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Chapter 5: Blooming Villain


"What's it like learning from All Might?!" An over enthusiastic reporter asked Midoriya, shoving a mic in the boy's face even as he tried to take a step back.

"EH?!" shouted the nervous curly haired boy. "Ah… sorry. I'm due at the nurse's office…" He then carefully stepped around the reporter before running past the entrance gate of U.A.

"Tell us what the Symbol of Peace looks like in front of the class!" Another reporter demanded of Uraraka, who almost reached the gate, but was caught just ten feet away from it.

"How he looks?" the gravity girl repeated the question before raising her arms up and flexing them for the reporter. "Um… Super Muscly, yeah!" She then bowed her head before heading through the gate. "I'm sorry, but I have to get to class. Goodbye!"

"When All Might is…" One reporter started to ask a similar question, but paused when he realized who exactly he was addressing. "Huh!? You're that kid from the sludge monster incident!"

"Buzz off," growled Bakugo, not bothering to even face the reporter.

"Heh, despite being a total hothead, Bakugo has the right idea when dealing with reporters, doesn't he, Johnny?" chuckled Gyro as he walked beside his friend as they tried to make it past the small horde of media press that surrounded U.A.'s entrance.

"Yeah," agreed Johnny as he glared at the reporters. To the young American, they were like blood hungry hyenas that didn't really care of what they were chewing. It didn't help that nearly two blocks were covered with news crews looking for even a glimpse of All Might. They nearly shoved the paraplegic out of his new wheelchair—which had been provided by U.A.—in their desperate search.

Just seeing how they act so eager to find a scrap of juicy info about the Symbol of Peace reminded Johnny of his incident that left his legs lame. Specifically the aftermath, where the reality of how the world worked came crashing down on him.

"Excuse me!" A reported called out, snapping Johnny out of his darkening thoughts. Apparently they finally realized that the two foreigners were students like the others that passed through the gates. "But can you tell me of what you think of All Might? Is he your teacher?"

Narrowing his brow, Johnny refused to answer the question and merely gave the man a penetrating glare. Yet the man didn't seem to notice as he simply pushed his mic into the light-brown haired boy's face, waiting for an answer. Feeling his patience quickly leave him, the youth shoved the mic back before saying, "Get out of my way!" Letting out an irritated huff, Johnny then rolled his way through the gate, shoving pass all the reporters that where still standing in his way.

"You really need to learn some manners, Johnny," commented Gyro, keeping up with his protégé while ignoring the calls and cries for All Might from the remaining reporters.

"Weren't you the one who commended Bakugo just a second ago?"

"….Touché."

With that said, both boys headed inside, barely noticing the massive gate behind them shutting tightly as soon as one of the reporters tried to cross it.


"Good work with yesterday's battle training," Aizawa congratulated his class as he set the grades from the training on his desk. Despite knowing that his team won the training yesterday, Johnny eyed the papers warily. After all, this was Aizawa and even though All Might graded their progress, he would still give them some sharp criticism even if they didn't screw up. As if reading his mind, the shaggy-looking man turn his gaze towards Bakugo. "I looked over your grades and evaluations… Bakugo. Grow up already. Stop wasting your talent over pettiness and pride."

The spikey haired blonde looked like he swallowed a pinecone before looking down, his hair casting a shadow over his face. "… Got it…" said Bakugo.

Giving the boy a nod, Aizawa then turned his attention to Midoriya. "And it seems Midoriya ended yet another day with a broken arm. Learn to control your Quirk… because just trying isn't going to cut it. I hate repeating myself, but you have potential, assuming you can overcome this. Work at it, Midoriya." The look he gave the fanboy was hard, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, Midoriya lowered his gaze, much like Bakugo, but unlike the blonde, he then raised his head high, a determined gleam in his eye. "Okay!"

Yet his teacher barely acknowledged him as his gaze turned to Gyro, who gave a puzzled look when he too was singled out. "Gyro, unlike Midoriya and Bakugo, you've evaluation is a bit different. While you were able to keep your cool and perform rather well, you lacked focus when it came to the objective of the Battle Training."

"I don't understand, Sensei," admitted Gyro.

"When Uraraka went after the dummy missile, you instead followed after Midoriya and Johnny. If you were serious on your goal, you've would've went after Uraraka instead. Against Ida and yourself, she would've failed along with the hero team. Remember, to focus on your objective and give it your all instead of going for irrational and illogical accomplishments."

Gyro opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp look from Aizawa made him hesitate. After a few seconds of gaping like a fish out of water, the Italian seemed to collect himself. "Of course, Sensei," he said, "I'll try better next time."

Though Aizawa seemed to accept the boy's words, Johnny, however, noticed a particular tone when Gyro spoke. After spending a year training with the horse jockey, he learned to pick up on some of the more obvious ticks and habits his friend had. Right now, he seemed like he was half committed or not taking his teacher's advice seriously, but perhaps he was merely overthinking it. "Maybe I'm just being a little paranoid," silently thought Johnny. Though a part of him doubted that was the case.

"Anyway," said Aizawa, snapping Johnny out of his thoughts and regaining the attention of everyone in the room. "I could go on with criticizing everyone's results from the training, but that would be a waste of time. So I'll move on to our next piece of homeroom business for the day. Sorry for the sudden announcement but…"

"Oh please tell me he's not going to give out a pop quiz," the paraplegic thought in irritation. Already his annoyance was pretty high at the moment from the reporters, but if he had to do a pop quiz this early in the morning, he was going to be a foul mood for the rest of the day. Especially since his body still felt tired after Recovery Girl used her Quirk on him the day prior.

"You'll pick a class president."

While the others shouted in disbelief at their teacher's unnecessary build up, Johnny gave him a very flat stare. "Really? You had us all worried over something so stupid?"

"Oh, don't be such a buzz kill, Johnny," Gyro teased from behind him. "I think it's really cool. Besides, being president of the class means you're more likely to get noticed by the pros."

The American let out a snort at that, but said nothing as his gaze turned to the rest of his class. Everyone had their hands up, begging their teacher for the right to be president and some already started proclaiming what changes they would make if they got the job. He rolled his eyes when he heard some of the more ridiculous promises, Mineta's being the most stupid—seriously, what the hell was going through that little pervert's mind?—but he was surprised to see Midoriya tentatively raising hand with the rest of their class. Though he wasn't all surprised to see Gyro raising his hand, golden covered teeth shining as he stood up, trying almost desperately to be the one chosen by their teacher.

"Quiet down, everyone!" ordered Ida, his firm tone catching everyone's attention as they turned towards him. "Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility… But ambition doesn't equate to ability! This sacred office demands the trust of the constituents…! If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward the motion that our true leader must be chosen by election!"

"….You realize that you're not really proving your point when you're also holding up your hand up like that, right?" sarcastically said Johnny, giving Ida a blank stare as the dark-blue haired boy held up his hand high up in a serious manner.

"I know that, but despite my personal wish to be class president, I believe that everyone deserves a fair and honest way to obtain that prestigious position!"

"But Ida, we haven't know each other long enough to build any trust," Asui bluntly pointed out.

"And everyone'll just vote for themselves!" Kirishima exclaimed as he waved his hands around the room.

Ida then pushed back his glasses as a triumphant grin spread across his lips. "That's precisely why anyone who manages to earn multiple votes will be best-suited for the job!"

"Hmm, that makes sense actually," Gyro said thoughtfully. "I mean, some of the best elected leaders are those who gain trust and support of their followers before an election."

Ida practically beamed as his class started to become more accustomed to his idea. He then turned towards his teacher, who was currently stepping into his sleeping. "Will you allow this, Sensei!?"

"However you do it, just make it quick," he said as he squirmed in his sleeping bag before casually laying down and taking a nap.

"….That is going to be a thing throughout our school year, isn't it?" Johnny snarked, shaking his head as Aizawa started to snore softly.

Seeing their teacher's approval, the class quickly organized an impromptu voting system, complete with each voter being anonymous towards their pick and with everyone getting to vote once. One by one, each student got up from their seat and voted for their favorite candidate or, more often than not, themselves. When it was Johnny's turn, he decided to vote for Midoriya. He knew that the fanboy was better suited for Class President than himself. If anything Johnny thought that he was the least qualified for the job and never really had an interest with it in the first place. It didn't allow him to get any closer to his goal. Plus after seeing Midoriya in action, he knew he was the better choice by a mile.

When all the votes had been cast, everyone sat in their seats with bated breath, eager to find out who would be their Class President. As the one who came up with the idea, Ida counted the votes, putting them all up on the blackboard for all to see. When it was over, everyone was shocked by the results.

"I got four votes?!" exclaimed Midoriya, his mouth wide up in pure disbelief. While others congratulated his victory, with Bakugo being the only one who expressed his outrage, Johnny was also in a state of surprise.

"I got a vote?" he asked shock. While he was counted as one of the lowest ranked candidates, there was no mistaking the tally mark beside his name on the board. As his mind slowly started to register that fact, he wondered just who would waste their vote on him of all his classmates.

"What are you acting so surprised about, Johnny?" asked Gyro, giving the American a puzzled vote. "Didn't you vote for yourself?"

"Oh, of course I did, Gyro. That's why I'm asking such a dumb question."

"Well, you said it not me. Nyo, Ho, Ho." The paraplegic gave his mentor a flat look before letting out an annoyed snort. "Ah, cheer up, Johnny. At least you got a vote unlike some others…" He then cast his gazes over to Ida. The strict boy's head was currently hung low as he muttered how no one voted for him at all, even himself. "Honestly… he's the one who set this whole thing up and he doesn't vote himself?"

"Maybe he'll learn to think out his grand plans next time…" Johnny said absently, his mind still puzzling who would vote for him. "…Gyro who did you vote for?"

"Me, obviously! Who do you think is more qualified to be president than me…?" Suddenly his smile turned into a thin line as he glared at the votes on the board. "Although, I'm slightly annoyed no voted for me… Wait a second…" He then whipped his head around and glared at the young American. "You didn't vote for me?! I mean I can get why everyone else wouldn't, but really? You're supposed to have my back, Johnny!"

Johnny gave his friend a bland shrug. "Sorry, but I don't support nepotism."

"How's that nepotism?!" Gyro then shook his head in disgust, but paused when Midoriya was called to stand in front of the class alongside Yaoyorozu, who got the second highest amount of votes.

"Fine," said Aizawa, standing back up and casually taking off his sleeping bag as if he wasn't sleeping mere minutes ago. "So your president is Midoriya and your vice president is Yaoyorozu." As the classroom applauded their newly elected president and vice president, Midoriya continued to gape incredulously while Yaoyorozu looked disappointed by the outcome. "Now with that settled, let's moved on today's academic lessons."


"I'm just a little worried about whether or not I can really be president," admitted Midoriya as he picked at his plate of steamed rice and freshly made curry. It was lunch hour and the cafeteria was packed with students from all years.

"You can," Uraraka assured the fanboy before stuffing her mouth with another piece of delicious sushi.

"You wanted the job, didn't you?" asked Johnny as he sat at the end of the table. While it was difficult to grab the meal that he wanted—the looks some of the upperclassmen gave him were also very irritating—Johnny never the less managed to grab a plate of pork cutlets before moving to sit next to his classmate. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if it's something you wanted in the end. What I want to know is, who voted for me. I'm not exactly presidential material."

"Maybe it was Kirishima?" suggested Uraraka. "You seemed to impress him with your manliness!"

"Manliness, huh?" Somehow, Johnny doubted that was the case.

"At least you had people voting for you," Gyro added before sending his protégé a flat look. "You seemed to impress him with your manliness!"

"Y-Yeah, but… I don't know, I just feel like I'm not good enough for it…" Midoriya muttered, shifting the conversation back to him, before looking down uneasily.

"Worry not, Midoriya," said Ida before bringing a spoonful of curry to his lips and downing it quickly. "Your grit and decisiveness in a pinch make you perfectly suited to lead us all. That's why I voted for you."

As soon as the words left the strict boy's mouth, Johnny paused before turning his head to face Ida, a fork still stuck in his mouth. "Wait… that was you?" he asked. "I knew that two of the votes had to be me and Uraraka—she's the only other person that I can think of who would vote for Midoriya—but I didn't one of the others would be you."

"But didn't you want to be president too, Ida?" Uraraka asked politely. "You have the glasses and everything."

"…Of course you would say something like that." Johnny gave the gravity girl a dry look, which she returned it with one of puzzlement.

Ida took a moment to take a sip from his drink before putting it down. "Again, ambition and suitability are different matters… I humbly made the choice I felt was correct."

"'Humbly'?" asked Midoriya, pausing from taking a sip coco cola.

"The way you talk… Ida, are you a rich kid?" Uraraka asked excited as she beamed at the strict looking boy.

"Is this true, Ida?" Gyro also inquired, jumping back into the conversation and abandoning his childish pouting. "Are you a real Richie Rich?"

Seeing that now three of his classmates were giving him puppy dog stares, all except Johnny who continued to eat his food without pause, Ida let out a sigh before placing down his spoonful of curry. "I don't like people to know, so I try to hide it, but… yes, mine is a renowned hero family. And I am the second son."

As the others overdramatically gasped at the revelation, Johnny paused from slurping down some noodles before sending Ida an inquisitive look. From the first day of class, the American suspected that the rule-abiding boy was from an elite family. After all, he too was from a family that accumulated great fame and wealth throughout the history of horse racing. While he had never flaunted his wealth since his incident—a harsh lesson that even now caused his eyes to darken ever so slightly—he was able to notice little signs of Ida's heritage.

However, he didn't think that Ida was from a whole family of heroes. And he was their second son. Which meant there must be a done of pressure for him to live up to family trade. Something, unfortunately, Johnny also knew all too well.

As the American's expression continued to turn bleaker, Midoriya's own eyes were practically sparking after Ida asked if they knew the Turbo Hero, Ingenium. "Of course!" he shouted excitedly. "He employs sixty-five sidekicks at his office in Tokyo! So you're…"

"You're well informed…" commented Ida before pushing back his glasses, leaning back and lifting his chin up high. "Yes, he is my brother."

"He's so frank about it! Wow!" Uraraka couldn't contain her glee as she practically jumped in her seat.

"He's leads people with unwavering adherence to rules and regulations. A truly beloved hero! It's my admiration for my brother that's inspired my own desire to become a hero." He paused for a moment before turning his gaze towards Midoriya, a humble smile forming on his lips. "Though I realize I'm not ready to lead anyone. As the superior candidate, it was the right choice that the role should go to you, Midoriya."

As the fanboy's expression morphed from one of disbelief to one of gratitude, Johnny turned his head to the side, gazing out a nearby window. Outside the sun was shining with only a few clouds up above. One cloud in particular, a small piece of fluff that separated itself from a huge chunk, started to morph into something that looked almost like white mouse.

"You're so smart, Big Bro!"

"Nicholas… Danny…" he whispered as he felt his heart clenched painfully. The American felt moisture slowly building up in his eyes before quickly wiping it away with a sleeve. Despite the anguish of remembering that memory, Johnny refused to let his classmates see him like that. He didn't need their pity.

Sadly his attempt to go unnoticed was far too late. "Hey Johnny… are you alright?" asked Midoriya, looking concerned as the others paused in what they were doing to look at him. "You look a little upset about something…"

Yet as the paraplegic angrily turned around to say that he was completely fine, he was interrupted by a sudden high pitched screech that echoed throughout the cafeteria followed by equally loud beeping. Everyone in the room froze for a moment before quickly getting up from their seats, wondering what was going. Some, like Uraraka, spluttered as they nearly choked on their food as soon the alarm went off. They soon got their answer as intercom suddenly buzzed to life. "Security Level Three has been broken," a stoic, robotic voice announced. "All Students. Please evacuate in an orderly fashion."

"What is Security Level 3?" Ida asked a nearby upperclassman, emphasizing the question with a flourish of his hands.

"It means someone infiltrated the building and school grounds!" The older boy answered as he quickly shoved himself away from his table. "Hasn't happened in my three years here! Anyway, hurry up and get outta here!"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, nearly all the students started to run for the exits in a panicked rush. Johnny tried to join his classmates and push his wheelchair away from the table, but it was nearly impossible as everyone quickly bunched together as they tried to escape. With everyone in such a cramped, disarrayed environment, the light-brown haired youth soon was separated from his classmates. "Johnny!" he briefly heard Gyro call out for him, but it was no use as he swept away in the tide of human flesh. All kinds of body parts shoved against him as nearly everyone ignored the fact that he was a cripple, shoving his wheelchair forward and nearly throwing him off in the process.

Yet this didn't deter the American. Growling viciously, Johnny started to shove his fellow students away from him. His eyes scanned for the exit or his classmates, but due his disabilities, he couldn't see anything past the heads of everyone around him. "God dammit, move!" he roared, growing more frustrated with every elbow nicking his head and arms.

Suddenly he was pushed off his wheelchair by an overly frightened student, landing on the cold floor with a soft thud. He only had a moment to let out a grunt before rolling on his side as several feet nearly stepped on him. Hardly anyone noticed that he was currently on the floor, those who did barely had time to react as the crippled youth was forced to crawl and roll his way from being crushed by the student body of U.A.. Although this proved to be difficult as several feet roughly collided with his side and narrowly missing his fingers.

After letting out a rough cough and a string of curses in English, Johnny tried desperately to find his wheelchair among the mass of human bodies. He hated every second being on the ground. Or rather how vulnerable and pathetic he must have looked right now, but thankfully at the moment, no one seem to notice him at all. For a moment he thought he heard Ida shouting that it was the media who somehow got into the school. If that was the case, then the American was now officially pissed off.

"You got to be freaking kidding me! I'm on the god damn floor, getting kicked around like a football and it's because the paparazzi decided to raid the school?!" Johnny furiously thought as he tried to move, but only got unintentionally kicked around some more.

That is until he felt someone grab from underneath his arms before holding up and above the crowd. Blinking in surprise the paraplegic looked down to see familiar spikey, red hair and crimson eyes. It was Kirishima. Yet he wasn't alone as Kaminari stood next to him, trying to shove several panic-ridden students away from them.

"You ok, Johnny?!" the red head asked, before stumbling forward as several students tried to shove him from behind. Thankfully he managed to keep his footing before he could drop the American. His gaze then turned to those around him "Slow down! Slow down already! Can't you see we almost had a causality here?!"

"Do I look ok?" retorted Johnny, irritation and anger oozing out of his voice. "Where the hell are the others?!" He tried to scan for room for the rest of his classmates, but with everyone still trying reach exit, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. A very dangerous and disorganized haystack.

"We don't know, we got separated from Jiro, Sero, and Ashido just a moment ago," answered Kaminari, trying to keep composed despite the fact that someone was currently stomping down on his foot.

Before either of them could say anything else, something flew past Johnny. Quickly turning around he saw it was Ida, flying through the air with the help of Uraraka and his own Quirk, before slamming just above the door to the exit. His posture looked rather strange as he recovered, like he was running mid motion or that of a exit-sign, but he didn't seem to care as he took a deep breath. "Everyone! EVERYTHING'S FINE!" he shouted boldly, causing everyone's to stop panicking for a moment to stare at him in bewilderment. "It's just the press. There's nothing to panic about. We're fine! This is U.A! Behave in a way befitting this great institution!"

The strict boy's words seemed to calm down the rest of the student body. Almost everyone started to give relieved looks at the news, but there were some who looked confused as they tried to look outside the windows to confirm the strict boy's statements.

"Well… at least they stopped acting like chickens with their heads cut off," Johnny sardonically thought as he was still being held up in the air by Kirishima. He would have found it a bit funny how Ida stopped the mass panic with his bold, if not silly actions, but right now he was quite irritated. Letting a sigh, the young paraplegic hoped that would be enough excitement for the rest of the day. "After all, it can't possibly get any worse today…"


It was around noon time when the media was forced off the academy grounds by the police. Thankfully no was severely hurt during all the excitement, though some students like Johnny were treated for minor bruising, and everyone was sent back to class without delay. Yet as soon as everyone assembled in Class One-A, Midoriya and Yaoyorozu stood up before taking their place in front of the chalkboard.

"May we have your attention, please?" the dark haired girl asked before nodding her head to the curly haired boy. "Go ahead, Class President."

"W-We'd like to choose the other student council members!" Midoriya stuttered out, still looking surprised that he was president. "But… before that… This is important! I believe… That Ida is better suited to be class president…!" That caused everyone in the room to give him sharp, surprised looks, but he didn't give them a chance to speak. "You all saw how well he led everyone in that crisis earlier. I think… He's the correct choice for the job."

"You're a real Cincinnatus aren't you, Midoriya?" joked Gyro as he rested his head on a fist. "Not that I mind, especially after seeing Ida become a human stop sign. Nyo, ho, ho!"

"Ah! Sounds good to me!" agreed Kirishima, an excited smile plastered all over his face. "Ida really showed his stuff back in the cafeteria! Not that I've got anything against Midoriya!"

"Again, you have a talent for accidently making backhanded remarks," commented Johnny, rolling his eyes for a moment before turning his gaze towards Midoriya and then to Ida. "… Whatever, doesn't matter to me whose president…"

"I agree with Johnny…" Aizawa spoke up from his little spot beside the chalkboard, glaring intensely at his class. "What a waste of time… Just get on with it so we can move onto our other lessons for the day."

"Y-Yes sir!" the entire class quickly agreed, all the way trying not to make eye contact with their currently grumpy teacher.

"Very well, I accept this job, then!" Ida announced, quickly standing up to give a salute to the class. Johnny rolled his eyes once more and it didn't help that the rest of his classmates started calling the dark haired boy "Mr. Exit Sign".

Ida was congratulated several times by his classmates before finally Aizawa stood up, causing everyone to settle down least they incur his wrath. "Now for today's basic hero training… This time, All Might, myself, and two others will supervise."

"Must be an important lesson if four heroes have to teach it," Johnny wondered silently.

"Um, what're we doing exactly?" Sero asked with a hand raised up high.

"We'll be teaching two lessons, actually. Hence why we need this many teachers today." Aizawa then dipped a hand into his suit before pulling out a card with the word Rescue written on it. "Preparing you for disaster relief, from floods and fires. This will be your first lesson: Rescue Training!"

"Rescue, huh?" Now that certainly captured Johnny's attention as well the rest of his class. After all, beating up the bad guys was only half of a hero's job while the other half was saving people's lives from all the nasty things that life decided throw at them. Yet he knew this training was going to be difficult just like the rest, if not more so due to the fact that his disabilities prevented him saving people effectively. He grimaced at that thought, but he paused when he caught the look that Gyro was giving him. It was excited and eager, but there was a knowing, if not smug gleam in his eye. "What are you up to, Gyro?"

"You'll see, my apprentice," the Italian sang out merrily, causing the light-brown haired youth to give him a flat look, but said nothing else.

"Hey, I'm not done," said Aizawa, causing his class to quiet their chattering down and focused on him once more. "As for your next lesson… well, I'll let the one in charge of it to tell you about it right now." Everyone gave the scruffy-looking teacher confused looks, but paused when the door to the class opened up.

Suddenly something shot out of the hallway before hooking around the podium where Aizawa stood. Not even a second passed by before someone flew through the room and landed gracefully on the stand, placing a hand on his hip and crossing his legs in a comfortable fashion.

He was a tall man, perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties, and quite obviously a foreigner with his honey blonde hair and a handsome face. Twin sideburns adorn his cheeks as his eyes were a merry color of blue. As for clothing, he, like many teachers in U.A., wore his hero costume. Adorning his hands were grey gloves that had twin bracelets resting around his wrists. A dusty brown long-sleeved shirt covered his chest, though the sleeves took on a darker shade compared to the rest of the piece and also had black spots running up them. A similarly colored handkerchief wrapped itself around his neck while a gun holster, with a revolver residing in it, kept his grey riding pants from falling down. The belt buckle had the letters "MT" engraved on it. Lastly a cowboy hat of white with black stripes sat comfortably on his head.

The entire classroom was silent as they were awed by the dramatic entrance from the newcomer and the clothes that he wore. Yet none were more stunned than Johnny. He knew this man. After all, the man was once his idol along with his brother when he was a child.

"Allow me to introduce myself," the cowboy said with a winning smile, his Japanese, while slightly accented, was near perfect, before jumping off the podium to stand before the students. "My name is Nevada Smith, but you can call me by my hero name, the Cowboy Hero, Mountain Tim. I'm also your survivalist teacher." As soon his professional name left his lips, the young students all started to chatter excitedly

"Still dramatic as ever, Mountain Tim," Aizawa sighed as he scratched his chin, glaring at the cowboy.

"Ah, but I had to make a good first impression, Aizawa, otherwise they wouldn't take me seriously."

"Oh my god, it's really Mountain Tim!" said Midoriya, his hands covering his mouth in an attempt to contain his excitement. "I can't believe one of the most famous American heroes is teaching at this school!"

"Geeze, chill out, Midoriya, before you bite off his fingers by accident," joked Gyro before turning to Johnny. "Heh, you must be happy seeing such a familiar hero, aren't you, Johnny?"

The paraplegic didn't bother to respond to that. Instead he stared at their cowboy teacher who waited patiently for the class to quiet down. "Now that you got that out your system, you might be wondering what the other lesson you will be having today with your basic hero training," summed up the handsome man. "Well to put it quite simply, you're going to be facing something else isn't related to Quirks."

For a moment, Johnny gave him a puzzled look before his eyes suddenly widened in realization. "No way… he can't mean…"

Yet before he could finish that thought, Mountain Tim then raised a hand up. Johnny's eyes then stared in shock as the cowboy's entire arm separate apart into small sections, each connected by what looked like rope. His classmates gasped as they watched as the flesh on the ropes didn't bleed or show any piece of gore at all. Instead, the insides looked slightly darkened and not anatomically articulate.

"For those you who know about me, you might believe this is my Quirk. But it's not." This caused the young students to give him shocked and puzzled looks, but he carried on with what he had to say. "It's a little known secret, but my Quirk is simply creating small flames from my fingertips. No. This is my Stand, Oh Lonesome Me. It allows me to separate my body and spread myself along a rope." He then pulled his arm back together, the rope seamlessly disappearing into his body. "Today, you won't be learning how to survive out in the wilderness from me, that's for another time. Instead you're going to be learning about Stands and how to face them in combat."

"W-Wait, so you're like Johnny?!" asked Ashido, looking both stunned and excited by the cowboy's revelation.

"That's correct, little lady." The smile he sent to the alien-looking girl caused her cheeks to become a darker shade of violet, but his gaze was already turning towards the young paraplegic. "Yet unlike me, his Stand is not integrated in his body. His Stand appears to be a close-range type that allows him to shots his fingernails. Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. There will be time to explain the full extent of Stands later and I don't want to anger your teacher for the rescue portion of today's lesson by being late."

"B-But, Sensei, what exactly are Stands?!" asked Ida as he, and the rest of his class, look incredibly confused.

"Well, I guess I can tell you that much if we make this quick. Stands are the personification of life energy, or the Soul as it were, of an individual and are given physical form. While little of is truly known about the nature of Stands at this point—in fact it was only discovered just a couple generations ago, which is also why many schools haven't taught anything about them as of yet—but what is known is that a Stand possesses powers that represent the psyche and resolve of an individual or, as I like to put it, their fighting spirit."

"Their fighting spirit…?" Johnny silently wondered before looking down to see Tusk crawling on his left hand. Somehow, he doubted that this little creature represented his psyche, but at the same time it did grant him the power to be here in U.A. So maybe there was some merit to Mountain Tim's words. If that was the case, then he needed to know every single piece of information the cowboy had to offer. He still remembered his legs twitching when he first got Tusk and if there were ways to unlock the power of his Stand, then maybe he could reach his goal a lot quicker than he originally thought.

"As for how people obtain a stand… Well, it's a little complicated to simplify it in such a short span of time, so I will just say that the current known way is currently very dangerous and even then it's not guaranteed that you would survive the process." His eyes then shifted over to Johnny once more before looking down at the little pink elephant in the boy's hand. "You're really lucky, Johnny Joestar, you could've been killed when your Stand manifested."

"Well, it's not like I was trying get stabbed by an arrow in the first place," Johnny said sarcastically, ignoring the puzzled and shocked looks most of his class gave him, though he felt sweat starting drip down his neck. It didn't help that both Mountain Tim and Aizawa gave him sharp, penetrating stares as soon as he mentioned the arrowhead. Was he really close to being killed when he gained a Stand?

"… We'll talk more about that later," concluded Aizawa. The class protested at this, demanding answers for thousands of questions they had, but they quickly clamped their mouths shut as the scruffy teacher's harsh gaze fell on them. He then pulled out a remote and allowed the wall that contained their costumes to open up. "It's up to each of you to whether or not you wear your costumes. As some of them are ill-suited to this sort of activity. The training site is a bit remote, so we'll be going by bus. That's all. Get ready."


"Line up accordingly to your I.D. numbers," Ida announced, gesturing with his hands and blowing a miniature whistle as his classmates started to fill the bus. It didn't take them long before they had all their costumes on, although Midoriya's costume had to be replaced with his gym suit due to the damage it received the day prior. As for Johnny, his suit had to be swapped out for his gym shirt, but thankfully he got lucky and was able to continue to wear most of his stylish apparel. "Fill those seats in an orderly fashion."

"Ida's going full throttle…" commented Midoriya as he stood beside the American.

"Did you expect anything else to happen once you resigned?" asked Johnny before rolling his chair towards the bus.

"Ah, Johnny!" said Ida as he pushed back his glasses. "If you give a moment I can secure the wheelchair elevator to the bus and—"

"No need." Johnny ignored the newly elected class president, causing him to blink and turned towards the American who now parked himself in front of the entrance into the bus. Without a word, the paraplegic carefully leaned forward in his wheelchair before flinging himself off. Before he could hit the sharp corners of the steps, he caught the guardrails, holding himself aloof. Some his classmates behind him let out concerned gasps at such a dangerous action, but he didn't pay attention to them.

Letting out a grunt, Johnny started to slowly pull himself forward until he was the floor of the bus. Those of his classmates who were already inside gave him surprised and worried looks with some of them quickly standing up. Yet before they could even take a step towards him, he gave them a scathing glare that froze them where they stood. He hated the looks they gave him at the moment, even if they were genuinely worried, but he would be damned before he accepted their help. For the paraplegic, this was his way of proving that he wasn't simply a one trick pony and could still move around. Even if it made him look entirely pathetic.

Gritting his teeth, Johnny made his way to an empty seat before climbing into it. "Hey… are you alright, Johnny?" The crippled youth turned to his right and saw Kirishima looking at him, concern written all over his face.

"Terrific," he said sardonically. Everyone wanted looked like they wanted to say more, but the dark, smoldering look in Johnny's eyes kept them silent.

"Geeze, Johnny, tone it down it a bit before you decide to melt the bus with your laser eyes," said Gyro as he stepped into the bus with the paraplegic's now folded wheelchair. He quickly secured it in the handicap section of the bus before moving to sit down beside Johnny who was still frowning at him. "Come on. Turn that frown upside down." He then pushed his fingers upon the American's cheeks, causing a forced smile to appear. "After all, I got a special surprise for you once we get to the rescue training area."

"Oh I can't possibly wait," snorted Johnny, whacking the offending hands away from his face.

"That's the spirit, Johnny!"

The American rolled his eyes, but said nothing else as he rested his chin on a fist and watched the rest of his class quickly fill up the rest of the seats in the bus. Once everyone was buckled up, the bus started to head towards its destination.

"I generally say what's on my mind, Midoriya," Asui suddenly spoke, catching the curly haired fanboy off guard.

"Oh?! What is it, Asui?" asked Midoriya.

"Call me Tsuyu." The frog girl requested as she turned to face him. "Your quirk resembles All Might's."

As soon as he heard her words, Johnny blinked, raising his head up to stare at both Tsuyu and Midoriya. For a split second, the fanboy's face gone deathly white and he started to tremble intensely before recovering somewhat. "R-R-R-Really? Nah, I mean, I…" He tumbled over his words and to anyone else, it would seem like he was just embarrassed that he would have a power similar to his hero.

Yet Johnny could tell there was something else to Midoriya's behavior. He knew that the fanboy somehow got a Quirk, but he didn't know the details. He assumed that he found something similar to the arrowhead that granted him Tusk, but that was just him grasping at straws. Now that he thought about it, Midoriya's Quirk was definitely very similar to All Might's, right down to the famous Smash he used during the entrance exam. Suddenly Johnny's eyes widened as a growing suspicion crossed his mind. "But's impossible… there's no way someone could…"

"Hold up, Tsuyu," said Kirishima, interrupting Johnny's thoughts as he turned to face the red head. "All Might doesn't get hurt though. They're already different that way."

"He's has a point… But…"

"But that sort of simple strength-enhancing quirk is awesome! You can do a lot of cool stuff with it!" The sharp toothed boy then raised an arm up high for all to see. Within a mere second the flesh hardened, giving a rockier texture without actually turning to stone. "Not like my hardening. I'm good in a fight, but it's really boring."

"I think it's pretty neat though," Midoriya assured him, taking the opportunity to take the conversation away from him. "Your quirk's more than enough if you wanna go pro."

"Pro! But don't forget that heroes also have to worry about popular appeal!"

"My Navel Laser is both strong and cool," inputted Aoyama, giving his classmates a dazzling smile as he joined the conversation. "Perfect for a pro."

"As long as you don't blow up your own stomach!" Ashido pointed out, to which the sparkling blonde's face fell at her words.

"Look at this way, Aoyama," said Gyro, his signature grin on his face. "If you do blow up your stomach, then maybe you can fire your laser out your mouth. BLAAARGH!"

Everyone gave him flat looks while Johnny merely pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sometimes I really wonder what goes through your head, Gyro," he said.

"Why, all these awesome jokes, Johnny!"

"Right. That's totally it…"

"You guys want to talk strong and cool?" asked Kaminari from his seat next to Aoyama. He pointed to a certain spikey haired blonde and then at the white and red haired boy sitting in the back of the bus. "That'd be Todoroki and Bakugo."

Bakugo blinked at being suddenly addressed before clicking his tongue and stared out the window. Todoroki didn't even grace his classmates with a look.

"But Bakugo's so unhinged. He'll never become popular." Tsuyu said so bluntly that Midoriya spluttered uncontrollably while Johnny, who went back to looking out the window, let out a chuckle.

"What'd you say frog-face?!" roared Bakugo, standing up and gripping the guardrails as he glared at Tsuyu.

"See."

"We've only barely started socializing and already you've made it abundantly clear to us the unpleasantness of your steamed turd of a personality." Kaminari grinned even as Bakugo's death glare at him intensified.

"Oh, not bad, Kaminari," complimented Gyro. "Needs a bit more work, but still not bad at all."

"Yeah, okay, Mr. Vocabulary. How about I pound you?!" Bakugo demanded as he trembled in rage. He then turned his gaze towards the Italian jockey. "And don't think I forgot what you did to me in the Battle Training, Gold Tooth. Unless you want to me break your teeth, shut it!"

"I'm petrified beyond all belief." Gyro's smile, however, told everyone that what he just said was a total lie. This only made the explosive boy grind his teeth in frustration.

"Kacchan's getting bullied…!" Midoriya muttered out in a low tone. Johnny would've missed hearing him, if he wasn't sitting right beside the fanboy. "Who'd have thought! Guess that's U.A. for ya…!"

"There's always a first for everything," said Johnny, causing Midoriya to jolt up as he realized he muttering outload. "Trust me on that… I know the feeling…" The American's face darken for a moment, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by an energetic voice from the back of the bus.

"If we're still talking about cool and strong powers, then Johnny's Tusk is really awesome!" exclaimed Sero. "Like, you get to shoot your fingernails like they were bullets with the help of your Stand!"

"Yeah, he's just like a manly American cowboy!" Kirishima added as he gave the paraplegic a toothy grin.

"Plus it's really cute," Ashido commented. "Makes me want to pet it!"

"It's not a toy," said Johnny, giving bug-like girl a flat look just as Tusk materialized out his body before resting on his head, chiming softly.

"But you can't deny that it's adorable," Tsuyu pointed out as she watched the little pink elephant. "It's definitely going to have a certain appeal and probably going to be really popular when you go pro."

"I don't care if I'm popular or not…" huffed Johnny, causing most of his classmates to give him inquisitive looks.

"Eh?! But being popular is one of the best things a hero can have!" exclaimed Mineta as he jumped up onto his seat, staring incredulously at the paraplegic. "You get huge amounts of merchandise, have legions of fans, and all the girls that will—!"

"I'm not becoming a hero because I want to be popular, you rotten grapefruit." Johnny cut the annoying boy's rant short just as several of his female classmates sent Mineta death glares. "Besides… being popular is a waste of time and never ends well…"

"I think the top ten heroes of the world would disagree with you on that, especially All Might," joked Kaminari, but his smile soon disappeared after Johnny sent him a glare that would've drill holes in him if it could.

"You sound like you know what's it like, Johnny." Tsuyu ribbited as she turned to blankly stare at him. To the boy's growing annoyance, she wasn't the only one as her comment caused nearly everyone to turn towards the paraplegic, hungry to learn what kind of past he had. "Why did you want to become a hero anyway?"

For a moment, Johnny said nothing, simply returning the frog girl's stare with one of his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Midoriya giving him a sympathic look, but remained silent as the seconds dragged on. "Thank god he knows some tact…" silently thought Johnny. He didn't need anyone to explain his reasons for him for why he was here nor did he feel like becoming a sad sob story at the moment. But from the earnest looks his classmates were giving him, they weren't going to stop hounding him till he gave them something.

"Tsk… I came here in order to gain back what I lost." The youth then turned his head towards the window just as Tusk phased back into his body, ignoring the confused and curious looks nearly everyone gave him. Thankfully his gambit paid off. No one asked him any more questions of his personal history, though they did start to quietly mutter about what kind of past he had. Whether they were satisfied with his answer or grew bored with him, he didn't care as he simply watch the scenery pass him by.

It didn't take long before they reach their destination. The rescue training area was an incredible sight; a giant sized dome that stood out even amongst the other facilities that U.A. had offer. Yet once everyone was out of the bus and headed inside, they quickly saw why it was being used for today's training.

Inside the dome was several zones that had a different disaster theme with it. One area was a complete ruin of a city while another had nearly everything on fire. Even the flood zone had miniature whirlpools in waterpark, complete with a slide that had huge debris sliding into the main pool. It truly was the perfect place to practice rescue training. Once again, Johnny was conflicted on whether he should be impressed how the school managed to build this place or wonder how they got to funding for it.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa! Is this Universal Studios Japan!?" Gyro exclaimed as most of his classmates had similar reactions to awe inspiring sight.

"If it was, we would have been charged double before we made it pass the door," said Johnny as his eyes wandered over the many different zones in the building. Yet he paused when he saw something rather familiar. "No way… is that Slow Dancer?"

Indeed it was the appaloosa, standing beside the much younger Valkyrie as they were tied down next to a light post near the edge of the ringed center of the dome.

"Heh, told you I had a surprise for you when we got here." Gyro grinned just as the rest of their classmates noticed the horses.

"Are those horses?" asked Ojiro as he, and the rest of his classmates, finally noticed said animals.

"Hey! That's the one Johnny rode in the entrance exam!" exclaimed Kirishima as he pointed at Slow Dancer.

"And the other one belongs to Zeppeli," confirmed Tokoyami.

"But why they are here?" Hagakure asked as she waved her hands around, which almost seem like they were floating in midair due to being the only pieces of clothing, besides her shoes, that were visible on her body.

"That's what I want to know," said Johnny, giving the Italian horse racer a raised eyebrow. The spin master merely whistled innocently as the examined his fingernails. "Gyro…"

"Heh, sorry Johnny, but that's a trade secret," teased Gyro.

"They're here to help Mr. Joestar and Mr. Zeppeli in today's lesson," said an echo-tinged voice that had a very slight crackle in it. Everyone blinked for a moment, before turning to see a large astronaut standing near the stairs leading down to the special zones of the dome. "After all, in this type of training, you need to use any resource you got to overcome every disaster that exists. From floods, to landslides, to even conflagration… This is why I built this facility, to perfect the way people can help those in need. I call it the 'The Unforeseen Simulation Joint'!"

"It's the Space Hero, Thirteen!" Midoriya said, looking absolutely giddy to meet another famous hero. Yet if he was happy meet the astronaut-like hero, then Uraraka was practically a trembling with excitement.

"He's a gentlemen hero who does his best work in rescue scenarios!" She said as she jumped up and down gleefully. "Ooh, I love Thirteen!"

"Settle down, little lady." The brown haired girl blinked before she, and the rest of her classmates, turned to see Mountain Tim coming up the stairs behind Thirteen. "Save some of that energy for your training. I hate to see one of my students wear themselves out before they had a chance to shine."

Uraraka flushed at his words, but giving him a nod. "Oh! Sorry, Smith Sensei…"

"You can call me Mountain Tim if you wish."

"Thirteen, where's All Might?" asked Aizawa, walking past his students to stand before the Space Hero.

"About that, Senpai…" Whatever else Thirteen had to say was lost on the students as he leaned forward and spoke in a low tone that only the messy haired teacher could hear. Yet Johnny could tell what he had say wasn't pleasant as Aizawa suddenly grimaced as if he was annoyed by something.

"The height of irrationality…" Aizawa suddenly muttered loud enough for his students to hear, causing them to give him confused looks, before he turned to face him. "Ok, so, All Might won't be here for a while. Apparently he got caught up with some villains on his way here. So only Mountain Tim, Thirteen, and I will be teaching for the rest of the day. So let's get started."

"Before we do, I have one or two points I would like to discuss," Thirteen said as he held up a hand. "Or three… or four…"

"And then a couple from me as well," Mountain Tim added with a grin.

"Get on with it already," said Johnny, not really in the mood for a skit that was almost as bad as Gyro's jokes.

"Right, sorry." Thirteen let out an embarrassed cough before holding a gloved hand. "As you know, my Quirk is called Black Hole. It can suck in and tear apart anything."

"And you've used it to save people in all sorts of disasters," said Midoriya while Uraraka nodded her vigorously beside him.

"She's like a bobble head at this point," thought Johnny, rolling his eyes before focusing his attention back to Thirteen.

"Indeed… However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities. In our super-powered society, the use of Quirks, is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that this system is a stable one. But we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die."

"The same goes for Stands as well," Mountain Tim added, his eyes glancing at Johnny for a moment. "While they don't have any many restrictions on them, due to what little we know about them, it's not unlikely that a Stand can kill someone just as a quirk can. If not more so! That is why I'm here today to help teach you all how to handle Stands, what we currently know about them, and what to do when encountering a villain with one."

As soon the cowboy finished his sentence, Johnny felt a tinge of anticipation run up his spine. While the paraplegic understood the message behind Thirteen's and Mountain Tim's words, he barely paid any attention to it as his mind raced with thoughts of about what the cowboy might know about Stands. Particularly if he knew anything about the arrowhead that gave him his power. Ever since he got his Stand, he barely gave it any thought due his training for the entrance exam. Now, however, he wanted to know more. No, he needed to know more. If the arrowhead could grant him something that was considered miraculous like the Spin, then perhaps, if only by a slim chance, it could grant him his true desire.

Johnny's thoughts soon came back to the present conversation when he notice Thirteen giving the cowboy a solemn nod before turning to face his class once more. "During Aizawa's physical fitness test, you came to learn your own hidden potential. Through All Might's Battle Training, you experienced the danger that your respective quirks can pose to others… This class will show you a new perspective. You will learn how to utilize your quirks, and Stand, to save lives. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people. As heroes. That's all! Thank you for listening."

"Heh, you always know how put the kids in a good mood, Thirteen." Mountain Tim grinned as most of the students energetically applauded the Space Hero's speech. "Now then, the schedule will start out like this. We'll perform Rescue Training first to give you all a feel of things with how the USJ works and later we'll dive right into Stand awareness. However that doesn't mean Aizawa or I will be left out of teaching you on how to save lives. So get ready! We'll start—"

Suddenly he paused midsentence, his expression becoming tense as menacing air filled the dome. He and Aizawa both then turned towards the center of the disaster dome, confusing their students in the process. Johnny, who was the closest to the stairs that led down to the center, at first didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but his eyes went wide when something abruptly appeared near the huge fountain in the middle of the circle.

It was a small, black hole. It slowly grew till finally something emerge from within the dark swirling void.

It was a grey haired man with a disembodied hand attached to his face.

"What the hell…?" Johnny muttered just as Aizawa turned sharply to face his students.

"Huddle up and don't move!" He ordered sharply, causing everyone to give him confused looks, not understanding what was going on. Yet after what he seen, Johnny had an idea that sent a chill down his spine. "Thirteen, Mountain Tim! Protect the students!"

Suddenly the black void grew once more till it looked like a gateway to hell. From it, dozens upon dozens of people, all of them wearing distinctive and intimidating gear, came forth. All of them giving off a menacing, bloodthirsty aura that would have caused the paraplegic to take a step back if he could walk. One word came to mind that described the intruders as they continue to pour forth, but it wasn't he who voiced it.

"Don't move! Those are villains!" said Aizawa, pulling down his goggles as he prepared for battle.

Johnny's face quickly twisted into an expression of alarm as he gripped his wheelchair tightly. He heard his classmates behind him giving sharp, fearful gasps, but he barely paid attention to them as his focus was on the growing number of villains. Yet at the very back of his mind, a part of him curse himself for he knew this was somehow his doing. That fate was punishing once again for hoping for something better when he was still stained with the blood of his sins…


Tomura Shigaraki couldn't help feeling ecstatic as he stood within the so called impregnatable fortress that was U.A. For right now, at this very moment, he would fulfill his dream and see the Symbol of Peace killed by his very hands. Or at least by the trump cards he brought with him. However, when he looked left and right, there was no legendary hero to be found. Where was the final boss? He brought his raiding party and there was no pay off for him and his playmates to enjoy.

"Thirteen, Mountain Tim, and Eraser Head, is it…?" The black swirling mass that was Kurogiri said as he peered across the dome and spotted the famous heroes standing protectively over their students. "According to the staff schedule I received the other day… All Might is supposed to be here…"

"Where is he…?" asked Shigaraki, growing impatient as he scratched his neck, causing faint lines to appear on his pale skin, while the other hand slipped into his messy light-grey hair. "We've come all this way and brought so many playmates… All Might… The Symbol of Peace… is he here?" This was beyond irritating, infuriating even. How was he was supposed to fulfill his goal and destroy the so call Symbol of Peace if the man in question wasn't here?

Suddenly a thought occurred to him. He remembered how some final bosses in his RPG videogames needed to be coaxed out of their hideouts in order to initiate their fights. And what better way of drawing out someone who was a champion of justice than crushing those he valued the most? "I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here?" He felt his bloodlust skyrocket as he said those words, he could practically taste the fear oozing off his prey up near the entrance of the USJ.

"…Where is Gyro Zeppeli?" asked a voice beside Shigaraki, causing the light-grey haired boy to grimace. Of all the people he invited to be in his party, this guy was someone he disliked. Especially when the man had to be persuaded with both a cash reward for coming with them and fulfilling his obsession over some student Shigaraki couldn't care less about. He was also quite rude and didn't show him the proper respect he deserved! It was frustrating and made him so angry! However, his master insisted that he be brought along. And as much as he hated to admit it, Shigaraki couldn't deny the man's particularly destructive skills.

"Ah, you speak of the Italian horse jockey?" asked Kurogiri before Shigaraki could even say a single word. Which was fine for him. The less he had to deal with the man the better. "As you requested I done a little research and I can confirm he is among the students here today."

"Good…" said the man as he turned to peer across the USJ before pointing at the ruined zone. "Send him there. I'll deal with him there."

"It will take some time to single him out, especially with three heroes guarding—"

"Just send the rest to random locations, Kurogiri, I don't care which," Shigaraki said as his red eyes stared at the heroes trying to rally their students. Though he noticed Eraser Head looking ready to charge right at them. "Send the Zeppelin kid, or whatever his name is, to where our friend wants him to be and then just throw the kids to different zones for the rest of our party to play with. After all, it would be a shame if they didn't get some fun in our little raid."

"Of course, Shigaraki." Kurogiri bowed politely to him before allowing the black veil around him to swallow him up. The rude man then left without a word, already heading to the ruined zone. Yet before he was out of sight, Shigaraki called out to him.

"Don't forget our deal, Mr. Terrorist. Once All Might shows up, you'll be helping us kill him." The man didn't say a word, but he did give him an unenthusiastic wave. Shigaraki felt his fingers twitch towards his neck, but he refrained from giving into the temptation to scratch it. There will be time for dealing with that infuriating man later.

Yet as soon as they were was gone, something nickered loudly not too far away from him. Turning his head to the right, Shigaraki was surprised to find two horses tied down to a light post, looking frantic as some of his villains got close to them. "Hmm, I wonder why the heroes brought them here?" he thought silently. Sure, he knew that Mountain Tim rode a horse, but why bring two just for one hero?

Suddenly something flicked from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention back to his original goal before noticing the hero, Eraser Head, jumping down the stairs to meet them. Pushing the horses out his mind, the white haired youth watched as his villainous underlings formed up and prepared to meet the shaggy looking hero. Those with long ranged Quirk prepared to open fire, but they flinched as their powers suddenly left them. They didn't have a chance to even twitch before three of them were on the ground and quite unconscious from getting their heads smashed together by the scruffy-looking man.

As his teammates quickly realized just who they were dealing with, trying desperately to stop the one-sided beat down, Shigaraki felt his temper starting to rise. "He's good at hand-to-hand combat and those goggles hide his eyes, so we don't know whose Quirk he's canceling." He started to scratch his neck once again as Eraserhead continued to pulverize his teammates. "Even a whole mob of us isn't slowing him down… I see. I hate Pro Heroes. Ordinary villains didn't stand a chance." It was infuriating to see how useless the members of his league were, but at the same time, he couldn't really blame them. After all, they weren't the real core of his raiding party.

Shigaraki then blinked when Eraserhead did something rather particular. After tossing another villain around like a rag doll, he used his special bands to tear apart the rope that was holding down the two horses. As soon as their bonds were cut, the animals fled the fight before they became literal dead meat.

"Huh… I wonder why he did that?" He admitted he was a little intrigued by the heroic action, but ultimately he didn't really care. Especially when he felt an overwhelming, menacing presence step up beside him. Letting a grin slowly form underneath his father, the white haired youth couldn't wait till the main event to begin. For now, he'll entertain himself by playing with the hero who was making a mockery of his League of Villains.


Johnny couldn't believe how easily Aizawa was mowing down the villains. Sure his Quirk was impressive, but the American was surprised by just how good he was. All the while being out numbered nearly ten to one!

"Hey, Johnny!" yelled Gyro. "Stop spacing out already and move it!"

Turning his attention back to his class, Johnny didn't argue as he followed their example and head towards the exit with Thirteen leading the way and Mountain Tim trailing at the end. He felt a bit ashamed leaving Slow Dancer behind, hoping that she'd somehow make it through this, but he wasn't going to risk getting his head caved in by some villain. At least not yet anyway.

"As soon as everyone is evacuated out of the USJ, I'm heading back to help Aizawa!" said Mountain Tim, his once cheerful voice replaced by deathly seriousness. "Thirteen, you need to—"

"I'm sorry, but I won't allow that," said a voice just as a swirling darkness appeared right in front of everyone. Johnny's eyes widened, pulling his wheelchair to a halt just as two menacing eyes formed within the black mass. It was just his luck that even their escape wasn't easy. "Greetings. We are the League of Villains. Forgive our audacity, but… Today, we come here to U.A. High School—this bastion of heroism… to end the life of All Might, the Symbol of Peace."

The paraplegic felt a shiver went down his spine at the villain's words. "Kill All Might?" the words echoed within his mind. The idea sounded ludicrous, if not laughable. Despite his lack of knowledge for heroes, Johnny knew that All Might was the best of the best. There was no way any villain could beat him.

And yet the villain's words caused him to hesitate. They were confident, with no hint of false bravado in them. Like he was stating a simple fact that All Might was going die today. It was as if the villain believed every word he said.

"We were under the impression that All Might would be here today…" The Villain continued to speak while Johnny's classmates all grew tense beside him. "But… It seems his schedule was revised? Well… No matter. My role remains unchanged."

"You know, for a villain, you talk way too much." Johnny blinked at those words just as something flashed past him. A hole formed in the dark, swirling mist as Mountain Tim's rope-like fist flew into its side. Yet he wasn't done as Johnny noticed something in the cowboy's hand. A faint click was heard before a loud bang went off from Mountain Tim's revolver. Two more holes formed in the outer edge of the mist, just as the villain twisted his body around to avoid getting a third hole. Yet to everyone's shock the wounds quickly disappeared as if nothing happened in the first place.

"Well… that's something you don't see every day…" Mountain Tim said in a tight voice as he pulled his separated hand back into his body.

Suddenly a Steel Ball flew past the cowboy's head before submerging itself into the black mass that was the villain's body. Again the villain didn't seem to flinch as the metallic sphere landed a few feet behind him. Yet that wasn't the only attack he was about to receive. Kirishima rushed forward before sweeping a leg at the villain's head while Bakugo charged with an explosion that was aimed at the chest.

"Betcha didn't say that coming!" roared the red head, his body hardening up just as the mist-like villain's body started form up once more.

Yet before it could finish the process, Johnny decided to finish him off. Pushing himself forward and raising a hand, the paraplegic shot several nail-bullets at the villain. More holes appeared in the dark void, but a sharp ding came as the last nail-bullet was suddenly deflected into the ground, causing a hole to appear. "What the hell? Did I actually get him?" Johnny thought silently, but he was soon proven wrong when the black mist reformed once more.

"That was close, especially after that last barrage…" Despite his words, the villain's voice was calm and collective as he stared menacingly at the students. "Yes… Students though you may be, you are the best of the best."

"No get back!" Thirteen suddenly yelled out, a raised and ready to use his dangerous Quirk.

"Move back, kids!" ordered Mountain Tim, stepping forth with a lasso ready to ensnare the villain.

"Begone!" roared the villain, the black mist now expanding in size before surging forth to encompass several of Johnny's classmates. The youth heard Mountain Tim curse in their native English as he tried to pull his students away from the foul, black mass, but he too was quickly encompassed his entire body.

"Look out, Johnny!" said Gyro, running over to him and grabbing ahold of his wheelchair, but it was too late. Johnny barely even had a moment to struggle as the dark mist soon swallowed him up.


The darkness had only lasted a second, but as soon as it was over, the first thing Johnny noticed was the rush of air flying pass him. Opening his eyes, he soon realized that he was soon high up in the sky and quickly heading to what looked like the ruin zone of the USJ. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he squirmed through the air, trying desperately to think of something to save his life before he became a human sized pancake on the floor or get skewered by some rebar.

Suddenly he felt something grab onto him, hugging him in a tight embrace. For a split second, Johnny turned his head around to see that it was Gyro. "Hang on, Johnny!" yelled the Italian, as he grabbed ahold of a Steel Ball. Without wasting a second, he threw the metallic sphere downwards.

Whipping his head back to the floor, Johnny watched as the Steel Ball slammed into a thick branch of a dead tree that stood out amongst the rubble. As the green orb spinned intensely, the limb bended backwards till it looked like a skeletal hand, ready to catch the two youths who continued to come ever closer to the ground.

Suddenly Johnny felt himself being flipped over in midair. It was only a second later that the Italian let out a sharp gasp as they landed on dead branch. The paraplegic also felt the air rush out of his lungs after the initial jolt from the landing. Slowly raising his head up, he saw that several branches broke off the dead limb and sharp crack along the bark. It was a miracle that that the whole thing didn't break apart from their weight, but he guessed that the Steel Ball must have also reinforced it.

"Gyro… you alright?" Johnny asked after he regained his breath.

"Just… peachy…" groaned Gyro as he leaned his back onto a branch. Carefully turning his head around, Johnny saw that the Italian's skin stretch and harden in certain areas. In the blonde haired jockey's hands was his other Steel Ball, faintly spinning for a moment before coming to a complete stop as its owner gripped it tightly. "God damn… that hurt like hell…" He then leaned his head up before giving his pupil a grin. "Still, the goddess of luck must be smiling on us today, Johnny! What are the chances that we would land on the only tree around here?"

Johnny let out a mirthless snort at that before pushing himself into an upright position. He then spotted something not too far away from him, causing a grimace to slowly appear on his face. It was his Wheelchair. Or rather what was left of it as several pieces were bent into many different angles while both wheels were a busted mess. "Dammit… just had that replaced…"

Gyro gave him a confused look before turning to look at the ruined wheelchair. "Well, at least it was the chair and not—"

He was cut off when a boney spike suddenly impaled itself into a branch just beside the Italian's head, nearly missing his ear. Turning his head to where it came from, Johnny saw several people all in strange costumes heading straight for him and Gyro. All of them having a murderous gleam in their eyes.

The two youths scrambled out of the tree just as several more spikey and other sharp objects tore apart the dead branch. Letting out a grunt as he landed, Johnny pushed himself up just as Gyro threw one of his Steel Balls at the arm of huge man with a white skull mask and had several spikes coming out of his arms. The metallic ball connected with the forearm, causing the villain to let out a scream as his muscles twisted uncontrollably. Suddenly a spike shot of his arm and into the leg of another fiendish-looking man, causing a high pitched screech to escape his lips as he was pinned to the floor.

Yet as the Gyro readied his other Steel Ball, a gust of air threw him on his back. He let out a curse before rolling away from a massive, robotic fist that caused the floor to crack part, forming a miniature fissure. Jumping to his feet, Gyro caught his Steel Ball as it returned to him before sidestepping a whip-like tail. He then threw the Spinning steel at the ground in front of the villains, kicking large chunks of rubble up at the villains. Some of them let out screams as a few of the more jagged pieces of concrete impaled their limbs. As for the rest, however, they merely let out grunts as they shielded their faces while charging right at the blonde haired youth.

Seeing that they were solely focused on Gyro, Johnny raised a star covered hand and pointed it at one of the villains. He took a deep breath as he aimed for a villain with bug-like wings, but paused when he caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. Feeling the hair on the back of his neck rise up, the paraplegic rolled to the right just as rebar club slammed down where he once was.

"Should have stayed still, kid," said a villain with huge arms that didn't match any other part of his body. Yet before he could say anything else, Johnny shot a nail-bullet right through his cheeks. Blood and teeth escaping the disproportionate-looking man's mouth as he howl in pain. The American paid little heed to the man's screams as he shot another nail into the man's right leg.

As the villain collapsed to the floor in pain, Johnny started to turn back to his friend, but he let out a gasp as he felt a boot kick him in his side. Panting, he looked up and saw another criminal with two black, curly ram horns sticking out his head while his legs were curly like springs. Raising a leg, Johnny watched as springs coiled together as they were raised over his head, looking ready to pop his head open like a melon.

"Like hell I'm going to let that happen!" thought Johnny as he desperately raised a hand towards the foul man. Yet before either the paraplegic or the villain could even twitch, something slammed in the spring-legged man. The coiled legs sprang forth as its owner fell the side, nearly missing its victim's head as it smashed into the ground, leaving a small indent.

Blinking in surprise, Johnny looked up to see Kirishima, his entire body hardened to fine points as he stood over him. Yet he wasn't alone. Blasting forth like a flaming comet, Bakugo slammed his boots into the head of a villain that was attacking Gyro before flipping backwards to blast another one while in midair.

"You alright, Johnny?" asked the red haired youth as he stood protectively over his classmate.

"Of course, I'm alright. That's why I'm on the floor at the moment." Johnny said sarcastically. Kirishima winced at that, but the American didn't pay attention to him as he watched both Bakugo and Gyro jump back to join the two of them. The remaining the villains who weren't incapacitated surrounded the four students, all looking menacing and blood thirsty.

"Well, this is quite the Mexican standoff, isn't it?" said Gyro, his signature grin splitting his face as he gripped a Steel Ball, letting it build up its rotation in his hand.

"So wait, if we're the good and they're the bad," said Kirishima as he pointed at the bad guys, "who's the ugly?"

"Bakugo, maybe?" Gyro shrugged, causing the blonde to turn to glare at him.

"What the hell was that, Gold Tooth?!" he roared, not paying attention to the villains even as one of them tried to sneak up behind him. Yet before the scoundrel could plunge a knife into his back, the spiky haired boy casually reached out and grabbed the man's head before slamming him down with a mini explosive burst. Bakugo's eyes never strayed from Gyro. "Keep making remarks like that and I'm going to make you wish you were this guy."

"Will you guys give it a rest already," Johnny said as he glared at both blondes, before turning his attention back to the villains. His eyes burning once again with the dark flame of determination. "Let's deal with these guys first before they decide to actually get smart and attack us all at once." He then raised a hand with a nail already starting to spin just as the villains started to encroach upon them.

"Heh, sounds like a manly plan to me," Kirishima said as he hardened his body once more.

"As long as I get to pretend I'm 'The Man with No Name'," said Gyro as he cocked his arm, readied to throw his Steel Ball at any moment.

"Tch. Just stay out of my way!" roared Bakugo as he jumped forth like a Berserker. With that single action, the four students fought for their lives against League of Villains.


"Hmm, they're holding themselves up quite well," Mountain Tim said he watched his students face down villains from several meters away. At his feet were dozens of other criminals, all having multiple bruises along their bodies and some having faces so swollen that one would be mistaken for them to be part of their quirks. He was initially worried what could have happen to the rest of his students after they were sucked up by that black mist, but after he finish beating up his ambushers and spotting some of his students from afar, his fears were quickly put to rest. Especially after seeing Johnny Joestar effectively beat someone who was ten-times his size and without his wheelchair. He had to admit his Stand was rather impressive, but the boy still needed some work in the long run. "Well, I guess I wasted enough time with you lot. Time to go help my students."

Yet before the cowboy hero took a step, he saw another man not too far away from him. He looked to be a young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, but that wasn't the most notable thing about him. His skin was a sickly grey, with black hair tied into dreadlocks except for a few curly strands that stood out of a red hat that sat on his head. There were blue and white striped paint on his lips and underneath his eyes and several stylish tattoos of clocks covering his skin. A net-like veil covered his face as a red vest adorned his chest with matching shorts and boots. Interestingly, he also wore what looked like steel sheets covering his chest.

He was an odd looking man to be sure, but the fact that he was walking directly towards his students told Mountain Tim that he was just another villain.

Without a moment's hesitation, the cowboy quickly climbed over several piles of rubble before jumping in front of the odd-looking man with his revolver pointed directly at him. "Hold it right there, buddy," he said casually as he placed a hand on the back of his head. "I take it you're not the janitor of this place. So why would you be here, hmm?"

The man stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, eyeing the gun pointed at him. "… I'm looking for Gyro Zeppeli," said the man.

"Looks like we have an idiot who doesn't know how to converse. Don't you know that you'll fail the test for being here at U.A. if you don't introduce yourself first? Loser." Yet as he said that, Mountain Tim's mind raced as he wondered just what this guy wanted with his student. A personal vendetta maybe?

The man ignored him for a moment, peering over his shoulder to see the students fighting against the other villains. "Ah, there he is. If you excuse me, I'm going now…" With that said, the man casually disregarded the cowboy's gun and step around him.

Mountain Tim felt an eyebrow twitch at such a casual dismissal from the villain. Just who did this guy think he was? "Hey! Don't you mess with me or my students!" He then grabbed ahold of the man's neck and yanked him back. But a sudden ripping sound caused him to pause. Looking at this hand, he saw in his grasp what look like the man's grey flesh with a few pieces of hair sticking out of it. The cowboy's eyes widen in surprise before shifting them back to where he grabbed the man.

Underneath the dead-grey skin was a dark blue color, as if this was the man's true flesh. The villain didn't seem to notice as he took another step forward, but stopped turn his head back to the cowboy hero. "Oh yes… Just a warning, don't let go of my skin… I'm distancing myself a little bit. It's dangerous if you spread your fingers…"

Confused by the man's polite words, Mountain Tim looked back down at the skin within his grasp. Yet he felt a cold sweat start to drip down the side of his head when he saw what look like little clocks forming from the dead flesh. Despite sensing an ominous aura from them, the cowboy let go of the flesh in shock.

"Ooo, now you done it." Mountain Tim looked up to see the man already several feet away from him. "I told you not to spread your fingers. After touching my body…" He then let out a shrug before continuing onward. "I won't allow anyone from my government to become a hero. I, Oyecomova, will have you dead, Gyro Zeppeli!"

Whatever else he had to say was lost on the cowboy as he noticed two things. The first was the ghostly arm of a robed figure draping over the odd man's shoulder. The second was that the tiny clocks suddenly shooting up in the air. Before he could even twitch, even think, a mighty explosion erupted from them, engulfing his body in a fiery blaze that sent him scattering apart.


Author's Note: Short note this time around, but I got to say I had a lot of fun making this chapter around. And before anyone points out that I was suppose to do my RWBY X Bloodborne chapter, yes I was. But I kept getting distracted by how much hype My Hero Academia is giving off, in both the Manga and the Anime. Like, it's been inspiring me to continue on with this story. So much so, I will start working on the next chapter soonish. Speaking of which, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I was going to shorten it down, but I realized that some bits couldn't be cut out since they are needed for both Midoriya's plot as well Johnny's.

By the way, I'm going to start explaining the references that go along with the titles for each chapter for now on. As you probably noticed, all chapters are titled after songs. As for this chapter's title, it's a reference to the Song "Blooming Villain" which from the popular game, Persona 5. Which I thought was fitting since we get the introduction to two villains, one "blooming" as it were and one who is already in bloom.

As for next chapter, it will be the Oyecomova vs. the students of Class 1-A. It will have some stuff from the original fight in Steel Ball Run, but will be mostly original due to the fact that their "play area" is a lot crowded and Kirishima and Bakugo being there to fight against him. And don't think that 4 against 1 will be an easy fight. Oyecomova isn't feared for nothing after all!

On a side note: For those wondering about more original content for this story, don't worry. I already have plans for an original arc after the USJ/first villain arc and also several other original pieces of plot for this story that will blend well with the setting of My Hero Academia!

Also! I have something I think you all might in enjoy! I commissioned a picture of Johnny Joestar in his hero costume! Unfortunately I couldn't figure out how to link it here in the Author's note, since it keeps giving me weird stuff. But if you look up njack46 on deviant art, or Johnny Joestar, The Hero, on deviantart, then you should be able to find. If you guys know how to link effectively here in chapter, tell me and I'll post the link in the next chapter.

Anyway, time Midoriya's Stats!

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya

Quirk: One For All: This Quirk was passed down onto him by All Might and has the combined strength and powers of the previous wielders of it. With it, Midoriya can use devastating power at super fast speeds, but currently he's not used to the sheer power behind his new quirk, leaving him feel the backlash of it more often than not. But once he gets the hang of it, he will be a true successor to the Symbol of Peace.

Power: 1/5 (5/5 when using One For All)

Speed: 1/5 (5/5 when using One For All)

Technique: 4/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Cooperativeness: 5/5

Now for the review responses!

betsybugaboo: Thank you for kind words, and a pun that would have impressed Gyro, and I hope to keep impressing you in the future!

Sir Godot: I tried the best I could with that chapter, with how each character would have reacted in that situation, while keeping things rather simple, but I was pleased with how it came out. Thank you for your support!

kerrowe: That's probably it. When you reread something and then see something similar, you kind have to do a double take! :P

TheLunaticChild: I hope you enjoyed today's STANDO USER for this chapter! :P

saitama1155: Johnny will get his other acts later down the story and as for the corpse, I already said it will not show up in this story.

odflou: Thank you for support! As for the gore and death, trying to slowly work that in as with My Hero Academia is slowly becoming more mature by each arc.

The Infamous Man: Thanks again TIM for your support! I already responded to your review, but I, again, can't express enough how much I value your reviews for my story and I hope to continue to please everyone with it.

Jajo Camello: Thank you for your kind words and yes, I'm trying to work hard on eliminating grammar errors in this story. As for Diego... Well, I don't want to spoil you all with talking about him. But I will say, expect to see him down the line later.

Carcinoma: We'll see what the future has in store for future ships!

Guest #1: Already have a code name in mind for Johnny, but thanks for the ideas.

Guest #2: Again, we'll see what the future holds for who gets to date who in this story.

Lawless: First off, I have to thank you for your review as it was intriguing to read and very helpful to me. However, I must point out something about the previous chapter's fight. While I could have gone all out for originality for Johnny and Gyro using their powers in sync with their teammates or pair them up with other students, I concluded it wouldn't make much sense from a story stand point. By which I mean, that the students, (barring Johnny, Gyro, and Midoriya), don't know each other or their powers that well so they wouldn't be able to effectively combine their skills together to fight against their opponents. Johnny and Gyro could have, but they were on separate teams while Midoriya's Quirk doesn't go with Tusk. Another reason is also because each student's personality. For example: Johnny is stubborn, depressed, and very irritable. Basically he's not buddy-buddy with anyone, except with maybe Gyro and Midoriya since they know his shruggles better than most. So Johnny wouldn't really accepted Uraraka's help whether she offered it or not due to him seeing that she was taking pity on him. This is also why Bakugo flat out ignored Ida and Gyro in favor of trying to taking down Midoriya. Taking in the fact that they all new to fighting opponents, except for Gyro, then it's not a surprise why they acted the way they did during the meat of the battle from the last chapter.

Now could they work together? Of course they can, but as of right now, they still have a long way to go before they all become effective working together and fighting together. As for your other questions, about Stain and Shinso, I will simply say that their views about Johnny will be interesting to say the least. Again, thank you for your criticism!

StoopKid241: Welp, I hope you like Mountain Tim in this chapter if you liked me mentioning him in the last chapter! :P As for your question about the Plot, unfortunately since the setting is the My Hero Academia universe, it will be least about the Steel Ball Run Race, which will be barely get an actual mention. However, it will have key themes from it, of course, and also have cameos from the part as well similar plots to the events from Part 7. But for the most part, this story will be a mix of originality and My Hero Academia coupled with important themes from Part 7 of Jojo. As for your question on Part 7 characters, I think Mountain Tim speaks for itself on whether or not some of them will be appearing! :P Thanks for your kind words!

darkmist111: Thank you for your support! And don't worry, more original content will be coming soon! Also I'll give that webcomic a look when I can!

Welp that's about it for review responses! Thank you for all reading this story and I hope you all have a nice day!

And don't forget: Go Beyond Yourself! PLUS ULTRA!

Sincerely, Count Chaos!