A foot came slamming down by the criminal's face with a thunderous crash. He trembled at the force of it, his crab-like features rattling. He stared wide-eyed at the pro-hero who could effortlessly kick her foot up to his face with enough force to crack his skull. At least that was the impression he got from the dented steel wall.

Mirko, the rabbit hero, was a lean muscular woman with a rabbit quirk. Tanned taut skin over a wiry athletic frame gave the short woman a veneer of seriousness that one might not typically associate with someone called "The Rabbit Hero." Unlike some others with an animal quirk, hers had minimal physical manifestations. Two rabbit ears, and a short tail were all that she had to distinguish her quirk visibly. But her enhanced strength, speed, and agility thanks to her augmented legs were nothing to sniff at.

"I'm going to ask one more time. Then I'm beating the info out of you. Who were you smuggling, and where did they go?"

"I-I can't! If I say anything-"

Mirko rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, I've heard this a million times. 'they'll hurt me! They'll kill me! Wah, wah wah!' Gimmie a break. I've never seen it actually happen. You tell me what I want to know and you go to jail. You don't tell me what I want to know, then you go to the hospital… then jail. And trust me, your friends and colleagues are going to have much bigger problems than figuring out who blabbed. You really think you're the only one we're arresting today? Now talk, and make this easier on yourself."

He hesitated.

"A-all right. But you gotta promise it ain't getting back to me."

"Promi-"

She was interrupted by a ringing phone. With a huff, she put her foot down and pulled out her cellphone, gesturing to the police that were nearby.

"This guy's ready to help. He'll tell us what we need to know. I need to take this."

The crab-like criminal was a little confused at the sudden turn-around as he was escorted away by police. Mirko, frustrated, leaned on the railing on the dock and answered.

"What is it? If you have this number, I assume it's important."

"It is. Though if your busy, I can call back."

She instantly recognized the voice.

"All Might?! No, no, its fine! I was just wrapping up my workday. What's up? I don't hear from you too often. I thought you retired?"

"I did. From hero work anyway. I'm a teacher now, doing teacher things. That's kind of why I called actually. You remember that incident a few years ago, at the Korriban Center?"

She blushed a bit, remembering her embarrassing performance, and the humiliating rescue All Might had to perform. He had, like a true professional, kept mum about her embarrassing failure and the fact that he had rescued her as much as the hostages. Mirko, her pride unable to accept it as charity, had told him in no plain terms that she owed him one. And that eventually she'd pay him back. It seemed that time was now.

"So, you need my help with something? But you're not even a pro-hero anymore, right? What do you need me to do?"

"Well here at UA our students are about to go on another work studies program. A long-term one this time. I have a particular student who can't seem to stay out of trouble, and I was hoping you might let him work with you."

"What, you're serious? You want to call in your favor to make me babysit some brat?"

"He's a very promising young man, and I just want to make sure he's safe. You're a very capable Hero, and he's unfortunately picked up a lot of my bad habits. I know you aren't keen on working with others, and that's actually why I think you might be perfect for him."

Mirko rubbed the back of her neck, unsure. She really didn't want to have to keep some dumb kid from killing himself. But if this is what All Might wanted to ask of her… well of course she'd do it.

"Look, if it was anyone else… I'd say no. But I owe you one. Plus, I mean, come on, you're All Might. But I'm just letting you know now I'm not going to go easy on him just because he's your student."

"Heh. I wouldn't dream of it. He's a hard worker and dedicated to become the next number one hero. I have full faith he'll hold up against anything you throw at him. Its his self-destructive sacrificial nature that has me concerned."

That caught Mirko's attention.

"Well, tell me more about him. What's this kid's name, anyway? If he's taking after you, I don't see how that's a problem. Hell, I'd be proud."

"Hmm. In some ways, I am proud. But his utter disregard for his own safety is as dangerous as it is admirable. He has a deep desire to help others, but I worry his desire for victory is eclipsed by it. He needs a more nuanced view. Considering what I've done to my own body, I may be a poor example for him. But he's… well he's a bit hero obsessed. A major fanboy. He has high ideals that I feel he's crushing himself with. His name is Izuku Midoriya."

"Midoriya, huh? Sounds familiar. Look, I'll do it. But I'm just going to be honest here. It sounds like you're expecting a lot. I'd temper those expectations. I don't know the first thing about kids."

"I'm sure you'll do great. Thanks again for doing this."

"No problem."

She hung up as she stretched her arms above her head and gave an exasperated sigh. Man, what a drag. Babysitting some kid was not her style. But she owed All Might. She wasn't one to take charity. She decided to remove the thought from her head for now and get back to work.

She had tracked the human smuggling racket to this dock, and the particular criminal known as "Krabby" to his associates. She knew he was responsible for smuggling in unsavory individuals who wanted to bypass customs. But she wasn't sure how. He was a small fish. While she was sure the police would interrogate him and discover something, she wasn't about to let them do all the work.

Shigaraki sat opposite four American foreigners, they were in yet another dilapidated building, waiting demolition. He sat on a couch that wasn't too horribly stained, and they sat on another across a coffee table that Shigaraki suspected was provided by Giran. He wasn't alone, of course. Spinner and Dabi stood at the ends of his couch, refusing to sit.

"It's a pleasure to meet the League of Villains. We've heard quite a lot about you." The tallest one said.

The man was blond with a square jaw and sunglasses. He wore a simple blue suit and was the boss as far as Shigaraki could make out. The other three wore less affluent garb. One wore nothing at all, his body a translucent gray. He was seemingly made out of some kind of slime.

The one just left of the leader wore a black turtleneck with a silver "R" embroidered on it, with blue jeans and black cowboy boots. He wore a half-mask covering his face from the nose up. It too was black, with a silver embroidered "R" on the forehead.

The one on the right wore a white muscle shirt and cargo shorts, along with socks and sandals. He was quite muscular, and had a big bushy beard and a bald head.

"My name," spoke the leader, "Is Glass. My friends here are Recoil," he pointed to the one in the black turtleneck. "Stasis," he pointed to the bearded bald one, "And Goo." He pointed to the man who very much lived up to his name.

"We are here to join you, if you'd have us."

Shigaraki didn't respond. In fact, he just stared. Each one in turn found his gaze settling on them, an unamused expression on his face. He then looked back at the tall one, and yawned.

The other three looked offended, but Glass only smiled.

Shigaraki stood up, hands in his pockets.

"Why should I let you?"

"We're very talented individuals. We can be useful." Glass replied.

Spinner spoke up, a scowl on his face.

"I don't trust these guys. They're just grifters. They don't believe in causes; they just want to join a gang. We're probably the only ones they know in Japan. That's why they're even here."

Dabi rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly uninterested. However, he shared Spinner's sentiment.

"If these guys are so useful… why'd they flee America? They couldn't be useful there? I'm with Spinner. This smells rotten."

The gray blob of a man gave out a watery chuckle.

"Yeah, Glass ain't the best talker. Truth is we've found the land of opportunity just ain't all that opportunistic anymore. You ever heard of the Meta Liberation Army?"

Spinner spoke in the affirmative.

"Yeah, but that was a Japanese Organization last I checked. And it was disbanded a long time ago."

Goo, the grey slime-man, chuckled.

"Oh its founder may have been Japanese, but the Army was global. When it was destroyed all those years ago, they focused on the Japanese cells the most. Meanwhile, all the other branches of the organization started little scuffles of their own. Renamed themselves, sought to rebrand and continue as if nothing had happened. One of those splinter organizations was called the Star Spangled Legion. Ever heard of them?"

Tomura growled, annoyed that this was turning out to be a waste of time.

"No. Get to the point. Why should I let you join?"

"I'm getting to that."

Tomura glared at the four foreigners with unhidden contempt as he scratched at his neck.

"No. You're not. You're just wasting my time. I don't care where you came from. I don't even care what your motivations are. You said you can be useful, right? Then prove it. I'll give you a task. Do it, and I let you in. Think of it as a free trial. If I like what I see, I'll take you. If I don't… you can go bother someone else."

The men looked at each other, as if contemplating.

"That sounds fair enough," Glass said, "What did you have in mind?"

Tomura rolled his shoulders as he began to leave the dilapidated building, motioning for his two subordinates to follow.

"Something simple." He said, as he left the foreigners looking at him with confused expressions. "Back to basics, we're a little low on funds. So why don't you rob a bank? Giran will get you in contact with me when you win. If you don't, then I won't have to bother with you."

With that, he left, Dabi and Spinner leaving along with him as they shared one last glare at the Americans.

Stasis, the bald one laughed as they left.

"Well that went well!"

"Indeed," said Glass, his smile never wavering.

Goo, however, seemed to disagree.

"What are you two idiots talking about. They hate us. Probably because we're gaijin or whatever the fuck its called. Whatever. I only came to get my sister anyway… see you losers later."

The slime man stood up and twirled his torso about into a spring as he stretched himself, walking away from his three comrades. As he did so, his body began to morph and shift. In a few scant seconds, he appeared as a normal Japanese salaryman.

"Hey, don't you want to help us plan out the heist? Might be pretty fun doing an old-school bank robbery." Recoil said.

Goo shook his head, "Nah. I'll let you guys plan it out. You know how to reach me when you're ready. In the meantime, I'm going to go find out what the little whore is up to this time."

Glass gave a throaty chuckle as he smiled and waved at his departing friend.

"Don't beat her up too badly, Goo. She's still very useful to us. I would hate to have to… punish you."

Goo waved his hand in a dismissive fashion.

"Tch, yeah yeah. I got it. Keep the beating to a minimum."

With that, the mysterious Goo left the building same as Shigaraki, leaving the other three Americans to plan their heist.

Momo found being a prisoner in her own body was a horrific experience… at first. But now, it was almost boring. Brain-Jacker would speak for her, move her body, even participate in lessons with the same grace and finesse that Momo herself had. It was like watching a very boring movie starring herself. The villainess was also so good at impersonating her; no one ever questioned her behavior. She wasn't sure if that was due to Brain-Jacker reading her brain and making use of muscle memory, or if she was just a very talented actress.

No one, other than Izuku, seemed to notice that she was not in control of herself.

That was something that prickled at her mind, the very intimate encounters that Brain-Jacker forced her to have with her friend. She on one hand abhorred it. It was evil, through and through. But despite the fact that she couldn't control her body, she still felt every sensation. And, to her embarrassment and shame, she really liked having sex with Izuku.

She didn't hate him, she couldn't. And she couldn't deny that the sex was fun and enjoyable. She had wanted to, but it would have been a lie. Still, just because something was enjoyable didn't make it right! And the fact that she and Izuku weren't even in a relationship, made it all the worse.

"Oh, is that all? I can fix that, you know."

You have done quite enough!

"Pssh, not even. I'm just getting started. But hey, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. It usually takes a lot longer for girls to break. Good thing you're a cock-hungry slut."

I-I am not! I would never sleep around if it weren't for you! Sex is a sacred act and you're toying with people's lives! I won't let you twist things around!

"Alright, fair enough. It doesn't really matter anyway. Not like you get a choice."

Momo, if she could, would have slumped in her booth. She settled for shifting her attention on her classmates eating lunch.

Today, all the girls of 1-A were eating together. Sharing news, views, gossip and generally enjoying each other's company. Apparently, Momo's earlier foray into modeling with the Pro-Hero Uwabami had just started to become well known. The commercials were running now, at least. And Hagakure had been gushing about how cute she looked.

"- so there I was, in the lobby eating my cereal when I see Yao-Momo on the TV! Can you believe it! It was so cool! She was in this super cute outfit next to Kendo!

"It just made me wish I had gotten an internship. Then that made me think of all the people who did, and I realized it was almost all boys! Honestly, we need to train harder and show them all our girl power! Except for Yao-Momo, of course. She's already there!"

"Not at all, Hagakure. I need to train just as hard as the rest of you. I lost against Tokoyami, remember? And while I don't doubt he earned his place in the tournament, I really should have done better…"

Ashido patted the downcast Yaoyorozu on her back in a comforting gesture.

"Aw, Yao-Momo…"

"Speaking of the tournament," Uraraka said, "I'm surprised Deku didn't get farther. His fight with Todoroki was amazing!"

Yaoyorozu agreed.

"Definitely. His battle was a highlight. But I guess that just goes to show there's room for improvement everywhere. Even with Izuku."

While the entire table picked up on Momo using Izuku's first name, Tsuyu was the one to comment on it.

"Ribbit. Since when do you call Midoriya by his first name, Yaoyorozu? Ribbit?"

"Oh. I didn't realize… Well, he and I have been studying together a lot recently, and I guess we've just gotten closer."

Hagakure seemed to pick up on something.

"Ooh! Yao-Momo! Is this the budding flower of our first classroom romance!?"

Yaoyorozu chuckled.

"Well, he is a pretty great guy. Who knows? Maybe."

You're such a snake.

"Maybe. But you complained that you and Izuku weren't in a relationship. I wonder if your mind will change if I force him to be your boyfriend? It'll be easy enough."

That's not a real relationship! You can't force people to make these decisions!

"Pretty sure I can. Although… maybe it'd be fun to give you a little freedom sometime."

I don't like the way you said that.

While Momo was talking to her parasitical host, Uraraka was doing much the same.

"Oho. Looks like Momo is moving in on your man."

We both know it's you in there doing that. Besides, Deku isn't my man! She replied, and if she were capable of it, she would be blushing.

"But you want him to be. The real regret you have about making love to the boy is that I was there. Isn't that right? Now you're being cuckolded, not just by me. But by your dear friend Momo… who's smarter than you, stronger than you, taller than you, has bigger breasts than you-"

L-like that stuff even matters.

"And richer than you too. I know if I were Deku who I'd choose."

Well you aren't Deku! He's a better person than that. Way better!

"True enough. But still, I wonder if you were in charge… how you'd fare? Could you win Deku's heart? Probably not. You need me to make the big moves. Like sucking his dick."

T-that's not-

"Not what you had in mind; I know. But women, other women, underestimate how much a man loves physically. How much his need for love is incorporated into his need for sex. If I gave you back control right now, but kept having sex with him using Momo… who's company would he prefer?"

Not yours, you miserable evil witch! Even if you did do dirty things, he'd hate you forever for hurting Momo like that!

"And if I was out of the picture entirely? And Momo and Deku were still regularly intimate while you did nothing?"

Uraraka wasn't a girl experienced with dating, sex, or boys. She only had what her parents and society had taught her to fight against Brain-Jacker's constant verbal attacks. Sometimes she rejected them outright, but the truth was that Brain-Jacker's mental poison sometimes sounded convincing enough that Uraraka couldn't help but agree. She didn't want to, of course. But being forced to listen to such a woman, and being forced to preform illicit sexual acts over and over got to her.

She wanted to be Deku's girlfriend. Even after all that had happened. But she feared that with the abuse of her body, not only was her chance of a sincere loving relationship with Deku dashed, her chances at being a Pro Hero were shattered too.

She held out hope that Deku would find some way to free her, and they could put all this horror behind them. But a small part of her wondered if she would ever be free of Brain-Jacker. She wondered if any of them would be.

Mina felt strange as Momo joked about dating Midoriya. She herself had never even considering dating the boy before the other day. He was cute. But if she were honest with herself, she thought a lot of the boys in her class were cute. Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya… and even Bakugo.

She'd never date Bakugo though, his personality was horrible. She honestly never saw herself with Iida or Midoriya either. Actually, she hadn't considered any of the boys in her class as actual potential boyfriends. Though she may have had a fantasy or two about Todoroki. Though lately, with that incident with Midoriya…

She shook her head, embarrassed.

Though that did make her curious… were the other girls after any of the boys in their class?

"Ya know, Yao-Momo, its funny you brought up Midoriya. I'm, uh… actually going on a date with him this Saturday."

Though all five other girls seemed surprised, Hagakure was the most over the top in her reaction.

"What?! Ashido, you're dating Midoriya? When did this happen?!"

"I-it's not like that! We're not dating dating. I mean, we aren't an item! Not yet, anyway… I mean- We we could be eventually, but we're not right now! Or, I-I don't know. We're just going to the arcade is all!"

Jiro twirled her earphone jack about as she stared at the flustered pink girl with a deadpan expression.

"Wow. So we have two girls fawning over Midoriya? Didn't see that one coming."

Uraraka started giggling and rubbed the back of her head nervously.

"Um. Actually… I-I like him too."

"Ribbit, me too."

Jiro's nonchalant attitude became one of surprise as the elbow of the arm holding her head up slipped and she accidently slammed her head against the table. She wasn't alone in her bafflement. Hagakure had yet another outburst, though this time it got quite a few stares sent her way from other lunch tables.

Ashido was rather surprised as well. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Asui all liked Midoriya? This was crazy to her. She hadn't seen any of them flirting with him ever. Uraraka kind of made sense, she usually hung out with him all the time and they were good friends. But Yaoyorozu and Asui? When did that happen? She suddenly felt really bad about going on a date with him when she didn't even really know him all that well. The day in the gym was exciting at the time, embarrassing too, but she hadn't thought anything about anyone else's feelings. What if she made Midoriya fall in love with her because of how awesome she was, and one of the other girls missed out? That was a little narcistic maybe, but she could have sworn she'd seen this happen once in one of her romcoms.

Jiro righted herself as she regained her composure, rubbing her head.

"W-what the heck guys! I could kind of get Todoroki, but you all like Midoriya? I-I mean, he's a good guy and all, but this is- I mean when did this all happen?"

Asui, blunt as usual, spoke first.

"Ribbit. Well, during the USJ attack he, Mineta, and I were separated from everyone. We would have been a goner without him. He was calm and smart; it was really attractive. Then when the leader attacked me, he saved my life. I know we're supposed to be Heroes, but I felt really comforted having him hold me. I guess my feelings started then. I keep trying to get him to call me by my first name, ribbit, but he always forgets."

Ashido felt like her world was changing really fast. She had no idea Asui felt that way. And what was that about Izuku saving Asui's life? She caught herself. She blinked in surprise again, was she already calling him by his first name in her mind? She blushed again. What was going on?

Hagakure spoke up after, her voice shrill.

"O-ok. So that's Asui's reason. That's a good one, I guess. But what about you Uraraka?! Why Midoriya out of all the other boys?!"

"Well, besides how cute he is, and how smart he is, and kind he is, and caring he is?"

Jiro had a blush on her face as she furrowed her brow.

"Um. Y-yeah. Besides that."

Uraraka smiled and blushed.

"W-well, when we took the entrance exam… a big Zero-Pointer was coming near me, no one could stop it and I got stuck. I know, logically there was probably an off switch or something, but at the time I really felt like I was going to- well, die. He came out of nowhere, glowing like the sun! And then he destroyed the Zero-Pointer with one punch! Later I learned he broke his arm and both of his legs to do it. He hadn't gotten any points because of it, either…"

Ashido hadn't known that.

"W-wait. Then how did he pass?"

Uraraka smiled again.

"Well, turns out he got in on secret 'Rescue' points! The teachers saw him save me and thought it was impressive enough to let him in."

It was Yaoyorozu's turn to be impressed.

"Wow, that's amazing, Uraraka! I would have never guessed Izuku would have trouble in the exam, though. I'm more amazed Mineta got it, in I'm honest."

Asui disagreed.

"Actually, his quirk is really strong. It's just his personality that gets in his way."

Jiro added on to that as she looked over to him sitting by Kaminari, noticeably shorter than anyone else.

"…its not just his personality."

Jiro, still not really used to talking about boys for a long amount of time, had a blush on her cheeks as she turned her attention back to her own table. It didn't particularly bother her that everyone seemed to have crushes. That had been normal since middle school. It didn't bother her that she really didn't feel that way about anyone herself. That was normal too. But she was really confused about why they all seemed to be crushing on the same boy.

Midoriya was a good guy, of course, and he was okay looking. But she still felt a little out of place learning at least four out of five of her girl friends all wanted the same guy. At least she hoped it was just four.

"Hey, Hagakure," Jiro said, "You aren't crushing on Midoriya, are you?"

The hyperactive invisible girl crossed her arms multiple times, her sleeves fluttering in the air.

"No way! I mean… he's okay and all. But no thank you! No offense everybody!"

Yaoyorozu only giggled.

"No offense taken! But… do you have anyone you like Hagakure? I mean, you know who I like so it's only fair, right?"

The invisible girl paused for a bit.

"W-well I guess it would be fair. But you guys can't tell anyone not at this table okay?"

The other five girls all quickly agreed. Hagakure was still embarrassed, but pressed on regardless.

"I- I like… Ojiro…"

"Aw," Uraraka said "That's cute! Why do you sound so embarrassed, Hagakure? No need for that! I think you two would be a cute couple!"

"I don't know If I like him like that! I just… I admire him is all! His quirk is a lot like mine… not very flashy and pretty simple. But even despite that he's really amazing. Even if all he has is a tail, he doesn't get left behind at all!"

Jiro, just relieved to find not everyone was crushing on Midoriya, was still a little surprised at her choice. Not a single person crushing on Todoroki? She was sure they'd all picked him as the best looking. And the tallest and the most muscular was Shoji. Though he was rather abrasive. Same with Bakugo. Truth was, most of the boys were pretty muscular and good looking. Some didn't fit that mold, exactly. Mineta wasn't all that muscular, and though she didn't consider herself shallow, Kota and Sato weren't the most conventionally attractive.

"What about you, Jiro?"

Jiro was brought out of her thought by Yaoyorozu.

"Hm?"

"Who do you like?"

"Nobody, really. I mean… not like a crush or anything."

Asui, though her face was its typical neutral self, seemed happy at that.

"That's good, Ribbit. I wouldn't have wanted to compete with you. I already have to compete with Yao-Momo, Ochaco, and Mina."

That had Yaoyorozu and Uraraka laughing. Though Ashido only seemed concerned. Jiro decided to change the conversation to the upcoming work studies, to see if anyone had been found one yet.

The conversation shifted flawlessly, and Jiro was spared from having to talk about Midoriya any longer.