The destruction of the pawn shop was just like how he remembered.

Fire. Grey smog. Gasoline burning at the tips of his nostrils.

The smoke fluttered over the burnt ambers of the parched plywood. In the corner, a downed power line snapped off sparks that streamed over a puddle of sewage water leaking from a pipe. The liquid splashed into a reservoir that swam over the broken cobblestone and turnt dirt. The water snuck over the surface drowning small pebbles that rolled with the current until colliding with the toe of a steel-toed boot.

Wearing the boot was Bakugo, but a much different Bakugo. One much shorter and quite pudgy in stature. His costume burst at the seems as the small, old man strutted to the center of the battlefield.

"Yes, I have done it," Danny DeVito shouted. "I have stopped you all from leaving this electronic prison. So you all can suck it, Class 1-A!"

Before he could drone on, a giant boulder of a man landed on one knee right in front of him. Tan with shoulders the size of a semi-truck, he adjusted his green wig that poked over his normally bald head and quirked an eyebrow.

"You have only stopped us temporarily," Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson said to "Bakugo." "However, you have not crushed our spirit! Shoto! Will you assist me in defeating the bastardly Bakugo?"

"I already done told you Bakugo," Kevin Hart in Shoto's costume marched up to "Izuku's" side. "You mess with my fam, you about to be messed up."

"I stopped you once before, you dumb IcyThot," "Bakugo" said. "I'm gonna do it again. And this time, I'm gonna roast you like a turkey."

"You cannot defeat the power of friendship," "Izuku" said. "We will smite evil with our love and family. And also by beating the shit out of you."

"Thou will not succeed," "Bakugo" said. "You're too weak and lame."

"We don't have to stop you," "Shoto" said. "We got our students to handle that. Where my boy Katsu at? Katsu! We gotta fry some Bakugo ass!"

"I'm coming. I'm coming," Scarlett Johansson said with auburn eye contacts and a light brown wig. "Alright, Shoto. Are we gonna fry some Bakugo ass!"

"Yeah, we frying Bakugo ass."

"Then, let's fry some Bakugo ass!"

"You will be frying no ass," "Bakugo said. "For I am here to wreck havoc on those who have rendered SOCIETY worthless. Your school and class will be desecrated for all eternity!"

"You will never stop us," "Katsu said. "Because...this is not Your Hero Academia. This is...MY HERO ACADEMIA!"

"Bakugo" charged at Katsu. However, "Shoto" stretched out his arm. Water spouted out from his sleeve and drenched "Bakugo." The old man screeched and fell to his knees.

"I'm melting! What have you done?" He screamed. "Oh, what a world! What a world."

As he writhed into a dead corpse, "Izuku" loomed over him. "It's over, Bakugo. As my teacher, All Might, once said...There's no place like home."

Ring! Ring!

"Cut! Perfect, just what I was looking for!" The Director wearing thick rimmed glasses and a New York Knicks jersey rose from his chair. The film crew scrambled to the soundstage as the actors helped Danny Devito to his feet. The lights came on above with the entire set being flanked by grey walls. The Director walked to the center and stood in front of "Katsu."

"So," The Director said. "What did you think?"

Izuku and the entire Class 2-A at U.A. stared slackjawed and dazed. The students wore the U.A. uniform while Deku has on his old hero costume. All of them were frozen in the awkwardness of the situation. Izuku, as diplomatic as ever, cleared his throat and clapped his hands once. "It was very unique."

"That's a word for it," Megan said.

"Can I ask why I'm a girl," Katsu said. "And why Shoto is Kevin Hart?"

"It's my vision," The Director said. "Also, this is for an international audience. We needed the cast to have wide appeal."

"Yeah, but why Kevin Hart," Katsu said.

"Oh, a black man can't be a superhero. Is that it?" Kevin Hart shouted behind The Director.

"No, it's just I would have preferred someone more his type," Katsu said.

"Like someone with better acting skills," Anton muttered under his breath.

Abel smacked Anton upside the head and took a step forward. "We are all very grateful for you all to make our movie. It's really rad, especially the casting. Right, Blake?"

Timothee Chalamet, seated next to John Cena who had thorns taped to his arms, looked up from the script and waved. "Yup, you got it, Abel," He said before turning back to his scene partner. "God, he's annoying. Remind me to fire my agent after this."

From a trailer in the corner, a woman painted in green burst through the doors and threw the pages behind her. They fluttered in her midst as she stormed to the set. "Spike! You got rid of my musical number!"

"Look, Idina," The Director said. "It didn't fit in the movie."

"Hunter and Drake's actors get a rap number in the middle of a fight scene."

"Excuse you," Ludacris said with spider arms hanging behind his back. "Me and Tyrese have been working on that scene for a year. Right, Tyrese?"

"Absolutely, homie," Tyrese placed a red wig on his head. "I just got used to flying without throwing up. Well...Much."

Idina Menzel pushed The Director and threw the curled black wig onto the ground. "I quit. Get someone else to be Anton. Let's go, Pathogen!"

Jeff Goldblum, who was following his Anton around, turned and patted his chest at the real Anton. "Sorry about this. She's been temperamental since she got to know me. She says it's my voice."

"I can relate," Anton grumbled.

Great. And those two were perfect matches. The guy even sounds like me.

"Pathogen, stop talking."

"Huh?" Both Jeff Goldblum and Pathogen said to Anton.

The Director sighed and grabbed the pages of the script from the floor. "Alright, everyone. Back to one. We're running it again!"

After shooting, Izuku sat down at the edge of the set and sighed. He slumped in the chair and rubbed his eyes. Ever since Crunchyroll decided to produce a film version of what happened to him and his class, they had been hounded non-stop by writers looking for more information or actors wanting to shadow their counterparts. Despite what Nezu had promised them, the Class had been accosted by media and paparazzi almost as bad as Los Angeles. After just one month, the school had caught ten reporters sneaking onto campus with more attempting to climb the walls.

And all this movie business? A travesty. The studio had been changing almost everything that could publicly be known about the story. Of course, only a select few knew about the ongoings at the Central Platform. So, the writers took advantage and made up most of the story in the most wild and impossible ways such as Shoto being a time traveler and Bakugo being brainwashed into evil. The whole movie made little sense, but Izuku had negotiated for the school to receive a generous portion of the profits, so he had little room to complain.

A vibration erupted from his pocket. Izuku reached in and looked at the photo of his mother on the screen. He picked up the call and held the phone to his ear.

"Hi, mom. Yes, we're almost done for the day. I'll...well, I thought I'd swing by this weekend...Oh, you want to see me today? Well, after I get this students dropped off, I guess I could come over. I had that meeting with the Prime Minister early tomorrow, so I don't know if I can stay. And I have grades to...don't worry. I'll be there...Love you, too."

Iuzku hung up and examined his class talking the day away on the other side of the set. His mother had been clinging to him like a life preserver in raging rapids ever since his return. They had not discussed his absence much, but she had become suffocating in her need to contact him every fifteen to twenty minutes. He was certainly happy with her care, but he had to admit that it was starting to inhibit his times in class.

Meanwhile, the class had adjusted quite well to the situation. Of course, the emotional ramifications still existed, but they had gelled as a unit with much more camaraderie than before. Even in the few exercise they had done since the school year started, they had grown to work together. Well, most of them did. Some things truly never changes, Izuku thought to himself as he saw a certain obsidian haired boy waving a fist at a red-headed "Canadian."

"That movie wasn't even good," James said. "It compels felt misrepresented the vision of the author! The cinematography was a joke, too. It was trying to invoke the Gemran Expressionist movement, but it just came off as a Fassbinder knock-off!"

"Yes, but the acting was superb," Lloyd said as the Assistant Director walked past them. "Do you remember that monologue?"

"Which one?"

"That is our problem with society," Lloyd recited the lines. "We have good people, and we have bad people. But the good people, they sit around. They do their taxes. They follow the speed limit. They stay out of the way. Bur the good people…they never actually do good. They just refuse to do bad. That won't save our society. It will drown it like all the dead civilizations of the past. Drown it until we are all submerged…submerged in a void of nothingness."

Clap. Lloyd turned to see the Assistant Director applauding him. "Very good, mister. You have incredible command with your voice."

"Oh, thank you," Lloyd said. "I have taken to reading verses in church on a weekly basis to the congregation!"

"Great control of your breathing," The AD approached him. She leaned up to his face and examined his features. "Bright eyes. Clean complexion. Trendy hair."

She squeezed his cheeks together. "Incredible jawline. Have you considered a career in the entertainment industry?"

When she released him, Lloyd chuckled. "No, it has never been a thought."

"You know what?" The AD grabbed Lloyd's hand. "I'm going to take you to the Casting Director. We already had a Lloyd, but honestly, we can do better. She'll have to see you audition, but she normally takes my recommendations regardless. I think you would work much better as playing yourself."

"And I wouldn't?" James shouted at the pair.

"Hey, Chris," The AD pointed at a production assistant. "Go to Mister DiCaprio's trailer and tell him to fuck off. I think we have our actor."

Chris shook with the nerves of a spooked kangaroo and hopped to the trailer. Lloyd looked behind him for help, but the rest of the class simply waved at him.

Eventually, Izuku was able to rope up his class and take them back to the school. The field trip to the movie set was fun, but he realized he could only stomach seeing the actor playing him for a few moments before hurling. They were delayed a few hours as Izuku came across the surprising news that the studio was actually interested in Lloyd being in the film. After some discussion, Izuku was convinced that it would be of no harm as long as it didn't take away from schooling for him and was fairly compensated. Legally, Izuku was considered the guardian of all members of the Class by Japan, so he took the role stupidly in protecting all of his class.

When they finally rolled home, the students ran off the bus towards the dorms. Izuku bid them a good night as he walked towards his mother's apartment. The class waved back and went into the building. Except for a certain two students created by the power of One-For-All.

Moxie hid behind a tree by a pond in the center of the dormitory buildings. It was a small green area for students to relax, and the person she spied on was certainly taking advantage.

Alistair sat next to the water and was currently making out with a random blue-haired babe he found from third year. His dynamic with the school has been odd. With the Class, almost nobody trusted him or wanted to converse with him save for Moxie. Part of it was him killing half of them. The other part was jealousy. While the class had received a plethora of attention from the school, Alistair had quickly become a favorite to anyone outside of those who knew his story. Whether it was his eyes, smile or his charming behavior, every girl in school had fallen smitten for the blonde British teenager. He was already on his fourth girlfriend in a month, and he was more than happy to divulge himself in the pleasure of his popularity.

Pulling away from the girl, Alistair grinned at her and looked into her ice blue eyes. "Would you like to go to my room and have some fun?"

The girl nodded with a nervous smile. Alistair helped her to stand. Just as they turned away from the pond with the blinding sun setting behind them….

"Alistair," Moxie stood with her hands on her hips and stared at the boy.

"Oh, hello Moxie," Alistair said. "Me and…this lovely lady we're just heading up to my room. Lots of studying to do."

"I need to talk to you," Moxie said. "Just you and me."

"I'm sure it can wait," Alistair said. "I have a test that I plan on acing," he said with a wink at the girl who giggled.

"Now," Moxie said. Her eyes narrowed, and the girl seemed genuine in her suspicions.

Alistair sighed and ran a finger through a blue lock of the girls hair. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay babe?"

She pecked him on the cheek and walked away. Alistair smiled before the smirk dropped when he faced Moxie. "Moxie, what is your issue? I was in the middle of something important."

"Where have you been at night?" Moxie asked.

"At night? Uh…have I been a bit loud?" Alistair chuckled.

"No, the opposite," Moxie said. "I know you sneak out of your room. Even with your quirk, I know it."

"I sometimes go to grab a drink in the kitchen," Alistair said. "Is that such a crime?"

"No, you sneak out," Moxie said. "I know cause I went to the boy's side one night and…"

"The boy's side?" Alistair smirked. "Oh, you delinquent. How could you do something so scandalous? Visiting James so late?"

"No, and stop distracting me," Moxie said. "I called your phone, and it kept ringing in your room."

"Uh…I was asleep?" Alistair raised an eyebrow. "So asleep I couldn't be awoken by a ringtone? Is that so crazy?"

Moxie, realizing she did sound a little silly, lowered her head. "Listen, we made a promise to each other. To be honest and speak the truth, right?"

"We did," Alistair took a step forward. "Look, Moxie, I said to you that I would never do anything that could jeopardize our chances at having a new life in this world. A brand new world of which I've left all my friends and family and my magic. I would never put that in harms way. That said, there's no rules that state I can't have a little fun in this world, correct?"

"Unless you're hurting someone," Moxie said. "Or doing something you oughtn't."

"Moxie," Alistair reached his hand out and grabbed hers. He sat her at the bench a few feet away. She sat and peered into Alistair's green eyes that reflected her own gaze back. "Is there another issue here?"

Moxie sighed. "I just got a lot of pressure. Mister Deku has been really hard on my training. So I got that on top of our normal classes. And none of the other girls wanna talk to me. Even with that new device Martel made for us that can help us communicate with the Japanese. I heard one of them talking. Called me weird and a rambler. I don't ramble, do I?"

"I mean," Alistair kicked a pebble away from his shoes. "Last week, you turned out class discussion on Villain History into why the Blues Brothers were justified in destroying a mall with a cop car."

"Hey, my point was that different perspectives mean different villains," Moxie said in defense. "In their eyes, the cops were the baddies. Though, I reckon you could say the same thing about us. I mean, some villains do things for good reasons. But they shouldn't be doing them. Then again, heroes do bad things, too. But if it's for a good reason? Reminds me of that one time when-."

"My point," Alistair interrupted. "Is that you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You're extremely beautiful both in appearance and personality. Not to mention, you have one of the most powerful bits of magic in this entire place. So who cares if some people don't like you. Just make sure people…do right by you. Understand?"

"I guess," Moxie nodded. "Maybe I'm just paranoid. I always ecover something bad to happen. Like finding out this is all still fake. Or All-For-One is back. And then it comes for you again."

"I…agree," Alistair turned towards the pond with a pensive look. "The power felt incredible, but…the moment I lost control…it terrified me like I was a little boy again. How easily I could be overcome in my own body. What I did to you and your friends. That guilt doesn't go away."

Moxie noticed Alistair's shoulders slumped and examining the quiet ripples on the crystal surface of the water. She scooted over and placed a hand on his. "Listen, Alistair. No one in class blames you for that. I mean, you were jerk before that point, but the stuff when you lost control isn't your fault. And everyone knows that. It's just gonna take time to get everyone's trust back. And I'll help. As long as you behave."

Alistair chuckled. "Behave, huh? And what if I don't?"

"Then I'd just have to stop you." Moxie responded.

"Go ahead," Alistair said. "Show me what you got."

The two laughed at their super-serious interplay. Unaware that two shadowed figures were watching their every move with binoculars on a rooftop far away.

"Is that the one," the female said to the male.

"It is, love," he said.

"Wow. Quite handsome. And if he's already that good with his quirk…."

"He'd be perfect."

"Perfect for our revenge."

Drake had no idea what to expect when he first out on the headset.

In the fake world, he knew that they were used by the Central Platform for controlling the universal energy. Here, however, there wouldn't be a chance to do such a thing.

So, in his new dorm, still dark and quite cold without his army of space heaters yet delivered, he pressed the button on the side and saw the whole world flash before his eyes. As if he turned the channel on a television, he blinked and was assaulted by a warm copper light above him.

He was in an condominium. Spacious with a marble kitchen island with a delicious stew boiling in a stove.

"Drake!"

A blonde head of hair collided with Drake's back. He groaned as a pair of thin arms wrapped around his waist.

"It's you," Drake said. "You're one of the girls from the Central Platform."

"Yup, Isabel," the preppy girl said. She finally released him and threw her arms open. "Welcome to my world!"

Drake sat at the counter as the girl sashayed around the room. She grabbed jars of spices and plunked them into the stew that bubbled and popped in the pot. She hummed to herself while her deep blue eyes grazed over Drake's face once in a while when she turned.

"How is this possible?" Drake asked. He had taken off his glasses and placed them in his pocket.

"Well, we have you a pair of glasses before we left," Isabel said. "And the rule is that whoever has it gets to keep it no matter the universe their in. That way we wouldn't get stuck in different universes if somehow it got lost."

"So these glasses," Drake said and held them in his hand. "These are the things that transported you to the Central Platform."

"Nope," she said. "That was the exit chamber. The glasses themselves don't have enough power to take you to the Central Platform. But they can transport you to different universes. But only the ones pre-programmed at the Platform. There's some strange source code for each universe, but me and Calista were only able to put in a couple in the glasses before we were almost caught."

"So why me?" Drake asked while the girl scooped up some of the chicken stew into a bowl.

"Well, you did activate the exit chamber. We would have been in big trouble if you didn't find it for us," Isabel placed the dish in front of him. "And honestly, me and Cal talked it over and…we just find you interesting. Very…unique."

"Unique?"

"Unique," Isabel said. "And with time so short, I hated to waste an opportunity to have more time to spend with you. I'd like to know…a lot more about you. Including the whole becoming a dragon thing. Now eat up."

She slammed the bowl on the counter. Drake looked down at the vibrant liquid that wafted steam up into his golden eyes.

Drake considered the bowl and furrowed his brow. He thought all of this strange multi-dimensional garbage was behind him. Yet, here he was in a stranger's apartment that was apparently in another universe. How could this girl leave those glasses on his bed? Where exactly was his body at? Was he physically transported. From the scent of the spicy chicken and his forearms scuffing on the marble counter, this world felt as real as the one he was in.

"So, uh…Isadora, I-."

"Isabel."

"Isabel," Drake said. "Listen, this is fun and all, but I really don't think I should be going across different universes. I have school tomorrow and I don't want to cause any major problems."

"But it's no problem," Isabel said. "All of that Central Platform stuff is done. This is the fun part, Drake! We wouldn't have given you these glasses if we didn't want to see you, right?" Isabel smiled at him.

Drake felt odd with Isabel staring at him. Was there something on his face? Why was she so close to him and leaning over the counter. And why did she want to see him? Did she find his quirk interesting? Was she working with the Central Platform to capture him?

And yet…that stew smelled fantastic. Drake grabbed the silver spoon and scooped up a piece of the chicken and broth. He swallowed it with the warm food trailing down his chest and satiating his taste buds.

"Wow," Drake said. "This actually tastes great."

Isabel grinned. "Good, because I got a lot more where that came from."

Soon, the two continued to talk. Drake learned she was living in an apartment owned by some famous figure skating training a student of his. Isabel continued to draw closer to Drake with her hand brushing against his arm more and more. Drake would flinch with every touch, but he figured that people simply lacked personal space values in this new universe. Maybe friends normally hung out like this.

As she spoke, Drake kept reasoning through why he was there. However, at a certain point, he let his guard down and enjoyed the blonde girl babbling the day away. He should have been more concerned with hopping to other universes, but he felt more at ease than usual. Since he started school, he had refrained from speaking to most of the other students. He was still upset from the loss of Blake, and he found himself playing chess by himself more and more. He was not mean to his classmates, but he simply had nothing to say. Abel would yell at Drake about some trip he and a few of the others were taking to some movie studio, but he had no desire to travel around the new area. So, talking to this rambling girl was oddly comforting and enjoyable. She giggled at almost everything he said whether humorous or not. Drake figured that she must have some condition.

Towards the end of the night, the glasses vibrates in his pocket. Drake took them out and looked through the lenses. On the screen was a message blinking in red: Universal Transfer. 5 minutes.

"I guess I have to leave soon," Drake said.

"Oh," Isabel sighed. "Yes, there is a time limit. So you would need to return back to your home."

Drake stood up. Isabel planted herself just a foot away with her nose almost touching his. "Thanks for this, Isabel. It's been a while since I've said anything to anyone."

"It was tough, wasn't it?" Isabel asked. "All that happened. The stuff with that shirt black-haired kid."

"Yeah," Drake said. "I haven't felt like opening up to anyone about it. I'm still figuring out why this happened. Or why this is even happening now."

Isabel smirked. "Well, it is happening. I can help prove it to you if you want."

Drake blinked. "Oh? That would be helpful."

"It would," Isabel cat walked towards a doorway by the balcony. "In fact, before you go, you need to have the last course of your meal Drake."

"Last course," Drake said.

"Yes," Isabel's eyes shouldered when she turned to Drake. "But it's waiting for you in the bathroom."

Drake frowned. Why would there be food in the bathroom? Was this something they did in this universe? Maybe they are the last course of meals in there. And why do Isabel wink at him before sauntering through the doorway? Was that a common way of inviting people into different rooms? Tha said, Drake didn't want to be rude and leave Isabel's universe while turning down food.

He followed her in. The bathroom was clean with cool black and white tile on the floor. By a cabinet with the marble sink sat an ivory bathtub with a shower head pointed down at the surface. Isabel, with a blush on her face, clasped her hands in front of her and walked past Drake.

Slam! She closed the door. Drake wondered why she locked the door behind them. Was this how people ate final courses in this universe? Locked in a bathroom? Why was Isabel standing so close to him again? And why did she just place her hand on his chest?

"So…." Drake trailed off with a slight tremor in his voice. "Where is this final course?"

"It's right here, Drake," Isabel took a small step back towards the bathtub. She grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him to the tub. They both stepped into the basin, and Drake looked around in confusion. Was she holding ulterior motives this whole time? Was she going to attempt to drown him?

"What?" Drake asked dumbfounded. "How?"

"How?"

"How can there be food here?" Drake asked. "This isn't a kitchen. This is a bathtub."

"Because the final course is me, Drake," Isabel said with lidded eyes. "And now…it's time for your dessert."

Drake was prepared to run away. He had no idea cannibalism was a mainstream practice in this universe, but clearly, he was transported into a barbaric world. However, before he could act, Isabel grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her shoulders. She took it off and then unbuckled her jeans. She pulled them down leaving her in only the thinnest of lingerie.

Drake's jaw dropped. For once, his face formed a blush with his body growing hot. "What are you doing?" Drake asked.

"I thought we could both get clean," Isabel said.

"But I'm already clean," Drake stammered. "Isabel, why did you take your clothes off? Why are we-?"

Isabel cut of Drake with a kiss. Drake choked and suffocated himself with his heart palpitating in his chest. Why was this girl kissing him? Was this a traditional goodbye between friends in this world? Her lips had a strange metallic taste, but her skin was soft when she threaded her fingers through his spiked red hair.

She released him, and Drake gasped with a shocked face. He had never kissed anyone before, and yet here was an attractive blonde girl from another universe standing in a tub wearing practically nothing before him.

"Why are you doing this?" Drake asked.

Isabel couldn't help but giggle at his obliviousness. "Well, Drake, I just really admired your dragon skills and I wanted to see…what parts of you stayed dragon sized?"

"None," Drake spat out with nerves sparking underneath his skin. "I control it one appendage at a time!"

"Then, I guess I'd like to experience it for myself." Isabel said. She grabbed the jacket on Drake and pulled the zipper down.

However, right as she got to the bottom of the zipper trail, a beep from his pocket. Drake grabbed the glasses like a life preserver and thrust them onto his nose.

"I'll see you later," Drake said in a rapid rhythm. "Sayonara!"

Click!

And that's how Drake awoke feet from his bed. Covered in sweat that drenched his clothes and gasping for air.

Drake examined his dark room. The simple form of U.A's second year building. He scrambled to his feet with his mind racing at a thought every millisecond.

What just happened?

Without another thought, Drake scrambled to his feet and charged for his door. For once, Drake needed a frigid shower.

Izuku sighed when he reached the familiar oak door to his old apartment. The linoleum floor reflected the stark lights above which gleamed off the scuffed yellow walls.

"Oh, hello Izuku!"

"Mom," Izuku smiled. "How are you?"

"Hello, Midoriya."

From the hallway, a familiar man with a five o'clock shadow and bloodshot eyes strolled into the kitchen like he owned the place. His long raven hair curled at the ends with his scarf still perched around his neck.

"Mister Aizawa," Izuku gave a quick bow. "I didn't expect you here!"

"No need to bow, Midoriya," Aizawa said. "We are much to familiar with each other for that."

"Besides," Inko Midoriya said. "We should probably start calling him by his first name, right Shota?"

"That's right, honey," Aizawa said. He grabbed Inko by the hips and craned his head towards hers.

Smack! Their lips collided with a passion to burn a thousand suns.

Izuku dropped the bottle of wine. The glass shattered and left a damp puddle in the hardwood with the liquid seeping into the crevices. He babbled like a drunk baby and could only point in horror at the two before him.

"Mister Aizawa," Izuku creaked. "That-that's my mom."

"I am aware, Izuku," he said. "Very aware, right Inko."

She giggled. "Oh, honey. Stop it."

"Mom!" Izuku screamed. "What are you-? Why are you-? What is happening?"

Aizawa gave a quick nod at Inko. "How about I give you two a moment. I'll wait in the bedroom."

"Bedroom," Izuku squealed as Aizawa returned to Inko's room. "Why did he say that? Are you holding him hostage mom?"

"Izuku, I-."

"That's my teacher form U.A!"

"Izuku-."

"Is there a villain here," Izuku shouted and looked around. "Someone is brainwashing you aren't they? They've tricked you and Aizawa into doing these disgusting things, aren't they?"

"Izuku, that's enough!"

The boy fell into a chair by the dining table. He held his light head up with his trembling hands and stared at his mother like she had just decapitated a man. The harsh lights above swam with the muted colors of the apartment. Izuku's head lolled on his neck before his body swung to the side.

Then, nothing but black as Izuku passed out on the floor.

An alarm blared through the museum walls. The red lights shined over the ivory floors with the siren piercing the ears of the lone security guard. The rotund man groaned and threw his magazine down from his face.

Inside the Fine Art Museum of Tokyo, rows of marble statues and immaculate renaissance paintings lined the perimeter of the square room he was charged with protecting. The guard grunted as he raised himself from the small plastic chair. He stumbled over to the alarm system keypad and lifted open the screen. He pressed a few buttons on the pad, and the lights topped drenching the room in darkness save for a few small white spotlights that gleamed on each piece of art.

"Every week with these alarms," the guard said.

The guard scratched his back and turned back to his chair. However, in the corner of his gaze, he saw the white spotlight pointing towards one platform at the center of the room. The lights shined on a plexiglass box that normally held a very valuable ruby.

A ruby that was now gone.

The guard trudged to the empty box. He took out a cigarette and lit it up.

"Aw, man," the guard said. "Not another one."

On a rooftop, Alistair appeared on the edge overlooking the museum at the center of the city. The bright lights of flashing screens and cars honking below wafted through Alistair's blonde hair like the light breeze funellinv through the Tokyo Tower just a few blocks away. He admired the ruby in his hand and twirled it between his fingers.

"Perfect," Alistair said. "Like taking candy from a baby."

Alistair saw his reflection in the jewel and smirked. A month of these activities had made him quite the wealthy student, and the thrill electrocuted his body with a hot ecstasy that made his eyes brighten with excitement and admiration at the stolen ruby in his hand.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Alistair gasped and whipped on his heels behind him. He activated his quirk and disappeared from sight while two shadowed figures stood at the center of the roof.

"Impressive," the woman said. "And don't worry, we won't rat on you."

"Besides," the male added. "We already know who you are, Mister Leonhardt."

With a moment of hesitation, Alistair formed himself back into visible view. The red lights of a soda commercial flashing on the giant LED Jumbotron between him and the couple illuminated him with a scarlet gleam over his alabaster skin.

"Alistair," the woman said. "A student at U.A. Just started last month. You're one of the students from Void Industries, aren't you?"

"In a way," Alistair said. "Who are you two?"

"We have to admit," the woman took a step forward. "You're quite impressive. Your quirk and your initiative. I didn't commit my first major crime until I was twenty."

"Darling, you told me it was seventeen!"

"Oh, honey," she said with a laugh. "That was my first robbery. I mean major crimes like murder."

Alistair furrowed his brow and pocketed his ruby. "Listen, as lovely as this conversation is, I just want to head home for the night. If you want this ruby, there's plenty of more valuable things in that museum."

"The ruby is of no concern to us," the man said. "You are. You and your power. Your drive. You could be of great use to us."

"We are on a quest," the lady said. "A quest of revenge. And we think, if you listen to us, that you will be interested in the rewards of what we can accomplish together."

Alistair narrowed his green eyes and took a cautious step towards the couple still shrouded in shadow. "And…what would that be?"

"Well, what would you like?" she asked. "Clearly, you don't seem that interested in being a Pro-Hero."

Alistair bit his lips. He scanned the figures in front of them and quirked an eyebrow. "I enjoy my class, but the whole hero thing has never been my speed."

"Exactly!" the male said. "You want something more ambitious. Exciting. Fun! You're not the kind of person to be tied down by silly rules. Are you?"

Alistair considered the stranger's words. The past month had been him working alone for his selfish motives. Exploring this new universe, he found that the sky was the limit as far as what he could accomplish. And with his new magical powers…it was like having an invisibility cloak he could use at whim!

"What did you have in mind?" Alistair asked. "I'm still pretty new to all of this."

"That's why you need us," the woman said. "We can help you along the way. Accomplish more than stealing some small jewels. Leaving your mark on society. Changing the world. Claiming what is yours. Getting revenge on those who have wronged you. Isn't that what we're all here for? To make an impact on the world?"

The light changed on the screen. A green light flashed over Alistair's face from the monitors flashing throughout the funnel of buildings that surrounded him like prison guards. His lips curled into a tight smirk as he met the couple halfway on the rooftop. The fear of any consequence gone, he found himself more drawn and intrigued to these two mentors than any Pro-Hero that waxed poetic about saving the world. Besides, he already helped save the universe once. That was more than enough heroics for Alistair's lifetime.

"Before we continue," Alistair said. "Can you please tell me your names?"

"Oh, where are our manners," the man said. "I apologize. We are quite new in town. Rolled right in from Montserrat. Long journey."

"We are hoping to be known soon as The Spectrals," the woman said. "But you can refer to us by our names. My husband, Silvano, and myself…Belladonna Marseilles."