Leo slammed his thin frame through the glass door. The crash battered through the quiet side street, the door slamming onto the back of the wall and then rebounded right as Robyn rushed for the exit. She shrieked out as the glass door shut just as she crossed the precipice of the pawn shop. Throwing her head forward, she smashed right through the glass with a bright flash of light that erupted around her body. Immediately, the thin gashes of blood that dripped from her head were closed up, and she bounded through the frame of the broken door without any damage.

Unconcerned with Robyn's well being, Leo dashed out to the center of the road. His foot kicked onto a small crack that jutted up a piece of concrete. Stumbling, Leo flailed his arms like a toppling windmill as he rolled towards his side and barreled on the ground. The bits of dirt and grime cut into his sullen cheeks. With a grunt, Leo bounced back up to his feet and examined the sight before him.

A block down the road, between the decrepit apartment projects, Hawks spread out his scarlet wings and huffed himself into the air. A slight breeze rustled past Leo as the majestic Pro-Hero soared up into the sky, his shadow obscured by the bright sun that blinded Leo as he traced the flying figure in the air. Leo froze in marvel at seeing Hawks live in the flesh. The man that he was just begging all the beings in the sky to meet.

Of course, none of it mattered without his notebook.

"Leo," Robyn shouted as she hurried to his side. With a pull of his arm, Leo yelped as Robyn charged them both down the center of the street. "We need to get out of here!"

Running behind Robyn, Leo's back tensed up like a frightened doe when a loud roar erupted behind him. Stealing a glance behind him, Leo's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as Midnight broke through the front door of the pawn shop. Her hair in a frazzled mess and covered in decades-old salsa, she burled her whip and smacked it on the curb as she prepared to run after the duo.

"You stupid kids," Midnight shouted. "You have no idea what you're doing!"

Leo cried out, his legs already beginning to burn with his chest heaving outwards with every injection of oxygen. He ran faster than his heart could take, the smattering of his dress sneakers on the pavement leaving little cushion from the rough road. Only the harsh breathing from him and the pummeling his feet took to the concrete could be heard save for Midnight's banshee screech as she chugged towards them like a runaway train. Robyn pulled away from him just a few feet, neither of them braving a look behind them to see if Midnight was fast approaching.

His arms swung to his side, and the boy felt the remnants of a crap broil in his midsection. Knowing he could not last long at a sprint, Leo scanned the road for options. Outside of a bike with a flat tire, there seemed to be no escape. His eyes darting above him, he saw Hawks zoom around a corner and disappear between the buildings down the next block's road.

Leo gasped when he saw, at the corner of the street, an empty taxi cab. Based off the graphite flume of carbon monoxide flowing from the exhaust, Leo could tell the engine was on. Knowing he could not huff out any words at this point, Leo ordered his legs to patter faster on the pavement. His throat and lungs burning, a soft popping bubbling in his chest cavity, Leo used all his cardio might to tap at Robyn's shoulder. Getting the girl's attention, Leo pointed at the cab.

They both slammed themselves onto the driver's side of the cab. Knocking his knuckle on the fogged-up window, Leo saw nobody in the red leather seats of the front half.

"Look. He's asleep," Robyn shouted.

Robyn pointed into the back half of the taxi. Leo leaned over and saw a burly, middle-aged man with a shag of grease-filled black hair and a fisherman's hat lopped onto his crown. The man appeared to have not shaven in several months, but based on the gut around his midsection, he had his fill of pizza as he rested his head on a square cardboard box. He even let out a loud snore that they could both hear from outside the car.

Leo knew the options were very grim. He had only small practice driving a car, and he was unsure how the man would feel of them taking it for a spin. However, when Leo heard Midnight emit another roar, he saw the lady only half a block away. He locked eyes with Robyn, his unsure orbs of amber giving way to a slight nod that proved they were on the same page.

Robyn leaped onto the roof of the taxi and slid down the other side. While noting Robyn's dexterity, Leo pulled on the rusted chrome handle and plopped himself into the driver's seat. They both closed and locked their doors at the exact same time.

The moment the locks flew into the door, Midnight slammed her hands on the glass.

"Get out of there!"

Leo screamed. Seeing Midnight's nostrils flare on the glass, Leo pulled back on the gear shifter and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. His thin body dug into the hot leather seat with warm air blowing out of the vents into his face. The entire taxi smelled of old pizza, but his nose was now watering from the sudden velocity that launched the taxi forward. Midnight fell back and disappeared from view as Leo turned the wheel and slung the entire taxi towards the road Hawks disappeared down.

However, Leo cut the corner wide and headed for the left side of the road. Shooting down the street, they came face to face with a giant semi-truck that roared towards them, the earth rumbling below them as its massive horn cut through the entire block.

"Leo! Turn!" Robyn screamed.

They both cried out as Leo shunted the wheel towards the right. They bounced over the median with Leo hopping up on the leather seat. His eyes just above the steering wheel, he squeezed on the torn and rough leather of the wheel as they eked past the truck missing the front headlight by an inch.

"Sorry," Leo whispered. "I've only driven on the left before."

"There he is," Robyn ignored Leo and pointed up at the sky.

Seeing Hawks in the air, Leo floored the gas and made the taxi race down the street. The cab hitched with the engine shifting into higher gears, and Leo steered the car past onlooking pedestrians. Hawks was a small dot in the air, but he was getting larger as the car rumbled closer to being directly underneath him. Leo bit his lip, a small part of his tongue sticking out as he craned his neck to gaze at the winged hero cutting through the blue sky. They were approaching the interstate exchange in about a half mile, and he saw that the busy road ahead was teeming with mid-day traffic.

To Leo's horror, he heard another slow rumble buzz through the taxi cab's engine like a chainsaw. With the screech of a rhinoceros, a motorcycle approached the cab. Leo screamed when he looked into the rear mirror and saw Midnight on what could be presumed as a stolen motorcycle. She flew down the cracked road and bumbled right towards the side of the taxi cab. When she came eye level to the front window, she grabbed her whip and smacked it on the glass.

Thump!

A small crack jutted out from the center.

Thump!

The crack snaked larger with a small spider web of damage shining in the sunlight.

"Pull over!" Midnight screeched.

"Leo," Robyn pointed in front of her. "Red light!"

The boy turned back, his blood turning into a polar ice as his hairs on the back of his neck shot up like scared weasels in a prairie. Just feet in front of them was a red light, with a trove of cars swishing left and right on the diagonal intersection in front of them. Beyond the cars, the entrance to the freeway lay with even more traffic piled up.

Saying a quick prayer, Leo leaned up and stepped down on the gas pedal even farther. The taxi accelerated past Midnight and roared to a top speed of over a hundred miles per hour.

"Leo," Robyn shouted. "Leo, stop! At least let me out before you crash!"

Midnight noticed this and accelerated right next to Leo. She kept just a fender behind the car and to the side. IF they were going to crash, she would be right there with them. Whatever it took to punish the kids who attacked her and let Hawks get away, she would be prepared.

The boy knew this was his only chance to see Hawks. After this, Hawks would most likely go back to Japan, and he would be left with no recourse in accomplishing his goal.

Getting what he needed from Hawks.

Keeping his notebook.

Keeping his promise.

"Robyn," Leo said. "Call an ambulance."

The cars got closer. The taxi shook with the speed being too much for it to take.

"I don't want an ambulance," Robyn shouted.

"But not for us," Leo said.

Just feet away from the red light, Leo shut his eyes. He slammed on the breaks. Both him and Robyn lurched forward, their moment being halted by the seatbelts that dug harsh red marks into their skin. Gravity pulling at his nerves, Leo battered his head on the steering wheel as Robyn grabbed onto the belt around her chest like she was a pirate in a rough storm.

With one more shout, Leo snagged the door handle and flung it open.

Right in Midnight's path.

Before she could fathom what was about to happen, she slammed right into the ajar door and flew through the air carrying the door with her. The impact slashed her off the motorcycle and threw her right onto the hot pavement rough like sandpaper.

The motorcycle clashed with a light pole, and the door bounced and rolled down the street into the intersection. Midnight slid facedown over the road with the hard impact crushing the joints in some of her bones. She was a rag doll being tossed in a tornado, and only her grunts could assuage the dizziness her head felt as the world flipped around her.

With a violent tumble, she slammed into the base of the light pole. Her frail and lifeless body lay limp in the heap of metal and destroyed rubber that surrounded her.

To add insult to injury, the front door of the cab spun like a dreidel and slid to a halt right onto her frame like a steel blanket covering a baby. She was entombed in a metal heap of hot motor oil and skin rashes that would take many hours in the hospital to repair.

The motor of the taxi hummed as Robyn and Leo looked on in silence. Leo sweating as his hands gripped the wheel until his knuckles glowed white. Robyn had her mouth as agape as a broken dam while the frame of the vehicle vibrated underneath their seat. With his mind a little clearer, a sense of dread invaded his body like a plague while his legs began to ache from the strain of slamming down on the gas and brakes so hard. He stared with horror painted in his eyes while his nose twitched from the beads of nervous sweat that coated his pale skin. He felt that a stone table was being pushed into his stomach, and the contents of his earlier breakfast were about to make an appearance right in his lap.

"Is she dead?" Robyn asked in a breathless stupor.

Just then, a light groan from the heap of aluminum and shards of glass that lay at the light pole's foundation. Midnight poked up her head and tried to wrestle away the debris to no avail. She was too weak to move, but she could stare over the wreckage and look right at the two students in the car.

She flipped them a middle finger gesture.

"Screw you, kids," she said in a weak voice.

"Oh, she's fine," Robyn said. "Thank God."

A horn honked behind them. Leo shot his gaze ahead and noticed the light was green. His path towards the highway was clear. Based off the now disappearing dot flying in the sky, Hawks was taking a path right over the road as he tried to escape.

Seeing there was no other alternative, Leo stepped on the gas and drove out towards the freeway. The rush of wind whistled past him as the doorless drivers side made him shiver from the gust that lapped at his school uniform. A few pedestrians pointed at the car and took pictures of the boy driving the taxi without a door. It was a strange sensation with the loudness of the cars rushing past and seated on either side of the intersection amplified.

As if nothing had happened, Leo simply conducted the car onto the freeway with a few drivers staring at the odd state of the vehicle. Leo sped up as Hawks now started to grow a little closer in his sight.

Next to him, Robyn cleared her throat. "Hello, 911? I'd like to request an ambulance."

In detention, Moxie sat with her arms crossed over her chest and her legs pulled underneath her body in the seat. A rare frown on her face, she tapped on the oak desk by the window as she stared with rapt attention straight ahead. Her face flushed from the memory of the previous hour, she rocked in the chair of her legs and swatted away a fly that had landed right by her hardened hands.

'Hey, no moving," Bakugo ordered from the desk in the front of the room.

The past few minutes had been nothing but silence and angry stares from the furious teacher. Not only did he have to leave lunch for this, but he had to take out precious time from his schedule to make sure these students weren't doing anything weird during detention. It also annoyed him to no end how he kept having to see this annoying Southern girl in this room. What was especially annoying was that he wasn't even allowed to do anything during detention. Principal Tommy told him he could not use his phone or do anything but sit and watch the students. Him! One of the greatest heroes of all time, and he was basically in detention along with the other two.

Speaking of the other one, Anton sat on the complete opposite side of the room. He looked just as annoyed as Bakugo, but the green boy betrayed no words other than an occasional curse under his breath. Bakugo would have exploded, but he decided the cursing was probably geared at that weird voice in his head instead of him. He supposed there was no rule concerning talking to yourself during detention.

Anton was livid. The boy steamed to himself and gripped at the edge of his desk. Of course he would be the one that threw at hot dog at the Lieutenant Governor. Of course, he was the one blamed for it even though that big weirdo with the thorns in his arms had paralyzed him and made him fall. He saw the footage play in his head of himself falling to the floor in a frozen stupor like he was in the throes of a seizure. Hearing the rushed footsteps slam into the ground, he felt the vibrations of security rushing out the poor old lady as the hot dog battered her face leaving it covered in ketchup and processed pork. It would have been funny if he was not expecting to be somehow expelled for this or assassinated.

Then it was back to New York with his brother.

Anton could not help the twitch that his head made, and his back arched slightly as if to prepare for a hit. He always had that instinctual activity whenever his brother was involved. His frown gave way to a hitching of his breath, and he stared down at his desk. Only a month into his time at the school, and he was already worried that he had ruined it.

Bakugo noticed the odd behavior of these two students and sighed. As mad as he first was from Anton hitting Linda with a hot dog, he supposed it was just a tragic accident and he would hate for the kid to be thrown out for it. Based off his file, he was a kid being raised by an older brother. His prospects would be rough if he could not succeed at the school.

Getting up in his chair, Bakugo cringed at the squeaks that the chair left from sliding on the marble floor. Shaking his head, Bakugo sauntered for the door seeing how the two students perked up at the corner of his eyes.

"I'll be right back," Bakugo said. "No talking, you two."

When he left the room and locked the door, Moxie slumped back in her seat and knocked her head on the backboard of the seat. She had never spent a minute of her life in detention until she arrived at this school. Some of it was just bad luck. After all, how was she to know that shooting Edith Void and that robber in the gas station would result in arrest? Back home, she would be celebrated as a hero. What hurt Moxie more was that she admired Mister Bakugo very much, and she actually wanted to get his approval from something in life before she was kicked out. She was a good student who had gotten decent grades. She always asked good questions in class. When Bakugo even asked if somebody had gum, she threw a pack over at him. It wasn't her fault that she mistook his request for being literal and chucked it right off his head. He should have been more prepared to catch it!

Most importantly, she was getting along with most of her class. Katsu was sent off to another room for detention, and she hated for the Japanese boy to get in extra trouble. Bakugo already had some animosity towards him for being trained by Shoto. Being kicked out of this school would cause major disgrace for him.

And she hated to admit it, but she was growing just a teensy bit fond of the boy.

"Pss. Moxie."

Hearing the soft, British accent dripping her name off his tongue like honey off a comb, Moxie plastered back on her frown and stared out the window to face away from the source.

"Come on, Moxie. I know you can hear me."

"I'm not talking to you," Moxie said.

From across the room, Anton frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse you. I didn't say a word to you."

Moxie stammered out, her face reddening like a tomato. "N-no. Not you, Anton. I was...talking to God!"

Anton rolled his eyes and frowned forward towards the chalkboard. He knew that the girl from Louisiana was really religious, so he chalked it up to her weird evangelical leaning. "Whatever."

Wiping her brow, Moxie slumped in her chair and faced back towards the window. The parking lot was scrambled with reporters and news vans dotted the asphalt oasis. A few students were milling about in the ground level and talking to each other. Above them, only the whispers of the ocean breeze could be heard with the orange sun beginning to melt downward in the sky. It was almost as beautiful as sunset on the bayou, and Moxie gave the ghost of a smile. This place really was beautiful, and she hoped it wasn't the end.

"Moxie," Alistair said from just to the side of the girl. "I know I caught you at an odd time, but I did have something important to tell you."

Her smile faded into nothingness, and she brought back her stoic expression and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And also, I deserve to know what you were doing in that closet with that boy," Alistair tapped his foot in impatience and loomed down at Moxie. "I don't know what you see in that boy. He's boring and lame."

The girl snorted. "Like you're any better," she whispered.

"In fact," Alistair smirked and leaned closer towards her. "I'm a being from another dimension. I'd like to think I'm a little interesting."

"You're not that interesting," Moxie's face betrayed a smile. "You're just a time-waster. A thing that keeps the story going but never delivers. A harmless little puppy."

Alistair tapped at his chin and raised a cocky eyebrow. "Oh, a time-waster? You seem fine wasting time talking to me at night."

"I'm hoping you slip up and tell me what you're doing here," Moxie whispered and captured the glint of Alistair's emerald eye. They stared at each other, both of them a challenging grin on the other's face. "You'll tell me what your plan is, and then I can defeat you."

"Defeat me?" Alistair said with his eyes shining a playful tilt. "There are already people trying to defeat me, and I doubt you'll be able to. In fact...you might even want to join me."

"You wish, yankee," Moxie emitted a light giggle. "When I'm a great hero, I'll beat you, you Yankee."

"Whatever you say, Colonist." Alistair lowered his voice into a dangerous tone.

Moxie almost smacked herself, but she spat out a light chuckle. Alistair was not afraid to share his thoughts on the people around her. Sometimes, it would actually comfort her since it seemed like Alistair would speak out about obvious truths that she was too nice to say. She hated to admit it, but the strange plot device of a boy was actually growing on her.

Across the room, Anton looked over at Moxie and narrowed his gaze. Now the weird girl was laughing to herself, and he was unsure what would happen next.

You're the weird one! Who puts only ketchup on a hot dog?

"Shut up."

Moxie tilted her head like a curious kitten. "Sorry. I just praying and...thought of something funny."

Anton cleared his throat. "Uh...no. I'm just talking to Pathogen."

"Oh," Moxie leaned to the side to look around Alistair. "Is he being annoying?"

"Always," Anton said. "If he went in you, you would actually hear his voice. Imagine that for the rest of your life."

My voice forever? Sounds like a dream come true.

"Well, I have a voice in my head, also," Moxie said. "Does yours always flirt creepily with you and pop out like a creep to scare you?"

Alistair huffed and turned away with his eyes closed. "I don't flirt creepily, and it's not my fault you get scared over little things."

Anton ran a head through his grease-filled hair that shined under the fluorescent lights and obscured one of his eyes. "Not exactly. But he is a creep in every way. He tries to get me sick on purpose so he can meet different kinds of bacteria and viruses."

I actually met this new one you just ingested from the hot dog. Name is Ecoli. Kind of a babe!

Before Moxie could continue, the door flung open. Bakugo, with a more reserved and tired face, shunted his hands into his pockets and kicked his feet over the marble floor. He leaned on the teacher's desk and examined the two students. Both of them sitting pin straight in their chairs, Moxie and Anton worried about whether this would be it or they would be able to stay for just a little longer.

Bakugo sensed the nervous energy and sighed. "You two calm down. You're not in trouble."

Both Moxie and Anton deflated into their chairs.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and licked his lips before continuing. "Accidents happen, and I assume you aren't the most political person in the world, Mister Grinch?" He asked at Anton.

Anton shook his head.

Bakugo turned over towards Moxie. "As for you, at least you didn't shoot anyone this time. And I'm not even going to ask what you were doing with Icy-Hot's guinea pig in a utility closet. Just...just leave whatever it is for after school hours. And be smart. Protection!"

Hearing the insinuation, Moxie grit her teeth and stammered out with the air growing hot around her. "No, Mister Bakugo. I-I'm not that kind of girl! I am a deeply Christian woman, and those things are for when you get married. I-I don't even know how to do most of that stuff yet!"

"I don't wanna hear it!" Bakugo raised his voice. Himself feeling a blush coming on, he pointed for the door. "Both of you. Scram!"

With a scramble, both Anton and Moxie rushed out of the room. Bakugo felt a little bit of satisfaction at seeing both of them leave with their careers intact. He had a brief talk with Principal Tommy, and the guy was much more lax and calm than most people would be after a student hit a politician in the head with processed meat. Unfortunately, he and Deku were still calming the fire from the press, and he imagined it would be many hours before he could return home for the day.

Bakugo sat on his table and took an apple that sat at the edge of the desk. He tossed it in the air and watched the twinkle of its shine glimmer in the air. The past month was action-packed to say the least with the Sports Festival coming up in just a few days. Honest with himself, Bakugo knew none of the students had enhanced their quirks very much from the beginning of the semester. If he were to grade them, he would say that some of these kids had good quirks that could become quite formidable. Drake and Hunter had a pretty interesting exchange in the Heroes and Villains exercise. Also, he was impressed with how well the Dragon kid had worked with that blabbermouth Blake. Bakugo hoped Blake used his quirk for good. Having to take him down one day would suck and would probably cause him some unneeded pain. Hunter, the spider boy, was no slouch either, and in a large city, would probably have the advantage over many villains in terms of movement.

Even Synaes, as mysterious as she was, had a quirk that complemented her quite well. Without overwhelming force, getting a hit on her would be very tough for a lesser villain and even experienced ones like him. He hated to admit it, but he really tried to hit her the first day and simply failed. Also, as annoying as that metalhead was, there was certainly a lot of potential with Abel and his music-based quirk. If he used it for more than speed and could lengthen his time under the power up of the music, he could have more endurance than even Deku. Of course, he personally thought James had the coolest quirk, but that may have been because he saw quite a bit of himself in that kid. Sadly, he may have to learn that working with others is necessary sometimes the hard way. Maybe that Lloyd kid, who seemed to annoy and challenge him every step of the way so far, would be good in teaching that lesson. He was such a teacher's pet, Lloyd would make a great leader one day at this right.

They would basically be competing against each other with little to no training. That meant more room for improvement, but it also meant more room for injuries. That said, he thought back to his first Sports Festival. He had close to no formal training at U.A. up to that point, but he still came out on top. Then again, that damn Half-And-Half held back and made it more about him. Bakugo could already imagine the migraine at having to hear Katsu gloat about winning and how it was all thanks to being taught by that moron.

Shoto. He had not spoken to him since the diagnosis.

Bakugo reached down into his pocket. He supposed that he should give Shoto a call and ask how his first couple of treatments went with Doctor Sushida. Maybe he could also explain why his kid went to detention again, and how he needed to quickly teach Katsu about the birds and the bees before something unfortunate happened.

Bakugo opened up his flip phone and scrolled through the contacts to find Shoto's number.

That was when he felt it.

A tugging. At his heart and at his brain. Not entirely unpleasant, but it left his mind in a drunken stupor for just a split second. As if he were being put under for surgery, Bakugo's eyes had a sudden urge to shut and stay shut. He dropped the phone with the device clattering on the ground. The apple rolled off to the side and smacked onto the marble. Bakugo's limbs morphed into jelly, and his arms had no energy to lift themselves up.

Then, a sudden shock.

"Agh!" Bakugo shouted. A pain slashed through his heart. Like a dagger to the chest, Bakugo slipped and fell onto his chest on the ground. He caught himself with his arms, but the unexpected jolt made his heart pump at a much faster pace. He breathed like he head run a mile, and his head swam before snapping back to his present reality. As sudden as the pain attacked his nerves, it was gone.

The energy back in his muscles, Bakugo lifted himself back up to his feet. He grabbed at his chest and massaged the area by his heart.

"What the hell?" Bakugo whispered to himself.

Seeing nothing around him, Bakugo shook his head to himself and left the classroom.

Leaving behind Alistair, who had a maniacal grin much more devious than the ones he shared with Moxie. The large wooden stick in hand, he looked down at his grip and noticed a gold and green emanation that burled in his palm like a heartbeat. His entire body was much more energized. Much more there in this reality. He felt himself grow just a shade more real and grounded in the classroom. He swore even the tiptoes of his shoes made just the lightest squeak as if he were in the classroom able to be seen by Bakugo.

"That much after only one sin?" Alistair said to himself before he gave off a low chuckle. "This is going to be as easy as an egg."

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