"Listen up!" Aizawa called as he slid on his indoor shoes at the dormitory entrance. Eri stepped conscientiously behind him, holding onto his pant leg while changing her shoes. The class waved at her and mouthed their greetings until Aizawa shuffled towards them. Eri ducked her head and smiled at the friendly faces as she trailed behind the tall, enigmatic man.

"Kuroyama woke up in the infirmary an hour ago and she and her friends are coming to bring in her belonging to the dorms. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka," the two perked up, "She's on your floor in the room at the very end."

The girls looked at each other and nodded in determination.

Perfect.

Aizawa moved among them as Eri stepped out from behind him and approached her friends.

"Can you play with me, Deku?"

The boy didn't blink, much less move from his seat on the couch, pressing the joint of his index finger against his chin. Eri frowned and inched forward, "Deku?"

Nothing.

She gently reached out and touched his leg. His thoughtful face, commonly mistaken for a scowl, turned to her. She flinched and leaned away from him.

For a moment, he stared at her intently until he realized what was happening. His brows smoothed out and his frown turned into the warm and happy face she was accustomed to.

"I'm sorry, did you say something, Eri?"

She shook her head and turned away from him. He clearly didn't want to be bothered today.

Maybe Froppy or Calamari (Kaminari) would play with her. Eri set off to find her other friends that hopefully weren't mad.

Midoriya's brows furrowed again, "Was she saying something to me?" He asked no one in particular.

No one answered.

Shaking his head and slapping his thighs, he inhaled and stood up. He was thinking too much. The space between his brows were hurting from being pinched for a while.

Truth be told, there shouldn't have been much to think about. The new hero course transfer wasn't good but wasn't bad. Still... he didn't like what he saw.

After Kuroyama passed out, Team Villain was declared winner. A student medic, Iyashino, rushed to her first and healed her with her quirk before going to Kacchan and doing the same.

When the gurneybots lifted Kuroyama off the ground, two handkerchiefs came tumbling out of her pockets. Todoroki went to pick them up and found that they were wet. At first, the boys didn't think much of it, thinking it was sweat, until Kirishima, awake and alert now, indentified it.

"She held that over my nose and mouth. I couldn't fight her off and before I knew it, I was out."

Todoroki lifted the rags to his face and nearly passed out himself. He teetered backward and fell on his bottom. "I think it's choloform," he stated while trying to shake the dizziness in his eyes.

Yaoyorozu, the resident Class 2A chemist, gently grabbed the handkerchief and wafted it to her face. She coughed and shook her head, "Yep. It's choloform. How did she get ahold of that?"

After reviewing the footage of the match, they found her walking into a fake convenience store where she grabbed bleach and rubbing alchohol (most of the buildings in Ground Beta had real items in it minus perishable foods, real currency, valuable metals, and programmable water and electricity) and a glass bowl, ripped open a box of masks , put one on and began to mix the two chemicals together. She then grabbed two handkerchiefs from another aisle and dipped them in quickly, took them out, placed them in a plastic bag, and shoved them in her pocket.

They checked the time stamp. It all happened the moment the buzzer went off to begin the exercise.

"So she knows things," Kacchan mused quietly to himself in the dark of the observation room.

Now he stood over a pot in the kitchen of the dormitory, gently stirring the curry before leaving it to simmer.

Why was he thinking about this match so much?

Was it the crazed, near psychotic look in her eyes when she realized she had become their captive? The way she held Shark Week in her hand? The speed in which she grabbed his arm, brought him close enough for him to smell her sweat, and snapped it in two in the blink of an eye?

His hand instinctively went to the arm that should've been in a cast had Rusty not absorbed his injury. The spot was firm and formed under his deltoid. With that same hand, he grabbed a spoon, dipped it in the sauce, and tasted it. Tasted just right; bland and sweet enough for these wimpy, spice-intolerant extras.

Bakugo glanced over his shoulder to see Todoroki standing over the rice cooker. "You'd better have remembered to put the water in there, Icy Hot."

The kid ran his hand through his short hair, "I did. But I think it's over cooked." He pressed the button to open the lid.

The smell of burnt rice hit Bakugo's nose and stomped over to see for himself. He grabbed a rice spoon and tried to scoop some out.

"This rice is so over cooked it's looks raw! How is that even possible?"

Todoroki shrugged, "I'm not sure. I set the timer correctly. Oh. My apologies, I seem to have set it for one hundred minutes instead of ten."

Bakugo turned up at his see his face, a harsh stare of unbelief in his eyes. "You never cease to amaze me, you candy cane idiot."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"Oh."

Ashido ran past them towards the seating area. "She's coming!"

In the blink of an eye, Class 2A stampeded to the windows and doors. Each body shoving against another, even Shoji and Tokoyami, the calmest and slowest of the class, were curiously peeking over.

Kuroyama, swamping her companions in size, was swaggering down the walkway, a massive roll of bed or futon or something on her shoulder, and a bunch of gym bags on her other hand. Her two friends were holding a small box each filled with things that seemed fragile.

"Hey! It's Iyashino!" Uraraka said with her cheek pressed up against the window.

Iyashino, oblivious to the eyes watching her from within, said something that caused Kuroyama to throw her head back and laugh. The sound rang out and snuck into the common space on the other side of the doors through every crack and crevice in between. It sent shivers down Midoriya's spine, in a good way. It sounded so confident and ready, a sound that can put anyone at ease.

"She doesn't look mad," Jiro pointed out as they followed the three walk up the steps to the dorm.

Just as the door knob twisted, it dawned on a few students that they were about to be caught stalking the new girl. They all rushed over one another, tripping and stumbling to in a desperate attempt to seem "natural".

Unfortunately, most of them were found in a massive dog pile right in front of the window when the three came in.