In Principal Tommy's office, the red velvet chair swung absent of any seater while Izuku paced around the desk. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, a deep frown wrinkling his normally jocular face.

The rose ceiling fan wafted above on the tall ceilings. The large bay window obscured Izuku's face with the dark shadows of the periwinkle curtains that pooled around the edges. His steel-toed boots clacked over the floor. They were still covered in bits of dirt and rubble from the limo crash in the simulation outside. He had just dragged up two of his students into the office, and he waited with baited breath for the Principal to show up.

Blake and Robyn sat on the other side of the desk. Robyn, a crestfallen look on her face, folded her hands in her lap. She rubbed her thumb over her fist in an oval, the tight skin pulsing from the vein underneath. While the girl was not sure what fate would befall them, the angry slant in Izuku's eyes were not a promising sign. From all the videos she had seen online, she had never seen Deku that mad before. However, he fumed liked a caged bull charging up his legs for a deadly stampede at a matador.

Swinging his spindly legs, Blake hummed to himself with the tightest of grins. After Robyn quickly healed] him, he still needed to get checked at the nurse's office. A few precautionaru bandages, and he was good as new from the sword impaling him. Even the nurse gasped at just how fast his body healed from her quirk, and Blake fidgeted in his chair like he was waiting for a ride on a roller coaster.

The doors swung open. Bakugo strolled in, his grenade launchers swinging with his wrists. A small smirk grew on his face while traversing towards the desk.

"Where is Principal Tommy?" Izuku asked. He stopped on the left side of the desk with his fist resting on the top.

"He was busy," Bakugo said. He planted himself directly behind the two students in their seats. "Today is his birthday, so he went to a party in San Francisco. I called, and he said to just take care of everything."

"Take care of everything?" Izuku threw his hands open. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

"Nothing," Bakugo said. He gazed down at Blake and Robyn. "So it's up to us."

Izuku shook his head. He scratched at his soft chin and sucked from the lavender-scented air. He peered at Blake and Robyn. "What you two did was ter-."

"Terrific."

Izuku's chest deflated, the sails wrecked from his ship. Before him, Bakugo took both of his hands and patted the two student's heads. "You guys are what these other students need to see more of. Good job."

The iron on Robyn's back disappeared into dust. Blowing out a hot stream of air, she brushed back her hair and relaxed her muscles. She was worried about how Bakugo would throw the book at them, but this was going in a much better direction.

Blake smiled up at the muscled hero and flashed his teeth. "Thank you, Mister Ground Zero. I was thinking about that time you took that Shoto Pro-Hero and threw him out of that building to blow up that helicopter."

Izuku froze. His limbs tightened like stone as his head reared back in shock. "What?"

Bakugo patted the two students on the head and flashed his gaze at Izuku. "Whaddya mean what?"

"Robyn stabbed Blake in the chest!" Izuku yelled. "Anton is still knocked out in the nurse's office!"

"Because you ordered that dart to knock him out," Bakugo stated. He looked back down at the students. "These two used their own plan and their own quirks. They did whatever it took."

"But you can't stab your fellow heroes," Izuku stormed from around the desk right to Bakugo. Blake and Robyn turned in their chairs to witness the confrontation. "There are rules. Ethics!"

"You said there weren't any rules in the exercise," Bakugo sneered at Izuku from under his nose. "Maybe you're the one that is violating ethics. Ethics that won't matter when they are out in the real world."

"You're reckless, Kacchan," Izuku said. "And we can't allow that kind of damage on purpose to students. It's for their safety," he turned towards Blake. "What if Robyn had stabbed Blake in the wrong spot? He gets stabbed in the heart by accident? How do we tell his par-."

Izuku muzzled himself as he looked down at Blake. He was no longer smiling.

"You're afraid, aren't you?" Bakugo leaned right at Izuku's ear. "Of your own students," he whispered.

Izuku composed himself and stared down at his own feet. He had still not figured out a way of broaching the topic of Blake's parents. He had researched further into the case file, and he found some truly astonishing stories. Pictures of crime scenes and images of the two unrepentant lovers being ushered into a police car. Both of them with deep smirks on their faces not unlike what Blake wore almost every second of the day.

When he saw the actions on the field, he noticed the harsh chuckles that racked Blake's shoulders as he braced himself from the throes of pain. Something unsettled his heart, a pang of electricity that zapped him with the realization that he was not being a good teacher. In only three days, he was failing. Not only were his students catching injuries like the flu, but he was exposing them to a truly gruesome sight.

Izuku shoved his palm right at Bakugo's chest. He grunted with a quick step backwards. "It's none of your concern right now. I'm disciplining my students, and that's that."

"Oh, so they're your students now?"

"And I'm disciplining them."

"Discipline then," Bakugo said. "Show them how much of a hypocrite the Symbol Of Peace is."

"A what?"

"That green kid shoved that weird virus cloud into that British girl," Bakugo pointed at the window. "And you allowed that. Now, that shit hurt. And speaking as someone that's been stabbed once or twice, the virus hurt a lot worse. It was also more annoying since it had some weird pervy sounding voice. And you were fine when that walking flashlight burned that Canadian on the hand. Or when I got punched and thrown up a while by that Half-And-Half's kid."

"But," Izuku stammered. "That's different."

"You're right," Bakugo crossed his arms. "It is different. I bet if Icy-Hot's kid punched someone at his maximum power, you'd be fine with that. No, it's because it's Blake. Because of where he's from. Because his last name is Marseilles."

"Kaccha-."

"Why keep it a secret? Everybody in class will find out eventually," Bakugo yelled out before facing the students who had front row seats. His scarlet eyes targeted Blake. "Kid, we know your parents were villains. And they were damn good ones."

"Your parents were villains?" Robyn asked Blake. "Man, I'm learning all sorts of secrets today!"

"Yes, they were," Bakugo said. "I ran into them once, and they got away and not many villains can do that. Believe me. But they're in prison now, and they aren't you. You have your own power and your own path to follow. Now, you didn't come all the way to this school to become a villain. I didn't come here to teach a bunch of kids that would. But you have your own body and it has a soul and that soul decides what it wants to be. And nobody else on this planet gets to do that for you! So, maybe you've lived your life hearing that people are victims of their circumstances or that some or, I love this one, it's all the 'systems' fault! The system turned them into villains. The system made them smash-and-grab a convenience store. The system made them break into a museum or murder a bunch of people. It's all bullshit!"

"Kacchan," Izuku grabbed Bakugo on the shoulder. Heat emanated onto his clammy palm from the sweat that secreted from Bakugo's skin. "Don't curse at them."

Bakugo twitched his shoulder and shook off Izuku's hand. "And it's people like your teacher here," Bakugo jabbed a thumb towards Izuku. "They make things worse. Because they think the system has done damage that can't be fixed. So, they coddle. And coddle. And coddle. Oh, no! It's not your fault. You were just a victim of your circumstances. A victim of the system. It's because you were around villains that you became one. Because the system made you a villain. Fuck all of that! You are who you are because of yourself. End of story! If you become a villain, you have no one to blame for yourself. And, if you do, I will be more than happy to fry your scrawny, blabber mouth self into the next century. But listen!"

Bakugo softened his voice. He snuck a glance at Izuku. His eyes were filled with worry, and maybe just a hint of self-revelation at the outburst. Bakugo licked his dry lips. His face was flushed, and he felt the heat sizzling his heart that thumped loud enough to echo in his ears.

"Listen...if you want to be a hero, I'm here for that. Even this idiot," Bakugo gestured at Izuku. "Is here for that. And he might be wrong about a lot of stuff, but he's right about some other things, too. We will make sure you have the tools to be a Pro-Hero. But...by doing that, we will also give you the tools on how to be a villain. So it's your decision. I hope you and all of your classmates make the right one, but maybe one or two don't. And there might be a day where you have to face them. And...there might be a day...where someone you care about gets caught in the crossfire of that. Now that...that's scary."

Bakugo fell into silence. A cuckoo clock perched above a portrait of a spoon in a golden frame ticked away the seconds. Izuku clasped his hands together, his brow softening upward at the sight of the pensive Bakugo. He could see the softest of a light film rolling in front of Bakugo's eyes. His memories trapped him into a cinema of melancholy calm.

Izuku swallowed, his embarrassment making him blush. He was a teacher, and he had a large argument right in front of his students. On top of that, he gave off the impression that he was fearful of his students? Especially Blake? How could he be so thoughtless?

Robyn bit the inside of her cheek. Her eyes bounced around the three men like tennis balls volleyed over a net. Not only had she walked into a conversation on new dimensions and Moxie's crystal, but learning about Blake's past was making her wonder what other twists her classmates held for her. It actually made her excited for the year to come.

Blake, for once, had no words to serve to anybody else. He was certainly not naive about anything involving his past. He just had no idea that his new teachers would know as fast as they did. Nor did he think the topic would arise as suddenly. He truly thought he was just completing the objective of the mission, and he thought both teachers would appreciate that instead of one. However, he could see from their argument that they were trying. That was good enough for now.

"So...did I win the challenge?" Blake asked.

Izuku blinked and leered at Blake. Bakugo's words reverberated through his head. Maybe he was assigning a fate to his students instead of judging just their strengths and weakness. Maybe he should judge less in general. Odd that Bakugo of all people would make him rethink that life lesson.

"You did," Izuku said. "You both showed great teamwork and you did whatever it took. And I'm proud of both of you."

Blake and Robyn smiled up at the teachers.

Izuku could not help but chuckle at them, reminiscent of two puppies that returned a ball after playing fetch.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, breaking out of his reverie and brushed a piece of lint off his shoulder. "Stop smiling. You guys could have made a better strategy. Why didn't either of you do the stabby thing before Megan got attacked? Or you could've just tied Blake up and he could do his quirk thing on the others? And seriously! What is up with this class hurting themselves? I'm going to start sending you all to a therapist during lunch."

"Well," Robyn started as she thumbed the sword sheathe hanging around her hip. "I like to stab myself to build up my healing powers."

"And I stab myself because it's fun," Blake said.

"Whatever. You'll have plenty of time to explain in the classroom," Bakugo said. He tapped Izuku on the top of his head. "Isn't the final period of the day starting?"

At that, the bell rang.

"Oh, no!" Izuku shouted. "We're all late. We gotta run!"

After everyone returned from the office, Izuku caught his breath and transitioned into a boring history lesson. After the excitement and damage from earlier in the day, the last groups turn had to be postponed. There was not enough time for that. However, as Anton drummed his fingers on the wooden desk, he felt there was time since this class felt like an eternity.

He had recovered very easily from his injuries considering there were no lasting impacts. The nurse stated that it was more mental than anything else, and he should expect some aftershock tremors of pain to sear through him for a split second for the next day. His other finger lay on his thick history book, his finger trailing over the words.

Anton scanned the rest of the class. Blake nodded to himself in his chair with his legs swinging under the desk. An occasional grunt gave way from the desk as it inched forward from the movement. Towards the front of the room, Lloyd scribbled down notes like his life depended on it. The scratching swished around the room, and Lloyd's hand shot upward for an occasional question.

Next to the doorway, Martel took out a small closed glass pitcher of lemonade and poured it into a glass that he also hid in his void space.

"Psh, Donald Duck," James whispered behind him. "I'm thirsty. Sharing is caring."

Martel reached into his space and threw back a plastic bottle that hit James in his face. It was empty.

Towards the back of the room just a few desks behind Anton, Moxie nodded her head to keep herself awake. Katsu twisted his neck back to gift an occasional concerning glance. Moxie had seemed on edge and frazzled the entire day. Otherwise, she was on the edge of falling asleep. He could have sworn that, as the class walked back to the main building, she heard her say something to herself. Maybe girls from the southern parts of America just liked to do strange things.

Synaes followed along in her braille textbook. Abel pretended to listen, but the music from his headphones vibrated out into his ears. Soft enough for only the people next to him to hear, but loud enough to keep him entertained. "Smoking In The Boys Room" was always a good song for studying anyway.

Austin, who heard the music, did not care. Neither did Anton who sat on the other side of him.

"Any other questions," Izuku said as he tapped a ruler on the white board.

A hand raised up.

"Lloyd?"

"Yes, I was wondering what kind of history this is supposed to be," Lloyd said. "World history? U.S. History? What will we cover?"

Izuku squinted like he was examining a tiny plankton. "I...think the curriculum just said history."

"So, will we learn about Canadian History?"

"Psh. Then we'll really fall asleep," James said.

"In fact," Lloyd whipped around as fast as a hedgehog and glared swords into James. "Many important moments were caused or created by Canadians."

"You weren't even a country till 1867," James waved off Lloyd like he was an annoying mosquito. "And a part of your country doesn't even want to be in Canada anymore. Canadian history is just independence, some commie bastards kidnapped some people one October, and Trudeau. That's pretty much it."

"The question on independence of Quebec is much more interesting than that," Lloyd said. "In fact, Quebec is a peace-loving, beautiful place. It's were I learned french."

"You know french? Tch, as if I needed more reasons to be annoyed by you," James said.

In the back, Megan raised her hand. Before Izuku acknowledged her, she blurted out. "What about U.K. history? We did a lot more in the past. We were the first country to pass official Pro-Hero statuettes. Everyone else were vigilantes before that."

Izuku nodded and pulled at his suit collar. "All great questions. However, some people aren't perfect on U.S. history yet, and this state has a curriculum that we have to follow. Believe me, Japanese history would be much easier for me."

"Well, American history is most of world history after 1776 anyway," Abel shrugged. "Might as well cover just the big stuff."

"Oh, like how your country forced Native Americans to travel in the winter to Oklahoma?" Megan heckled.

"Or basically anything before the Emancipation Proclamation?" Hunter said with a knowing grin.

"Whoa, calm down guys," Abel said. "It's not like I did any of that stuff."

"But this country has stood for bad things, hasn't it?" Megan asked.

"Bad people do bad things," Abel said at Megan. "But that doesn't mean the beliefs or values of America are better or worse than yours."

"I say they are," James chuckled. He swiveled in his chair to face the rest of his class. "If it weren't for America, we'd all be speaking German. We're the greatest, hands down."

Robyn leaned up to Anton's ear. "I'm just glad they're ignoring my history," She said. Then, she turned to the person reading this. "Too bad Chinese History ends after 1947! No Cultural Revolution here!"

Standing by Moxie's desk, Alistair stared in confusion at Robyn. He gazed down at Moxie and pointed at the strange girl towards the front. "Moxie, that Asian girl just said words to nobody. Who was she talking to?"

Moxie let out a soft snore.

Alistair looked out at the debating class. "The stories were true. California is weird. No matter what universe."

Noticing he was about to lose control of the classroom again, Izuku scanned the room. He hoped for a respite by picking on somebody that had a real question. However, there were no takers. Closing his eyes, Izuku tried to count the seconds before the final bell would ring.

"I have a question."

The class shrouded itself in silence. All eyes went over to desk behind the dozing Moxie. With the silence, she perked her head up and pretended to only be praying instead of sleeping.

"Katsu?"

Katsu stood up and cleared his throat. "Deku, I wanted to know why you're teaching us. I mean, I'm glad Shoto gets to be number one and all, but why us? Why now in the peak of your career?"

He sat back down. All eyes pointed at Izuku.

Izuku scratched at his thick hair. The peering eyes of his students shot through him like bullets whizzing through swiss cheese. He propped up his back and wrung his wrist. "Well...I like to think that everyone has a story to tell. And everybody is deserving of a chance to be much more than people give them credit for."

"Such as?"

Izuku nodded. "Look at all of you. You are all very different, but I don't think anyone is inherently better or worse based off of a quirk. I see a person who can make things go very fast. I see a person that can absorb energy. I see a person that can manipulate time. I see a person that can make people feel what he does," Izuku smiled at Blake who returned it. "I see a person who can turn things into dust. I see a person with the attributes of a spider. I see a person that can heal others."

Taking a breath, Izuku sat down on his desk center of the entire class. "But what I don't see is a hot-head. Or a Canadian. Or a Brit. Or someone that was trained by a friend of mine. I don't see someone who is black or someone who is blind. I don't see anybody here that isn't important or isn't valuable. A lot of people in life, not just villains, but many will tell you otherwise. And...I guess if there is one thing you should take away from my time, it is that you can be special. And that thing that makes you special? It's not your quirk. It's something else. And you probably haven't found it yet. That's okay. If you find it in a year, ten years, fifty years, it doesn't matter as long as you find it. Because I don't see people that have a tragic backstory. I don't see people who come from a bad place or rough street. I don't see people that are in the wrong story."

Izuku took a quick glance towards the side of the room by Moxie. For a second, he could have sworn he saw a different person standing there. Perhaps just the reflection on the window or a trick of the fluorescent lighting above.

"I see," Izuku raked his eyes over the room. "You. Not as a class, but just you. Each and every one of you. And that something that makes you special will come. It did for me, and if it did for me, it will certainly come for you. I see the future, and I'm happy to be a small part of it. That's what I see."

Izuku sat down on the desk and let his words sink into the class. He had learned a valuable lesson about judging people before giving them the chance to act. He had also learned that he was learning just as much as his class. In a way, he was a student along with them. The only key difference was age. And his salary. Sadly, Izuku learned that his teaching salary only got him so far in expensive California. At least the hot dogs were cheap here.

The rest of the class sat and reflected on themselves again. Some looked down at their desks. Some stared out the window. Moxie looked upward and towards her left. Izuku thought it a little odd. Usually, praying to God required staring straight upward and not to the side as if she were looking at somebody, but he imagined Catholics were a little different to begin with. In a good way, of course.

"I'm glad you can see something," Synaes said. "Because I sure can't."

The class looked back at Synaes who adjusted her black sunglasses.

At this, the entire class bust into laughter.

"What?" Synaes said with a hint of mirth and humor. "I was serious."

Even James and Anton could not help but join on on the contagious laughing. Izuku snorted out, his back aching and his stomach writhing with the throes of laughter.

Suddenly, the door opened. The class stopped in its tracks. Bakugo stood at the edge of the doorway, his body blocking what appeared to be a silhouette behind him.

"Hey, everyone," Bakugo said from the door. "I know the bell is gonna ring, but we have a new student. This person was late coming, but here now. Say hello."

Anton furrowed his brow. "Wait. Another student?"

"No, we're full," James barked. "Leave us alone."

"Greetings, and welcome to our classroom," Lloyd said. "I will be more than happy to show you around whoever you are!"

Bakugo moved himself out of the student's path.

Stepping into the classroom, the person revealed themselves as...

TO BE CONTINUED!

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