I'm sorry it took so long to update. I actually had it done for months with the intention of writing more to it, then thought I would just get what I had out and start over fresh from there.

"We should evacuate," I pleaded to Aizawa-sensei. I was finally growing accustomed to the tugging in my gut, enough that I could stand and move. But there was no mistaking what my quirk was telling me.

Get out of here.

Aizawa-sensei watched my face, then looked at the rest of the class, who were either watching with concern or confusion. Bakugou narrowed his eyes.

Sensei leaned in so only Midoriya and I could hear. "I've read your file, Ryuuzaki. You're having a premonition, right?"

I nodded. "My quirk can feel the karmic energy put into the universe. Right now, someone's done or thought something that will bring us harm if we don't leave."

Sensei frowned. "What are the chances this will resolve itself if we continue carefully?"

I fidgeted and looked away, thinking back to the other day on the train. I'd been pretty sure something big was about to happen, and then it all went away within a moment. Embarrassingly. Maybe I was overreacting again? It would be so shitty of me to ruin everyone's training just because my quirk did what it did to me my whole life.

"My premonitions don't tell me much, and they don't read any solid future, so it's hard to say."

Aizawa-sensei sighed. "Alright, we'll err on the side of caution." He raised his voice. "Everyone, back to the buses."

"What's going on?" Ashido asked. "We just got here."

"Yeah, we're heroes-in-training, right? What could be the worst to happen?" Kirishima piped up.

Nonetheless, the class moved to leave the facility. Thirteen lead from the back, motioning for the class to keep moving.

"We'll return for the rescue training when we're sure it's safe. You kids are my responsibility, and that's my decision. Kaminari, you contact the main campus. Let them know we're on our way back."

"Yes, sir," he said, hesitantly. It was clear he was disappointed. Way to go, Hotaru. But the tugging was incessant, unforgiving, and I knew it had to be done.

"It's her quirk," Midoriya explained at my side to our confused classmates, making sure a new wave of energy didn't knock me off my feet as we filed out of the doors again. "It has a predictability aspect."

"That's kind of concerning." Sero frowned. "So something bad would've happened if we didn't leave?"

I was going to correct him, to explain that as long as my stomach hurt, the event hadn't been averted yet, even if half the class was already on the bus. I waited patiently in line to climb aboard, my pace slowed as I hunched over.

But then Kaminari peeked his head out of the bus window. "Hey, guys? I can't get a hold of anyone back at the school. I think something's blocking the signal."

Then black swirled underneath us and the bus, and I gasped as my stomach practically flipped. The dark tendrils materialized and curled up from nothing, rising between me, some of the others, and the bus.

Aizawa-sensei used his wrappings to gather the kids who hadn't made it—Midoriya, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Sero, Bakugou, and me—and yanked us back behind him. I went weightless, then landed on my feet with a jolt, but was thankful that he had been able to react.

A voice drifted over us, but it had no body to go with it. "That's no good. You kids are supposed to be inside."

The black expanded, engulfing the bus, then it seemed to fizzle out.

"Sensei!" I realized he'd flicked his goggles over his eyes, using his quirk to stop the mysterious power.

"Thirteen, the bus," he shouted, barked, ordered. "You six, stay back."

Thirteen pushed onto the bus, turning the key in the engine and not even bothering to close the door. "Everyone sit down!" The bus shot forward, removing it from the quirk that had been targeting it.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is that?"

The kids who were on the bus couldn't see what was going on as we could. I saw some of them trying to stick their heads out of the window, Iida pulling them back by their shoulders.

"Stay clear of the windows!" No one knew what that black stuff could do. It was best not to find out by losing a head.

The fog whirled and grew until a figure was standing in its place. He must have been heteromorphic, made from the smoke, since it could move with Sensei staring at it. He could move his body, but not his quirk beyond that.

"Eraserhead," that voice said. "How inconvenient. Where's All Might?"

Beside me, Midoriya shot me a look. Guess we knew this guy's target. But him not keeping a secret about it was concerning in its own right. And why would he be attacking us if All Might wasn't even here? Were we supposed to be hostages?

Sensei tensed. "Get down!" His tape, which had never released us, threw the six of us onto our backs and stomachs as bullets fired around us. I craned my neck to see new people I didn't recognize at the door of the USJ. They fired with gun quirks, clearly aiming at us kids. Shots pounded the side of the bus as well, narrowly piercing through the metal.

"Villains!" Yaoyorozu gasped. She was right—But how had they gotten inside the training facility when one, it was heavily guarded, and two, we'd just been in there and the whole place had seemed empty. The firing didn't stop. Glass shattered, kids shouted. The bus wasn't safe cover anymore.

"Shit," Sensei swore, and I knew he was making a choice. As quickly as he could, he directed his quirk to the villains at the door. The bullets stopped.

The smoke figure immediately ushered his quirk at the opportunity, reaching both toward the bus and us kids. The black screened my vision and I lost sight of even Midoriya, who was barely even a foot away.

"Back in we go," the figure said.

And then I felt the ground disappear beneath me.

I hit the dirt hard, willing my own quirk into suppression so I didn't explode on the impact. Between that and the cafeteria panic the other day, I was close to spilling.

I sat up with a grunt, realizing I wasn't alone at the sound of more groans. The six of us that had been swarmed together had been split up—Sero, Yaomomo, and Midoriya were nowhere to be seen. But Kirishima and Bakugou had landed a few feet away, covered in dust. Even Bakugou hadn't landed on his feet, leaning on his elbows. He was fuming.

"Where are we?" I asked, hoping one of them had a better idea than I did. We were surrounded by dirt and hills taller than buildings. It was difficult to orient myself. But we'd obviously been removed from the chaos of the fight outside the training facility. What was it called when the lack of sound sent a pregnant message? Loud quiet? Deafening silence?

"Looks like we're back inside the USJ," Kirishima said. "I saw this place from the entrance. I think this is the mountain zone."

I frowned. My stomach was still spasming, but I was more or less used to it now, like jumping into cold water. "I'm worried about the others." We hadn't seen if the smoke had gotten to the bus before Aizawa-sensei could nullify his quirk again. Hell, I didn't even know if we were safe ourselves, as quiet as it was. At least we weren't riddled with bullets.

This incident wasn't ringing any bells from my old memories, which were more or less just vague facts focused around Deku and my deaths. This was UA grounds. No one would be so bold to attack students here. It was suicide. I had brief memories of a league, an entity, working against Deku, even if they ascribed to the same idea of herodom. Members and numbers and goals were blurry. But surely they'd never gotten close to the 1-A class on school property. It was unthinkable. And yet, I had just seen it go down with my own eyes.

"This isn't a test, is it?" I frowned.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't think so. We were pretty close to getting shot."

I stood and dusted off my costume, frowning in contemplation. I shouldn't have picked white for my tights and gloves. They were already caked in red-tinted dust.

"Okay. An unknown number of villains are in the facility with us. Their target is All Might, but we're collateral. One of them has a warp-type quirk, and they've purposely separated us from Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen." I was mostly speaking to myself, but Kirishima at least seemed to be listening to my assessment. I nodded. "I'm guessing to pick us off one by one. So we undo that and find Sensei. Make it easier for them to protect us."

"No one's gonna be protecting me," Bakugou scoffed. "I'll take care of every last villain in the damn place." He rolled his shoulders.

"I like your confidence," Kirishima laughed, and I wondered if he thought Bakugou was joking. I knew better. He was pissed he hadn't gotten the chance to jump at the warp guy. He'd both gone after us and dismissed us, more interested in Sensei and All Might. It was an unforgivable slight.

Bakugou looked like he was about to strangle something, then he smirked violently. "You two will get in everyone's way. What we should do is wait here for the villains to come to us, then beat the crap out of as many of them as possible." His hands were popping with leakage of his quirk, raring to fight.

As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point. It already happened that Aizawa-sensei was in a tight spot trying to fight and protect us. Seeking him out would put all of us at risk.

My stomach pulled in a different direction, and I dropped into a whisper. "Villains are coming." As quiet as I was, I couldn't keep a slight tremor from my voice.

We dropped into defensive stances, backs together to cover and blindspots. I had a retractable staff in my tool belt, courtesy UA's gear request. I felt a lot better with it in my hands, even if I didn't exactly know how to use it.

They taught us how to play softball in elementary. It would have to be enough.

This wasn't going to be like sparring my dad. These guys actually wanted to hurt me. Hurt us. I felt a little cold.

"Guess there's no sneaking up on you kids," a man in a bandana said, stepping from around the foot of a hill. I would have guessed he was listening in on us, if my quirk would have been different. So he didn't know we fully intended to fight, not run.

I tightened my formation with the boys, stepping closer, only for Bakugou to charge.

"Wait!" I cried. We didn't know his quirk. It would be stupid to attack head-on.

But Bakugou wasn't like me. His quirk was inherently heroic, inherently useful. He blew up in the guy's face, making a smokescreen. I heard a crack and a groan, and some sort of purple slime landed on my goggles.

I wiped it off, making a face, and by the time the smoke cleared, the villain was clearly out of it.

"Oi, nice one, Bakugou!" Kirishima chuckled. His skin was hardened already, ready to jump in. "You showed him!"

"Better keep showing them," I murmured, eyes shooting along the divots made by the mountainous terrain. "He wasn't alone."

Aizawa looked to the shooters because it was either he let them get taken back into the USJ or let them get shot—in case that part led to any confusion.

Sorry this chapter was so short. I really wanted to get something out. The next will be longer!

I would love to see what you think about what's been changed for this attack. What do you think is going to go differently?

Thanks!