they're enchanted, and godly weapons." He then looked uncomfortable for a second but continued regardless, "The, uh, the reason that you can't hold them is um, ah damnit." he curse, "Ok, this is going to sound douchey and pretentious but this is how it was explained to me and I swear that it isn't a knock on any of you." he hastened to apologize, "But you're um, not important enough to wield them, in the eyes of the weapons," he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that's not what I-, ugh, crap I stink at this, Wise Girl is always better-what I mean, is that mortals can't wield them," he clarified, shaking his hands in a placating gesture at the offended and affronted looks sent his way.

He groaned and clapped a hand over his face, and muttered something he couldn't quite make out but sounded something like, "Stupid gods and their stupid superiority complex," he rubbed at his face but then addressed Power Loader again, "Basically they're enchanted so that unless you have divine blood in you, you can't wield them. But it also means that they can only hurt people like me, or…creatures from my world."

"I was not prepared for today," Aizawa heard Present Mic mutter, and Aizawa could only agree,

"You said that this proved that your…" Aizawa struggled to say it but managed his incredulity enough to manage, "Father…had, faded? Right? How exactly?" he asked,

"So, you know how, like, a king has his crown and stuff, and that's kind of like the symbol of his authority?" Percy asked, and Aizawa nodded, "The trident was basically that. It was the symbol that was created to illustrate dad's rule of the sea. It was tied to him, to his essence, when it….when he faded away, the power of the trident faded with him. It's also how I know the rest of the pantheon is also gone." He said softly,

"What do you mean?" asked Ectoplasm

"I mean," Percy said, "That the mist, which is this kind of magic that separates my world from the mortal world, is gone. That wouldn't happen if the gods were still around. At least, I'm like ninety percent sure it wouldn't."

"And how do you know this 'mist' is gone? Cementoss asked,

Percy gestured back to the sword and asked the room at large what it was, "It's a sword…." Power Loader answered hesitantly, to which everyone nodded their head in agreement.

Percy nodded, satisfied, "Yup, but if the mist were still around, you wouldn't be able to see that it's a sword. It would look like a baseball bat, or a big stick or a big metal rod or something. I also, um, can't feel it."

"Can't feel it?" Midnight asked, "What do you mean?"

Percy shrugged, "It's a demigod thing," he said, "It's kind of hard to explain. But I suppose it might be like your quirks?" he asked, "Can you like, feel, your quirk in your bodies?" he asked, to which several heads nodded in affirmation, "Right so if it was gone, you'd probably notice right? Cause it would be like part of you is missing?" Several knowing eyes turned in Aizawa's direction, which he pointedly ignored, but ultimately more heads nodded, "Well it's like that. The mist has been part of my life for so long now, that I can just tell it's not there." he explained, "I also can't contact anybody from back home. There is this, or I guess was, this telephone-ish service that we used to communicate with one another, since technology attracts monsters to us, don't ask why, I do not know." he said, seeing the question already forming on several faces, "But not only could I not get the connection, but when I tried it, nothing happened at all. That's…never happened before. Even during the war, when Iris, the one who managed the thing, was down, we still got like, a call waiting screen."

"I feel like we're just casually glossing over the fact that an ancient pantheon of fucking GODS, was running around at some point," Present Mic pointed out,

"Yes, can we backtrack a moment," Tsukauchi said, who looked like he was barely holding it together himself, and Percy turned his attention back to the detective, "If Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas, was your father, and based on your other comments, you are saying that the entire Greek Pantheon, was indeed, alive at one point yes?" he asked,

Percy nodded, "Back in my time-"

"Fucking hell forgot about THAT little nugget of bullshit," Someone muttered, but Percy ignored them

"Back in my time, the Gods were still very much alive. Like I said, I don't know when they started to fade, but I know that they were still in the US."

"I'm sorry," Present Mic interrupted again, looking concerned, "Can I ask something?" Percy looked confused but gestured for the man to continue, "I'm something of a historian, as a passing passion, so I've read a fair bit of the ancient myths. The gods were a pretty vindicative, and protective of their power. Why are you being so open about telling us all of this? And should we be concerned that you're putting us all in danger by telling us this stuff?"

Apparently the man had simply decided that it would be better for his own sanity to just believe that Percy was telling the truth.

Again, Percy looked uncomfortable, "A couple of reasons, I guess," He said, rubbing at his neck, "First off, no, there's no need to be worried. Even if they were still around, Japan is far enough outside of their realm of power that they theoretically couldn't do much. Maybe. I honestly don't know. Anyway, there's no reason to worry, 'cause like I said, they're gone. Second, yeah, telling people this stuff is like, top of the list of shit I shouldn't be doing. But," he pointed at Tsukauchi, "I can't exactly lie right now, so there's no point in me trying to hide. More to the point, since they're gone, everyone I care about is dead, and apparently superheroes a real thing now, I just don't fucking care anymore."

"I think," Nezu said, speaking up for the first time from his place on Cementoss' shoulders, "That before we get any further, perhaps Mr. Jackson, you should tell us a bit about these gods, and where exactly you come from. To clear up any more confusion, so that we might be better equipped to figure out what to do with you."

Percy nodded, and proceeded to take the next thirty minutes to explain, a lot, of sheer nonsense. If Tsukauchi had not been there to confirm everything the boy was saying, he would have demanded that the kid be taken to the nearest mental health clinic on the spot, and committed as the mental health disaster that was Percy Jackson. He cleared up the whole time-travel business quickly enough, telling them that he was from the twenty-first century, over two hundred years ago.

He told them about how the gods moved with "The power of the west," whatever bullshit that was, about how they had a hand in nearly every world conflict and natural disaster for centuries. He told them about the secret conglomerations of demigods, that there had been wars, wars that he had fought in, for the fate of the goddamned planet. It was entirely too much, and on more than one occasion he had wanted to step out to ensure that he wasn't just dreaming up this whole thing.

At about the twenty-minute mark, All Might had stepped out, seemingly to change back without causing suspicion, but the idiot had returned in his skeletal form, still wearing the same suit he had as All Might, and Aizawa knew that the boy was smart enough to put the pieces together himself.

"Midnight, I swear to god if you put something in my fucking drink again and this is all one big hallucination, I will never forgive you," Present Mic mumbled as he took his glasses off to rub at his eyes in fatigue.

"At this point, I'm kind of hoping that I did."

"Believe me," the kid said, who was looking pretty emotionally drained himself, "Nobody wants this whole thing to be a dream than me. But I can promise you it's not."

"Still haven't really talked about the OTHER, elephant in the room," Vlad King muttered, but the room was so quiet everyone still heard him,

"Indeed," Nezu said, shifting down from his place on Cementoss, and wandering over to park in front of Percy, "As illuminating and, dare I say, utterly fascinating as this discussion has been, there is still the matter of how you got here. Do you happen to know what happened?" he asked

Percy nodded, his fists clenching tightly while still trapped in the fuzzy handcuffs. Though, Aizawa suspected the kid could have freed himself if he wanted to. "I was an idiot, like usual, is what happened." He sighed, and leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his forehead with one hand, eyes closed as he seemingly composed himself.

"All right," he began, "So I was home for break from college, when I get this message from Dad, which was unusual, cause, you know…"

"The gods aren't supposed to communicate with their children yes, we remember," Nezu said patiently,

"Right, well that got me real concerned right? So, I book it to Atlantis to meet with him, only when I get there, he's not alone. He's with-oh crap-what was his name again?" he searched for a moment, "Shinto god of the seas….Susan…Suki, no that's Avatar….Susanoo!" he said with a snap of his fingers. "Susanoo was there too, which was even weirder and more concerning because like, the pantheons are NOT supposed to cross paths like that."

Everyone just stare dumbly at the young man for a second, before Present Mic just threw up his arms in defeat, "Fuck it, why not. Why wouldn't the damn Shinto gods also be real? Hell, maybe the goddamn Easter Bunny too while we're at it."

"Oh cool, that's still a thing,"

"Let us save our comments and questions for the end please," said Nezu calmly, as though he were talking to a class of students, rather than veteran pro-heroes.

"Right, thanks," Percy said, shaking off the interruption, "Anyways, so they were there, and I guess Susanoo was really worried, because he was hearing a lot of disturbing shit, rumors about Oceanus trying to make a play for Shinto turf, which is like, a major no-no." Seeing the confusion on several faces, Percy clarified,

"Right, sorry, Oceanus is the titan of the sea, the forebear to dad. When Zeus and the other gods overthrew the Titans, Oceanus gave up his domain and Dad took over."

Seeing the confusion was cleared up, he continued, "Anyways, since the gods can't really interact much, they asked me to go do some digging into it. I was bored and kind of stir crazy, and my girlfriend was still out in California for the holidays so I accepted. Which is how I got this," he turned around and did his best to raise his shirt up to display his upper back. There, on his left shoulder, was a series of Kanji arrayed in a runic pattern.

"It was a gift from Susanoo, it lets me speak, read, and write in perfect Japanese cause, you know, I couldn't really speak it. Anyways, so I wandered around most of the major sea ports around the pacific, but it wasn't until Okinawa that I found anything really worthwhile, I heard rumors about something big going down in Yokohama. So, I head to the mainland to try and see what's going on."

He growled in frustration, "And it was a damn trap," he snarled, "And I walked right into it like a goddamn kid!" His eyes flashed as the room was suddenly bathed in a heavy pressure. The young man slammed his hand down on the desk in frustration, Nezu scattering away quickly just before the impact, and the table crumbled under the force of the strike.

Percy blinked, his eyes wide, "Oh shit!" He looked over to where Nezu was now sitting in a chair by the detective, "I am so sorry about!" he hastily apologized, but Nezu just waved it off graciously, saying that it would give some of the first-year support students something to work on. Power Loader snorted at the comment but otherwise remained silent.

"Please continue with your story Percy," Nezu said, gently guiding Percy back on track, "You said it was a trap? For you I imagine?"

Percy nodded his head, shame coating his every feature, "Yeah, yeah it was. Oceanus wasn't even involved. Which we should have known, the guy wasn't what one would call overly hostile. But I mean, we'd only just fought the last war a few years ago, and tensions were high and-" Percy cut himself off as he was rambling, he shook his head to clear it, and continued,

"Anyways, so you remember grandpa dickhead?" he asked,

"If you're referring to the titan of time Kronos, then yes I do," chuckled Nezu, amused,

"Right well, he's a sore-fucking loser," Someone snorted, "He hated most of us, but he really hated me. He knew that he probably couldn't kill me, but he could get back at me another way." His eyes flashed dangerously bright as the memories seemed to reemerge in the hero.

"He pulled some strings, played the right cards, and drew me into a fight with a very old, very pissed off kraken."

"Question," Present Mic raised his hand like he was one of his own students, Percy just looked at him in utter exasperation but nodded, "How the fuck?"

"What?" Percy asked,

Present Mic expounded, "You said he faded right? How in the living fuck could he pull something like that off?" he demanded and several heads nodded and muttered to one another in agreement,

Percy just shrugged, "How the hell should I know," The others didn't seem all pleased by the answer so he just rolled his eyes, "Listen man, I've dealt with gods for a long ass time. I don't know how they do the things they're able to do and by this point, I've given up trying to understand."

He rolled his shoulders and turned back to Nezu, "Anyway, while I was busy trying not to die, one of his stooges used his symbol of power, an hourglass, to send me here. At least I'm pretty sure that's what happened-can't really know for certain. I just remember seeing some kid holding an hourglass, a flash of light, and then next thing I know, I'm by myself in the water. I was too fucked up by the attack, so I had to spend three days in water healing."

"The water heals you then?" Nezu asked, curious, remembering a similar comment Percy had made earlier,

"Yup, it can take a while, but if I'm fully submerged in water, I've found that it can heal just about anything. Not like, regrow my head or restart my heart or anything, but yeah. It can keep me from being too screwed up."

"Fascinating, utterly fascinating," Nezu muttered, then seemed to contain his own musings enough to prompt, "What happened next, I assume you didn't just jump straight to vigilantism."

Percy nodded, "I didn't," he confirmed, "It took me a couple of weeks to even figure out what was going on. I got lucky, public libraries are still free so I got into one in town and tried to figure out what the hell happened. Learning that superpowers were really a thing was a bit of surprise, cool as hell, but a surprise. I did some research and decided that maybe there was a power out there with some control over time. It seemed like a long shot, but it was literally the only thing I had pushing me forward."

"But why settle on trying to get our attention?" Nezu pressed, "And you still didn't really answer my question,"

Percy just awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, as an embarrassed flush crept up the side of his neck, "Um honestly? I just figured that your school worked kind of like Harry Potter's…"

Nezu just stared at him. And stared at him. And stared at him. He blinked, the scar on his right eye crinkling with the movement. Then he laughed. A deep, boisterous, and happy laugh.

"Uh someone want to explain that?" Midnight asked, looking a little put off, as Nezu continued to cackle. Even Percy looked uncomfortable.

It took a while, but eventually Nezu calmed himself down enough to speak, he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes with the back of his paw as he answered, "He means, that he believed that because I was the principal of this fine institute of learning, that I would be some all-powerful, all knowing puppet-master. Able to pull the right strings and decipher a way to get him home. And he decided upon that course of action, based on a children's book series, written over two centuries ago," he was giggling as he spoke, and by the end of it, he was cackling again. Falling onto his back as his arms and legs wagged in the air.

"I mean…he's not wrong," Percy admitted looking thoroughly embarrassed, "But I also figured that if he was the head teacher guy here, that he might also have an idea on whether or not someone might have the power to get me home. If anyone would know quirks and have connections, it would be the guy in charge of teaching and protecting the next generation of heroes, right?"

It was sound enough reasoning Aizawa supposed, if more than a little flawed in its execution, his line of thought was cut off as Percy spoke again.

"Honestly though, it was never my intention to be a vigilante or whatever. I was originally just going to walk up to the front door and ask. But someone stopped me and told me that I would set off the security systems if I went in without a pass. I got kind of stuck after that, it's not like I had any money, or any way to get a hold of you. And I more or less kind of stumbled into the vigilante thing," he admitted, "It wasn't a plan or anything like that, but I was coming back from hunting in the woods, I was camping out in one of the storage warehouses down at the docks, when I saw one of those villain guys attacking."

He looked down at his hands again, "I don't even remember thinking about it you know? I saw the damage they were doing and my body just started moving on its own." He saw All Mights skeletal form stiffen visibly at those words, his eyes wide in recognition as a glint of…something crossed over his gaze.

"Next thing I know, I've beaten him up and I got some bunny-girl screaming for my head about breaking the law!"

The kid looked up, wide-eyed and panicked, "I didn't mean to break the law, but I read up on what they do to people who use their powers without a license. I couldn't go to jail! You think anyone there would have believed me! They would have had me committed or something," His hands balled into his fists as his shoulders shook, "I just want to go home…" he whispered, wiping at his eyes slightly,

Then, a steely and determined look came across his features, "But when I saw how much attention I was getting in the media for what happened, I put a plan together. I thought that, if I made enough noise around the school, without making it look like I was trying to do anything too dangerous, I might be able to draw someone out from the school, and then I could get the audience I needed."

He turned his attention back to Nezu, a quiet desperation on his features, "So please sir," he begged, "Is there any way, any way at all that you can help me?"

During the course of Percy's rousing speech, the principal had managed to recompose himself, and he looked sadly at the desperate young man across from him.

"I am sorry young man," he said, his tone gentle and apologetic,

"However, there is no one on the planet, to my knowledge, with the kind of quirk that would be able to send you back home."

AN: Well, I can't say I'm not pleased with the reception! I have to admit, I'm keeping my expectations low for how well this story will do, given how little traction there is in the market for this kind of crossover. Monotonous exposition is almost over though! Merging two fandoms in even a semi-believable is always the hardest part, and I hope I've managed to do that here. For anyone thinking Percy spilled the beans too easily think about it like this: You're 200 years in the future, the gods are gone, everyone you know and love is dead, and all you want is a way to get home. Is lying really even worth it? Especially since it doesn't seem like there'll be any divine fallout on Percy's end? Just wanted to get across Percy's rationale if it wasn't clear enough in the chapter! Anyways, thanks for the support, glad to see this is getting some love! I'll just say fuck it, and have the reviewed chapter out tomorrow regardless of how well this does. Love you all, and stay safe.

Love,

Lil DB