A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back to The Crow's Atonement, because Chapter 11 is here. Also, this story has passed 1,000 favourties. Seriously, I can't thank all those who read this enough.

Disclaimer: Like everybody else on fanfiction, I own nothing.

"Standard" - Normal Speaking

'Italics' - Thoughts

"Bold" - Super Moves

The following day, when trying to make their way into U.A., Itachi and Momo found the entrance blocked by a crowd of reporters and journalists who were throwing dozens of questions a minute as Aizawa who stood in-front the gate, looking dead on his feet as he tried to coax them away.

Momo frowned slightly as they got closer to the hoard of civilians, "Reporters? Why would they-"

She jumped as a microphone was thrust aggressively at her face by a middle-aged man with light brown, leathery skin - not the sort which got tanned by repeated exposure to the sun, but the guy literally had leather skin. Itachi stared impassively at them, a separate microphone being thrust towards him, as they swarmed around him and his sister.

"You're U.A. students, right? What kind of lessons does All Might teach?"

"What do you think of All Might as a teacher?"

"What it like having All Might teach at the best hero academy in Japan?"

"He teaches Hero Studies and he's a decent teacher, but it's obvious that he's better a fighting villains and being the Symbol of Peace," Itachi answered, gently pushing the microphone away from his face as he and Momo pushed their way through the crowd until they made it to Aizawa who glanced at them for all of a second.

"Aizawa-sensei, what's-"

"Somebody leaked information about All Might teaching at U.A.," Aizawa murmured, "and given the man's star power and popularity, the media wants a piece of him and they won't go away, but they're going to have to, since they're going to be disrupting valuable lessons."

The twins nodded and walked past their Homeroom Teacher who continued to guard the entrance as the crowd continued to ask questions and demand for All Might's presence.

They quickly made their way to the Class 1-A room and found that not even Tenya was in - which was rather surprising, given how eager he'd been to arrive early on their first day.

Depositing their bags, they sat in the chairs they'd been allocated to by Aizawa.

Thirty minutes later, the rest of the class had arrived. With a stack of papers piled on his desk, the homeless-looking man explained how the crowd outside the school gates had tried to get in, but were blocked by a security barrier which meant nobody without an ID card - or special entry card - could enter; then began to talk about yesterday's lesson with All Might.

"I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation from yesterday's heroics lessons," Aizawa murmured, "Bakugo. You're talented, but keep acting like a petulant child and you'll never be able to harness your true potential. I'll let it slide this time, but attempted murder against your classmates is unacceptable. Do it again and I'll expel you on the same day."

A muscle in the blond's jaw tightened as he held back a retort.

"And as for you, Midoriya," the green-haired boy flinched, "you copied your trick from my first test and broke several of your fingers. It's better than your entire arm, but it's still not good enough. Get it under control, ASAP. Once you can do that, you'll be much more flexible when it comes to fighting."

"Hai, sensei!"

The man grumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly as he began to crawl into his sleeping bag, "Now, let's get down to homeroom business. We're going to be picking a Class President... and when I say we, I really mean you. I don't have the energy to deal with this."

He zipped up his sleeping bag and flopped to the floor.

The class promptly exploded into noise.

"I wanna do it! That's a position that'll suit me just fine." Mina yelled.

Yuga tilted his head and sparkled, "Non non, that's a position that would suit moi well."

Eijiro stood up and punched a fist into an open palm, "That's a manly position. I'll be the perfect man for the job!"

"My manifesto is that all girls in this class must expose at least 30cm of thigh." Minoru screamed and Itachi had to withhold the urge to leap across the classroom and dropkick the grape-haired pervert.

"Pick me, assholes!" Katsuki snapped, slamming his hands down on his table and his entry into the discussion didn't surprise Itachi in the slightest. The blond's ego wouldn't allow him to be ordered around by anybody and as Class President, he could abuse whatever powers that gave him to harass the lowly 'extras', especially Izuku and Momo.

Speaking of the green-haired boy, his hand was raised so low that he may as well have not raised his hand at all.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

All the yelling died instantly as everybody turned to Tenya who had his head dipped, allowing his hair to cast a shadow over his eyes.

"This is a task laden with massive responsibility and carry the weight of everyone else. This isn't a position for someone who wants it just because the title sounds cool," Tenya said firmly, "and it is an esteemed office that requires the trust of those you oversee. The most worthy leader is one who is elected by the will of the people. So we must have a vote!"

Ironically, his hand was raised the highest.

"Furthermore," Itachi started, "there must be checks and balances to the position. If the Class President is going to pass a policy, then they cannot do it unilaterally, for that is undemocratic. The policy must be discussed amongst the class and a passed with a majority vote of 11, but the policy can be vetoed, in which case the policy must then be passed with a supermajority vote of 15. Additionally, if the Class President abuses their power or is deemed unfit for the role, then the class should be able to impeach them and select a new President."

Everybody automatically looked over at Katsuki who snarled like an animal as killing intent rolled off of him in waves.

Once he'd been old enough to read a computer or go into the private library of the Yaoyorozu Manor, Itachi had read through dozens of articles and papers relating to world politics.

He'd been intrigued to find out about the democratic system that compassed the Western World, and the most dictatorship-like systems of many other countries such as North Korea.

Further research led him to the conclusion that Hi no Kuni was an absolute monarchy with all power resting in the hands of the Daimyo and Konohagakure - largely peaceful and benevolent as she may be compared to the other shinobi villages - was a military dictatorship whose budget largely went into the shinobi force.

Such a discovery was... unacceptable and highly upsetting.

"Agreed." Tenya, Izuku and Momo replied unanimously.

Tsuyu brought a finger to her mouth, "School only just started this week. We hardly know each other enough to make a decision like this, ribbit."

Eijiro rubbed his fist into his hand, "Besides, everyone will just vote for themselves."

"Then don't," Itachi interjected, fixing a critical stare upon the redhead, "voting for yourself invalidates the entire point of this exercise. And it simply makes you look foolish if you do so. Furthermore, thanks to my quirk, I know the handwriting of every person in this class. I will know if you voted for yourself."

Tenya started chopping the air, "And that's why the person with the most votes will be the best person for the job, no? Do you approve of this method, sensei!"

"Whatever, go ahead. Just don't take all day about it." Aizawa murmured, his head sticking out of his sleeping bag.

Ahead of the curve, Momo had created a ballot box and twenty small pieces of paper that she handed around to every person in the class, telling them to write down the name of whoever they deemed suitable to be Class President, prompting Katsuki to snap at her about telling him what to do.

It took less than five minutes for the ballots to be collected.

Momo walked over to Itachi and opened the ballot box, emptying the papers onto his desk. His Sharingan came to life and as he inspected the twenty pieces of paper, Itachi noted how Katsuki and Denki had voted for themselves.

He looked up at the explosive blond and gave him a pointed stare. The blond hothead just glared back and smirked as if daring him to say something.

Dismissing him as not worth the time and effort to chew out - he'd have better success disciplining a brick wall - Itachi glared over at Denki who shrunk in his seat, chuckling as he offered him a weakly apologetic grin and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment over being caught out.

"Well, what's the results," Ochaco inquired as Itachi deactivated his Sharingan, "who got how many votes?"

"Mo-... Yaoyorozu Momo got 5 votes, I got 4 votes and Midoriya-kun got three votes," Itachi started, glancing over at his sister who nodded, already accepting the position, "Todoroki-kun, Sato-kun and Kirishima-kun got two votes, while Bakugo-kun, predictably, voted for himself, as did Kaminari-kun."

Tenya let out a cry of anguish and faceplanted his desk, "Gah, nobody voted for me! I guess it should've been expected given my insistence."

Eijiro gritted his teeth and held a fist to his chest, "I didn't get the manly position, dammit."

Rikido just looked upon the trembling blue-haired haired teen in confusion, "You wanted that role so badly, Iida... but what are you doing?"

"Who the fuck voted for Deku," Katsuki roared, his face tight and eyes white with rage as he clenched his fists, ready to deck the next person who looked at him wrong, "and who the fuck voted for Ponytail? Who the fuck voted for Trench Face? And what the fuck do you mean 'predictably'?"

A loud sigh could be heard as Aizawa crawled out of his sleeping bag and cast his tired eyes over the classroom.

"It's decided then. The Class President will be Yaoyorozu Momo and the Class Vice-President will be Yaoyorozu Itachi. Any questions? No, good, we're done here."

The classroom exploded into noise once more.

"Like hell am I doing anything these two fucknuggets say." Katsuki growled, glaring at the Yaoyorozu twins with disgust and growing even more infuriated as they both ignored him.

"Aw man, Midoriya was so close. I bet he would've aced being Class President." Eijiro said, grinning as he looked at the green-haired boy who shivered violently in his seat.

"I nearly got picked, I nearly got picked, I nearly got picked..."

"And Yaoyorozu was really cool when she fought Bakugo with Midoriya during All Might's class." Mina chimed in.

Itachi narrowed his eyes as he looked over the classroom.

Seems like it'd be up to himself and his sister to keep Class 1-A in line. That wouldn't be too hard, except for when it came to Katsuki Bakugo who would no doubt be as stubborn as a horse.

"Looks like we'll be leading the class, Ita-kun." Momo uttered from besides him.

Itachi nodded, "So it seems. And anyone who tries to slack off on studying and training will be whipped into shape, no ifs or buts. Is that understood?"

"Hai!"

Lunch soon came and Itachi found himself seated with Momo, Kyoka, Tsuyu, Toru and Mina. He'd only been intending to sit with his sister, but before they knew it, all the girls in Class 1-A, except Ochaco who was sat with Izuku and Tenya, were sat with them.

From another table, Minoru was glaring at him, stewing with jealously as the girls conversed amongst themselves, and Denki had caught his eye, giving him a thumbs up as if to say 'nice going, dude'.

"I'm surprised you're okay with sitting with us, Yaoyorozu-chan." Tsuyu said, blunt as a rock as she stared at Itachi with her wide eyes and blank face.

Itachi swallowed his mouthful of his lunch - slightly put off by the fact that Lunch Rush had vomited up his food - and turned his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow as he wondered what she was getting at, "I apologize, Asui-san, am I bothering you?"

"Just call me Tsuyu," the frog-like girl replied, "And I thought you would've been more inclined to sit with the boys."

The sleeves of Toru's shirt shifted upwards, indicating that the invisible girl had lifted her arms into the air, "Don't bother him, Tsuyu. That just makes him one of us girls. You hear that, Yaoyorozu, you're an honorary girl now."

"I'm honoured." Itachi deadpanned, sparking a laugh from Mina and causing Momo to smile.

Kyoka narrowed her eyes at him as she took in his features, "I mean, if it wasn't for the facial trenches, Yaoyorozu could pull it off. He's got a near identical facial structure to Yaoyo- Yaomomo, and with that ponytail, he could easily be mistaken as a girl if observed from behind."

Momo tilted her head to one side, "Yaomomo?"

"Well... you know, you both share a surname," Kyoka started sheepishly, "and neither of us are close enough to you to address you by your first names, so we'll join your first names and surnames together. You'll be Yaomomo and your brother will be Yaotachi."

Momo clasped her hands together, "Yaomomo's nice. I love it."

Itachi nodded, "I approve."

A flash of orange in his peripheral vision caught his attention and Itachi looked over, he saw Itsuka sat with Setsuna - who caught him looking and winked - Tetsutetsu, and a green-haired girl who had a serene atmosphere about her. Itsuka looked over when Setsuna alerted her, waving at Itachi when she turned and saw him looking in her direction.

Itachi nodded and raised a hand in greeting.

Kyoka, Tsuyu, Toru and Mina turned to look. When they saw Itsuka waving, they all turned back to him, seemingly curious. However, it was impossible to figure out what Tsuyu was thinking - her poker face was almost as good as his - and Toru was invisible - Itachi couldn't read her if he tried.

"Soooo... who was that orange-haired girl? She's pretty cute." Toru said, wiggling about in her seat as Mina grinned at him.

"Kendo Itsuka; she's in Class 1-B. Itsuka-san was my first friend and we met over ten years ago." Itachi explained.

Mina smirked, "First-name basis, huh? Anything you're not telling us, Yaoyorozu?"

"There's nothing else to tell. We're simply close friends." Itachi stated.

Even Kyoka wore a small smirk, "Now now, Yaotachi, don't be shy. We're your fellow girls, you can tell us anything."

Itachi shot her a flat stare and got a bigger smirk in return.

"It's clear that Yaoyorozu-chan doesn't want us to pry about the nature of his relationship with Kendo," Tsuyu interjected, and Itachi was about to thank her when it struck him that the frog-like girl was also teasing him, though on a lesser scale, by using 'relationship' over 'friendship'.

Momo hummed, "Let's move on. Siblings, do any of you have them?"

Kyoka shook her head.

Toru clapped her hands together, "Nope, I'm an only kid! I get my house alllll to myself!"

"Ribbit," Tsuyu croaked, "I've got two younger siblings, Asui Samidare; brother, and Asui Satsuki; sister. My parents are usually really busy working, so I'm left as the caretaker to my siblings. I don't mind it. It's allowed us to grow really close."

"I've got an older brother, a younger brother and a younger sister," Mina started, "Ashido Mamori, Ashido Madoka and Ashido Masika. They're all massive pains in my butt... but I love them really. Although, I have to share a room with my older brother and boys can be so gross. No offense, Yaoyorozu."

"None taken, I'm one of you girls, remember?"

Toru cheered as Kyoka started snickering. Tsuyu began blinking rapidly as if undergoing a system reboot, while Momo let out a soft giggle and Itachi felt his lips twitch upwards.

"I didn't expect Yaoyorozu-chan to be the sort with a sense of humour, ribbit," Tsuyu stated, "normally, you're so serious all the time, but I suppose everybody has their moments of levity. In fact, your no-nonsense attitude is why I voted for you. Bakugo-chan's the obvious wild card of our class, but I'm sure you'll be able to reign him in."

Itachi raised an eyebrow, sending along an unspoken question that Tsuyu picked up on.

"You voted for me? Would you've voted for Mo-chan if I wasn't there?"

She simply nodded in response.

"Yes."

"So did I," Mina added, a daring glint in her black eyes, "but only because you checked me out."

Itachi wasn't the sort of person who got embarrassed easy - Uchiha's didn't tease each other and being friends with somebody as playful as Shisui meant you quickly got used to being teased - but even he couldn't stop the heat that rushed to his face, especially when he felt Momo's eyes on him as Toru let out a loud squeal that drew too many eyes to their table.

"Ita-kun?"

"...It was simply an observation into Ashido-san's physical capabilities, as in how well she could move and fight." Itachi responded, wishing for an Iwagakure shinobi to appear out of nowhere and pull him into the ground.

Mina winked at him, "Heh, if that's what you want to call it. You were definitely checking me out."

"Yaotachi doesn't strike me as somebody who openly ogles women like Mineta and Kaminari do," Kyoka mused, one eyebrow arched questioningly, "but I'll withhold my judgement on the matter. I trust you not to be a creep."

"Ita-kun, are you blushing?" Momo inquired, head tilted.

"No... the temperature in this room is quite high..."

"Bullshit." Kyoka deadpanned.

"Ribbit." Tsuyu agreed.

"You two need a couple name." Toru added thoughtfully with a hint of eagerness, not interested in helping to defuse the situation.

BZZZZZZZZT

A deafening alarm ripped through the cafeteria, silencing everyone who stared at the ceiling in confusion until an automated voice spoke.

"Warning. Security Level 3 has been breached. All students, please evacuate the building, immediately."

Itachi was already on his feet, welcoming the distraction, "Emergency exits, now."

"What's security level 3?" Tenya asked from nearby.

A nearby third year turned to him as everybody became to cram into the nearest hallway, "It means that somebody has breached the school grounds. Something like this hasn't happened in three years. Now stop standing around and get moving!"

Itachi and Momo, with the other four girls in tow, made their way to the hallway where they found dozens of students pushing and shoving against each other as they tried to get as close to possible to the emergency exit door. They came across Itsuka, Setsuna, Tetsutetsu and the other green-haired girl who were all stuck at the back of the crowd, trying to look for an opening.

"All this madness," the green-haired girl uttered, her hair made up of thorny vines, "this must be the devil's doing. We must stay calm, for God will aid and guide us."

Itachi narrowed his eyes, "I respect and admire you faith, but action is needed at the moment. And does God not help those who help themselves?"

The vine-haired girl stared at him, eyes slightly widened.

"Awwww, we're all the way at the back." Mina whined, shoulders slumped as she looked over the massive crowd that was in-front of them.

"We just have to stay calm and be patient, ribbit," Tsuyu stated, "And whatever is going on, I'm sure Aizawa-sensei and All Might can handle it."

Momo glanced through one of the massive windows and frowned when she saw the reporters from earlier within schools ground; then perked up when she saw a small ledge positioned directly over the emergency exit door.

'That's perfect!'

She turned to Itsuka, "Kendo-san, can you launch me over to that ledge that's just over the emergency exit door? If you can get me over there, I can create a megaphone and hopefully calm everyone down."

Itsuka smiled and nodded, "Got it."

Momo backed away from Itsuka; then ran towards her as the orangette bent her legs and held out her hands. Momo jumped and felt one of her feet hit Itsuka's hand who raised herself and swung, throwing her over to the ledge - clean past a surprised Tenya who had started floating, courtesy of Ochaco - after launching her from her enlarged hands.

Landing gracefully, she was thankful for the commotion below. It meant nobody would look up as she opened up her school uniform, created a megaphone and switched it on.

She turned around, brought the megaphone to her lips and spoke into it,

"Everyone, please calm down."

All the commotion seemed to stop as the first, second and third years looked up at her in confusion.

Tenya unceremoniously dropped out of the air.

"You can push and shove at each other all you want, but you won't be going anywhere any faster. As for the security breach, the media from before have simply entered the school grounds, so there is no need for such mass panic," Momo started, "And as for those of you whose nerves may've been fired up by the announcement, please take a few deep breaths and allow the adrenaline to leave you systems. Thank you, and please proceed in an orderly fashion."

Upon returning to class, Class 1-A quickly came to the unanimous agreement that Momo was the best person for the job of Class President.

Later that day, after all the students had gone home, the teachers of U.A. High School and Principal Nezu were gathered outside, observing the main security barrier which appeared to have been reduced to dust.

"What on earth is this?" Power Loader, squatting over the destroyed remains of the barrier and poking and prodding at it with various instruments, "Do any of our students possess a quirk that can just... disintegrate things?"

"No. An outsider did this." Nezu replied.

Snipe had his arms crossed as he stared at the dust, "Why? And who would do something like this?"

"Probably a villain of some kind," Midnight mused, "And it's probably to send a message, especially since somebody leaked the information that All Might is teaching at U.A. Whichever villain did this, they're probably saying 'Put up as much protection as you want, but your children will remain within our grasp'."

"A threat." Eraserhead murmured.

"Possibly," Nezu replied, "or an outright declaration of war against the future generation of heroes."

The following day, Aizawa announced a session of rescue training for their heroics class. Class 1-A would overseen by their homeroom teacher, All Might and another teacher who would be waiting for them to arrive. Refusing to disclose who it was, Aizawa had them all change into their hero costumes and board a bus.

Tenya had demanded that Momo and Itachi establish a seating plan, but went ignored as the class simply crammed onto the bus and took whatever seat was available.

Itachi found himself sat in a row of four seats, accompanied by Izuku, Tsuyu and Eijiro, with Denki, Yuga, Mina and Tenya sat opposite them. Not knowing how long it was going to take to get to wherever they'd be doing their training, Itachi leant back and closed his eyes.

"Midoriya-chan, I always say what's on my mind" Tsuyu started, "and some people say I lack a filter, ribbit. Your quirk is a lot like All Might's."

Itachi cracked an eye open as Izuku let out a horrified yelp, "I-I-I-..."

"Not really. Midoriya hurts himself; All Might doesn't. That's pretty much it." Eijiro interjected, holding out an arm and hardening it with his quirk, "I'm kinda jealous though. A strength enhancement quirk like that is super flashy. All I can do is harden myself. It's great if you wanna punch someone in the face, but it isn't flashy at all."

"No no no, it might not be flashy, but it can definitely pass as a pro's." Izuku replied earnestly.

"Yeah, but a hero has a be popular too, right?"

"Not necessarily," Itachi cut in, bringing all eyes to him, "Flashiness and popularity aren't everything. Take Endeavor for example, his flames are by definition 'flashy', but people are terrified of him given his attitude. If it wasn't for his track record in solving crimes, something that keeps him in the No. 2 spot as many consider his attitude to be a downer, he'd be completely unpopular. On the other edge of the spectrum is Edgeshot, he-"

"Who?" Eijiro inquired, blinking.

Izuku's eyes widened, "The Ninja Hero?"

Itachi nodded in the affirmative, "Correct. The man is incredibly obscure and secretive, and yet his fanbase is almost as large as that of All Might. Why? Because his mysterious nature, alongside his track record, makes up for a quirk that the media has deemed as bland. Whether or not Hardening is flashy doesn't matter. Granted, yes, it's possible to bring out the best in a simple quirk, but it's personality that makes a hero. Imagine All Might, still with superhuman strength, but with Endeavor's rage and distaste for everything. Would you still like him as much as you do now?"

Tsuyu just blinked at him, whilst Eijiro appeared suddenly deep in thought.

"Personality, huh. That makes sense."

"I wouldn't worry about that too much, Kirishima-kun," Itachi added, "you're likeable."

"If we're looking for 'flashy', then Bakugo-chan and Todoroki-chan have that in abundance. However, given his unpleasant personality, Bakugo-chan will be lucky to get even one fan." Tsuyu stated.

Katsuki leapt out of his seat, "The fuck did you say, Frog Face?"

Tsuyu pointed at him, her point immediately proven, "See?"

"Oh man," Denki chuckled, "we haven't known each other that long, but everyone's been made cognizant of your personality: detestable, quite like a turd getting steamed in a sewer."

"The fuck is up with that vocabulary, I'll rip off your balls and force-feed them to you."

Ignoring Izuku's muttering about how he couldn't believe that Class 1-A was daring to test his childhood bully, Itachi tilted his head just enough to see that Momo seemed absolutely disgusted by the conversation, whilst Ochaco seemed like she was having the time of her life.

"Everyone, be quiet," Aizawa murmured, bringing the bus to a halt as a massive building came into view, "we're here. Class President, take point."

"Hai!"

Momo and Itachi were the first to get off the bus, with Aizawa following after them. The Yaoyorozu twins led the rest of the class out of bus and into the building which had a large hallway with a red carpet which set to a staircase which led down to domed area which had a ship stranded in a lake, a miniature mountain range, a city on fire, another city caught a hurricane, another city caught in an earthquake and a landslide.

A hero dressed as an astronaut was waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

"I understand that this may look similar to Universal Studios Japan," Thirteen started, "but this is a practical training area that I created to simulate accidents and disasters. I've dubbed it the... Ultimate Space for Jams... I mean, the Unforeseen Simulation Joint!"

"It's the Space Hero: Thirteen," Izuku immediately began geeking out, "He's the gentlemanly hero who-"

"Firstly, yes, I am, and secondly, young man, I'm a woman. I apologize for the confusion my beefy costume may cause. It's a common mistake."

Ochaco squealed, "Aw yeah, man or woman, I've always loved Thirteen!"

"Thirteen, where's All Might?" Aizawa asked before the students could say anything else.

The two began muttering two each other, discussing something clearly related to All Might, until their homeroom teacher - who looked slightly irritated by the absence of the No. 1 Hero - turned back to them as Thirteen held up a single digit.

"One last thing... or two... or three, My quirk is called 'Black Hole' and whatever I suck up, my quirk turns it to dust. As useful as it is to clear debris, reckless use could also end up killing someone. All of you have quirks which could easily do the same."

Most the students flinched, appalled by something they'd never thought about.

"In our society," Thirteen continued, "all quirks are heavily regulated and measures are taken to ensure that they are used lawfully, but one slip-up can result in one causing the death of somebody else. Aizawa's test allowed you to see what you could do when not holding back, while All Might's allowed you to get a taste of what using your quirk on somebody else is like."

Katsuki let a low growl as several other students glanced at him.

"I hope you all understand that your quirks can save a life, just as much as they can take one away. Thank you for your time." Thirteen finished.

"Alright," Aizawa started, "first things first. We-"

He was cut off as a dark hole ripped its way into existence at the bottom of the stairs, growing in size until it was big enough for several people to walk through.

Aizawa tensed and Itachi narrowed his eyes as a young man with red eyes and light blue hair emerged from the portal, pulling himself out of it, followed by dozens of other men and women, and a massive creature with a beak full of jagged teeth and an exposed brain.

"Sensei, this isn't part of the exercise, is it?" Itachi inquired, reaching for his katana.

"No, these are no doubt villains." The man replied, glaring down at the newcomers, "Huddle together and don't move. Thirteen, hang back and protect the students!"

Itachi glanced back to see how much of Class 1-A seemed shaken.

"Class Prez..?" Denki inquired, electricity buzzing all over his fingers from sheer nervousness.

"Bakugo-kun, Todoroki-kun," Itachi started, "You two are our heavy hitters. Hang near the front, but don't engage unless attacked first. Tokoyami-kun, Mo-chan, Ashido-san, Jiro-san, Aoyama-kun, Mineta-kun, support them if need be. Everyone else, stay behind them."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, Trench Face!"

"The forces of darkness approach us..."

"They will not be able to handle moi sparkle."

"Gah, I'm gonna die without having first touched Yaoyorozu's-" A quick glare from Itachi shut Minoru up.

"Eraserhead and Thirteen," the shadowy mass said as it formed two glowing eyes, "according to our intel, All Might should be here, but he isn't..."

The blue-haired man sighed, "Dammit, we went through the trouble of arriving and getting all these guys, and he's AFK. Huh, I wonder if he'll show up when we start killing all these junior players?"

A/Nl: And that's Chapter 11 for you guys. You guys know what's next: fighting, fighting and even more fighting.