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Himiko waited for a bit for her friends to leave (she'd feel bad for lying about needing to use the restroom if it weren't for her situation) before she left the restroom and briskly made her way towards the third-floor janitor's closet, berating herself about her sloppiness.

She had been so excited to come to school that she had completely forgotten to drink some blood before leaving, and now she was starting to get… jittery. It definitely didn't help that she was constantly around people and catching the faint smell of the blood beneath their skin.

She could try and tough it out until lunch but she doubted she could make it that far. She also knew she could drink her blood in class, but she also knew Kumo would ask about it, and Himiko wasn't ready to explain that.

So that left her having to quickly sneak into the janitor's closet she found on her second day of school.

She had found the janitor's closet completely by accident mind you, but she was glad she did all the same. The bathroom wasn't exactly isolated, her drinking would be heard, and she doubted the Nurse would appreciate her going into her office whenever she needed to drink her blood, so she needed someplace isolated and out of the way of everyone else. The Janitor seemed to always patrol the school around this time and didn't seem to need anything out of the upper floor closets, not at this time at least, so she was pretty isolated when she went there to satiate her needs.

Turning the corner, her eyes widened as she saw two girls standing in front of her safe haven.

One of them saw her and smiled, but the smile felt… off. To a less jaded individual it looked like a regular smile, it looked kind, but something about her eyes sent a tingle down Himiko's spine and made the hair on her neck stand on end. It was a feeling that, due to past experience, usually meant she should probably turn around and flee in the other direction. And so she did.

Or at least she tried to. The moment Himiko turned around to leave, she ran into a third taller girl and nearly fell back onto her butt, but was caught and held up by her armpits by the girl she bumped into.

"Oh hey! Just the girl we wanted to see!" The surprisingly strong girl happily said, smiling. Her smile set Himiko on edge as well.

"U-Uhm, I'm sorry." Himiko nervously said as she tried to walk past, but the other girl's grip held firm. "I-I was j-just going to class." Screw hiding, she'll risk Kumo asking about the drinking. She just wanted to leave at this point.

But the other girl wouldn't allow her. She held Himiko with a firm grip as she forced her to walk toward the other waiting girls. "Oh, that can wait. We just wanted to have a little talk with the new girl."

"W-What if the new girl doesn't want to talk?" Himiko asked as they stopped. The girls giggled as if laughing at a joke, and Himiko nervously laughed with them, not knowing what to do and just going along with them. The sooner she gave these girls what they wanted, the sooner she could leave. Right?

One of the other girls stopped laughing first. "Oh don't worry, you don't have to talk." She looked at the girl holding Himiko and nodded.

The next thing Himiko knew, she was being forced down to her knees, and her arms were being held behind her back. "H-Hey! Stop! Let me go!" She struggled, but the other girl's grip just got tighter. "Let me go, o-or I'll tell the teachers!" She threatened.

The third girl, who hadn't talked until now, snorted. "Like they'll believe a little freak like you." She then pulled out from behind her back a juice pouch, one that had Himiko's eyes widening in recognition. "See? Told you it was hers." The girl said upon seeing Himiko's reaction. "Saw her throw it away yesterday."

"K-Kinda weird, you know? Digging someone's tomato juice out of the trash? Hehe." Himiko focused on appearing calm and playing it off, but internally she was freaking out in a way she hasn't in years. They dug one of her blood drinks out of the trash. If they put two and two together-

"Cut the lies, freak." The leading girl held her hand out, and the blood drink was placed in it. "What kind of tomato juice dries up like blood?"

'Fuck!' Himiko swore in her head. It's fine, just stay calm. "Doesn't make digging it out of a trash can any less weird." She quipped. Probably not the best decision, but dammit, Izumi passed a few traits off to her, and she just kind of did it on instinct.

The girl rolled her eyes, before eyeing Himiko up and down. "So, what were you coming up here for? Your class is on the floor below."

"Stalker much?" Himiko glared at her. "Look, this is a waste of time! Just let me go, I haven't done anything to you!"

"Nothing yet." The leader looked at the strong one, "Get her bag."

"H-Hey!" Himiko struggled as her bag was forcefully removed from her shoulders, and passed to the leader. She reached inside and pulled out one of Himiko's unopened blood boxes and inspected it.

"You know, or hear these things are only allowed if the person requires the consumption of blood. Heard a story once that a kid was denied these, and he ended up seriously hurting someone on the street when his hunger was too much." She looked at Himiko and giggled. "We can't have you snapping on any of us, now can we?"

"Please," Himiko struggled a bit more, "Just let me drink. Just give me my blood, I'll go to class, and I won't mention any of this! I won't hurt anyone, I promise! Just let me drink my blood! I need it!" Himiko felt herself on the verge of tears. She didn't want anyone to know she needed to drink blood for this very reason. She didn't want anyone to be afraid of her potentially snapping. And now here she was, being restrained by other students as they decided to take care of the problem before it became a problem.

She never should have come to public school.

"Oh, honey, we aren't going to stop you from drinking blood." The leader said in a sickeningly sweet tone. "No, in fact, we're here to help. These things," She held up the box, "Aren't fresh at all. Drinking them must be like… hm…"

The girl restraining Himiko chimed in. "Eating pizza from the beginning of the week on a Friday?"

"Exactly!" The leader threw the box away, to the ground nearby. "Who knows how long it's been since you've had fresh blood."

Himiko's eyes widened in fear and panic as the girl pulled out a needle, and slowly moved it to one of her own fingers. Himiko started panicking and doubled her efforts to escape, thrashing around. "N-No, no! It's fine! I'm fine drinking the boxes! I don't need fresh blood!" She quickly refused as she failed to escape.

"Oh, come on Midoriya! It's fine! I insist!" The needle was dangerously close to her skin now. "You looked all jittery earlier, so I'm guessing you were coming here to drink some blood. I'll just give you a little taste of mine. I'm sure you'll feel better afterward, right?"

"T-That's not how that works!" Himiko kept trying, but the girl restraining her wasn't letting up. Himiko felt a few tears run down her face. She was so scared. She hadn't been exposed to fresh blood in so long, she didn't know how she'd react to an open wound. "Please! Just let me go! I'll do anything!"

"Oh, don't be like that now. This is a gift for the new girl." And with that, she lightly pushed the needle into her own skin.

Himiko reacted quickly, shutting her eyes and only breathing through her mouth, trying not to see or smell the blood as she scrunched up her nose. It was working, thankfully, as she hadn't caught a whiff of blood yet.

She heard the leader scoff. "Fine, we'll do it ourselves. Girls."

Himiko felt a pair of hands grab her head and force her to look up. She didn't open her eyes though as she struggled against the hands.

"Hold her steady." She heard, as her mouth was also forcibly held open. She still refused to open her eyes. "Here you go, Midoriya~"

Himiko's breathing quickened, getting faster and faster until…

Something hit her tongue.

Something warm, wet, and… delicious.

Her eyes snapped open instantly, and the first thing they zeroed in on was the deep crimson liquid lightly dripping from the puncture wound on the finger being held just over her mouth. Her body went lax as she focused on the source of blood. She took a light sniff through her nose. The sight, the smell, the taste… she wanted more. She needed more.

The girl that was holding Himiko's mouth still had let go when Himiko stopped struggling (though Himiko was still being restrained by the strong girl), and watched as the once panicking girl was now just kind of staring at the blood dripping from the finger of her friend. "Uhm… what's up with her?"

The leader hummed, moved her finger around, and watched as Himiko tracked it, never taking her eyes off the wound. "Not the reaction I expected. But check it out, it's like one of those videos where a snake is copying a person's movements!"

The girls laughed as the leader moved her finger around faster, amused as Himiko started moving her head to follow it. "Oh! Oh! Or like a cat following a laser pointer!"

In their amusement, none of them paid enough attention to notice Himiko's eyes changing, her pupils becoming thin slits surrounded by golden yellow. Her fangs, once small and subtle, started growing, becoming longer and sharper. Their biggest mistake came when the girl holding Himiko loosened her grip, thinking their target wasn't going to do anything, as if they'd tamed some wild animal that would now obey their every command.

Oh, how wrong they were, when Himiko immediately lunged for the bleeding finger and tried to bite into it. The strong girl managed to make a grab for the smaller student only to miss and barrel into her other friend.

The girl with the bloody finger flinched at the look in Himiko's eyes, they no longer were the wide distracted eyes that followed her finger's every move, these were the eyes of a wild cat, lost in madness and hunger. She started backing up towards the janitor's closet with her bloodied hand behind her back, reaching for the door. "Now, don't do anything crazy…" she began.

She turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door, revealing the darkness of the closet behind her. Himiko still hadn't made a move, she was clutching her head like she was struggling to get a hold of herself, a mixture of snarls and crying escaping her mouth. In that time the strong girl had managed to stand and slowly made her way behind the blood-crazed girl, reaching out to grab her again, only for the leader to subtly shake her head.

Instead, she brought her blooded finger back out and waggled it in front of herself. "Is this what you want?"

Himiko stopped struggling and glared up at the offending appendage, her entire focus once again on the crimson liquid that continued to drip from it.

"Yeah, that's it. Good little vampire. Come get the blood." The leader taunted as she slowly stepped to the side.

Despite her previous feral nature, Himiko slowly approached as she remained low to the ground. Seeing the blood… she just wanted some more. Just a little. Just enough to help clear her head, make the hunger stop so she can think. Her head was in pain as her mind screamed at her to just drain the bitch of all the blood in her veins, but Himiko resisted. She'll just take a little, make the pain stop, and she'll run.

She wouldn't get to do any of that, however, when two pairs of hands pushed her from behind. The next thing Himiko knew, she was on the cold floor of the janitor's closet. She turned her head back just in time to catch the door closing, casting her in darkness. Snarling and letting out a scream of frustration, Himiko stood up and rammed her body into the door in an attempt to leave, but it did nothing. There was a weight on the other side of the door keeping it from opening.

Himiko screamed again. "Let me out! Let me out! I need blood!" She rammed the door again, but still nothing. She continued trying to force her way out.

"Little freak!" She heard from the other side of the door. "Tried to attack me!"

"Uhm… so what do we-" She heard one of the other girls ask, but was swiftly cut off.

"Leave the little bloodsucker in there! Not our problem!"

"Okay… how do we do that?"

"What?"

"How do we keep her in?! She keeps trying to get out!"

"I don't know. Barricade it. Figure it out."

"Where are you going?!"

"Class, duh."

"She… just left us to do this ourselves?"

"I-I guess? I mean, I could use my quirk."

"Go ahead, I'll hold it."

Himiko kept trying to force her way out, even as she heard the sound of nails being hammered on the other side. She could eventually feel the difference, as the door started to feel more reinforced on the other side. "Please! Just let me out!" She desperately screamed.

"There, that should do it."

"Alright, come on, let's get to cl- ah dammit!"

"What?! What- oh."

"Stepped on the dumb blood box! I can't go to class with blood on my shoes!"

"Just go wash them off in the restroom." Their voices faded as they walked off, leaving Himiko alone in the darkness of the closet.

It was bad enough that she was trapped, what made the situation worse was that she was hungry for blood. She'd been exposed to fresh blood, denied more, and is now trapped in a dark room with the smell of more blood taunting her on the other side of the door. She kept trying to force it open, ramming it, and at some point even clawing at it, as if she'd be able to dig a hole through it. With every second she could feel her grasp on her sanity slipping away as the only thing taking up all of her thoughts was that she needed blood.

She didn't know what to do. She couldn't call for help, her phone was in her bag. She felt like a small child again, alone, scared, and locked up, denied the very thing needed to keep her sane. As her body began to tire from trying to escape, she did the only thing she could think of past the screaming of her thoughts demanding blood.

She curled up and cried. And she continued to cry until everything started to feel fuzzy.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that. Maybe hours. Eventually, through the pain and the hunger, she heard voices outside the door. She couldn't understand what they were saying, and they sounded warped and unintelligible to her at the time. She didn't care who they were or what they were saying.

She was hungry.

She drew her fist back and slammed it into the door. Obviously, it didn't break or open from the strike, but that wasn't the point.

She heard them talk again, she registered that they were speaking, and then the sound of wood being forcibly removed reached her ears. Himiko looked up and saw exposed pipes near the ceiling. She climbed on a few boxes nearby and jumped up to the pipes, wrapping her arms and legs around them, hiding in the darkness of the closet.

The door soon opened, but the light didn't reach her hiding spot, she was still hidden. She saw someone walk in and look around, before turning to leave. With the prey person's back turned, Himiko dropped down quietly behind them.

Her vision wasn't right. Everything was fuzzy and blurry, and she couldn't make out the face of whoever was at the door. None of it mattered to her though. She didn't care about who it was, she didn't care who she hurt, she didn't care about any of it.

She just wanted blood.

Without a word she lunged, mouth open, hands grabbing for the weak thing's arms, teeth gnashing for its throat.

She swore the person she lunged at looked like Sami-Chan…

That didn't matter to her though as she leaned down to bite into its flesh.

All that mattered was blood…

And then she woke up screaming.

"Himiko?!" Inko immediately burst into the room, eyes wide at her adopted daughter's panicked state. It was Izumi's old room. Her two daughters unexpectedly dropped by earlier in the day, and Inko wasn't ready to see her youngest covered in blood and crying. They got Himiko cleaned up and changed, but the events of the day had tired the young girl out, so she was placed in Izumi's old bed so she could take a nap.

At some point, Izumi had gotten a call, and though she didn't tell Inko what was going on, she said she'd be back for Himiko. So that left Inko with the task of looking after her daughter, who she admittedly didn't spend as much time with as she would have liked to.

She didn't know much about her other two children in general, other than what her husband and Izumi had told her over the phone and what she herself had learned through video chats with both of them.

Jin loved to cook, was talented and had a diverse skill set, was very loving towards their family, and had a strange verbal tick where he contradicted himself, some would even call it split personality disorder.

Admittedly, she knew the least about Himiko, other than her special diet and her love to tinker with her husband's support gear.

But something she had managed to pry from Izumi before she left was that all three of her children were very touch-oriented. They all calmed down at being shown physical affection in their own little ways, and that was something Inko could easily do for them.

Izumi was the simplest, she was receptive to pretty much any form of positive touch, from head pats, hair ruffles, hugs you name it, she loved it.

Jin was a snuggler, but in a very similar way that Hisashi was, he'd put his legs up on your lap or lay across your lap and not make a big deal about it if you didn't. Kind of like a cat.

Himiko, from what Izumi had told Inko, was a hugger. She loved hugs, she loved being held and if she was having a panic attack it was one of the only true ways to get her to come down from it, just letting her know that there was someone there with her, holding her and shielding her from the world.

And if anyone knew anything about Inko Midoriya, it was that she was a hugger. Mitsuki claimed that Inko had hugged Hisashi into submission when they first started dating and she honestly wasn't that far off the mark.

So with that in mind, Inko threw caution to the wind, she rushed to Himiko's side and wrapped her arms gently around her panicking daughter, petting her hair and whispering softly that she was here, and that Himiko was safe.

"It's okay, it was a dream. It wasn't real, sweetie." She didn't flinch as Himiko dug her nails into her back, she kept her focus on the girl in her arms and kept whispering to her, trying to calm her down.

"I…I hurt Sami-chan!" Himiko hiccuped into Inko's shoulder in barely audible English, and Inko only hugged her tighter. Inko may not be a fluent English speaker, but she could definitely understand it well enough.

"No, you didn't honey, he's fine, both of your friends are fine." Inko kept petting Himko's hair hoping it was having a calming effect on the girl while she talked. "They stopped by to give you the notes you missed, and they didn't look injured at all, they just seemed worried for you."

Himiko let out a shuddering cry at that and Inko let her, the girl needed to release the stress and worry that had been building the past few hours or she'd never truly recover.

"How…" Himiko took a breath and transitioned back to Japanese "How did they know where you lived?"

Inko chuckled and shook her head. "Your friend, Kumo-Chan, "lost" her phone in your bag, so they followed the tracker built into it here." She smiled, "You have some great friends, Himiko."

Himiko hiccuped. "Friends…"

Inko kissed the top of her head. "It's gonna be okay."

Himiko nodded, wanting to believe her, but finding doubt gnawing at the back of her mind. She decided to try and focus on something else, then noticed the lack of another green-haired woman.

"W-Where is Izumi?" She asked.

Inko hummed, and maybe it was just Himiko's imagination, but she looked… irritated. "Honestly, I'm not exactly sure. She got a call and said she had to go, but that she'll be back. So it's just me and you right now."

Himiko frowned at her mother and couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay? You look upset."

Inko jumped at her daughter's observation and chuckled nervously. "Oh, no I'm fine!" when Himiko didn't respond Inko sighed and shrugged "Izumi and I had a… Disagreement, nothing important or for you to worry about just two worry warts negatively bouncing off each other. I'll talk to her when she gets back to clear the air." She reassured Himiko with a smile.

Himiko frowned up at her mom before nodding "Big sis worries a lot but she cares."

Inko ruffled Himiko's hair, "That she does," she quickly got up and stretched before heading towards the door. "Why don't you go wash your face a bit to wake up, maybe take a proper shower instead of a sponge bath, and then we can watch some movies together? I have a tub of ice cream calling our name~"

Himiko narrowed her eyes. "What flavor?"

Inko smiled. "Dutch Chocolate."

In an instant, Himiko was out of bed and running to the bathroom to speedrun a shower.

Inko chuckled and shook her head, walking out to the living room to pull out her movie collection, as well as prepare the pillows, blankets, and ice cream. She stopped herself though and also pulled out the leftovers from dinner as well. Himiko most definitely would be hungry and ice cream could only satisfy you for so long.

As she did this though, her melancholy came back and she sighed thinking about the other daughter that was away from home, probably risking her life again doing God knows what.

She closed her eyes, and like she did every night, prayed that Izumi would come home safe.

Izumi scouted out the dock from atop a nearby roof and resisted the urge to scowl.

Of course, the CIA would demand she handle a situation in Japan while she was abroad. She knew it was a possibility when she accepted the transfer, sorry, "Loan" to Japan, but it annoyed her that the government couldn't even wait before giving her something shady to do.

Heroes in the states like she had said to Jin are part of the US military. The US does have a Hero Public Safety Commission but they only deal with public relations and insurance for both civilians and property damage from villain fights, they don't really have a say in what the heroes do. The US' heroic chain of command is…bloated and convoluted, but the way it works is that while Izumi is in Texas she is under the banner of the US Heroic National Guard, a branch of the national guard dedicated to stopping villains and high-end crime that Police can't handle.

Once outside of Texas, but still, within the United States, she is under the direction of the FBI, mainly to make operations in other states simpler. Izumi didn't understand why heroes weren't just under the FBI by default but what did she know? She wasn't a politician.

Once she left the US though she was transferred to the jurisdiction of the CIA, and because of that, she would get some orders that would rub her the wrong way.

Like the orders she had just received shortly after getting Himiko cleaned up and put in bed.

Someone was smuggling guns into Japan from the US, specifically California. The CIA, and by proxy, the Government of the United States, wanted those weapons found and destroyed. Not because they wanted to help decrease crime in Japan, but because they didn't want Japan to blame the US for the influx of illegal weapons and the increased crime rate that naturally came with it. Something about risking trade relations or something.

Izumi hated politics.

So the CIA pinned down the ship and crew smuggling the guns, and sent their nearest asset, which was Izumi mind you, the coordinates, along with her orders.

Put simply, destroy any and all evidence that the guns came from the US.

Any and all evidence included witnesses.

Luckily, civilian presence was pretty much guaranteed to be zero, so she won't have to get innocent blood on her hands. She counted her lucky stars that she's never had to do that before, she can handle putting a bullet in a criminal's skull, but she knew she wouldn't be able to bring herself to shoot an innocent person who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Of course, the alternative was… well, kidnapping them and finding a way to keep them quiet, but that's just as bad as killing them, in Izumi's opinion. The experience could be traumatizing for the person, and trauma was a bitch to deal with.

Izumi knows that all too well.

She sighed as she continued to do reconnaissance, surveying the ship that was docked. What she was doing wasn't exactly legal. She can't get caught by any Japanese authorities, and if she was caught… Well, best not to think about what she'd have to do.

Izumi shook her head and did one last gear check, making sure her guns had silencers equipped. Due to the nature of this operation, she couldn't use her revolver, it was too loud. high-caliber weaponry in general was a no-go. She couldn't sit back and snipe either, she could miss someone or someone could just run away and escape, no, she had to get up on the ship and clear it efficiently and quietly.

So it looked like that training from her few operations with the Navy was going to pay off.

She used her grapple arm to repel down the opposite side of the building she was on and made her way to the water, using the cover of night to stay hidden. She tapped the side of her helmet and scanned the water for any odd heat signatures. She knew she wouldn't be able to spot any cold-blooded quirk users, but she doubted the goons in the ship were that obsessive with security. They probably had cameras attached to the bottom of the ship, and those could be dealt with easily. She was more worried about warm-bodied people with aquatic-related quirks swimming around, which thankfully there weren't.

Tapping her helmet again she sealed her suit, making it airtight, and pulled out a small underwater scooter, sighing as she walked slowly into the dark water, making sure not to make more sound than necessary.

She entered the water fully and dived, her breathing unhindered as her mask and suit supplied her with oxygen. She stayed close to the dock as she approached the ship. It may be dark, but one can never be too careful. Plus, she didn't know exactly what these guys were packing in terms of equipment.

Her approach went smoothly, as she was able to find a blind spot where she could grapple up to the ship on its starboard side, close to the stern.

The ship was basically a heavily modified yacht, and it was pretty big. She'll have to clear the whole thing, which may take a while. She'll have to be quick. Finding everyone on the yacht would be easier if she could find one of the guards now. She could tap into whatever form of communication they were using, and scan the ship for similar signals, using them to hunt down the rest of-

Oh… there was a guard right there by the railing, having a smoke break. Pretty fucking convenient, but she'd take it!

Keeping the sights of her pistol trained on his head she readied herself and opened fire, quietly taking the man out and rushing to catch him before he fell overboard. She took his earpiece off him and dragged him around a corner out of sight. She looked at the earpiece for a moment before her suit and eye wirelessly tapped into its radio frequency. She began surveying the ship, as the computer built into her helmet began counting out radios on that frequency with small number indicators on her HUD.

She didn't verbalize her surprise but she felt her eyes widen at the number, fifteen signals were counted out, sixteen if she counted the one in her hand, and that might not even include the buyers. She turned the earpiece off to prevent it from messing up her count and placed it back on the perp's ear, just in case by some stroke of luck the authorities or other heroes arrived and thought what she caused wasn't a run-of-the-mill gang turf war.

Most of the signals were located at the front of the ship on the more open deck, which was most likely where the meeting was taking place. However, Izumi decided to do a quick sweep of the ship anyways, just to make sure that there were no hostiles who weren't carrying earpieces or weren't on the same frequency. She would come to be thankful she did when she found a few men kinda just wandering around. She took care of them quickly and finished her sweep. Once done, she made her way back topside and moved towards the main deck.

She found an elevated spot that overlooked the whole deck, which was pretty big by the way, and made sure she was shrouded in darkness, making it near impossible for any of the men below to see her. All the men working with the gun runners were, well, using guns. In Izumi's head, it made sense. Even if any of them had quirks that would be lethal in combat, there's a higher chance the quirk and the damage it causes can be traced to the specific individual, but someone who fired a bullet, now that's harder to trace. Anyone could have shot a gun.

The buyers though didn't have any firearms to speak of, but they all seemed ready to move if need be, so they were most likely relying on quirks if the meeting went south. Though, there was one detail about the buyers that Izumi had a hard time ignoring.

The plague doctor masks. All of them had one on. If it wasn't the beak of a plague doctor mask, then it was a generic disposable mask instead. Either way, they all looked like they were trying to avoid catching a plague. Izumi figured it was a gang thing, like a uniform or something.

She watched as one of the buyers was inspecting a crate presented to them, which Izumi could see held all types of guns and munitions. He held an assault rifle in his hands and looked it up and down, checking the sights, making sure it was the real deal.

"Is it all to your liking?" One of the gun runners, who stood out because of the suit he wore, asked.

The buyer hummed. "Everything seems to be here, as you said." He put the rifle back down into the crate and allowed a few men to come back over and close it up again. "My boss will be pleased."

"As will mine," Suit guy said, "Assuming, of course, you brought what you promised, in exchange?"

Plague guy hummed and nodded. With a snap of his fingers, two of his men carried forth a crate of their own. Suit guy looked at one of his men and nodded for him to open it. The man walked forward with a crowbar and pried the top off of the crate. Izumi zoomed in with her helmet and saw that the contents were red darts of some sort.

"As promised." Plague Guy said. "Feedback on the effects will be much appreciated. These are just prototypes, but assuming this partnership of our sticks, you can expect a steady supply of the final product once it's manufactured."

Izumi furrowed her eyebrows. Prototype? Final product? This seemed like more than a simple meeting to buy weapons. Hell, the number of weapons these gun runners seemed to have on them was more than what was normal for their kind.

But that wasn't her problem. These guys were from the States, so the CIA can take care of them over there. She had her orders here.

Time to cause a bit of chaos.

She took aim at the representative of the buyer and squeezed the trigger of her rifle.

It didn't take long for all hell to break loose after that.

"Mom?" Himiko hesitantly asked.

"Yes, dear?" Inko petted the hair of her daughter, who was snuggled up next to her under the blankets. They had long ago finished their dinner and ice cream. Now they were just sitting in silence as they watched their little movie marathon.

"... Am I a freak?" Himiko's voice cracked.

Inko's eyes widened when she heard that question. It was one she's had to answer once before, for a different child. She looked down to immediately answer "no", but her words got caught in her throat when instead of blonde straight hair, she briefly saw curly green instead. She blinked and shook her head, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Himiko and her normal hair instead.

"Mom?" Himiko looked up at her when she didn't answer.

"N-No, of course, you're not a freak," Inko assured her after getting over her shock of the minor hallucination.

"But my quirk-" Himiko started, only for Inko to immediately interrupt that train of thought.

"Is a part of you, and believe me when I tell you, Himiko Midoriya, that every part of you is beautiful." Inko held her closer as she continued. "Anyone who can't see the beauty in you isn't worth the time of day."

"But… the blood…" Himiko's mind flashed back to earlier that day when she attacked her friends over her hunger.

Inko shook her head, "That doesn't matter. There are ways around your dietary needs. Himiko, you shouldn't feel ashamed of who you are, and what you need. If you need blood, we'll get you blood, it's no trouble. You're a part of our family, and no price is too high for family."

Himiko sniffed as she felt tears escape her eyes. They weren't tears of fear or shame, this time they were tears of joy and happiness. Feeling a bit of her normal demeanor return, she couldn't keep herself from laughing a little and responding to Inko with, "Fast and Furious."

Inko scoffed but still kept her smile as she laughed. "You are just like your sister. You're father too. In fact, if I didn't know already, I would mistake you for a biological Midoriya!" Inko then started tickling Himiko in the same places she would tickle Izumi when she was a small child and wasn't exactly surprised to see that Himiko too was ticklish. "You really are a part of our family!"

Himiko went into a giggling fit, and for the first time since the beginning of that day, felt like herself again. She felt loved and cared for, a feeling she has come to know well since becoming a Midoriya, and she will always treasure it. But as Inko ceased her assault, something she said had Himiko thinking.

'A real Midoriya…'

"... Hey, mom?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask for a favor?"

"Of course."

After making sure the goons were all dead and verifying that the guns were all accounted for, Izumi took out a plastic explosive that she brought and threw it into the gas tank of the ship. She calmly made her way off the ship before preparing to blow it to smithereens. Let the JDF or Heroes find anything in that.

Before she left though, she stopped. She made her way over to the crate of darts that were to be traded for the weapons and carefully took one of the darts. "What are you?" She asked no one as she placed it into one of her secured pouches. She'll need to have it analyzed, she'll scan it and send what she can to the CIA. This was their operation after all.

With that done, she abandoned the yacht and made her way through the empty docks. As she made her way through the docks, she barely caught movement out of the corner of her eye before she had to duck under a punch aimed for her head. She quickly grabbed the arm of her assailant, as well as his head as she slammed it against a shipping container next to them. Her opponent dazed, she swept his legs out from under him before quickly moving to place her foot on top of his chest, drawing her pistol and aiming for his head.

But she hesitated when she saw her attacker. It wasn't one of the goons from the ship that had survived, it was a man, a relatively prim and proper-looking man with well-groomed green hair and glasses, as well as a serious demeanor about him. She'd recognize this man even if her eye and HUD hadn't already scanned him, she'd known who this man was even before she became close friends with Toshinori.

Under the barrel of her gun was Sir Nighteye, and Izumi was very close to having a crisis of faith.

"Out for a midnight stroll? Nighteye?" Izumi snarked, she could work with snark, she needed to stall, to figure out a way out of this.

"It's eleven at night." Nighteye snarked back, Izumi would have squealed if the situation wasn't so dire.

"A little late to be strolling around the docks for no reason. Though, I suppose I'm one to talk." Izumi took a deep breath, she wasn't prepared to do this, but she had to. "I'm sorry, but my orders were clear. No witnesses."

Nighteye's eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do, and in desperation to not shake hands with the Grim Reaper, yelled out, "Wait! I didn't see you!"

Izumi blinked under her helmet. "... Huh?"

"I never saw you here." He explained slowly. "As I arrived, I saw a van speeding away, leaving behind a yacht full of dead men."

Izumi stared at him for a full minute, before reaching for the detonator on her belt, and pushing the button. A second later, a loud boom was heard, and Nighteye looked to where the Yacht was, only to see fire and smoke rising from its location.

He slowly turned his head back to Izumi. "... Make that a burning Yacht full of dead men."

"Why should I trust you?" Izumi didn't move her gun away from his head.

"I was only here for the buyers. I don't care that they're dead, I overheard their little talk before everyone started shooting, I have the info I came for." Nighteye told her. "I never saw you here."

"... You better not have, Mirai." Izumi took her foot off of him and backed up a few feet before lowering her weapon. She turned and ran off as sirens started to be heard in the distance.

Nighteye let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. He got to live another day.

As he stood and adjusted his suit and whipped the blood from his nose he paused…

How did she know his name?

Izumi pulled up to her mom's apartment on her motorcycle. She had changed out of her hero costume in an abandoned building, as well as confirmed with a CIA agent that the mission was done, before making her way home, so as not to be recognized or associated with anything that happened at the docks. She sighed as she took off her helmet, she was tired. Mentally tired. The operation wasn't enough to tire out her body, as she hardly did anything strenuous, but being the cause of all that death takes its toll. She's killed before, she's used to it, but that doesn't mean she completely enjoys having to do it.

She reached into her pocket and felt the vial that contained the red dart she took. She needs to remember to send whatever data she can get from it to the CIA. Crates of these things were about to be smuggled into the US if Izumi didn't crash the deal, so she figured they'd like to know what the darts were.

But that's for later. Right now she wants to relax a little. Besides, she has a sister to take care of.

She made her way to the door of Inko's apartment and used the spare keys to open the door. She can hear the TV on deeper within, and after closing the door and locking it, she quietly made her way over to the living room. She found her mom and sister passed out and snuggled up together under a pile of blankets as a movie was playing on the screen. She couldn't help but smile at the sight before her.

Though, that smile became a look of slight shock and confusion when she noticed something. Specifically a detail about Himiko. She quietly approached and inspected her. She thought it was a trick of the light at first, but pulling out her phone and using the light from it instead, she got a clearer look.

Himiko's hair was now green.

Izumi stared wide-eyed at the change in her sister's appearance until movement from the side caught her attention. She looked over and saw Inko stirring, her eyes slowly opening. When she saw Izumi kneeling in front of the couch, her eyes snapped open in panic, thinking there was an intruder, but she relaxed and let out a breath of relief when she realized it was just her eldest daughter.

"Izumi, you scared me." She put a hand over her chest.

"Sorry, Ma." Izumi apologized as she stood up. "I just got back." She looked back at Himiko. "So uh… what happened to her?"

"Oh!" Inko looked at her youngest child. "She asked to have it dyed green. Said she wanted to feel closer to us in appearance."

"Well, it looks good on her." Izumi ran a hand through Himiko's hair, her sister's lips curving into a smile as she leaned into the touch.

Inko maneuvered her way out of the covers and stood up, approaching Izumi and looking her over. "How did it go? Was it really dangerous? Are you hurt?" She quickly asked.

Izumi felt a tinge of annoyance, if only because of their… disagreement earlier before she left. "I'm fine. If I was hurt then I would have gone to a hospital." Which was a lie. Going to a hospital meant she'd have to explain why she was hurt, which she couldn't afford since she wasn't supposed to be at the docks, to begin with.

"I'm sorry, I was just worried," Inko explained.

"I know." Izumi sighed as she looked around. "Anyways, thanks for watching over Himiko. I'll get her stuff and wake her, then we'll get out of your hair." She started searching around. "Where did you put her dirty clothes and school bag?"

Inko didn't immediately answer. She looked conflicted, debating on whether or not to touch on the subject that led to the tense atmosphere between mother and daughter. In the end, she decided to be direct. "Izumi, we need to talk."

Izumi resisted the urge to negatively react in any way. Not a scowl, not even a sigh of annoyance. Instead, she took a deep breath and faced Inko. "Look, mom, I'm tired, and I have a big class tomorrow. I just want to go home with my sister and sleep."

"I-I know you do, but we need to talk about this." Inko insisted.

"What's there to talk about?" Izumi snapped back, though she stayed quiet so as to not wake up Himiko. "You're just gonna say the same thing you said earlier."

"Izumi, you said you were going to burn the school down!" Inko reminded her of her words.

"Metaphorically!" Izumi clarified. "... And maybe literally."

"Izumi!"

"They hurt her, mom!" Izumi's voice strained as she struggled to keep her volume low. "They hurt Himiko. My sister, your daughter! What? Are you going to wait for them to make her feel like she's the scum of the earth? That she shouldn't exist? You have allowed it with me, but I won't let the same thing happen to her!"

"You think I wanted to wait?!" Inko could already feel the tears forming in her eyes. "You think I wanted to let that happen to you?! Every day I saw you come home with ruined clothes and a torn-up bag, every time I saw a new bruise, I felt nothing but anger, and wanted nothing more than to use my quirk to rip out that damned principal's eyeballs for allowing it to happen right in front of him! But I couldn't," She walked up to Izumi, ignoring the fact that her daughter stood a head taller than her and was built better than even Mitsuki was when she was younger. "You know how this country is about quirklessness, you've experienced it first hand! But do you know how hard it is for us as Parents?"

She glared at Izumi, challenging her to interrupt her. When Izumi didn't, she continued. "I am not blaming you for being born the way you were, I never will but you don't understand! You don't understand the hardship that Hisashi and I had to go through every day to try and make sure you were safe in this awful world! Hisashi wanted to sue that school so many times, but his lawyers would always tell him that he'd never have a case! That quirk discrimination didn't apply to the quirkless! I had to document everything just to sue Aldera the first time!"

Izumi didn't say anything, she just stared at her mother. Inko continued. "I had to document every bruise, every piece of damaged property, every single conversation with your teachers and principal, I had to record everything, and even then when it became too much and they…" she spat the word like it was something awful on her tongue "went too far and we had to send you to the US, I still recorded everything. Katsuki took it upon himself to record conversations with his phone and send them to me, he'd take photos or videos of kids being abused by staff and students alike, and even with all that evidence I barely won my case against them."

She grabbed Izumi's hands, not flinching at the cold touch of her prosthetic "I only ever wanted you to be safe, to be happy. I may disagree with your choice of carrier," she smiled up at Izumi to let her know that she was partially joking "But I have always supported your goal to be a hero after that day, I failed to support you when you were four, I promised myself that I would always try and support you no matter what after that." She took a shuddering breath "But Himiko is a different case than you, and even if it's unfair we should at least be thankful that she is. Quirk discrimination is easier to prove after all than quirkless discrimination, so if this was planned out by the school and not a case of bullying we can find out and use that to make a noose for them to hang themselves with." She scowled before smiling again "I may not like you getting hurt, especially this bad…" She lifted Izumi's prosthetic and frowned, "and we may disagree at times, but I am your mother. It's my job to disagree with you when I think you're being reckless."

Izumi didn't respond, instead, she wrapped her arms around her mother and let out a shuddering "I'm sorry."

Inko's eyes widened at the sudden shift in attitude but hugged Izumi back. "W-What are you sorry for?"

"For talking to you like that," Izumi answered. "I-I shouldn't have said what I did. I know you and dad tried your hardest back then, I knew that and still know that. It's just… I couldn't take seeing Himiko in the same position. Something inside me just… boiled. I just don't want her to go through what I did."

"Oh, Izumi. You're such a good big sister." Inko smiled into her daughter's shoulder. "It's alright. You're stressed. Don't worry, we won't let what happened to you happen to her. I promise you. She has friends who care about her at Aldera, she's not alone. And we'll figure out what happened and act accordingly. Okay?"

Izumi took in a shaky breath, feeling a single tear run down her face. "Okay… okay…"

A groan and shuffling coming from the couch had the women turning their gaze onto the stirring form of Himiko as she began to wake up. She yawned as she stretched one arm and rubbed her eyes with the other. "Waz happenin'?"

Izumi wiped her face to clear it of the tear, then put on a smile for her sister. She approached and kneeled in front of her, "Hey you little Gremlin."

Himiko stared at Izumi with tired eyes, before she gasped and lunged at her, wrapping her arms around her. "Big sis, you're back!"

The angle in which Himiko threw herself at Izumi had the two falling away from the couch and onto the ground. Izumi, though, just laughed as she held her sister close. "Yeah, I'm back!" She sat up with Himiko in her lap and ran her hand through her hair. "Call me biased, but I like your new look."

Himiko blushed slightly as she buried her face into Izumi's chest. "I… I wanted to look like you. I wanted to look like I'm your sister." She admitted.

Izumi hummed as she continued to stroke Himiko's hair. "Well, just know that your hair could be rainbow colored, and you'd still be my little sister."

Inko chuckled and shook her head "Alright you two, Himiko you need to get up and get some actual sleep, Izumi too but I need to make sure she actually eats beforehand."

Izumi and Himiko looked at each other, seeming to read each other's minds. They nodded as they agreed on something.

They both turned to Inko and gave her their best puppy-dog eyes. A lesser mortal would have immediately given in to such a combined attack on their sympathy. Inko however just laughed it off. "Oh no, don't try that look on me. Who do you think invented it? There's a reason your father can't resist it. Up you get, Himiko. I already called the school when you started your first nap, you're excused from classes for two days until they can figure out what happened, so you'll have plenty of free time to bug Izumi tomorrow."

Himiko let out a little cheer as she hugged Izumi one last time before moving towards Inko and hugging her as well, she then moved towards her room to finally get some sleep, which Inko was grateful for.

"I know you are busy tomorrow with work, but if you could find something for her to do to keep her mind off things? That would help her mental state. She's hiding it right now, but she's still hurting." Inko told Izumi as she got out some leftover Miso Soup, rice, and fried pork.

Izumi nodded, flexing her prosthetic fingers out of habit before she glanced at it and a grin formed on her face. "I think I might have an idea, Ma."

"First off, sorry for sending my report late. I wasn't in a secure enough location to do so." Izumi said in English to seemingly nobody. She was currently in the privacy of her room at UA. Contrary to what some may believe, Nezu did not in fact have the teachers' dorms bugged with tiny cameras and microphones; she even checked twice. So she didn't have to worry about him eavesdropping on her report or thinking she had done anything sketchy last night, though she doubted he'd care. As far as anyone on campus knew, she was at her mother's house the whole time last night.

Her helmet was currently placed on her desk as she used it to record her report. She really needed a laptop...

Her tone was all professional as she continued. "Anyway, all threats were eliminated, and all evidence was destroyed. I even blew up the boat for good measure and framed it to look like a drug deal gone wrong. You were right, these guys were armed to the teeth, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I'll send recorded footage of the operation along with the report for you to look over. Be advised, that I took a blow to the back of the head near the end of the operation, so the recording towards the end got corrupted a bit. I'll try and recover what I can, but if I can't, I'll include what happened in the written report." She lied. She had purposefully corrupted the footage where she ran into Nighteye on her way out.

"Other than that, I came across something interesting." She reached over and picked up the red dart she took. "It seemed that the buyers were going to trade crates full of these red darts in exchange for weapons. What the darts do, I'm not sure, they don't seem to be filled with Trigger. I ran a scan and will send the data with this report. I figured you'd like to know about what drug or whatever this is that almost made its way into the US."

A knock on her door caused Izumi to pause before she looked back at her helmet. "That's all I have to report. The data and written report should be in your hands later today, Flintlock out." With that she pressed a button on the side of her helmet and turned the recording off, it would automatically send to her handler over at the CIA and hopefully, she wouldn't have to deal with them for a few days. She put the dart away as well, not wanting to leave it just lying around.

Standing and stretching she made her way to the door, opening it she saw Jin with his apron on and a frown on his face. Well, she assumed it was a frown, judging by the way his mask was shaped.

She found it adorably hilarious that he now wears his costume's mask everywhere, even when the rest of his outfit is casual.

"You were doing something sketchy, weren't you? What drug was it this time?"

Izumi playfully scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Just because I'm locked in my room doesn't mean I'm doing drugs, Jin. Maybe I was watching porn, did you think of that?"

"That's what they all say, but I've watched Spider-Man: Homecoming! I caught you popping pills! I know what you did!"

Izumi chuckled at the old argument. "That was some extra strength Ibuprofen. You know, for this?" She waggled her stump at him and he just shrugged. "I don't even take that stuff anymore. Haven't had to in a while."

"Excuses! I believe you!"

Izumi sighed, exacerbated. "If you must know I was talking to Me…" She was cut off when Himiko dashed up to Jin with a frantic look on her face.

"Breakfast is burning!"

"Oh… Shit! My spinach puffs!" Jin dashed out of the room immediately much to Izumi's relief. She gave Himiko a small fist bump. "Thanks, sis. Jin's a little too much this early in the morning."

"What else is new?" Himiko smirked.

Izumi gave an ominous laugh. "Well… I have a surprise for you."

Himiko narrowed her eyes at Izumi and took a step back. "Am I going to like this surprise, or are you going to like this surprise?"

"Oh, relax. You're gonna love this. Come in." Izumi led Himiko into her room. She walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer, eventually pulling a familiar object out.

Himiko's eyes widened at both the object and the state it was in. "Is that your Mark 1 arm?"

"Yep!" Izumi chirped. "As you can see… it's in rough shape."

"What happened to it?!" Himiko looked it over.

"... Villain attack." Izumi lied, like a liar. "Anyways, point being, why don't you and I go over to the support studio later, and let's see if you can't fix it."

Himiko gasped and looked up at her sister with wide eyes. "W-Wait! A-Are you serious? You're going to let me mess with one of your prosthetics?!"

Izumi shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, it's not like if you damage it further somehow it would matter. It's already in no condition to be used. Besides, I think you could probably get it in working order again anyway."

Himiko said nothing as she stared at Izumi in disbelief. She's asked so many times in the past to mess with Izumi's old arm after she got her Mark 2, but Izumi always said no, that she needs her Mark 1 as a backup just in case. Now… Now she was finally getting to do one of the things she had wanted to do for so long.

She tackled Izumi in a hug, almost knocking her sister over, but Izumi kept her balance. She laughed as she hugged Himiko back. When Himiko pulled back from the hug, she immediately went to grab the arm, only for Izumi to pull it away, out of her reach.

"Not so fast. We'll go to the Support Studio later after you've eaten and washed up." Izumi nodded towards the door. "Get a move on, you little Gremlin, before Jin comes back up and scolds both of us."

Himiko pouted at Izumi for teasing her like that, but not a moment later was already sprinting downstairs so that she could eat.

"And don't scarf down your food!" Izumi yelled after her. "You choke even once because you were in a rush, and we won't be going to the Support Studio!"

"I'll take that as a suggestion!" She heard Himiko shout back.

Izumi sighed and shook her head fondly. "Little Gremlin." Just as she was about to head down to breakfast, she got a call on her phone. Humming in surprise, she pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the ID. "Uncle Toshi?"

Accepting the call, she walked back into the room and shut the door. "Hey, Uncle Toshi. You're calling early."

"Apologies if I woke you, Young Midoriya." She heard Toshinori over the phone. Izumi frowned at his tired voice. "I was just wondering…" He paused as he yawned, "I was curious if Young Himiko was okay? You left in quite the hurry? Was she harmed?"

"No, not physically, at least," Izumi informed him. "Someone locked her in a closet, and her cravings got out of control. It's… not okay, but the situation is under control."

"That's good to hear."

"Uncle Toshi, are you okay?" Izumi furrowed her eyebrows. "You sound tired."

"Apologies, I guess you could say I pushed myself a bit too much yesterday after the school day was over." He admitted.

Izumi sighed. "You know you're not supposed to be pushing yourself like that."

"I know, but I can't help it. I… I felt terrible for the panic the reporters caused yesterday." Toshinori told her. "They were still outside the school. So, in an effort to get them away, I decided to, I suppose you could say, go on a crusade across the city."

"You did not just say 'go on a crusade'." Izumi laughed.

"The crusade knows no bounds Young Midoriya!" Izumi could hear that he was buffed up to say that.

"Uncle Toshi! Get out of your Muscle Form this instant!" She scolded.

One poof sound effect over the line later, and she heard him say, "Yes Ma'am. Sorry."

Izumi sighed, "Okay, you sound tired, so how about you stay in today?"

"But Young Midoriya-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. The heroics classes today will be long anyways, you won't have enough time even if you didn't 'go on a crusade' yesterday."

She could hear Toshinori humming in thought. "I suppose you do make a good point." A sigh of defeat was heard. "Very well, Young Midoriya. I shall inform Nezu, Aizawa, and Thirteen. I'm sorry."

Izumi shook her head, not that Toshinori could see her. "Hey, don't be. It's not your fault you have that injury. You just rest up, we'll handle rescue training, okay?"

"Very well. Good luck today, Young Midoriya."

"Thanks, Uncle Toshi. See you later. Bye!" Izumi cheerily said, before hanging up.

"IZUMI!" Jin was heard yelling. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE YOUR FOOD GETS COLD! STOP WATCHING PORN!"

"EEEWWW! BIG SIS! THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Himiko yelled as well.

"I was joking, Jin! And Himiko, how do you know what porn is young lady?!" Izumi yelled back.

"... I plead the 5th?!" She responded.

Yep, just a normal morning for the Midoriyas.

Loud knocking could be heard coming from the door. In the dark room, the figure buried under comfy covers and pillows groaned as they turned over on their side.

"Go awaaay!" Pony groaned out.

"Tsunotori," Momo called out through the door in English. "I'm terribly sorry, but everyone has to get up early today."

Pony cracked her eyes open and looked at the clock in her room. It was too early! "Too early!"

"Tsunotori, Aizawa-Sensei is here, and he requested all of us to be downstairs in the common room for an important announcement. Please wake up." Momo pleaded.

Pony whined, but forced herself to get up nonetheless. She made sure her pajamas were at least on correctly before trudging her way to her door. When she opened it, tired eyes met those of Momo, who stepped back in surprise.

"Oh my, you seem really tired." She observed.

"Not a morning person." Pony yawned. Her hair was also a mess, compared to Momo's whose loose hair was neat and tidy.

"I'm sorry, I would have let you sleep a bit longer if we had time, but Aizawa-Sensei came by unexpectedly." Momo gave her friend an apologetic smile.

"Yeah yeah, lez go…" Pony stumbled forward, but kept her balance as she followed Momo downstairs.

Once she managed to make it down the stairs without falling, she trudged over to the rest of her classmates, who were all gathered near the front doors. She immediately walked up to Ochako and leaned on her. "Ochakooo, hold meee."

Ochako just giggled. "Come on, Pony. Try to wake up." She shook her friend a little to try and help.

In front of his class, Aizawa scanned over all of them. "Yaoyorozu, is this everyone?"

"Iida, did you get all of the boys?" She asked her Vice Representative.

Tenya straightened up and nodded. "All men of Class 1-A accounted for and assembled!"

Aizawa hummed. "Good. So you're all probably wondering why I'm here, and so early at that."

There was a series of confirmations amongst the class.

Denki yawned. "Yeah, it's like, super early. My alarm doesn't go off for another two hours."

"Well, maybe this will wake you up." Aizawa pulled a button out of his pocket and pressed it. The next thing the class knew, 20 UA Staff Robots entered the dorms, each one carrying familiar numbered cases.

"Are those our costume cases?" Kyouka asked.

"They are," Aizawa reveals, and as he predicted, most of the class started to wake up a bit more. "This year, upon Flintlock's suggestion, and Nezu's approval, we've decided to allow you, students, to be responsible for your own costumes. This will include responsibilities such as keeping them secured when not in use, bringing them to the school for heroics class, and personally taking them to the support department here on campus should you need repairs or modifications. They've already been repaired and such since your last heroics class, but this is the last time the school does it for you. We won't be holding your hands on this. From this point on, it's up to you to maintain your costume's upkeep."

"Wait, we get to keep our costumes? Here at the dorms?" Hanta asked.

"That's the idea. We expect all of you to treat them with care and maturity. They may be called costumes, but that doesn't mean you can go and have dress-up parties in them, or wear them when not authorized. These are uniforms, professional uniforms that the public will see you in and will come to be associated with peacekeepers. It will give them a sense of hope and safety one day. Treat them as such." He leveled a serious look at them, omitting the use of his quirk for intimidation this time. "Am I clear?"

"Yes sir!" The entire class responded.

"Hm, good. Oh, and one more thing. Two more, actually. Firstly, the minor changes that you requested with Flintlock and Twice have been made, and you should now find them implemented when you open the cases. More major changes are still in development, but should be getting to you soon." He explained.

A chorus of excitement went through the class at the news.

"Secondly, no homeroom today. Consider this to be your 'briefing' of today's events, so listen up." As the class quieted down and gave their full attention, Aizawa nodded in approval and continued. "Today you will all be going to a site further within the campus for a special lesson that will take up half of a normal school day. As such, your other classes have been canceled. We expect you to be at the bus depot at the start of what would normally be your first class after homeroom. Don't be late."

"But sir!" Tenya raised his hand. "What sort of lesson would require all of our other classes to be canceled like this?!"

Aizawa stared at him with tired eyes for a while, before responding. "... Rescue training."

With that Aizawa turned on his heel and stalked out of the dorm, the army of robots marching behind him after unloading their cargo.

Everyone was silent as they processed what their homeroom teacher said before a scream shook them all out of their daze.

Looking over to the source, they saw Ochako shaking Pony violently as she screamed in excitement. "RESCUE TRAINING! IT'S HAPPENING!"

"My brain is turning to mush! It's too early for this shit! Please stop!" Pony begged.

Well, at least now Pony was wide awake, Momo supposed. "Uraraka calm down, why don't we get breakfast settled, and then everyone can open their costumes in their rooms? After we've eaten?"

Tenya nodded in agreement. "A sound plan. So who is cooking?"

Everyone in the room responded at once. "NOT BAKUGOU!"

"The fuck?" Katsuki gave them all an incredulous look. "What the hell is wrong with my cooking?!"

"It's too damn spicy!" Kyouka hissed, her tongue still crying out in pain because of dinner the previous night.

"It's very manly, bro, don't get us wrong. But it's too manly for my taste buds…" Ejirou sheepishly shrugged as Katsuki glared at him.

Before Katsuki could explode though, a knock on their door once more interrupted the budding argument that was about to ensue.

Momo looked at Tenya. "Maybe Aizawa forgot something?" She suggested.

Tenya shrugged and went to open the door, only for it to be kicked open and for Twice to waltz in, wearing an apron and carrying a massive amount of cooking supplies.

"I am here, to cook for you! Can you smell what the Twice is cooking?!"

"H… how did you even know we were about to make breakfast?" Denki questioned with a frown.

"I am a chef! A connoisseur! A purveyor of all things food! I bugged your kitchen." He… explained? "Today is an important day, so I came by to make sure you had a proper meal! I definitely won't poison your food!" He grinned, or at least they thought he grinned, they couldn't tell through the mask.

Tenya started chopping at speeds no one in Class 1-A ever thought possible. "You did what to our kitchen!?"

"Calm down engine-boy. Nezu totes said I could!" He moved towards the kitchen and looked inside their fridge. "Gross! Only Japanese stuff in here."

"What's wrong with being Japanese? Kero?" Tsuyu asked, not even offended, just mildly curious.

"No variety. You must expand your pallets!" Twice passionately claimed.

Tenya frowned "But most of our native food is perfectly balanced to give us our –" he was cut off and ignored though

"It's not enough for the MASSIVE FUCKING GAINS your gonna get today!" Twice pulled out some pancake batter. "Pancakes! Eggs! Bacon! Sausage! Hash Browns! MILK! The full hotblooded American diet!" Clones started appearing, six in total, the Original Twice, the one wearing the "Kiss me, bitch! I'm the Chef!" apron, started handing them their own colored aprons, three blue and three red.

He then started yelling at them in English, with a British accent. "Alright, you Numpties! I want a nice clean cook-off! Blue team, you get the boys, red team you get the ladies! The first team to serve breakfast to their respective side wins Hell's Kitchen!"

All of the clones shouted out "YES CHEF!" and got to work

"Did Twice just turn this into some kind of competitive cooking show?" Ochako asked in muted horror and fascination, using context clues to figure out what was going on since she didn't understand a word Twice or his clones said.

Before Pony could respond, the whole class flinched as Twice slapped one of his clones across the face with a rolling pin. "This sausage is focking raw!"

Denki leaned over to Mina. "Hold on, if they're clones of Twice, shouldn't they all have the same cooking skills?"

Mina scratched at her head before shrugging. "I guess it's for the bit?"

"Ah, yes, of course. Makes sense." Denki nodded along.

Momo frowned at Twice and the clones currently destroying their kitchen in thought. "If he's here, where's Flintlock-Sensei?"

"Big sis is currently with little sis! They're committing arson without me, which is bullshit!" Twice explained.

Katsuki froze. "Hold the fuck up… there's a little sister now too?! What the hell?! What, did she get a second dad or something too while in the States?"

"... I mean… kinda? Maybe?" He paused in thought. "Does Uncle Toshi count?" He muttered under his breath barely loud enough for most to hear but Katsuki caught it.

"What the fuck?!"

While Jin was busy traumatizing Class 1-A, Izumi and Himiko were busy marching toward the support department. Today was a slow day for the support studio, according to Nezu, so hoisting Himiko off on them should be fine.

Izumi should have known Nezu was a dirty fucking liar though.

Right as the two sisters stepped foot in the support department hallway they felt a rumble coming from down the hall, followed by the sound of a loud explosion. Izumi frowned and put her hand on her hip, toward her sidearm of the day, a trusty Glock, before pushing Himiko behind her and quickly but carefully making her way towards the source of the explosion.

Izumi relaxed when she heard the voice of Power Loader, who sounded angry, but not in danger.

"You can't just cross wires like that just to 'see what it does!' You could have gotten hurt! And now you'll have to start over! AGAIN!" He was heard yelling.

"Eh, I wanted to redesign it anyway, make it a bit more compact!" An unknown female voice responded cheerily. Izumi didn't recognize it, but she figured it was one of Power Loader's students. "If anything, this is a good thing!"

"No, it isn't Mei! We've been over this!" Power Loader sounded done with today, which Izumi found very amusing considering that the day had literally just started. Hell, the sun hadn't even made it more than halfway over the horizon yet.

Deciding to throw the Support Lead a bone, she cheerily marched up to the door of 1-H before kicking it open. "Good morning Maijima! How are you today!?" She said far too happily for the Excavation Hero's tastes.

"It's too damn early for your shit Midoriya! Did you really have to give Tsunotori a minigun?! And not let me look at it?!" He growled. It was then that Izumi noticed the small pink-haired girl, roughly the same height but still taller than Himiko if she had to guess, being held up by the back of her black tank top by Power Loader. Said girl was currently staring at Izumi with barely contained awe with yellow eyes that seemed to have crosshairs in them.

"You have a minigun? On campus? Can I see it? Can I tear it apart? I'll rebuild it!" She started wiggling. "I can make it better! I promise!"

"Yes. Yes. Maybe, you'll have to ask Pony Tsunotori from Class 1-A. And no, you can't tear Sweet Business apart." Izumi answered all her questions in order. "Even if you could make improvements, I have a support tech that I trust for that."

"Please, do not encourage her!" Power Loader sighed. "I have a hard enough time trying to keep her from blowing up the studio, I don't need her getting her hands on one of your guns."

"'One of'?" The girl questioned. "You have more?! Show me!" She tried to run to Izumi, but her feet were just kicking the air as Power Loader held her off the ground and refused to let go.

Izumi laughed at Power Loader's suffering but decided to move things along. "Call me crazy, but she seems a bit young to be a student of yours. Heck, she seems too young to be in university, period."

"I'm fourteen!" The girl proudly stated, her smile never leaving her face. "... I think. What's the date again?"

Power Loader sighed. "Midoriya, this is Mei Hatsume, my apprentice, for about one year now." He revealed.

Izumi raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. "Huh, first I'm hearing about this."

"Well, you never come around to the studio."

Izumi shrugged. "Fair point. So how did this happen?" She gestured towards the two with a barely concealed smile.

"A year and a half ago, Nezu apparently found her at some kind of school event. You know how he is. Anyways, he told me about her, said she made… or tried to make a giant laser cannon out of duct tape, string, a rock, and some glue. Apparently, the damn thing almost fired too…" He shuddered "When he told me that, I barely believed him, but thought, 'hey you know what I don't have anything better to do, and helping an up-and-coming youngster is better than doing nothing on my slow days.'" He glared at Izumi. "Don't do what I did, Midoriya. If Nezu offers you an apprentice, run."

"Aww, Master you love me! You know you do! We make the best babies together!"

Izumi started choking on air as the words that came out of Mei's mouth registered with her brain. Her coughing turned to laughter as she tried to breathe. Meanwhile, Himiko just went wide-eyed and mouthed out the English words for "what the fuck?"

Power Loader almost chucked Mei across the room but he stood firm as he looked at the two sisters, panic apparent on his features even though his hair obscured his eyes. "Please ignore her, she doesn't realize how that sounds! She doesn't even know what any of that means! I've tried getting her to stop but she won't and it's horrifying!" He ran a hand down his face. "She calls her inventions 'babies'. The number of times I've had to explain that is… I don't even want to talk about it."

Meanwhile, Mei had somehow escaped Power Loader's grasp and immediately went back to her workbench, which was an absolute mess of metals, wires, and half-built equipment.

Izumi was eventually able to calm down, and wipe the tears out of her eye as she stood up straight again. "S-So… pfft… what? She's like a prodigy or something?"

Power Loader made a so-so motion. "Something like that. Her support items work amazingly when they're actually built to code and complete. It's just the development phase with her that's the problem. It tends to get-"

"What will this do!?" Mei asked as she did… something. The next thing the three other people in the room knew, there was an explosion as she went flying towards them. Izumi reacted quickly and grabbed her out of the air, turning as well to make sure the sudden stop of momentum wouldn't hurt Mei. She then held the young inventor up by the scruff of her shirt with her prosthetic.

"... explosive." Power Loader finished.

"I can see that." Izumi held Mei up a bit higher to get a good look at her. She was rather… developed, for her age. Huh. "Fourteen years old, and you're at UA giving Majima gray hair."

"Pretty sure she'll singe all my hair off with the number of explosions she causes." He said.

Mei's eyes wandered to Izumi's arm and widened as she gasped at the sight of it. Her crosshair pupils seemed to zoom in on Izumi's arm. "No way! A fully functioning cybernetic prosthetic?! I've never seen one in person before! These babies are supposed to make it feel like your arm was never gone, to begin with! Can you feel me when I do this?!" Mei rapped her knuckles against the arm, and Izumi chuckled.

"Yeah, I can feel it. Please don't do that." She put the eccentric girl down. Mei then immediately started looking over her arm, which Izumi allowed. "Also watch your phrasing, before you give Maijima a heart attack."

"Whoa, this was heavily modified from the ones sold to the public by Shieldline Inc! I didn't even know they did custom orders like this…" She trailed off as she continued to mutter which gave Izumi enough time to gently pull her arm back from the clutches of the second gremlin.

"Yeaaah… well the Shields… owed me a favor. Let's just say that I was in a bad spot and they offered to… give me a hand." With a shit-eating grin, she spun her prosthetic hand in place like a top, and Mei couldn't help but laugh at the pun, even if Maijima and Himiko groaned.

"Again with the bad puns!" Himiko spoke for the first time. She was still holding the busted-up Mark 1 arm. Mei's eyes briefly glanced over at her when she yelled, then she did a double take when she noticed the arm.

In the blink of an eye, Mei was right in front of Himiko, invading her personal space. "Is that another one?! Wait, why's it broken?"

"Villain attack." Izumi deadpanned.

"Wasn't that one destroyed by…" Maijima began but he stopped when he saw Izumi glaring at him, as she slowly began pulling out a paintball gun from…somewhere.

"Villain. Attack."

"It was a villain attack." Maijima nodded in agreement as Izumi slowly put the paintball gun back.

"Oh… do I get to mess with it?!" Mei slowly reached her hands out towards the broken arm.

Himiko immediately held it to her chest and turned away. "Hey, back off! Big sis said I could try to repair the arm! Hiss!" She hissed at Mei.

"Why'd you bring a cat into the support department?" Mei asked innocently, eyes still glued to the arm in Himiko's… arms.

"Uh, that's my little sister, Himiko."

"Your sister's a cat?"

"She's clearly a person, Miss Hatsume." Izumi deadpanned though Mei ignored her and just gestured at Himiko.

"But she hissed at me! My cat Coco hisses at me too when I tried to give him a jetpack! That must mean she's a cat!" Mei assessed, looking proud of herself.

Izumi opened her mouth, then paused to think about it before she shrugged. "It's hard to argue with her assessment."

"Izumi!" Himiko yelled incredulously.

"Hey, not my fault you decide to literally hiss at people. Plus, you even have eyes that kind of look like a cat's." Izumi pointed at said eyes with a smug grin.

Himiko gave her best impression of a grumpy cat face, before sighing. "Can I mess with the arm now? I've waited all morning for this!" She hopped up and down in excitement.

Izumi looked at the man in charge. "You got a place she can work, Majima?"

He gestured further into his personal workshop. "Right this way. Classes start soon, but I allow Mei to use my personal space so she doesn't disrupt the students. Your sister can share it, if she doesn't mind the explosions. She knows lab safety rules, right?"

"Don't worry, she's house trained." Izumi joked.

"Hey!"

"She knows what she's doing. Our Pa would teach her and let her mess around in his own space back home." Izumi explained.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it." Majima nodded as he motioned for Himiko to where Mei had just exploded. "Maybe she can get Mei to actually follow my safety procedures."

Izumi shrugged and followed Himiko. She didn't need to get ready for her class until around noon so she had time to supervise.

As she watched her sister tinker with the damaged arm, Izumi couldn't resist the urge to yawn. She stretched her arms as she shook her head. Her mission last night kept her up for a while, so she didn't get a good amount of sleep.

Oh well, she's gone days with less sleep before, she'd be fine.

Ochako skipped along with Pony by her side towards the bus depot. She was pumped up, even more than she was on the first day of classes. This is what she'd been waiting for. She had grown up admiring the rescue heroes that helped in her prefecture, she wanted to be like them, especially Heroes like Thirteen!

Pony wasn't as excited as her friend, but she enjoyed seeing Ochako happy, so she just skipped with her, enjoying the feel of her new bandolier as well as the feel of Sweet Business on her back. She had learned from Twice that Sweet Business had an internal magazine that held one hundred and fifty bullets, she had an extra on her hip just in case she needed it, obviously, but one hundred and fifty rounds were impractical to reload in the field, so why the bandolier?

Obviously, it was to look cool. She hadn't needed to redesign her whole costume, thankfully she just made the color of her suit a darker red rather than the peach color of the original, but it worked out and the bandolier matched perfectly! The brass of the fake bullets appealed to the red of her costume immensely. She hoped Flintlock thought she looked cool…

Momo and Kyouka walked sedately behind the two, both with minor, but important costume changes. Momo's cloak was now made out of flame and tear-resistant materials, as well as being slightly more lightweight than the old one. Along with that she had on what looked to be something similar to a "Scouter" from Dragon Ball, at least that's what Denki called it when he caught sight of it. It doubled as an earpiece and covered both of her ears, and then when it was in use a sort of holoscreen would appear in front of her eyes that would allow her to scan an object for its chemical composition for future use. It also served as a communicator, health monitor for anyone she looked at as well as an encyclopedia for general use.

It was fantastic! More than she could ever hope for! She had tried to ask what student made it for her, but Twice had shrugged and said that "it came from Big Sis', It was part of an old hero costume that she outgrew, and since She already has something in current her suit that can do something similar she thought Momo could make better use of it."

Kyouka's changes were simple as well, with her jacket being reinforced to offer some more protection against stabbing and bullets from all sides. Her boots still amplified the output from her jacks if she wanted them to but she now also had a pair of gloves with micro speakers built into the palms and knuckles for doing the same thing. She knew she'd probably get into a few fights as a hero, even if she probably wanted to focus on investigation and rescue. So being able to strike with sound amplified punches or palm strikes would be a huge boon. Plus, she knew that theoretically, she could cause mini-earthquakes if she pushed sound into the ground.

She wasn't sure when she would have the chance to try that, but she can imagine it would be badass!

Denki walked with his hands behind his head next to Sero, he was pleased as punch about the changes to his costume. His entire costume, from his jacket to his pants and boots were lined with electricity insulating materials to help disperse the electricity he generated into the ground and away from his brain, hopefully mitigating the amount of damage he did to others and himself when using his higher voltages. He also had gloves that had grid-like copper wiring around the outside of his hand, allowing him to use his hands as miniature tasers at lower voltages.

He couldn't push the voltage higher than that of your average taser, about fifty thousand volts, without short-circuiting the wiring, but it would be useful if he ever got ganked… The manual said he could probably shape the electricity he made in his hands, or maybe even shoot it out of his fingers like a Sith Lord! But he tried that when he was a kid and fried himself pretty bad… so maybe he'd wait a bit before testing that out, and just stick to the taser function for now. The neat part about the gloves was that they held a charge independent of his quirk, and they acted as a taser when activated without him having to actively regulate his output. It was there to make sure he didn't kill someone accidentally, which was something he was grateful for.

The biggest costume change though was Toru, especially since she didn't receive a true costume to begin with. The costume itself wasn't much to behold. It was a thin-looking silver jumpsuit, with a belt, gloves, and shoes. But according to the manual she received with it, the material was tear resistant, stab resistant, and could protect her against minor blows. Apparently, the support company that had made it for her, "Green Valley", couldn't figure out how to make her DNA smoothly work with DNA-coded material, so they decided to condense a cloaking device inside her utility belt instead, which would react with the material in her gloves, suit and shoes to turn them invisible to pretty much anything looking at her in a visible spectrum.

When Momo heard the name of the company that had made Toru's suit she nearly had a panic attack.

"I didn't know that Green Valley was one of UA's support partners!" She exclaimed when she found out on their way to the bus depot, much to the confusion of everyone, bar Katsuki and Twice, who said he'd walk with the class since he was heading that way as well.

Katsuki frowned. "They aren't, they're primarily based in the United States, though they have offices here, they tend to refuse service to Hero Schools though, saying that they make high-end equipment for heroes, not students."

"But, then how come they made Hagakure's outfit?" Momo asked. "She's a student, and a first year at that."

Twice shrugged, "Big Sis bullied them."

Momo looked at him like he was insane, though Katsuki actually nodded. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense."

"Wait, I'm confused." Ochako tilted her head in confusion. "What's 'Green Valley'?"

"Green Valley is one of the largest support companies in the United States and Japan, with their only rivals being the Shieldline in the United States and Detnerat here in Japan…" Momo informed the class with wide eyes. "My parents have shares in their company and even they wouldn't be able to get support equipment like this, let alone a whole costume as advanced as Hagakure's on such short notice. What do you mean Flintlock bullied them!?"

"Well, Deku's dad is the fucking CEO of Green Valley," Katsuki said.

Silence, before everyone who didn't know, shouted, "WHAT?!"

"Hisashi Midoriya? Come on!" Katsuki shouted. "It's the same fucking thing as yesterday with Discount Sonic and Ingenium! You idiots seriously can't connect the damn dots?!"

"Yeah, Dad's super smart! We're loaded!" Twice chimed in, much to Katsuki's annoyance.

"Okay fucker. Me, you, and Deku will be having words later about this "Dad" and "Big Sis" shit." Katsuki poked Twice in his chest.

Twice held his hands up. "I come in peace! Ooo! Someone's salty!"

"Bakugou, that is one of our teachers!" Tebya yelled. "You will not threaten him like that! Keep your jealousy in check!"

"I ain't fucking jealous!" Katsuki defended himself looking away so no one could see his slight blush.

"Sure you're not," Kyouka smirked.

"Listen here Earplugs. I haven't seen Deku in almost eight years. I want to know what the hell's going on with all these new family members that I've never heard about, that's all."

"You know what, I'll admit, that's fair." Kyouka shrugged as she admired her new gloves.

Ochako raised her hand "Okay, well while that's interesting how much did Hagakure's costume cost?"

Twice scratched his cheek nervously. "Yes."

Ochako raised an eyebrow. "That.. really doesn't answer the question, Twice-Sensei…"

Twice shrugged in defeat. "Big sis said, and I quote, 'I don't fucking care how much it costs! My student isn't running around naked like a tweaker on a Sunday night!' end quote. She then threatened Pa when he tried to intervene and well, here we are." He gestured towards Toru hugging herself, and by proxy her costume, though they couldn't see it they could tell by her mannerisms and wails that she was crying.

"I SWEAR SENSEI! I'LL BE THE BEST DAMN HERO EVER!" Toru declared with a wail.

"Okay, but, can you give us an estimate or something?" Ochako asked. She was genuinely curious about how much the costume costs.

"Well, let's see… there's the material it's made of… the cloaking device… same day shipping was ordered at 11:58 p.m… that comes out to be a high, high amount of… free, don't worry about it."

"But-" Ochako began only to be cut off.

"It's free." He stood firm though. "Well, with how much money Green Valley has on its budget, it may as well be free."

"... Will you excuse me for one moment? Thanks." Ochako then fell backward as she fainted.

Luckily, Pony was there to catch her. "Ochako! No! Don't leave me! Nooooo!" She dramatically yelled as she held and started shaking her unconscious friend.

Momo sighed and prepared to make smelling salts when Twice pulled out some pepper and dumped it on Ochako's nose, causing her to wake up with a sneeze and a groan.

"Works every time. I'm surprised, Himiko tries to hit me when I do that…"

After Ochako woke up they managed to quickly make their way to the bus depot, Aizawa already waiting there with a stopwatch in hand.

"Five minutes to spare, not bad, not good either next time we do this, be here sooner." He glanced around, frowning. "All Might won't be here today, but where is Flintlock?" He glanced at Twice, "Twice, where is your sister."

Twice was about to be a smart ass and say "which one", but Aizawa's no-nonsense attitude kind of put him off and he scratched his cheek. "She, uh, took Himiko to the support department. She had a shitty day at school yesterday, so Izu wanted to cheer her up with something. I can go get her and meet you at the USJ if you'd like?" Anything to get away from this serious-looking monstrosity.

At Aizawa's nod of approval, Twice began his journey back to the school while Aizawa turned back to the students.

"Get on we're burning daylight." He turned to get on the bus himself, before pausing at the sight of one of his students. "... Tsunotori, why do you have the minigun?"

Pony smiled as she swung Sweet Business over her shoulder and hugged it to her chest. "Because cool!"

"You do know we'll be doing Rescue simulations, right? I briefed the whole class earlier this morning." Aizawa drawled on. Pony blushed a bit in embarrassment, as she didn't really think about how she probably wouldn't even use the gun at all, but Aizawa sighed and waved her off. "Whatever, just know you're now responsible for it. Don't leave it lying around, and if it gets in your way during the simulations, that will be your fault."

"Yes, Sensei." Pony nodded.

Aizawa let out a sigh before walking on the bus to the safety of his seat. After sitting down and the students were loaded on, he began briefing them. "Normally I wouldn't bother telling you where we'd be going, leave you all in suspense and reeling at the mystery to keep you on your toes, but I've been informed by my fellow teachers that that isn't very 'sporty'." He scowled "So this is your one freebie, we're going to be heading to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, for your rescue training." He raised his hands to stall any questions. "That's your only freebie, everything else will be explained once we get there."

Ochako was basically bouncing in her seat next to Pony at this point.

"I'm so excited!"

Tenya from the seat next to hers graced them with one of his rare smiles. "It's good to see you so dedicated to your work Uraraka!"

Pony nodded her head with a smile of her own. She punched her fist in the air "Am Pumped! Will break USJ!"

Aizawa called from the front seat. "You break it you buy it, Problem Child."

Pony got up to look over the seat at her teacher with a pout, "Why Call Child Problem? Name Pony! P O N Y!"

Aizawa sighed, "Anyone who brings a minigun to class, I have the right to call a problem child. Except for Flintlock, because she's a grown woman who has a license to own a minigun."

Pony pouted "It's an assault rifle…" she muttered in defense of her new baby.

"It has multiple individual barrels, it's a minigun, I looked it up, don't back talk me, Problem Child."He replied in English with a wave of his hand.

"Sir," Momo raised her hand. "What if we didn't bring a minigun to class, but we made one during class? Would I- er, I mean, that person, be a problem child?"

"Yes." He deadpanned with a glare over his seat.

Momo nodded, before reaching up to her Scouter and pressing a button on the side. "Note to self: do not make a minigun in class." She whispered to herself.

"What if we stole a minigun?" Denki raised his hand. "Just a hypothetical question, of course."

Pony hugged Sweet Business to herself protectively. "Stay away from my gun!" She snorted at him and a puff of smoke came from her nose.

"Then I'd expel you, and then ensure you'd never be able to enter any hero school in this or any other country, trust me Nezu would help." Aizawa's eyes glowed red with the threat this time, and Denki quickly hid behind his seat.

Minoru patted Pony on the head from where he sat behind her, next to Tsuyu. "Don't worry, he won't take your gun."

"I'll break his legs if he tries…" Pony growled. "Right for the knees, like Flintlock would."

Ochako tilted her head. "I have no idea what you said, but assume it's a threat."

Katsuki snorted. "She would too. Deku, I mean. She used to kick you in the shins if you pissed her off."

Tsuyu glanced his way with an inquisitive frown, finger on her chin, "You seem to know a lot about her, Kero. I get that you guys grew up around each other, but were you really that close?"

Normally, Katsuki would have told her, in not so many words to go fuck herself (because everyone remembered how that went last time), but he was in a good mood today. Breakfast wasn't bad, his hero costume slapped enough that he didn't need to replace anything, and he got to spend all day blowing shit up and saving extras. So instead of insulting her, he surprised the class by actually answering.

"Yeah, our moms are close, So she was always around helping, doing this and that probably before I was even born." He scoffed, "She was the only one I'd listen to when I was a kid, besides Aunty Inko that is." His smile softened, surprising everyone. Honestly, he was caught up in the memories, he didn't really care that he was around his classmates. "She came up with my hero costume when we were little, gave me all these kick-ass ideas, then…" He frowned and clenched his fists. "Then she left."

"Uhm… why?" Ejirou asked. "I guess she went to America since she's an American Hero. But was there a reason she left in the first place?"

"She's quirkless." He deadpanned and left it at that, it wasn't his story to tell and he'd already told these extras too damn much anyway, Deku wouldn't care, but it was the principal of the thing.

Before anyone else could ask another question the bus jerked to a stop and Aizawa stood up from his seat. "Enough talk, we're here."

Everyone quietly got off the bus, and as soon as they stepped off it their minds were taken off their mysterious American teacher's back story and onto the building in front of them.

"Oh, it's huge!" Ochako squealed in delight. "Wait… How much did this cos- hmph!" She was cut off by Pony covering her mouth with a hand.

"Ask no question you want no answer from." She said.

They quickly made their way into the USJ, spirits high and ready to face whatever Aizawa and the other hero teachers had cooked up. The moment they entered they were all awed by what was around them. Different environments stretched out from end to end, all centered around a plaza in the middle of the dome.

"Welcome, to the USJ!" A heavily filtered voice said from behind the students. They all turned to see a suited person walking up to them from the entrance.

"Holy crap! It's Thirteen!" Ochako squealed in delight.

From next to her, Pony shook her head as she crossed her arms. With a smile, she said, "Ochako, you're such a fangirl."

From nearby, both Minoru and Momo gave her deadpanned expressions, and responded in unison, "You're one to talk."

Thirteen walked over to Aizawa. "I know All Might isn't going to be here today." She whispered to him. "But where's Flintlock and Twice?"

Aizawa shrugged. "Flintlock apparently took her little sister to the support department to cheer her up or something. Twice went to look for her. They'll be here soon."

Thirteen nodded. "Well, we can start without them."

"Agreed," Aizawa turned to his class. "Alright listen up!" He called for their attention, which he got rather quickly. "Thirteen is the one who runs this place, so I'll let her explain the gist of what's going to happen."

"Thank you, Aizawa." Thirteen stepped forward. "As I've already said, what you see before you is the Unforeseen Simulation Joint or the USJ for short. I built this place myself! Er… Well, I designed it. The building process wasn't a solo act."

"Getting sidetracked." Aizawa quickly said.

"Right, sorry! Anyways, as I'm sure Aizawa has briefed you all already, you'll be having a special class where you'll be using the various disaster zones here at the USJ to simulate different types of rescue operations. Monsoons, floods, mass fires, mountains, landslides, city ruins! I've compacted as much as I could into this giant dome for the purpose of preparing you students to one day face these challenges yourselves in a real rescue situation."

Aizawa stepped forward. "This is a completely controlled environment, but we encourage you to take this training seriously."

Thirteen nodded in agreement. "Yes, you're going be responsible for the lives of people one day. This may be training, but this training may be what helps you save someone's life or even your own. This isn't a problem that you can simply punch, blast, or burn away, not like a rampaging villain. There are procedures that must be followed. I believe Flintlock gave a lecture about such procedures yesterday if I'm not mistaken?"

A chorus of confirmations came from the class, and Mina exclaimed, "Oh! So we're gonna apply what we learned yesterday here? Man, I should have paid more attention!" She scratched the back of her head.

Thirteen chuckled. "In the future, yes, pay more attention to the lectures. Don't worry though, this is a learning experience, so any questions you may have, you are welcome to ask. Now the first thing we'll do once we head down to the plaza will be to…"

As Thirteen continued their explanation, Momo heard a beep come from her Scouter. "Hm?"

She checked what it was, and it was an unknown signature popping up on the radar, over in the Mountain Zone. She looked over to the zone in confusion. "Uhm, excuse me?" She raised her hand.

"Yes, Yaoyorozu. A question?" Thirteen pointed at her.

"Er, yes, sort of. Is there anyone else here today? Besides us?" She asked.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Flintlock and Twice were supposed to be here, but they aren't here yet. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just that my scouter is picking up an unknown signature that just popped up in the Mountain Zone." She explained.

"There… shouldn't be anyone over there. It could be a possible malfunction maybe?" Thirteen theorized.

"Maybe. I-I don't know." Momo looked back over to the zone, worry etched on her face.

"You can have it sent to the support studio for a diagnostic check after class," Aizawa told her. "Now, as we were saying-"

"Sensei, another signature just popped up!" Momo interrupted.

Aizawa sighed. "Yaoyorozu, just take the thing off if it's distract-"

"Another, and another…" Momo informed everyone, who was now focused on her as she became more confused by the second. "Ten more… fifteen more… twenty just popped up in the Flood Zone. Thirty in the Monsoon Zone."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. It wasn't starting to seem like a malfunction.

"Uhm, Yaomomo," Kyouka looked at her in worry. "It might just be busted. Take it off."

"I don't think it's broken. Everything else on it is working fine." Momo checked the other functions of the Scouter to make sure. As she said, everything was working smoothly.

"Uhm, what's that in the plaza?" Denki pointed out.

"What?" Aizawa looked over to the center fountain and saw what could only be described as a small purple swirl of smoke floating in front of the fountain. "What is-"

Aizawa was cut off as a hand shot out of the smoke like it was some sort of portal, and proceeded to tear it open further. What emerged was the head of a man, his face covered by a severed hand. He chuckled at the sight of Class at the top of the steps. "Right on time…"

He threw his hand out to his side, and the portal became massive, completely obscuring the fountain from the class' view. The man fully stepped out of the portal, revealing that the rest of his body was covered in hands in various places. Following behind him came a lot more people, all of whom were dressed in costumes of their own. Emerging from the portal next to the hand-covered man, came a hulking figure that seemed larger than even All Might. Its black skin was covered in scars, and its head seemed to have some sort of extreme mutation... a bird beak with an exposed brain.

"Uhm… why do I get the feeling something is wrong?" Denki asked.

"For the first time, Dunce Face, I think you're right about something," Katsuki growled.

"Wait," Ejirou stepped forward to get a better look, "Is this not part of the class? Like, fake villains as obstacles, or something?"

"Get back!" Aizawa shot a hand out and pushed Ejirou back to the rest of the class. "Everyone, stay together! This isn't part of the lesson!"

"W-Wait, are you saying…" Momo's eyes widened, but Aizawa answered her unfinished question.

"Those are real villains." Aizawa clenched his teeth as he reached for his goggles.

As the villains down in the plaza finished exiting the portal, the dark mass of mist swirled and condensed into a more humanoid shape, with two yellow lights to serve as eyes.

"Hm… Eraserhead, Thirteen, the students… but no Flintlock or All Might." It spoke.

"Who gives a shit about Flintlock, whoever he is?!" The hand villain growled as he scratched at his neck. "Kurogiri, where is he? The final boss didn't even show up to his own encounter!"

"Your orders, Tomura Shigaraki?" The mist villain, Kurogiri, asked, seemingly ignoring the now named Shigaraki's question.

Shigaraki hummed. "Proceed as planned. Let's draw All Might's aggro by killing a few of the lesser adds."

"Understood."

Next to them, the hulking figure let out a small screech that didn't sound human at all, its beak twitching shut as Shigaraki waved in its general direction.

"Don't worry, Nomu." Shigaraki said. "You'll get your playtime soon." He scratched at his neck and though the students and teachers couldn't see it, they felt his sinister grin as he spoke his next few words.

"Today, All Might, this society's 'Symbol of Peace', the pillar that it all stands on, will crumble to dust."

The invasion of the USJ had begun.