Everywhere she went, whispers and glances followed. The events at the USJ had been so extensively broadcasted that everyone living soul in the city had probably heard about it by now and class 1 A had risen to some kind of pseudo-fame.

Amari had first discovered her newfound semi-celebrity status when someone had bluntly asked her about 'how cool it must have been to fight against real life villains', while she was waiting in line for checkout at her local grocery store.

Not two minutes later, a random high schooler had asked to take a picture with her 'for when she was famous in the future' when she was out running (yes, she had told herself. This time she would take it seriously). Before she could even attempt to politely decline, partly due to the fact her face was red from exertion and her workout clothes, still the UA P.E. uniform, being less than flattering, the boy had already snapped a picture and walked off.

After that particular encounter, she had resorted to hiding herself away in her own room, surrounded by the safety of books and video games to pass the time.

But today was the day school would be recommencing, and quite frankly, she was dreading it a bit. After the whole near-death experience she had only two days ago, going back to the lull of regular school just seemed... wrong.

Luckily, she had whined and begged enough to her mother to get her to drive her to school (but only for today, young lady!), so she wouldn't have to deal with strangers coming up to her, thinking they were entitled to her time.

"Enjoy school, sweetie!"

"Yes, mom."

And with that she closed the car door behind her, taking a deep breath of the slightly crisp morning air. After holding the breath for a few seconds, she let it all rush out of her lungs with a sigh. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and made her way onto the campus.

It was still an hour before school started, so there weren't many other students she ran into as she walked through the hallways, coming to a stop before the nurse's office. She knocked twice on the wooden door, before entering.

"Good morning, grandma, Aizawa-sensei."

She bowed politely to her homeroom teacher, letting her eyes drift over his frame, trying to see the injuries covered by a black sweater that looked entirely comfortable... and wrinkled.

"Shuzenji" Aizawa greeted lazily, eyes narrowing at the way her eyes seemed to avoid his. A tenseness in her posture that hadn't been there before.

She had called the hospital every few hours to check in on her teacher, afraid she had messed up something near his brain when she had tried to fix the swelling, and slightly guilty that she didn't do anything about the numerous broken bones, which were no doubt causing her teacher immense pain.

He had been discharged from the hospital just this morning. Her grandma had insisted on being the one to pick him up and bringing him to campus for an early morning healing session. As soon as Amari had been told, she had insisted on being there as well.

From the looks of the bigger-than-usual dark circles under her teachers eyes, as well as the way he was rubbing his cheek with a mildly uncomfortable expression, Amari figured her grandma had already started her side of the healing work.

"How is he?" She asked her grandma quietly.

"Much better." She patted her granddaughter's knee "The broken bones have mostly been mended, they're just a bit bruised at the moment, but I can't do much more for now. You did excellent work on the wound on his stomach, dear."

Amari let out a small breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding at the news. Hesitantly, she approached her teacher.

"Aizawa-sensei, would you please let me help you a little?" Her head bowed down formally.

"If you insist." Came his gruff reply.

The man shrugged off his sweater and scarf with an awkward wriggling motion as not to aggravate his bruised ribs.

Amari let her eyes rove over his exposed torso, taking in the multitude of dark bruises scattered over his pale but surprisingly muscled skin. She took in a sharp breath as her eyes stopped on the jagged scar over his stomach, the image of Aizawa broken and bloodied flashed before her eyes momentarily, before she managed to snap herself out of it.

In a painfully awkward move, she pressed her lips on his shoulder, putting her hands over a particularly nasty bruise on his side as she withdrew. Closing her eyes, she let her quirk flow out of her hands and into his skin, searching for the spot where the previously broken rib had fused together thinly.

She stimulated some extra cells to divide and differentiate into bone tissue, strengthening the connection between the two parts of the rib, moving on and repeating the process on another rib when she was satisfied.

A warm hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her concentration when she was on the third rib.

"That's enough, Shuzenji."

Amari blinked up at her teacher's face in confusion.

"But there is still more, sensei."

"I said that's enough."

He dragged his hand over his face wearily at the hurt look in his student's eyes.

"Thank you for your help, Shuzenji, but you still have a whole day of school ahead of you, and I don't want you to fall asleep halfway through my class, which starts in five minutes by the way."

That made sense, she guessed. Though she still wished she could have done more for him. With a final nod and bow towards her teacher, she rushed off towards her class.


Sliding the door of her classroom open, Amari was greeted by a loud cacophony of voices assaulting her ears. Everyone seemed to be chattering away about how they had been recognized on the bus, or in the streets today.

"Shuzenji-san!"

She stiffened as Iida shot out of his seat, coming to a halt right in front of her, where he then proceeded to bow in front of her rigidly.

"As your class rep, I apologize for you getting hurt during the attack. I should have been faster."

Amari flapped her hands in front of her in a panic.

"N-no, not all Iida-san. If it wasn't for you, we would have all been doomed. So truly, thank you."

This time it was her turn to bow stiffly in front of him.

"What are you nerds bowing for?"

The gruff voice of Bakugou caused both of the bowing students to stand up straight.

"Bakugou! You are not wearing your tie and are in violation of the UA dress code! I must ask-"

"Shut up." Without another glance at the reddening face of the class rep he shoved past him and plopped down in his seat, propping his feet up on the desk as he leaned back into his chair.

A glance at the clock made her shuffle to her own seat, giving a bright smile to Momo as she turned around to wish her a good morning.

"Good morning, Todoroki-san." She spoke politely to the boy behind her.

After staring at her for an uncomfortable amount of time, he finally nodded at her, before averting his eyes back to the window.

After a bit of hesitating, she turned to her right.

"Good morning, Bakugou."

The blonde raised a single eyebrow at her in a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-to-me-for kind of way, before averting his gaze to the door where their teacher was now standing.

Amari's brows shot up at the bandages covering their teacher from head to toe, one arm strapped into a sling over his shoulder. Only his eyes peeked through the white bandages. He looked like a mummy.

Now she was fairly certain his injuries weren't bad enough to warrant all these bandages. Not even close. Was he aiming for pity points from her classmates?

"Good morning." Came his dry voice.

She narrowed her eyes at him accusingly while the rest of the class verbalized their shock at seeing their 'heavily injured' teacher getting ready to teach a class.

"You're too much of a pro!" Kaminari called out.

"So you're alright, Aizawa-sensei?" Iida questioned, his arms chopping robotically in the air.

"Can we really call that 'alright'?" Uraraka spoke worriedly.

"Stop."

The class immediately grew quiet at the single word spoken by their teacher. All eyes followed his movement as he dug into his sleeping back with his free hand. As he retracted his hand, a bottle with a bright blue liquid in it, he chucked it towards her table with a deadly accuracy.

Amari let out an undignified squeak as she scrambled to catch the flying object before it hit her in the face. Taking a closer look at the bottle, she saw that it was in fact some kind of sports/energy drink with extra metabolites.

"Drink."

She nodded at her teacher gratefully, as she uncapped the bottle and took a sip of the sugary liquid. Maybe she would let him off the hook for this bandage fiasco after all.

"Now, my well-being doesn't matter." Aizawa said blandly, turning to face the rest of the class. "The fight isn't over yet."

"Fight?" She heard Bakugou mumble almost excitedly from next to her.

"Don't tell me..." Midoriya trailed off, his voice trembling slightly.

"The villains again?!" Mineta exclaimed desperately.

Aizawa raised his hand to once again get his class to shut up.

"The UA sports festival is drawing near."

It was silent for about 1.5 seconds before majority of the class started chattering away in excitement.

"A sports festival!" Kirishima balled his hand into a fist, pumping it into the air "It's going to be totally awesome!"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Amari's mouth. She had watched the sports festival last year and found it quite amusing. Obviously, she wouldn't be participating (or so she hoped) but her classmates could use the distraction.

"Wait a minute" Kaminari's hand smacked into Kirishima's face. "There's more to this, right?"

"Is now really the time to have a sports festival? Right after the attack?" Jirou chimed in.

"Apparently," Aizawa cut in. "they think of it as a way of showing that UA's security is rock solid by hosting the event now. Security will be increased by five times. Furthermore, the sports festival is a huge chance. It's not an event that should be cancelled because of a few villains."

"But that is a good reason, right?" Mineta protested. "It's just a sports festival!"

Midoriya whipped around in his seat, looking almost offended.

"Mineta, have you never seen the sports festival before?"

"Of course I have! That's not what I meant..."

Amari was seriously surprised someone wasn't aware of the scope of the sports festival, let alone a hero student at UA. The UA sports festival was on the same level of fame as the olympic games. It was huge.

"Quiet. Down." Aizawa hissed between his teeth, slowly getting fed up by his rowdy students. "Pro heroes from all around the world will be watching, so everyone do your best."

"They'll be scouting us." Momo supplied.

Aizawa nodded stiffly. "Naturally, entering the office of a famous hero will get you a higher status and more experience. Remember, time is limited. If you get noticed by a pro, that gives you the standing for a brighter future and this is a chance you'll only get once a year for a total of three years." Aizawa let his gaze drag over each and every student.

"If you aim to be a hero, this is an event you can't overlook."


Noise levels within the classroom grew exponentially as soon as the lunch bell rang.

Amari quickly chucked her math textbook into her backpack. She still needed to drop by somewhere before getting lunch. She squared her shoulders in determination as she slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to speed walk out of the crowded room.

"Amari!" She halted, as she was assaulted by Mina, who swung an arm around her shoulders. "I can't wait, this is going to be so cooool!"

Amari let out a chuckle at her friend's excitement.

"I am totally rooting for you to win!"

"Awwwwwwww that's so sweet."

Mina tightened her grip into a half hug, before letting go of her.

"Now, let's go get some killer lunch."

"Actually," Amari shook her head apologetically "I need to do something real quick before that. Could I ask you to grab some extra lunch and save me a seat. I promise I'll be fast."

The pinkette let out a snort.

"Do you even need to ask? Of course I will."

"Thank you so much!"

With that she turned around and made her way to the exit, being halted not even 10 steps in as a phone was shoved into her hands by her class representative.

"Uhhhh, what do I do with this?" She questioned.

"Please put in your mobile phone number, Shuzenji-san. I, as your class representative, will be making a group chat for our class."

"Sure!" She nodded enthusiastically, swiftly typing in her number before dodging around and finally speed walking out of the class.

Checking her phone for the time, she was surprised to already see the group chat flooding with messages. Though most were memes sent by Kaminari and Sero and Bakugou constantly leaving the group and being added back in by Iida.

She let out an amused chuckle at their antics, adding all classmates to her contacts as she exited the wing for hero classes at a brisk pace.

Sliding into the first year support classroom, she was relieved to see their teacher, Power Loader, still in the room.

"Excuse me, sir."

The man turned around from where he was in an animated discussion with a pink haired student with goggles on her forehead.

"Can I help you?"

"Ah yes" She awkwardly shuffled closer to the teacher in the unfamiliar room. "I put in a request for a support item yesterday and heard that it was already finished."

"Very well." He nodded. "What is your name?"

"Shuzenji Amari."

"One sec."

At that the man turned around and walked towards a big closet in the back of the room, rumbling around until he apparently found what he was looking for.

He returned to her with a small case in his hand.

"Here you go, please have a look."

She thanked the teacher quietly, before carefully opening the translucent case, scanning her eyes over the contents, a smile tugging on her lips. There were five thin senbon needles in a red holder. Besides that, there was a small vial of a lightly purple colored liquid.

"By the look in your eyes, I assume this is what you had in mind?"

Her smile grew, giving a bow to the teacher. "Yes, thank you sir. How potent is it?"

"A drop should be enough to paralyze for a few minutes. I couldn't legally make it any stronger and if I see you misusing it, I will immediately be confiscating it. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir!"


"Uhhhh guys" Amari spoke "Help."

She took a few uncomfortable steps back from the classroom door where a crowd of students had gathered as soon as the last bell had rung.

"What the heck?" Uraraka came up beside her.

"They're crowding the exit." Mineta complained from her other side, hand clutching his head in misery. "What do they want with us?"

Bakugou scoffed harshly as he stepped past Mineta.

"They're scouting out he competition, idiot. They want to see the class who survived a villain attack. They're checking us out before the sports festival, obviously."

Amari cocked her head. That sort of made sense. This wasn't the first time she had noticed the way other classes, especially the regular education ones, looked at them in distaste. Even during lunch, other classes tended to steer away from the section where class 1A sat. Maybe she should have insisted to be put in a regular class? Certainly, her life would be simpler.

Bakugou let his gaze drift over the gathered students, a few of them quickly dropping their gazes, causing his smirk to grow in size.

"It's pointless to even try, so why don't you just fuck off, damn extras."

Midoriya looked like his soul had left his body and Iida whipped around instantly. "Don't call people you don't know 'extras'!"

Amari narrowed her eyes at the crowd. Sure, calling them extras certainly didn't seem to get them to back off. But then again, she very much doubted they would leave if they asked nicely. They had obviously come to create trouble, so why not give them a taste of their own medicine?

"I came to see what your class was made of, but I didn't think you'd be this arrogant." A purple haired boy pushed his way through the crowd until he stood front and center in front of Bakugou. "Don't tell me all the kids in the heroics department are like this?"

She gritted her teeth in annoyance, taking a small step forwards. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

Bakugou's brow raised in amusement as he noticed her expression, before glaring at the boy menacingly.

"There are a lot of kids who end up in the general studies department because they failed the heroics exam. However, based on the results of the sports festival, they might be transferring people into the heroics department." He paused mockingly. "That means people will be transferred out as well."

He let his haughty gaze drift over her classmates.

"Scouting out the competition? Consider this a declaration of war."

"Hey you!" A new voice erupted from the crowd as a fierce boy with grayish hair pushed through determinedly. "I'm from class 1-B. I heard you knocked around a few villains or whatever so I came to see for myself, but I don't want to hear anything from some snot-nosed punk!"

Bakugou finally seemed to have enough of the shenanigans of the other classes and simple squared his shoulders, letting a few small explosions crackle in his fist and walking forward, the crowd parting like the red sea.

Kirishima rushed forwards. "Hey man, you can't just leave like that! It's your fault they're all hating on us."

"They clearly came here to pick a fight. I doubt it would have mattered much if Bakugou hadn't said anything." Amari piped up, no longer able to keep quiet.

"These extras don't matter." Bakugou addressed his class, giving her the slightest of nods. "The only thing that's important is that I beat them."

With that, he resumed walking away, Amari making use of the created space and following him close behind.

They continued walking like that until they made it out of the main building, where she turned to head to the training building.

"The school gate is that way, dumbass." Bakugou spoke for the first time since leaving the mess of students behind.

"I am aware, thank you." She responded with more sarcasm than she usually would have done, still mildly irritated. "But I booked a training room."

"You? Training for what?" He responded with an almost amused chortle.

She averted her gaze in embarrassment, of course he would think that.

"It's uh because I wanted to test out an idea I had."

"What kind of idea?"

"You'll see someday."

"Suit yourself."

With that he shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way to school gates.


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